Ron held Hermione's hand and pulled her towards the boy's dorm staircase. Turning towards her he looked in her eyes pleadingly.
"Don't leave me, please, don't leave me."
"Never," she replied. The couple wound up the tower looking in each year's room checking for privacy. The first year's room was occupied by a sleeping Harry and Ginny wrapped tightly in his arms. Hermione looked up at Ron waiting for his reaction… nothing.
They kept climbing the stairs after hearing talking in the second and third year's dorms. When they reached the fourth year's dorm the door had been blown off and the room was trashed. Hermione gasped at the terrible sight.
"Let's keep going." Ron said and pulled her towards the stairs. They passed the fifth and sixth year's dorm heading straight for top room. Upon entering they saw a large hole in the wall that looked over the battle field. Hundreds of bodies, many of them were their classmates.
Ron sat on one of the beds holding his head in his hands. Hermione awkwardly sat on the other side of the bed to rub his back.
"Ron," she started but he held up his hand to stop her.
"Hermione, don't, please. We can talk about everything in the morning. For now lets just rest." He leaned back and pulled her with him. She snuggled into him and he held her tighter.
"Night, Mione."
"Night, Ron." They both fell into a deep sleep.
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