"Look at me," she said, starting towards him and stopping a few inches away from where he was leaning against the wall. "It’s your call this time. Take me or leave me. I’ll have to work through whatever shit feelings I still have for Ron and it seems like you’re going to have to hear it in my mind. And I’m sorry about that. Frankly, if it makes you feel any better, I’m fine with you subjecting me to whatever sick torture you and Zabini have in mind. But decide. And if you do stay, give me time to sort this out."