Ron was now pacing in his room. He was trying to clear his head, but his mind was set on it, he was about to go into something that might end with him dying. The thought frightened him, but he needed to come to terms with it. This was something secret, he wasn't going to tell anyone, not even Harry.
There was a knock outside his door, he looked up from his bed to his closed door. "Who is it?" He managed to choke out.
"It's me, Hermione." She said, stumbling over her words. "Can I, can I come in?"
Ron got up and walked over to the door, his orange room felt loud and ugly. It felt as if he didn't feel like he even belonged in this house anymore. His hand went out to the door knob and he turned it, the door opened slowly.
Hermione stepped into his room and he closed the door after her. She looked like she'd been sick, her hair was unkept and she looked pale. "Oh Ron. When I heard what happened, I came right here. I'm sorry it took so long." She embraced him, and they stood there, not moving, each feeling protected under each other's presence.
"Hermione, I need to tell you something." Ron whispered, trying to keep the tears from flowing down his cheeks. He let go of Hermione and sat down on his bed. "Ever since my dad died, I've been thinking about something. I haven't even told Harry what I've been feeling. I think that I might be more involved in this fight against You Know Who then I ever thought I was. I mean, I might sacrifice myself to save you and Harry. It just feels like I got a warning from when my dad died and I killed Lucius." He couldn't continue, the tears were now coming freely down his face.
Hermione, took his hand in his, clutching it hard. "Whatever happens Ron, you know I'll always stand by your side. Always." She hoped that it would always be so.
Ron laid his head on Hermione's shoulder. She had given him hope, something that he had not had in a while.