The war was over. Well, as over as it would ever be for those who fought in it. We had buried the deaths and the castle had been repaired. Tonight, we were having a ball to celebrate the victory. It was supposed to be time for joy and party. Can you believe it was there, Ron chose to break up with me?

He came to my table with the stunning beauty he had picked before telling me that our "intimate relationship" was over. And he even had the nerve to ask if we could still be friends. I did not bother to answer. The look I gave him had him scurrying toward the closest door, the girl behind him. He did not run fast enough, though. I'm confident the hex hit him, and the chances that he would be able to carry it on with the girl tonight were... slims.

Even if my friends never believed it, I used to love him; before he left us during the Horcrux hunt. He made me laugh when nobody else could, he forced me to stop studying sometimes, and he always seemed to care for me. When he came back apologizing, I took him back. I tried to rationalize my feeling, telling myself that he made a mistake, that he didn't change that much, and if I could love him before I can still love him. However, what I came to realize is that trust is a really important part of a relationship, and I couldn't trust Ron, not anymore.

It wasn't that the break-up had taken me that much by surprise, but I couldn't deny that I was jealous of the girl. Try as I may, I could never look as pretty as she does. I felt like crying but there was supposed to be a speech later, I had to stay until then. I took a deep breath and swallowed my tears. If the war taught me something it is to control my feelings.

I was sitting at my table, alone, still dumbfounded, looking at the door where they disappeared, when I heard some noise behind me. Before I even had time to think, I was standing up with my wand at the ready, looking at two startled, identical, red hair men.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm still... hum nervous."

I let out a small laugh. What an understatement! Alone in my parent's old house, I could barely sleep, every little noise frightening me to death. I missed badly the constant presence we had during the war, the three of us in Grimmault Place. It's so much more reassuring to know you're not alone, when it's dark. I was so used to the sound of the breathing of the others. It soothed me to heard Harry snoring and Ron groans, it meant I wasn't alone. I didn't even had my cat, I had to let him go before we went into hiding.

"Now that you had decided not to kill us" said George

"Or melt our family jewels, can we talk to you?" finished Fred

I sighted, I was not really in the mood for their pranks, but they were funny and distracting, exactly what I needed.

"Sure, it's not like I was in the middle of some passionate dancing."

"Would you like to? We can dance quite ... passionately?" asked Fred

I gave them my best imitation of McGonagall.

"I guess it's a No. What a pity." answered George "Anyway, have you seen Ron? Harry wants to get a hand on him before the speech." he added

"Not since he went out, and it's better that way, if you like him alive."

"Not that much, but our mother...."

George cut him "What did the jerk did this time?"

"Oh, only left the party with the physical equivalent of Aphrodite, just after dumping me." I said, trying to sound casual.

"Since you're still there, she couldn't have been that beautiful."

"Stop making fun of me, Fred, I'm not in the mood."

"I'm not joking". He looked sincerely hurt. Then he looked at his brother and a twinkle appeared in his eyes. He smiled and added:" And just to prove my point, I'm taking you out tomorrow."

"What?"

"And tonight, you're dancing with me." George said. He gripped my hand and guided me to the dance floor before I could protest. I looked at Fred, who was now sitting in my chair, he waved at me

I was quite relieved to see that the current dance was something rock, where you don't have to really touch your partner, but just as we step on the floor, the music stopped. The electric guitar was replaced by a soft piano music. The grin on George's face, made me suspicious. I looked at the band, just in time to see Fred leaving the stage. How can I win against those two? I'm doomed.

George placed his hand on my waist and the dance started. I was pleasantly surprise to see that he was an excellent dancer. My old dancing classes were not completely forgotten, and we swirled graciously on the dance floor. It felt good genuinely dancing with a man, not just having your bum touched. His hands were holding me lightly, merely leading me. About halfway trough the dance, I saw him nodding discretely, as if he was talking to himself. I pondered what he was thinking about. When the last note died, the time seemed to have flown by, and I was sorry to see that we were heading toward my table. However, someone was waiting for us.

Fred danced as heavenly as his brother, but his hands held me a bit more firmly, and he keeps me a shade closer to him. I enjoyed this dance as much that the previous one and when the music stopped again, I was hoping that George would be waiting for us. However, the minister of magic was about to introduce the guests of honor, The Golden Trio. Well, he'll have to consider himself lucky to get a Golden Duo. I heard Fred chuckled. I wondered why, but I didn't had time to think about it.

Harry was already waiting on the stage; he looked at me and Fred with a raised eyebrow, but said nothing. I knew him well enough to read all the questions in his eyes. Where is Ron? And what are you doing with him? I know he could read me as well, and the black look he got held more than answers. He could have gone to hell for all I care. As I climbed on the stage, I saw Fred meeting up with his twin and his sister, in the front of the assistance that had gathered on the dance floor. They exchanged a look, and then George whispered something to Ginny. At her expression of deep rage, I knew what he had told her. She tried to go after Ron, but Fred caught her arm, he gestured toward to stage. She looked up at Harry and her expression softened.

Harry saw them to, and he understood. When he turned to me his expression wasn't of anger, it showed a deep hurt. I read compassion and regrets in is eyes. His voice was barely a whisper, but I heard him perfectly.

"Again."

It wasn't a question but I nodded anyway. He put his hand on my shoulder, only for a second but the comfort; the comprehension in his touch was more than I could take. I felt the tears stinging in my eyes, not so much for regret over the breaks up, but for the feeling of rejection it caused me. I had gave him all I could, all he would allow me to, but I still wasn't good enough. A single tear evaded my will and slipped on my cheek.

By then the minister has finished speaking and let us the stage. Harry began talking before I could and from the first sentence, it was manifest that it was not the text we had prepared together. He gave a long heartfelt speech on the virtues of friendship and love. How it was the power of those often unacknowledged powers that had enabled him to overcome the darkest wizard of all time. Harry could be a good orator when he put his heart into it. Like he could do everything else, I guess. In the end, I didn't say anything, I just stood on the stage beside him, trying my hardest not to look stupid.

When he ended, everyone broke into applause. Ginny jumped on the stage, and they hugged like there if was no tomorrow. I felt so alone. I know it was selfish, but I was so used having my two boys, just for me. I was used to the dynamics of our trio, and now I felt lonely and forgot. In no mood to take part to the party, I resolve to go home.

When I arrived, an owl was waiting for me. It had brought a little parcel. As soon as I removed the twine closing it, the package began to unfold itself. Soon an immense banner appeared. It simply said "At three tomorrow." in bright colorful letters. It wasn't signed but it needed to be, the senders were obvious. As usual, the twins managed to amaze me. I let the banner in the living room. Its vibrant colors seemed to cheer up the gloomy room. For some reason, I managed to have a decent night of sleep for a change.