"No," she glanced back down at the card as Ron’s face disappeared. "It was right after Harry and Ginny got married- they had literally just left for their honeymoon. Ron and I got into a fight about my friendship with Blaise. He’d had a bit too much to drink at his sister's wedding and- well to make a long story short, he wasn’t ready to forgive and forget. I was ready to move on with my life and let past hurts heal, and he insisted on continuing to reopen old wounds that I was trying to let go of." she looked down at her cup, the froth slowly dissipating in the frosty mug. "So I left. It wasn’t easy to do, and it hurt like hell." she took a sip of her drink, and Draco just waited, listening. "I don’t know if he’s made peace with the past or not. But we’re on better terms now. He’s invited me to the wedding in a few weeks." She looked tired, her shoulder hunched as she leaned on her elbows on the table. Draco reached across the table and took her hand.