Ron didn't need to look up to know that someone was coming. And frankly, he didn't care. He was done with holding back whatever emotions he was feeling about losing Fred. He'd tried desperately to not think about it, to go about his regular life, to pretend as if he had five siblings instead of six. But that wasn't only a dishonor to Fred's memory, it wasn't even helping Ron move forward.
He didn't move even when he felt someone's arms wrapping around him. At first he thought it might have been Hermione. He hadn't spoken to her much lately, though he presumed it was because of her internship or perhaps something stupid he had said at one point or another. But soon, he realized it wasn't Hermione at all, but Ginny. This made him sob even harder, not because he didn't want it to be Ginny, but because Ginny reminded him even more of Fred.
Slowly, he put his arms around her too and hid his face in her neck. He never thought he would see the day when he would be needing her to comfort him. It made him feel weak, but he had to admit that it was also making him feel a little better. "I'm sorry," he whispered to her, his body shaking violently from the sobs. He never intended for her to see him like this. Out of everything he had been through last year, losing George was the worst. It was the one thing he had been dreading all throughout his time running from the Snatchers with Harry and Hermione, and it felt at least about ten times worse than he had expected it to.