It was at least slightly comforting that he seemed just as reluctant to open the door as she was, like opening the door would make it all real, and right now there was still a chance they were dreaming. No matter that Hermione was usually the logical one who stuck with facts, right now she wanted to believe the impossible was in fact possible, screw logic. When Ron took her hand, she let out a breath she hadn't even realized she was holding and looked at him. This might be one of the hardest things she'd ever had to do, and that included finding horcruxes and killing Voldemort.
Hermione wrapped her arms around him, burrying her face into his shoulder for a moment, trying to muster the strength to walk through that door. He was right, Harry wouldn't want anyone but them going through his things. After all, they didn't have any secrets, right? What could they find in there that would change their opinion or him in any way? Hell, even if they found a dead body, Hermione would fight to the end that it was a justified kill, it was Harry after all. "You're right," she said. "I know it will be, it will just be hard first." One thing she loved about Ron is she felt like she could be completely honest with him and never be judged for her words. "I suppose I'm afraid that going in will make it all real." She kissed him back, feeling better just from that gesture. It helped immensly. After reluctantly pulling away, she looked him in the eyes. "So, I suppose we should go inside." She kept a hold on his hand as she reached out to unlock and open the door, and then they were standing in the open doorway, staring at the abandoned flat.