A/N: I just found this story on my laptop. It is old, so it may have a few errors in it. I will probably read over it and repost it later, but please read and review anyway!
Chapter One: Good-byes and Surprises
"As we stand here today we say good bye to a person that meant a lot to each and every one of us." Kinsley's voice cast over everyone that was in the room. "Ginny Weasley was a daughter, a friend, a sister, and so much more to all of you. One of her dearest and closes friends would now like to say a few words. Hermione, if you will please." Kinsley called her up.
Hermione wiped away the tears from her already swollen face and nodded. As she got up she trembled a little, looking back at Harry and Ron, whose faces look about like hers. Harry gave her a firm nod, telling her to go on. She nodded back to him, forcing a weak smile and began to walk up to the podium.
"Um…" Hermione stumbled a bit, looking down at the podium for a moment and then back at the ground. She looked around and saw all the familiar faces. Mrs. and Mr. Weasley, Fred and George, Percy, Harry, Ron, Michael, Bill, Charlie, and many more. Professors and students from Hogwarts were there. She wondered if half of them even knew who Ginny was. She opened her mouth to speak again, but a glint of something caught her eye in the far corner. She squinted her eyes, trying to see what it could be.
"Hermione," Kinsley was at her side, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You don't have to do this."
It broke Hermione's concentration on whatever it was in the corner. She turned toward Kinsley and realized it must look like she was too upset to do this. She shook her head.
"No… I will be all right." She assured him. He looked doubtful as he took a step back and motioned for her to continue. "I am not exactly sure what to say… nothing I say will make any of you fell any better. I know this because I heard it all… when my parents died the same way. Death eaters are terrible, we all know that. Poor Ginny was just in the wrong place at the wrong time…" Hermione then heard Mrs. Weasley let out a big sob and looked out to see Mr. Weasley holding her. She really wasn't helping anything. "I am sorry. Let me take this a different way." She inhaled sharply, wiping her eyes again. "The Weasley's have been like family to me ever since my first year at Hogwarts. I was first friends with Ronald Weasley, but met Ginny along the way. We grew close and she became like a sister to me… the sister I never had. We told each other everything. If I ever had a secret I knew I could come to her. She would keep it no matter what. There is one thing nobody will ever be able to say about her and that is that she was unloved. Ginny Weasley is…" Hermione stopped there fumbling over the present tense word. "Was" her voice cracked this time as a sob escaped. "One of the most loved person I have ever met. If she were here she would probably yell and scream about all of us crying over her. I know I have tried my best to stop because of her." She looked out into the audience to see that Harry and Ron didn't even look like they were paying attention. They were both looking down, staring off into space. "I guess that is all I have to say really." With that Hermione stepped down, touching the casket for a moment and returning to her seat.
When she did she felt Harry's hand rub her back, but she shook it off. She didn't want anyone to touch her or say anything to her right then. She just wished she could be alone.
"Hermione, I was wondering if I could talk to you." Harry asked as music began to play and people began to file out. They were now taking Ginny to be buried. Hermione watched the people, but nodded, sitting back down.
Once everyone was gone, Hermione noticed how big the room really was. Up at the podium everything seemed so small and closed in. Now it was like nobody had ever been in there. The teak colored walls were brighter and the green carpet was softer. Had it just been Ginny that made it all seem unseeable?
"What did you want to talk about, Harry?" Hermione asked, turning back toward him. His expression was grave. He had bags under his eyes; which made Hermione think that he hadn't slept in since he had found out that Ginny had been murderer four days ago.
"I…" Harry sighed and fumbled around in his pocket taking out a red velvet box. "I have been carrying this around for four days now… five actually." Harry explained to her, opening to show a huge engagement ring. "I was planning on asking Ginny the night she died. I sat up in the common room waiting for her to come in, but she never did. She had said she had to take care of something and she would be right back. I could barley contain my excitement."
"Oh, Harry…" Hermione's eyes flooded with tears again as she took him in an embrace.
"Maybe if I had proposed right then she would have stayed. She would still be here…" He sobbed into Hermione's blouse.
"Harry, that isn't true… I saw Ginny that night, too. She seemed so intense… like something was wrong. She still would have went…" Hermione tried to comfort him.
"I don't know…" He sighed, sounding too tired to but up much of a fight. "What am I supposed to do now?"
"Move on… get on with your life… we all have to try." Hermione replied, rubbing his back. She had only seen Harry in a tux a few times before, but this was one time she wished he wasn't wearing one. The fabric was killing her hand.
"I don't know if I can…" Harry sobbed.
"Of course you can… keep the ring, just in case you meet another special someone." Hermione suggested.
"I don't think there will be another special someone in my life, Hermione. I gave Ginny all of my heart and along with her, it is being buried today." Harry sobbed harder and Hermione sat there with him in silence. They were missing the graveside reception, but Hermione knew he wouldn't be able to take it.
"Harry, it is getting kind of late and I bet there is another funeral that is going to take place in here." Hermione finally said after an hour. These days it seemed like more and more people were dying by death eaters. "We better be getting back to Hogwarts, don't you think?"
"Actually, I am going to go by the graveyard. I just want to say good-bye…" Harry had now almost stopped crying.
"Do you want me to come with you?" Hermione questioned as they stood up, already knowing the answer.
"No." Harry shook his head. "I have to do this by myself. You go on… Ron is probably going to need you."
"I don't think he is going to school tonight, Harry. He will probably go home to be with the family. That is probably a good idea for you, too. You don't need to go back to school." Hermione suggested again, putting an arm around his shoulders as the walked out of the room.
"Are you going to go?" Harry asked her, not looking at her.
"No… I am Head Girl. I have duties. I will be all right. Give the family my best." Hermione denied. "We will get through this Harry."
"I know… it is just so hard." Harry sighed, his voice sounding normal again. They walked out into the falling snow and it sent a shiver up Hermione's spine.
"Are you going to apparate to the graveyard?"
"Yeah." Harry replied.
"Okay… I will see you soon. I will try to make it back to the Weasleys' tomorrow after classes." Hermione gave him one last hug. "But I better go before we both freeze and I miss the carriages going back to Hogwarts."
Harry nodded and then there was a loud POP and he was gone. Hermione looked around and saw that there was one carriage left. She smiled at the fact it was all hers and most likely empty.
When she climbed in she was freezing so she was glad to get in and snuggle inside her jacket. It was going to be a long ride back to Hogwarts. They should have put blankets in these things. Hermione heard the door open and someone got in. She didn't even bother to look, for she already knew who it was.
"That was some speech you gave." He said as he sat down on the opposite side of her. She still didn't look at him.
"I knew you wouldn't be able to keep away… what if you were seen? Do you know someone could have likely killed you?" She replied, still trying to get warm.
"What can I say? I like a little danger… plus I am a student and I was under the impression that all Hogwarts students were invited." The guy defended himself and gave a small laugh at Hermione trying to get into her coat more. "Want some help?"
"How could you possibly help?" Hermione questioned, discarding the stuff he had said before that for the time being.
"Like this…" She felt him move across the carriage and sit down beside her. Then came two arms that wrapped tightly around her. She felt the big muscles tighten as they held her close and moved her next to the rock hard chest. She let herself fall against him. "Better?" He whispered in her ear.
"Much, but that doesn't get you off the hook for coming." Hermione replied.
"Come on… I just wanted to hear your speech. It was priceless…" He tried to cover for himself again.
"Well, thank you, but still… it isn't like you cared about her or anything." Hermione went on, laying her head on his chest.
"To be completely honest and fair here," the boy went on and Hermione could feel his smirk. "Neither did you, love."
"I had to at least pretend I did, though!" Hermione defended herself.
"Oh, my apologizes, Miss Riddle." The boy laughed. "But pretending wasn't in our argument."
"The argument was, Draco," Hermione sighed. "You shouldn't have been there."
"Yes, but you said it was because I didn't care about her. I was just stating that you didn't either." He laughed and moved her closer.
"You didn't even have to pretend." Hermione grumbled, not really feeling up to arguing at the moment.
"What did Potter want back there? He held you up for awhile." Draco complained as he kissed her neck a little bit.
"Just to talk, I guess. He had bought Ginny a ring, blah blah blah." Hermione went on as she tilted her head away from Draco. "Thought it was pretty funny that he was baring his thoughts and soul to the very person who's wand his girlfriend died under."
"He doesn't know that and after that little act, he never will." Draco's voice was muffled under her skin. He slowly began to unzip her coat and then pushed it off of her.
"That is the plan. Wait until I tell Daddy about how Potter consoled in me. He will be so proud…" Hermione smiled to herself.
"Hermione, could you please not talk about your father as I take off your clothes." Draco voiced and Hermione laughed a little.
"I am sorry, sweetheart, but I'm excited!" Hermione exclaimed as she ran her fingers through his hair.
"Me, too." Draco agreed. "For different reasons."
"Draco, we shouldn't do this now. We will be at Hogwarts soon."
"We still have like fifteen minutes." He whined.
"Yes, but we have our own bed at Hogwarts. We can wait." Hermione informed him.
"Be adventurous!" He tried to persuade.
"No. We will stop now or else." Hermione demanded and Draco pulled back.
"Yes, ma'am, Miss Riddle." He growled, mocking her a little bit. She moved over to him and his arms automatically wrapped around her. "The things I put up with for love… you are almost as worse as your brother you know." He kissed the top of her head.
"Don't compare me to him!" She protest. "I am better."