He slipped quietly into
the room, and closed the door behind him. He didn't close it all
the way, though; he liked to keep it open, just a sliver, so light
could filter in and land on her face.
The light showed him for who he was; an orange-haired boy, tall and lanky. Ron liked to watch Hermione while she slept; it was the only chance he got to see her at peace, where she wanted him.
She smiled, and whispered a name. The name was whispered with such reverence…
"I wonder," said Ron, "what he has that I don't."