She spotted him as soon as the door swung open.
He looked so lost and alone, pacing back and forth in front of the closed door at the other end of the corridor. He would absently dodge the random healer who wandered into his path and his attention was focused on what lay beyond that door.
Hermione quickly made her way over to his side, feeling slightly guilty for the overwhelming relief she felt at the tangible proof that he was physically uninjured. They would deal with anything else life decided to throw in their paths.
Speaking of which…
Her fingers touched his in the briefest of greeting but it was more than enough.
She pulled him around a corner and down into a passionate and unashamed kiss. Both needed reassurance, both had different reasons, but neither one could deny the other. She needed to feel his breath ghosting across her lips as they broke apart for a spilt second, simply to know that that breath still existed. He gladly provided the evidence and sought reassurance of his own, the knowledge that she was there and always would be.
It was the gash across the top of his left eyebrow which broke the moment. Her fingers gently traced around the painful looking wound. She knew she had to say something, but words seemed so inadequate. She didn't want to promise something she had no power to ensure, she couldn't spout meaningless platitudes when she was gazing into Ron's wounded eyes. So she promised the only thing she could be sure of,
"We will get through this Ron, I promise, and I'm here right beside you."