She had stared at him long enough that he had hunched his broad shoulders slightly and looked ready to slink off and lick his wounds, but then she had quickly reached for his arm to prevent him from running away, and agreed. The warm smile on his face had made her stomach flutter and brought a silly grin to her face. It only lasted until Ron had hesitantly said "Hermione, you’re a girl...’, with Harry in the background desperately tugging on his arm to keep him from saying anything else.