"Ron? Ron? Where's Harry?" I shout.
He gulps. "Dead."
Tears fill my eyes. Dead. Harry, my best friend dead.
"Oh, Mione," he whimpers, "I was just playing."
"Playing? Playing?" I grab him by the collar. "That's not something to joke about, Ron, you idiot!" I suddenly realize how close our faces are and hate myself for enjoying it so much.
"Sorry," he whimpers, blushing.
He starts to back away but I pull him closer.
"Hermione?"
"Yes, Ron?"
Then he whispers three little words in my ear. "You're my everything."
I plant a tiny kiss on his chin as my cheeks begin to heat up. I bury my head in the soft spot of his neck. He wraps his arms around me and says it again.
"Everything."