The feeling of war was in the air. Ginny was soon to return to Hogwarts for her sixth year, not that she wanted to. She'd never feel safe away from her family. She also had a feeling, an instinct that was telling her that Ron, Harry and Hermione weren't going to be returning to Hogwarts, not for the foreseeable future at any rate. She figured none of them would tell her outright, except maybe Harry, but she wanted to be able to say goodbye to them in her own way.

Bill and Fluer were due to be married in a few days, and Hermione was staying with the Weasley's. Right now she was sat on the spare bed in Ginny's room, adsorbed in the book she was reading.

"Hermione?"

"Yes Ginny?"

"I just want you to know that ... I've told you before that I think of you as a sister. I love you like a sister and I just want you to know that ... no matter what happens in this war that I'll always think of you as family."

Hermione eyed Ginny, and then a look of realisation dawned on her face. Ginny was sure Hermione knew that she knew the trio were leaving, but, as predicted, Hermione didn't address the issue directly.

"I love you too Gin. No matter what happens."

It was the aftermath of the war, and despite her loss Ginny couldn't shake the feeling of happiness. They had won. Things would be okay again, not right away, but eventually. She walked through the now ruined corridors of Hogwarts until she came across her brother and Hermione in an embrace. Hermione opened one eye slightly and, upon spotting Ginny, looked slightly embarrassed. Ginny, however, simply winked at Hermione and headed off in the other direction.

"Finally," thought Ginny.

It was the day of Ron and Hermione's wedding, and as Maid of Honour, Ginny was helping Hermione to get ready, whilst Mrs Weasley and Mrs Granger cried over how beautiful she looked.

"Oh Hermione it really is a beautiful dress," gushed Ginny. "But don't think you're fooling anyone with it being white ..."

"Ginny Weasley! If you don't stop with such comments I will happily recount the tale of the night when I went downstairs for a drink of water and caught you and Harry ..."

"Girls!" cried Molly. "These are not the stories a Mother needs to hear about her daughters. What? Hermione dear don't look so shocked. I've thought of you as my daughter for years, today just makes it official."

"Today also officially makes you my sister, so come on! Let's get on with it," said Ginny as she pulled Hermione downstairs. The happiest day of Ginny's life was when she married Harry, but this day was certainly in her top three.

So, this is the end of the story. Sorry it has taken me so long to finish, but exams often get in the way of life. Thank you to everyone who has favourited this story, or reviewed it. I hope you all enjoyed it. :) xo