Ron/Hermione
Hermione held Ron's hand through the short memorial. She could feel the tears on her face mirroring Jamie. He was right, words wouldn't help, especially when it was Harry, and Harry was was supposed to survive despite incredible odds. He was the one who was supposed to wake up even though he was dead, the one who could kill Riddle without even hexing him. It was Harry and Harry would die of old age.
Except he hadn't.
She rested her head against Ron's shoulder. "I still can't believe it. I assigned them rooms when we moved and then realised what I had done," she whispered. "I'm going to miss them."