Ron blushed furiously, which luckily wasn't as visible now as it usually was. His list of things he really didn't want to think about just now was getting longer by the second. Snogging Hermione and snogging a man were currently engaged in a confused competition for the top slot. He hunched his shoulders a little and began to walk faster, without looking at either of them. Only when he reached the gate that fed into the graveyard did he stop to wait for them. It really wouldn't have been right to go in alone. And it felt a little wrong to burst in and walk around among all the people who had real reasons to be there.
"Back by the fence, looks like," he said quietly, reaching up to push the strangely long hair out of his eyes. He couldn't help but glance over the rows of headstones closest to them - there were a number of family names he recognized. "Whose did he say it was, again?"