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I know, I know, this is a really sad beginning for a fanfic. But I'm serious, it will get better! Thanks for reviewing, everyone!

"We are gathered here today to honor the life of Fred Weasley, son of Arthur and Molly Weasley, brother to George, Ronald, Percy, Bill, Charlie, and Ginevra Weasley, and a friend to many..."

Hermione laid her head against Ron's shoulder as tears streamed down her cheeks. Ron looked gently at her and put a hand in her hair, stroking it softly as a few tears found their way through the corner of his eyes. Harry, on the other hand, was bent over, his head in his hands, Ginny laying across his back in a romantic way.

"...may he rest in peace, and know that he will never be forgotten, and his humorous self will rest in our memories forever."

The man who was saying Fred's obituary stepped off the raised platform and onto his chair, blowing his nose as he went.

Everyone was quiet for a few moments, until Mrs. Weasley, who was in front of Hermione and Ron, turned around and spoke in a whisper. "It's the viewing."

Ron nodded and swallowed hard, looking at the ground. Hermione's hands found their way around Ron's neck and she sobbed quietly on his shoulder.

"Let's go," Harry whispered, glancing at Ginny and taking her by the hand. They stood up and passed by Ron and Hermione, who had aisle seats. Harry nodded and walked up to Fred's body, looking depressed.

"Are you ready?" Ron asked, still stroking Hermione's hair.

Hermione shook her head. "No... you g-g-go on."

Ron took her by the hand and stood up.

"W-What?" Hermione asked, her eyes red and puffy. She wiped them on the back of her hand as Ron began to drag her into the aisle.

"I'm not going without you, 'Mione," Ron said, looking cheery as he peered at Fred's face.

Hermione closed her eyes and looked down, biting back tears. She would not look at his face and break down here, she thought, in front of so many people... Fred... she opened her eyes and looked down at his smiling face, thinking that she would stay confident and try her hardest not to try. Sure enough, she didn't, but just stared down at Fred's handsome face as more people lined up to view him.

"Oh, Ron," Hermione said, flinging her arms around his neck as they walked away from the coffin.

Instead of walking towards their seats, Ron walked the opposite direction, towards the garden.

"W-W-Where are we going?" Hermione said, ceasing crying as they reached a pretty tree surrounded by bushes.

"You need to rest, 'Mione," Ron said. He sat down on the grass and patted the spot next to him.

Hermione sat down and looked up at him. "What d'you mean?"

"I don't like it when you cry," said Ron, smiling slightly. "I love your smile."

Hermione's eyes filled with tears again as she kept her arms around Ron's neck. She couldn't think of a better time to kiss him.

"You really miss him, don't you?"

Ron looked up at the bright blue sky, biting down on his lip. "Yeah. Well... he didn't deserve to die. But we all know that there's more stuff in heaven. He's probably started his own joke shop already."

Hermione chuckled and reacted instinctively, kissing Ron full on the mouth.

The two stayed glued together for a few minutes, when Ron pulled away and looked up at the sky.