Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter and I have no idea what will happen in Deathly Hallows.

Ginny packed quickly the next morning and donned her dress robes. She didn't know whether she could handle the day. Fred and George had owled to say that they would be at the funeral. Ginny couldn't imagine the twins at a funeral, they never got sad.

Ginny headed down to the Great Hall, where everyone was dressed in their dress robes and the mood was very subdued. Ginny made her way over to Harry, Ron and Hermione and took a seat next to Harry.

Harry's dress robes should've been made illegal on him, especially at a funeral. Just like last time, they brought out the colour of his eyes, and made him look so sexy. That would make what was going to happen even harder…

Ginny looked up and saw Percy at the staff table. So that was why Ron was even more violent with his food. Ginny took in the rest of the staff table. Dumbledore's chair was empty, but Snape's was filled by Rufus Scrimgeour. Some other chairs had been drawn up for Scrimgeour's associates.

Ginny, Harry, Ron and Hermione ate their breakfast in silence. Throughout the meal, Hermione, unnoticed by anyone but Ginny, tried to start a conversation, but never got the words out.

McGonagall was standing up and the Hall fell silent. Ginny looked around at Harry, who was staring at the Slytherin table, and nudged him to get his attention.

"It is nearly time," said McGonagall. "Please follow your Heads of House into the grounds. Gryffindors, after me."

They went out from behind their benches quietly. Everyone looked so clean and neat, but Ginny was focused on the mess of black hair in front of her. That was until they stepped out into the sunlight and sat on their seats by the lake. Ginny saw Fred and George in black dragonskin jackets. She saw Shacklebolt, Moody, Tonks and Lupin holding hands, Mr and Mrs Weasley and Bill, helped by Fleur. Ginny felt kind of embarrassed that she had ever thought that her mum was having Tonks around so Bill could fall for her, and not realised that she liked Lupin.

There was also all two and a half chairs of Madam Maxine, Tom of the Leaky Cauldron, one of the Squibs Ginny had once overheard give a report on Harry in Grimmauld Place, the hairy bass player of the Weird Sisters, Ernie Prang, the Knight Bus driver, Madam Malkin, the Hog's Head barman and the witch who pushed the trolley on the Hogwarts Express. The ghosts were there too, barely visible unless they moved.

Ginny, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat in seats at the end of one of the rows beside the lake. There were people around them whispering to each other, and Ginny saw Luna help Neville into a seat.

And then Ginny spotted the Ministry delegation: Cornelius Fudge, Umbridge, Scrimgeor and Percy. Each of them received some anger from Ginny, as did Rita Skeeter, who was clutching a notebook in her hand.

During the funeral, Ginny cried, as she once again realised what she had on the day Dumbledore had died: Dumbledore was dead, Bill was scarred, and Harry wasn't the happiest, and was about to do something that would nearly kill Ginny.

As the funeral ended, Ginny looked at Harry determinedly.

"Ginny, listen…" Harry said softly, as some other conversations began and people got up. "I can't be involved with you anymore. We've got to stop seeing each other. We can't be together."

"It's for some stupid, noble reason, isn't it?" asked Ginny, attempting a smile.

Emphasis on stupid, Harry, do you get my drift?

"It's been like…like something out of someone else's life, these last few weeks with you," said Harry. "But I can't…we can't…I've got things to do alone now."

Ginny looked at him, biting on the inside of her lip. Stop saying that, it's torture!

"Voldemort uses people his enemies are close to. He's already used you as bait once and that was just because you're my best friend's sister. Think of how much danger you'll be in if we keep this up. He'll know, he'll find out. He'll try and get me, through you."

"What if I don't care?" asked Ginny fiercely.

"I care," said Harry, and Ginny knew that he did by the way he was speaking. "How do you think I would feel if this was your funeral…and it was my fault…"

Ginny looked away.

Alright then, Potter, if you torture me I'll torture you back. Two can play at that game.

"I never really gave up on you," said Ginny. "Not really. I always hoped…Hermione told me to get on with life, maybe go out with some other people, relax a bit around you, because I never used to be able to talk if you were in the room, remember? And she thought you might take a bit more notice if I was a bit more – myself."

"Smart girl, that Hermione," said Harry, and Ginny could hear him attempt a smile. That was how much she knew him. For when someone has liked another for four years, they watch that other closely. "We could've had ages…months…years maybe…"

"But you've been too busy saving the wizarding world," said Ginny, half-laughing. He just had to torture her back, didn't he? "Well…I can't say I'm surprised. I knew this would happen in the end. I knew you wouldn't be happy unless you were hunting Voldemort. Maybe that's why I liked you so much."

Harry got up and walked away from her.

Oh yeah, Ginny Weasley scores!

Dear Diary,

Heya! I'm in the Hogwarts Express now, and I'm surprised how easily I took it. I know Harry still loves me. But not a sad me. He wants me happy. I'm sure. So I'll remember over the next year that Harry still loves me. That will keep me going. I mean, it's not like Voldemort can somehow read my mind and then realise that Harry loves, me, right? I mean, that would just be weird. I'm with Rose and Leila. Harry and Hermione are coming over for the summer. It should be an interesting one. I wonder if Harry will still give me that Outstanding on the kissing test.

And next year, I'll stay single. Coz I'm waiting for Harry Potter,

Love,

Ginny