Ginny had glued herself to Neville's side over the past few days, had barely let him out of her sight actually. She'd had to work, they were short-handed as it was, but whenever she wasn't at the Auror office or out on patrol, she was with Neville. They'd talked more this week about his parents than she thought they ever had. There wasn't much she could think to say, but she knew that just being there for Neville had been important.
The funeral had been hard though, bringing up memories of her mother's funeral. She'd been on the verge of tears all day, but she hadn't wanted to let Neville see her cry. She had to be strong for him now, had to let him know that she was his shoulder. So she'd sat pressed against him, arm around his waist, and listened to the stories. Sat with barely repressed tears as he talked about the man his father had been, the man he'd never known.
She stood at his side as well-wishers came up to make their condolences known, smiled and murmured their thanks when Neville couldn't.