About four months went by, painfully slow. Ron now got up right before the the sun started to rise to go visit Hermione, ocassionally taking some flowers with him.
Harry knew that he was probably the only person at The Burrow that knew this, since after all of these years staying at the Burrow, he was still Ron's roomate, even though he avoided the despair-filled room as much as possible so Ron could stay there and mourn.
Everyday, even when Ron thought he was asleep, he heard him screaming and crying in his few nights that he did get sleep. Mostly, he just silently cried at night.
When Ron got up to get dressed and get ready to visit Hermione, Harry would always listen until he left, then watch Ron, with his shoulder hunched and his arm streched out as if to reach something, though the window, always walking slowly, hesitantly, as if he was afraid of what these visits would cost him.
Harry, who spent most of his time in Ginny's room, saw Ron walk out of his room, his expression completely different from the mask he had been wearing for a while. He was wearing a slight smile on his face, and when he saw Harry approach him, the smile slightly increased.
"I'm going to Diagon Ally. I should be back in a while," he announced, and with that, turned on the spot, and Disapparated.
Harry gave Ginny a questioning look, who shook her head. And soon enough, Ron retured a few hours later, something bulging in his rucksack, and locked himself in his room. Harry's fear for his friend increased.