She glanced at Harry, who was sitting on his bed. Usually, he was the one who was raging when it came to Malfoy. She looked again at Ron, who was still flustered due to his anger. If she didn't know better, she would have said that he had taken something he should have kept his hands off. She really had to fight against her inner longing to roll her eyes while he continued to make his incomprehension clear. Although... maybe he had taken something from his brothers" shop. Or maybe he was just a hormone-addled idiot.