Disclaimer: The owner of these characters happen to belong to J.K. Rowling.

NOTE: No relation to Deathly Hallows.

A/N: Okay, so I over did it a bit with the sadness in the last chap. I'll be sure to lighten the mood in the next ones and I even re-wrote the end of this chapter just to make it less sad.

Chapter Two

"What that boy was doing there I haven't a clue."

"Tell me who does."

"I bet You-Know-Who sent him there."

"And his reasons for that would be?"

There was a gentle knock on the door.

"Come in!" Hermione called. The voices from downstairs increased as the door opened and quieted as it closed.

"Hey." Ron said softly from his spot at the door.

"Hi." Hermione sighed. She was laying down on Ginny's bed staring at the ceiling.

He walked over to her and laid down beside her. "How are you?" he asked as his hand made it's way over to hers and held on to it.

Hermione shrugged in response. "You?"

"Same." they lay in silence for a while. "Mum made food, you should eat something."

She shook her head. "Not hungry."

"You have to eat something."

"Don't want to."

"You haven't eaten anything."

"Don't have to." she retorted sharply as she turned her gaze towards him.

He sighed. "I'm only looking out for you, Hermione."

"I know."

"And you know I love you right?"

"Yes."

"And you love me?" he said, looking at her.

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I love you."

"So will you please eat something?" he quietly begged.

"Nope."

He pushed his upper body up with his elbows. "You haven't eaten anything today and you just had a few nibbles yesterday, when was the last time you had actually eaten a full meal?"

"Ronald, don't ask me stupid questions." she said as she looked back at the ceiling.

"It's not stupid. I care for you. Is that stupid?"!

"Of course not!"

"So stop blocking me out!" he yelled.

"What are you talking about?" Hermione glared.

"You won't talk to me, you've barely said anything the past few days, you're acting like a ghost and as if nobody understands you when I'm probably the only one who really understands the way you are feeling. I need you right now and I don't want to feel as if I'm going through this alone!" he burst out.

"... You have Ginny." she pointed out softly.

He snorted, "Oh yeah, emotional wreck Ginny."

"Don't call her that! She has just as much right to feel as any of us."

"I didn't say she couldn't feel! She's a wreck," he shrugged, "I'm a bit worried for her." he added.

"Aww, how cute, Ronald's worried about his little sister." Hermione said with a playful smile.

"Well, duh." he grinned before letting it fade. "Have you noticed how Ginny's been acting?"

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked curiously. As far as she was concerned, she hadn't seen much that really stood out in the younger red-head. Sadness and being mopey was the main "it" but these days, who wasn't?

"Well... you'll find out soon enough." Hermione raised an eyebrow. "I'm sure this is just a phase anyway." Ron said casually.

Hermione looked at Ron, knowing that he wasn't going to tell her and that she'd find out soon enough anyway. "Why didn't Ginny go to Harry's funeral?"

Ron shrugged again, "Something about not wanting to go and having something to do."

Hermione sighed deeply and relaxed onto the mattress as silence overtook them. After a minute Hermione broke the silence.

"I'm sorry." she said simply.

Ron looked at her as if evaluating her apology. He nodded and sunk back into bed as he let his hand grasp Hermione's. Hermione looked at him with a small smile that was returned by the only other member in the formerly known trio.

A/N: Nope, this is not a Ron/Hermione story.

I didn't know how to end this chapter so if it wasn't all too perfect, my apologies. Hopefully the "air" wasn't all to depressing because I really did try to lighten the mood. And if you did happen to find this chapter depressing, you should have seen what I originally had XD