Ron sat in one of the livingroom chairs, he noticed that he had started to sit in his dad's chair ever since he'd died. Tears fell silently down his face. He felt so distraught, all he wanted to do was curl up into a ball and weep for all that had happened.
Hermione walked in, so quietly that Ron didn't hear her. She saw her best friend in the world, the one who had always mad her laugh, now he was a shadow of himself. It made her feel sick, she felt so horrible, he looked as if he were a lost toddler that had no clue of what to do next.
She knew that no one really liked to suffer alone, as much as some resisted. She curled up next to Ron, just sitting there with him. Then, what surprised her the most, he grabbed her in a hug, clinging to her as if she were his lifesaving raft, a glimmer of hope, in a terribly stormy sea, and Ron never wanted that hope to go away.
He knew that he'd been changed, but now he realized that it was a change for the better. "Thank you, Hermione." He said, and soon after he stopped crying, but still holding tight on to her.
Hermione stretched out her arms and returned the hug. Ron smiled faintly, she was prepared to go with him, however far it was that they needed to go, her hug showed him that. This light at the end of the maze full of death and despair. He hugged her again, "If it wasn't for you," He whispered. "I don't know what I would have done. This is the only time I've felt comfortable, only when I talked to you, you are so wonderful and I love you for that. You always know what to say and it comes in very useful, some times at least." Another ghost of a smile flickered on his face.
Hermione looked down, her bushy brown hair hid the fact that she was blushing. "Don't worry." She said, looking back up, and grabbing one of Ron's hands, squeezing it gently. "I'm going to get you through this." She wanted to say more but didn't dare to, she loved Ron more than just as a friend and now she knew the feeling was mutual.
Now she was at a loss for words, which for Hermione, was definitely saying something. Not knowing whether to leave or stay with him, she looked into his eyes. They were red from all the crying, yet she noticed something new in them. A sense of defiance, he knew that he and Hermione were going to stick through it until the end, and he also knew that he had a part to play in something, and he was now ready to go through with it.
With me by his side, it's the way it will always be, and I'm glad of it, she thought as Ron stood up slowly and walked slowly out of the room.