1Hermione...

With Ron gone, I have nothing! I wonder if this is how Ginny felt when she couldn't see Harry for nine months. Except with me it isn't just nine months. I wish it was! I hate stupid Voldemort and his stupid grudge against Harry, and I just HATE him! I wonder what Ginny is up to today. She always cheers me up when I need it. I think I will give her a call. Oh, wait she's not a muggle so, she doesn't have a phone. I guess I will just have to apparate to the Weasley's house.

I arrived at the Weasley's house about 20 minutes later. I unintentionally scared Mrs. Weasley half to death.

" Oh my goodness! Oh, Hermione dear! How are you?" she asked in her usual sweet tone.

"Hanging in there. But, I should ask you the same," I said with true concern. After all, she is like a second mom to me.

"Things are going pretty well around here. I think George is having the hardest time out of everyone. Ever since he lost Fred he hardly eats, drinks, or even goes to the joke shop. Which, I can't blame him they weren't only twin brothers, they were BEST friends," said Mrs. Weasley as her eyes started swimming with tears.

"Oh no. I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you cry, I was just concerned about you." I replied.

"Hermione, I just want you to know that Ron never thought of you as only a friend. He loved you very much. Enough to have slept with a picture of you beside of his bed EVERY night since he was 13. He would always try and hide it when you and Harry would come for the Summer," she said sweetly.

Now it was my turn to cry, not that I haven't done enough of that the past couple of weeks.

Mrs. Weasley then said, "Speaking of Harry, how is he?"

"I have been such a terrible friend to him lately, I wouldn't even know. I have been feeling so sorry for myself that I haven't even come to see him. Is he here?"

"Oh no dear. He doesn't live here anymore. You know him, he always thinks he is a burden to everyone. Which he surely is NOT a burden to us. But, he got his own flat in the middle of nowhere. I haven't spoken to him since he moved," she replied her voice now full of concern.

"Has Ginny spoken to him?"

Ginny...

Harry and I spent the whole day together. We went to the new refurbished Diagon Alley . We enjoyed some strawberry-peanut butter ice cream, had lunch at the Leaky Cauldron, and even went into Ollivander's for old times sake. It was a WONDERFUL day! One of the best days since he went away.

"Ginny, what was it like for you while I was away," Harry asked quietly.

"It was a living hell," I replied tears starting to form in my eyes. I tried my hardest not to let them spill over, but that didn't work. Before I could let a tear drip Harry had pulled me into the tightest hugs. I felt safe there in his arms.

Then he kissed my head softly and whispered into my ear, " I love you, Ginny."

Of course that only made me cry more. I have wanted him to say those three words since I was 10. I always knew that those words were more powerful than a love potion, or the greatest wizard's disarming spell. And right then , I felt all of my sorrows drift away with the wind. And, I told myself form then on, no more feeling sorry for myself, or no more moping around like I have been doing for months.

Then I finally responded, "I love you more."