This absolutely killed me to write because I'm adamantly Dramione or, at least, anti-Ron. It really isn't fair and entirely fanfiction's fault. He's a moody but wonderful character in the books so here is my attempt at mild "can't spell Hermione without Ron."
"There you are, Hermione," Ron said as he came up behind her on the top of the Astronomy Tower.
She glanced over at him. "Here I am," she giggled in reply before sobering up. "How's everyone dealing with Fred?"
Ron bit his lip. "We're dealing," he replied after a long pause. "Now that they've got no one to fight, Percy and George are just kind of sitting there. Mum and Ginny keep drying up their tears only to burst into them again. Dad and Charlie are trying to comfort him. Bill and Fleur are in their only little world. Bill wouldn't let her come so she and Charlie both came once the owl reached her. She flooed Charlie."
"And you?" Hermione asked, taking a step closer to him.
Ron looked up at her emotionlessly, "I'm alive."
Hermione wrapped her arms around him and he reciprocated. "You're alive," she repeated.
He smiled, "I'm alive. You're alive. Last night's survivors outnumber the casualties. I guess we're all pretty lucky."
"That we are," Hermione agreed and pulled him in for a hug.
Looking up over her shoulder, Ron asked, "Was the moon that orange last night?"
She glanced up. "I don't think so," she replied.
"I guess they're pretty lucky too," he said softly.
"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked. "Who's lucky?"
He looked down at her, smiling contently, "Fred, Tonks, Remus, and all the others. According to Wizarding fairy tales, which the Deathly Hallows proved have some credibility, an orange moon means that many souls are making a safe transition from our world to the next."
"I don't remember that one from the Bard's stories," Hermione said.
"It's not one of the Bard's," Ron replied. "It's in a collection known as The Curious Happenings of a Castle by the Sea, although no one knows who wrote them."
"You'll have to show me sometime," she told him, snuggling closer. "Now that we know everyone left here at this castle is lucky."
Ron leaned down for a kiss. He stopped mere inches from her face. "Would you find it incredibly sexist," he asked, "if I told you I wanted to get lucky tonight?"