Ron stood with her, staring at the door. He grabbed her hand and held it and he was reminded of the time when Hagrid came back from the Forbidden Forest carrying a broken looking body in his arms that they claimed was his best mate and he was standing there with Hermione, frozen and unable to process just how this sort of thing could be possible. Except that it already was possible because Harry was dead now, wasn't he? There wasn't anything left on the other side of that door that could surprise him now. He'd already lost Harry, so what was he so afraid of?
He pulled Hermione to him into his arms, holding her tightly to him. He knew that regardless of how it might not make sense for either of them, it still hurt. They may just be things, but they were still Harry's things and that meant something no matter how insignificant a piece of parchment might be to someone else. "Hey it'll be alright. He would have wanted it to be us and not someone else. And we're both here so there's that." Which didn't really sound like that great of a reassurance but it meant everything actually. Ron pulled back and lifted her chin so that he could kiss her. Somehow this would help steady him.