Percy hadn't known Frank Longbottom, but the stories about him and his wife were those sad stories of bravery that you always heard after the first war. After a while, you almost felt like you knew these people you'd never met, and he felt that he needed to be here today, regardless of Ginny and his role as Head Auror.
The funeral was exactly what he had expected. Sombre and classy, and a few people should learn a thing or two from the Longbottom as far as he was concerned.
He looked at Ginny. He couldn't imagine how she'd fit in that family considering that the Weasleys were anything but sombre and classy, but she seemed happy, and he was starting to believe that it was the only thing that really matter. Hopefully, she'd continue to stay happy.