"I thought it might," she laughed against his ear, and she pressed her cheek into his shoulder, her arms tightening at his sides as the reality of their situation began to sink into her. The war was over, many of their loved ones were dead, Voldemort was dead, Fred...oh, Fred was dead...
Her hands clenched fistfuls of Ron's robes and she gave a heavy sniff, eyes squeezing closed as she buried her face in Ron's neck. Unbidden, tears squeezed their way out of her eyes, dripping onto Ron's neck. She bit down on her bottom lip.