Ron/Hermione
She had to hold it together. This was ridiculous. Just when she thought she had cried plenty, she was standing in the middle of a masquerade ball, with people dancing and laughing, and in the ey of the storm she stood with one of the most important people with her life and she was in tears.
So close, and everything still felt further away.
Hermione watched when she saw Ron's hand reach for her. It would be so easy to give in. To let him try to get her out of there and everything else be damned. She looked to the familiar masqued man, "Soon, Ron. I promise." She reached for his hand quickly, a momentary squeeze, and then she prentended to wipe something off his sleeve. "I'm sorry, sir," she said louder. "Your sleeve caught in the custard, I'll get it for you...."
She reached for a napkin from the table and used it to wipe at his wrist and cuff.