Ron nodded. He had found what he was looking for in his brief recess from the tent, anyhow - the pressure of Hermione's head on his shoulder was drawing his mind further and further from anything unpleasant that might have been waiting for him in the near future. After a moment, he slipped his hand out of hers and wrapped his arm about her waist, keeping his eyes focused on the far side of the lake. This felt warmer - almost peaceful - like it could last a bit longer than the few minutes he knew they had before the cold or some pressing task (or Harry waking up, he thought) took them away from the shore. It wasn't much to look at, but it was better than books and tinned soup.