She walked away without looking at him. There was nothing else that needed to be said. Losing Ron as a lover had been a relief but losing him as a friend was a lot more painful. That’s what he always had been. They sort of stumbled into their romance during the war. Maybe it had been out of comfort. But they had always been friends. They always would be friends; she had been sure of it. Walking back in her black robes—no longer a Gryffindor—she realized how wrong she had been.