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There was no answer. Ginny walked warily down the hallway. Like the entryway, the entire hall was covered in a thick layer of dust. It was obvious the kids hadn't been home in months. There were no signs that anyone lived in the home at all. Ginny bypassed what were supposed to be the kid's rooms; they were rarely ever there. She knew he wouldn't be in them either. "Ron?" She called again.
She reached the door where she knew he would be. The door needed to be oiled; it creaked when she pushed it open. "Ron, are you in here?" She asked.
A man was lying on the bed. He was gazing intently at a picture of a young woman, with deep brown eyes and wild, unruly curls. In his hands he clutched a piece of parchment. He didn't move when Ginny entered the room, in fact, he didn't even seem to know that she was there. He was too interested in the picture on the wall. Ginny ran over to the bed. "Oh, Ron!"
He still didn't move. Ginny started shaking him. Only then did he appear to notice that she was there. "Oh, hello Ginny," He said distractedly, "When did you get here?"
"I got here around two minutes ago, Ron." She replied patiently.
"Why didn't Hermione tell me you were here?" He asked confused. He was no longer looking at the picture of the girl. Almost imperceptibly, Ginny winced at his words.
"Hermione isn't here, Ron." She told him. "I let myself in with my key. The one you gave me."
"So, Hermione's at work?" He asked her. He gave her a wide eyed look, a bit like a lost puppy.
Ginny sighed. "Yes, Ron, she's at work." Ron immediately brightened up.
"Well, come on, Ginny. Let's go have some tea." Ron's stomach rumbled as he got up from the bed. He rubbed his stomach. "Wow, we're hungry today." He made a gesture for Ginny to follow him, and walked out of the room.
Ginny turned to the picture of the young woman. She sighed sadly, and walked closer to it. She traced the writing underneath the picture of Hermione, taken on the day of her death. The dust stuck to her fingers. Ginny sighed again, and walked out of the room, back to make sure Ron was okay. It was her visiting day, after all.