She didn't want to imagine Ron as being nothing more than a problem. Not when he once meant so much to her. The tears began anew as she considered the fact that she was the last of the three Gryffindors. Both of her boys were dead. Would it be much longer before she joined them? She didn't push away Draco when he pulled her shaking form into his arms. No matter how furious she was with him in that moment, she appreciated the comfort of his touch, the reminder, no matter how false, that she wasn't alone.