What J.K. didn't tell us…
Ron watched to make sure Harry was fitfully asleep before he crept out of his four poster bed and stole the cloak from the bottom of Harry's suitcase, this had been the third time he would be borrowing the cloak with out permission. He wasn't ready for people to know just yet what his intentions were. He walked to the door looking back to make sure his room mates were still asleep before silently opening the door and leaving the Boys 2nd year dormitory behind him.
Growing up with so many siblings did him good as he walked effortlessly down the hallways, which were forbidden after curfew. His upbringing had made him a pro at staying silent during the night, especially when he wasn't supposed to be out of bed. Quickly and purposefully, he walked down the hallways of Hogwarts. Never pausing to check for the sound of footsteps coming near. He knew his instincts well enough that he would just instinctively know if someone was coming near.
Finally he reached the Hospital Wing. He felt as if it took him the same amount of time I would take someone to get up into the highest towers. He had wanted to be there sooner. Slowly he cracked open the massive door to the Wing and peaked in, the lights were off and the moon shown through the window. Perfect. He opened the door slowly to prevent its massive squeaking and shut it just as slowly and pattered over to her bed.
Hermione had fallen victim to the Basilisk attack two weeks before. He had been coming every night at 1 am to check on her. To keep her company so she wasn't alone. "Hi Hermione." He whispered sitting down on the edge of her bed, taking the cloak off from around his shoulders. "I wish you would wake up." He sighed and took out his want pointed it at the flowers in the old vase that was upon the bedside table and whispered the charm to rejuvenate them. Whishing that it would do the same for Hermione.
"Everyone's gotten over that you aren't there you know." He shook his head sadly tucking his wand away. "I'm not going to get over it. I've been going got the library every night too. When I'm done here I'll look up ways to make you better." The red heads hands shook as he reached for her outstretched one. "I promise I'll make you better Hermione."
Silence covered the pair, Hermione's eyes stayed unblinking as Ron's moistened quite considerably as he gazed upon the fuzzy haired girl. Ron hummed quietly to pass the time, a little lullaby that his mother had once sang to him. He didn't dare sing he didn't want to wake anyone up.
The youngest male Weasley sat there staring at Hermione for a long time, until his eyes started to close on their own. It wouldn't have been the first time that he had fallen asleep in the wing with Hermione. That had been an embarrassing experience and he wasn't eager to repeat it. He got to his feel and wrapped the invisibility cloak around his shoulders leaving his head exposed. Before he turned to walk away he bent down and kissed Hermione's cold lips. Wishing again that he could do that when she wasn't comatose.
"I love you Hermione." He whispered to the silent girl as he walked away from her bedside. He left through the giant doors and headed up to the library for another hour of research before he retired to bed, continuously counting the minutes before he could be by Hermione's bedside again.