And she wakes in cold sweat.
Ginny gasps for air taking in her surroundings. Hermione's eyes, wide with concern stare back at her through the darkness. She blinks twice, realizes she is safe. Then come the tears.
"Ginny? Shh, it's alright, it was only a dream."
Ginny lets her head fall into Hermione's arms, sobbing as gentle hands move to smooth her hair. The dream is fresh: the image of Hermione's still form lying in the snow rests on the backs of her eyelids, and for the moment, she cannot imagine life without the girl who holds her now.