Ginny wasn't crying as hard as Ron was. Then again, she'd shed quite a few private tears for Fred already. It just wasn't something she would normally do in front of others. Ginny got treated like the baby enough as it was, especially by her brothers. If she acted fragile or vulnerable, she knew that would only be so much worse, so she tended to keep it all in.
She couldn't keep it together when Ron was crying, though. She was crying, not only for Fred, but for Ron. Seeing him sincerely hurt was too much for her.
Ginny nodded her head and tried to get her own tears under control. "I know," she whispered as she wiped the moisture from her cheeks. "I.. I made Percy tell me.. after. I wanted to know."
A part of her wished she hadn't. A part of her wished she could walk this path without knowing it was where Fred had lost his life. She couldn't have stood not knowing, though.
Ginny didn't know what to say. There weren't any words that could make this better, she knew. Instead of fumbling for something, she just hugged him again.