This takes place after the war.

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Sorry if there are grammer and punctuation mistakes. I tried my best

Hermione slowly zipped up her black gown and looked at herself in the mirror. She was at the Burrow, preparing for Fred's funeral. She was sharing a room with Ginny, like usual, and was sleeping on the futon next to Ginny's bed. The jeans and shirt she had on before were neatly folded and placed at the foot of her makeshift bed. Hermione smoothed down her gown and gave a small sad smile. Fred had died in the war and he had fought valiantly. The house will never be the same without the twins and their jokes and their experimenting with new products.

She picked up her black purse, looked around the room to make sure everything was in place, and closed the room softly behind her as she went down the stairs. Everyone was already outside in their backyard. She had just wanted some time to collect herself. Despite their glorious victory over Voldemort, there were to be many tears today and she wanted to be there for Ron and Ginny. Thinking of Ginny, Hermione bumped into her at the bottom of the stairs. She looked like she was about to head up.

The familiar tingle went off at the pit of Hermione's stomach as she looked into Ginny's eyes. Though they were bloodshot, they were the most beautiful thing Hermione has seen. Hermione looked up and down Ginny's whole figure and felt butterflies in her stomach. She was gorgeous. Of course… no one knew about her attraction to Ginny. She had kept that quiet throughout the years as she watched Ginny grow from the little girl to the women she had become.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked as she collected her thoughts and pulled her gaze away from Ginny's beautifully shaped waist. "Were you looking for me?"

Ginny nodded, "Yea, we're about to start so I was going to check in on you."

"I'm ready, no need to worry. Let's head out then." Hermione said to her. Ginny nodded and they walked side by side out to the backyard. "By the way, Ginny, "Hermione couldn't help but add, "You look really nice in that dress."

Ginny absently nodded, "I wanted to look good for Fred." Her voice slightly broke.

Hermione yearned to just hold her and tell her everything would be fine, to wipe that look of sadness from her face, and to kiss away those tears that now slid down her cheeks but she couldn't. Ginny would be repulsed and Hermione wouldn't know how to live with herself then. No, Hermione was going to push those feelings away and just be there as Ginny's best friend. Whoever Ginny decided to go with, Hermione would be happy with it as long as Ginny was happy too. She would ignore the feeling of emptiness inside her own heart.

They arrived at the backyard and Hermione took in the scene in front of her. Fred's family, along with Harry, was at the very front row, right in front of the casket. George was sitting in the chair with his head in his hands. There were quite a few rows of white folding chairs and they were mostly full. The people came from all over. Students and teachers from Hogwarts were there and almost everyone from the Order had arrived. Relatives of Fred could be spotted in the second row with their flaming red hair and Hagrid was at the very back with an enlarged chair just for him.

Hermione and Ginny made their way to the front where Harry was; pausing occasionally to great people they knew. Once they got there, Hermione broke away from Ginny and gave her boyfriend, Ron, a big crushing hug. After that, everyone was called to order and sat.

There was food and refreshments after the funeral were over because Mrs. Weasley didn't want everyone depressed about Fred. She wanted everyone to remember that he had died for a noble cause and that the war had been won. As light music played in the background, Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny got butter beer and sat. They were quiet as everyone sipped their drinks. Harry and Hermione were waiting for Ron and Ginny to stop sniffling. They understood they needed this time of quiet before they could start talking.

After a while, people started to drift out and leave for the night. The four of them went inside to the living room to sit next to the fire that Mrs. Weasley had started.

"Well..." Ron started, "I guess that's that then. It's done with. Nothing to do but move on now." The rest nodded solemnly and Hermione put a hand on Ron's shoulder.

"We won't forget what he's done. And it's like Neville says. He's always with us..." Hermione pats her heart with her other hand, "in here."

Ginny nodded a silent tear rolled down her cheek. Hermione couldn't help herself and reached over and wiped off the tear with her fingers. They lingered there a moment too long and Ginny looked up with a questioning look. Quickly, Hermione removed her hand and cursed herself for letting that slip. Everyone's emotions had been running on overdrive and she just wasn't thinking. Luckily, Ginny seemed to think nothing of it. Ron took Hermione's hand in his own and Hermione gave an inward sigh. That's right; she was with Ron so she shouldn't be thinking about how much she wished it was Ginny's hand instead.

"Well hey," Harry started, "Let's call it a night. I think everyone's had enough of this. Some sleep might be good for all of us." He stood and Ginny followed his suit. "Come with me real quick Ginny?" Harry asked. Ginny nodded and they went off to the corner. Hermione knew they were saying goodnight and probably snogging. She pushed away the beast that was jealousy and turned her attention to Ron.

"Get some sleep, alright Ron?" Hermione asked. Even though she wasn't romantically attracted to Ron, he was still one of her best friends. She was worried about how he was faring.

"Yea. It's prolly best I do that." Ron said as he pulled Hermione to her feet. "Goodnight then, 'Mione." He leaned in to kiss her but for some reason, Hermione just couldn't bring herself to do it. Instead, she pulled Ron in for a hug. Disappointed, Ron hugged her back before saying goodnight again then going to look for Harry. Hermione looked after him with sadness tugging at her heart. I don't want to hurt him like this but I can't keep lying to myself. She was only dating Ron with hopes of getting to know Ginny better. Hermione felt like perhaps dating Ron, she'd get a chance to spend more time at the Burrow, which meant more time with Ginny.

Speaking of Ginny, she came back to Hermione. "Let's go then?" She asked Hermione. Her face seemed a little more cheerful and Hermione knew that was because of Harry. She pushed away the feeling of sadness and tried to respond cheerfully.

"Yea, let's head up." Together they went upstairs and closed the door. Hermione busied herself with getting out of her dress and in her pjs. When she was done, she turned to see that Ginny still hadn't done anything. "Everything alright?" Hermione asked worried. She walked over to Ginny who had plopped down on her own bed. "You're not getting sick, are you?" She put a hand on Ginny's forehead and she felt her heartbeat speed up. This is not the time to be doing that, she scolded herself. Ginny's forehead felt normal.

Ginny laughed a bit and Hermione's heart warmed at the sound. "No, I was just waiting because I need someone to help unzip my dress." Hermione's heart raced.

"Okay, let's stand up then." She said, trying to calm herself. Ginny obediently stood and turned so that her back was to Hermione. With a shaking hand, Hermione reached up and slowly unzipped her dress. She let her eyes follow the skin that was being revealed to her as she unzipped it. It's so smooth looking; I just want to run my hands lightly down it. Her hands unconsciously brushed against the skin that was being revealed and Ginny shivered at the light touch.

"Hermione?" Ginny asked. Jolted out of her revere, Hermione swiftly removed her hands. Idiot, she scolded herself. You can't be doing that.

Too embarrassed to say anything, Hermione merely stepped away from Ginny and turned to get under the covers of her bed. Ginny was silent as she undressed and got ready as well. Hermione could see a thoughtful look in Ginny's eyes and hoped to God that she wasn't getting suspicious.

Finally done, Ginny avoided Hermione's eyes as she got into bed. With a quiet, "Goodnight," Ginny flipped off the lights and flipped so that her back was to Hermione, leaving her to wonder if Ginny had thought anything of her slip just moments ago.

Here's the first chapter! Hope you guys like it. I will update it again next week. Tell me what you think!