"Oh god," Hermione said, and she moved in to help Ron, pulling Harry up so that they were both supporting him. And she didn't want to risk a levitation spell, but Harry was soaked through. With both of them, though, they could manage him.
"Let's get him back to the tent, it's warm there, we can dry him off." And she was still looking sidelong at Ron. He was really there. And he was helping.
And it took her a long minute to even realize what it was that was missing - the twisting, pulling bitterness that had been between them for months.
"Ron.." She asked, breathless as they walked. "The horcrux....."