Ron tried to put his things away quietly, but he needn't have bothered. Harry was still awake, waiting. Ron looked at his pale face and wondered what was wrong with him.
"You alright there, Harry?" Harry looked at Ron severely.
"If you're asking, you already know the answer…" Ron sighed, and nodded.
"You having those dreams about her again, aren't you?"
Harry nodded, and frowned. He had been having dreams about her off and on for a couple of years, around the full moon. The way she died wasn't pleasant, and Harry hadn't been able to do anything about it.
Cho had been so distraught when she found out Cedric had died. He had wanted to go and comfort her, but he had no chance. She was surrounded by a gaggle of girls all the time, and she didn't show up in the hall except for the end of term dinner. Harry didn't say goodbye. She died in a car crash that summer and Harry had found out the next year. Dumbledore had announced it to the entire school on the day of the feast, and Harry's stomach had fallen out. His heart burned for hours, and he barely ate anything at the Great Feast.
Ron noticed that Harry had gone back to somewhere cold in his mind. Ron sat on Harry's bed, waiting for him to come back to himself. He shook Harry on the shoulder gently, and sat next to him, waiting.
"Look, Harry, have you seen Dumbledore about this? Maybe you could use that thought bowl thing or-"
"I don't *want* to forget her." Harry said in a very deliberate voice. Ron knew that the anger behind it was not towards him. Harry was blaming himself for it somehow. Just like Voldemort.
"I'm just saying, Harry. If you need to sleep, you should go talk to Dumbledore about it. He can get Madame Pomfrey to get a potion ready for you." Harry nodded. Ron was right. Or at the very least more rational than Harry was being.
"How's Hermione, Ron?"
"Worried, as usual."
"What about?"
"Her future. She's all upset because you've been scouted by a Quidditch team, and I'm all set to go into the Ministry. She doesn't have a clue she says." Harry smiled. Trust Hermione to be worried even when things were looking up.
"You know what I think Ron? She'd make a great teacher, or even Headmistress."
"I reckon you're right, Harry. I told her to go to McGonagall or Lupin. I hope it helps. I think it will." Harry nodded in agreement. They both climbed into bed, and Ron was comforted by the fact that they would be out of school, and making their own ways. Hopefully, he and Hermione would make one together. One day soon.