Chapter 9: Hermione
He was downstairs again. Another day, and they hadn't moved the corpse.
It was disturbing.
Hermione walked into the room, her expression stoic. What he wouldn't he give to look into her eyes and find out what was going on in her head.
He still loved her, you know.
She stared at the body for a moment, before turning to face him. "Ron." She whispered.
She clasped her hand over her mouth as sobbed, before fleeing from the room.
Somehow he got up. Slowly, painfully, he moved his previously motionless joints. He ignored the stares, and the frantic whispers.
He ascended the stairs, to find Hermione in his room. She wasn't crying.
But he was.
She jumped in shock at the noise.
He hugged her.