Night was the hardest for him. He didn't like to be alone, ever since he started sleeping next to Hermione.
Ron reached out his hand and felt the empty spot where she should have been, running his hand back and fourth, remembering the exact way Hermione's bushy chocolate curls felt against his cheeks.
He could almost feel her warm soft curves against his body, the way she molded to him like she was made to fit against him.
He grinned at the thought of the way she whimpered a little and bit her lip while she was asleep.
"I miss you."