Some of those memories washed over her now: waking up in the Hospital Wing first year to find Ron's lopsided grin gazing down at her with relief, causing her heart to do a funny sort of flip-flop for the first time whenever she looked at him, an instinct that had yet to diminish and which she hoped never did. Punching the living daylights out of the man upon his return to the Hunt, and how that had been all she could do to avoid acting on what she really wanted to do, which had been to snog the living daylights out of him instead. Actually snogging him in the Room of Requirement, whispering hoarsely into his warm and firm mouth how she loved him, she loved him, and at last they had found each other, even if they were going to die here, tonight.....