Shuffle Meme
After the Storm – Mumford & Sons
Fred was dead. Fred was dead. That was all he could think. Fat salty tears fell down Ron's long nose. His blue eyes suddenly closed as the tears became uncontrollable. His whole gangly body shook with great, racking sobs. He pulled the bedcovers over his head and allowed himself to be submerged in his grief. It couldn't be true. Fred was his brother and they annoyed the hell out of each other, but they shared a bond that ran so deep it would never be forgotten. A soft tap at the door. The creak and faint padding across the thick carpet. A voice,
"Ron?"
Hermione. Ron surfaced from under the duvet. His tear streaked face broke into a soft, sad smile. He held his arms out to her. She smiled back, and crawled into bed beside him. His strong arms wrapped around her, and they were alone in their own little world. They fell asleep in each other's arms, and when they woke up; everything seemed better.