dust_in_the_wind

It is the middle of the night, and every student, teacher and creature of Hogwarts is fast asleep. Only one young wizard is aware of the danger waiting to pounce on the school. And with that feeling in the pit of his stomach telling him he's probably going to die, Harry Potter isn't about to wake anyone up and drag them to his final confrontation with Voldemort.

Ron had always thought that when he finally got around to telling Hermione that he loved her, she would be happy. And that she’d smile and kiss hum or hug him or say that she loved him too or… something. He certainly hadn't expected they'd be locked up in a dungeon, threatened by Death Eaters and locked away from their friends, who were probably still in battle. And when Hermione responded in the entire opposite way, he at least felt certain that things couldn't get much worse. But nothing ever went out the way he expected.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were best friends. Everyone knew that. So when something horrible happens to one of them, it means something horrible happens to all of them. It seemed logical that they would find comfort in each other. But logic is hardly useful when you just want to cry yourself to sleep.