Seriously short drabble

Seriously short drabble. It was my prediction before Book 7 came out.

She's dead. Ron thinks she is. He knows it. He can feel it. He just knows. It's impossible to explain.

He had shared so many great, and sometimes terrifying or horrible, memories with her. He wouldn't get the chance to anymore. He wouldn't get to tell her anything anymore. She'll never know how he feels.

He sits down to cry. Hermione had told him once that it's okay to cry. He buries his face in his knees to sob.

He cries for sometime. He feels a hand rest on his shoulder, comforting him. He looks up to see who it is.

No.

No!

It can't be!

Hermione!

He can feel his face turning pale. She can't be alive!

Maybe….she's a ghost.

That's it. She's a ghost.

She's a ghost because that can't be her.

"Ronald!" The Ghost says, "You look like you've seen a ghost!"

Maybe she doesn't know she's dead.

He reaches out to touch her face. It's soft, cold and….there! He can touch her! She's alive!!!!!

"What was that for?" she asks.

"I…I'm just glad you're safe."

"I'm glad you're safe too, Ron!" she smiled before leaning in to kiss him.