Chapter 3
Voldemort Forever
Hermione hated the fact that tears were trailing down her cheeks as she ran up the stairs. She was terrified that Ron and her relationship would follow the same pattern as always. In sixth year, she had finally mustered up the confidence to ask Ron to Slughorn's party but then Lavender Brown came into the picture. During their search, Ron was so sweet and seemed to finally realize that there was something between the two of them. Then, he ran off and she never really knew why. Now, she thought she had Ron, not to say he was a prize of some kind. The kiss…O the kiss seemed like a dream, a wonderful dream. His love, she finally had his love but, it was slipping away.
She shook her head hoping to get rid of these horrible thoughts and then got up off her bed. Picking up her pajamas, she changed quickly. She pulled the curtains around her bed and climbed in. The door creaked opened, Hermione was sure that it was Ginny.
"Hermione" Ginny whispered.
Hermione chose to not to answer and pretended to be asleep. Ginny continued to move quietly around the room. Hermione worked hard not to sob and cried silently. She suddenly realized that Voldemort was dead but he would still affect countless lives for years. He would never be gone completely from the world. Hermione's brain was swarmed with all these ideas. She silently cried herself to sleep.
Hermione woke up as the sun dimly shone though her bed's curtains. She remembered the thoughts of night before. She pushed the thoughts out of her mind. Pushing through the curtains she saw Ginny sitting on her bed seeming to be waiting for Hermione to wake up. She was still in her pajamas, though. Ginny give a very weak smile. She looked at Hermione with a sympathetic face. Hermione know that her eyes were puffy and red.
"Good Morning" Hermione said and answered Ginny's small smile.
"Morning" Ginny said sadly. Hermione and Ginny changed in silence.
Afterwards, they walked down the stairs. To Hermione's surprise Ron and Harry were sitting on the couch in front of the empty fireplace. Harry got up and pecked Ginny on the cheek.
"Morning" Harry said to both of them.
They smiled back in response. Ron walked over to Hermione slipped his hand into hers. She was given some hope by this but not much.
"Well, let's get going." Ginny said starting to walk to the portrait hole with Harry.
The other two followed.
As they walked through the castle, there seemed to be more people then the past days. They were probably there for the coming funerals. The four finally reached the Great Hall. They entered and then stopping craning their heads looking for a group of red heads. The other Weasleys were sitting up front silently eating their breakfast. As the group of four walked up to the family and sat down, many "Good Morning"s were said or whispered. They all looked terribly sad; it was hard to believe that they had been laughing the day before. It was as if they all believed that their lost loved ones would come back but, they were suddenly brought back to reality by the fast approaching funerals.
Breakfast was mournful and quiet. As was the rest of the day, it was spent mostly in the common room for Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione. Ron had lost a game of wizard chess to Harry to everyone's surprise. He didn't seem to care. Ron and Hermione exchanged very little words. However, Hermione hadn't lost her hope, mostly because Ron continued to hold her hand or put his arm around her shoulder or waist. Hermione was content that they had some sort of interaction. She was sad and scared because she knew Ron was holding something back. The funerals would not help their rocky situation. Hermione was terrified of what was to come.