"I – I'm so happy for you," Hermione sobbed, and threw herself suddenly at Ron, squeezing him in a hard, fierce hug and then just as abruptly letting him go and dropping back to the bed. "Ignore what I said before," she said with a tearful quaver in her voice, wiping her tears away as they spilled over. "You two are perfect for each other, and you're right – there's no point in waiting. No – no point at all." She found herself in the incredibly odd position of wishing Draco was more like Ron; reckless and impulsive, throwing caution to the wind and damn the consequences. She glanced up at Ron, embarrassed by her emotional reaction to his news. He was looking at her bemusedly, head canted to one side.