She squeezed her eyes closed and whimpered very quietly against Ron's mouth, opening hers and pushing her tongue between his lips. The hand in his hair tightened just slightly, tears continuing to drip from her eyelashes as she kissed Ron with a desperation that had, until that moment, been hidden away inside of her. Her tongue was warm and small, but it seemed to know precisely what it was doing inside his mouth as it swirled around and teased his tongue, begging for something to ground her, to keep her from floating away in the despair after the previous night's battle.