This is my first try at fanfic, so be nice! It's a work in progress, because I don't even know what is going to happen (well I've got a vague idea but not the whole story yet…) DISCLAIMER: I'm not J.K. Rowling; otherwise I would defiantly have better things to do. (Also, I know S.P.U.G. already exists, so nobody badger me about that one)

The battle had taken its toll on Hermione Granger and all she could think of was her nice cosy bed back in London. Ron watched as Hermoine sank into a chair by the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room, closing her eyes and finally nodding off. He almost smiled at the expression on her sleeping face, because she looked so young and untroubled. Untroubled… they (Hermione, him and Harry) had been through so much this year, hunting for horcruxes, defending Hogwarts, and losing people that they had loved. He counted off names; Dumbledore, Dobby, Lupin and Tonks, and among the dead, Fred. Fred, who had been alive only hours ago, sitting in the room of requirement with him, now lay with the others who had fallen in the battle in the great hall. Ron felt the sofa sink down even further, announcing Harry's arrival.

"You alright Ron?" Harry asked cautiously. Slowly, Ron looked at him, and sighed. "No, but I will be, don't worry about me." Harry gave his best friend one last look, and walked across the common room to Ginny. By this time, Hermione had woken up from her peaceful, dreamless slumber, and she looked around bleary-eyed, until she saw a shock of red hair. She stumbled towards Ron, and sat down next to him, her head on his shoulder. Ron smiled inwardly at this and he put his arm around her and grinned down. Hermione smiled up at Ron, before drifting off to sleep again. He didn't wake her, because he already knew how a sleep-deprived Hermione acted and he wasn't keen to repeat that scene over again. Sleep soon came to Ron Weasley, who rested well, knowing that Voldermort could never harm anyone ever again.

When they woke up, the atmosphere in the room had changed, it seemed like all the students were expecting something, or someone. But before any questions could be asked, Professor McGonagall emerged from the portrait of the fat lady, who concealed the entrance to the Gryffindor common room and said, in her usually brisk tone, "Potter, Weasley, Granger, a word if you will."

Hermione got up, conscious of the fact that her head had been, moments ago, in Ron's lap. It seemed that Ron had noticed this too, because he gave her a cheeky grin. Harry, Ron and Hermione all followed Professor McGonagall down to Dumbledore's office (Professor McGonagall's office, they all mentally corrected themselves) and stood on the rising staircase, hidden by a gargoyle who had been knocked over in the fight, and was now mumbling incessantly to itself. Harry and Ron saw a moment of grief flash across Hermione's face and knew that she was probably thinking of starting a S.P.U.G., Society for the Protection of Ugly Gargoyles, because she'd already said herself, Goblins don't need protection. A small jolt as the staircase stopped brought them all back to earth. Standing in the Headmistresses office were the heads of house, Kinglsey Shacklebolt and none other than Cornelius Fudge, former minister for magic. Fudge stood there fidgeting with his lime-green bowler hat, looking like the shadow of the man he'd seen at his hearing in his fifth year, where he'd been accused of breaking the statute of secrecy by performing magic in front of a muggle.

"Harry m'boy, how are you?" Fudge began awkwardly. Harry glared at him, his hands balled up into fists. Fudge gulped, sensing that his job was going to be harder than he had anticipated and said "Harry, I'm afraid we need to know everything you've been doing this past year, to beat you-know-who of course, because we need to convince the wizarding world he's actually gone you see, for good this time." He finished lamely. Professor McGonagall looked positively livid, "Harry is in NO state to answer your questions Cornelius." She snapped. Harry let out a deep breath before he looked up at the slightly hopeful-slightly scared man and said "well if you really must know, we" he gestured at Hermione, Ron and himself, "have spent the last year or so hunting down each of Lord Voldermort-" a sharp intake of breath filled the room and Harry tried not to roll his eyes"-'s horcruxes and attempted to destroy them."

Fudge twirled his bowler hat in his hand before he spoke again "And you did didn't you? Destroy them I mean." Harry almost smacked himself on the head a the comment, while behind him Ron whispered "Facepalm."

He, Hermione and Ron all shared a quick grin together, each of them feeling their spirits rise a bit. Harry started explaining what they had basically been doing, with Hermione and Ron butting in every now and then to help him out. Ron noticed that all the portraits in the room were awake and listening in, some fiddling with their ear horns to hear better, even Phineas Nigellous couldn't hid his interest. By the time he was done, Ron's stomach gave a great big rumble and Hermione tittered, amused. Professor McGonagall however, was not and she put a stop to the meeting, ushering them into the great hall to eat. The bodies had been moved, but nobody could eat much, even Ron, who could eat for Hogwarts, couldn't get over the fact that there had been dead people, among them his brother, lying on these tables. Instead they started to head up to the common room, Harry and Ron started to lead ahead but Hermione grabbed Rons arm.

"I want to talk."

Okay, no hate. I KNOW this wasn't very Romione yet, but Im building up to that. But did you see how I ended it there? Dramatic I know. Review please, tell me what you think…