            Ron strode forward. She held her ground, even as he stopped less than an arm’s width before her. She hated how tall he was, how small he made her feel. Her neck ached, craning to keep hold of his gaze. "I loved you, Hermione," Ron murmured. The words sunk through her like a stone. "And you took that, and you ran into the arms of a fucking Death Eater. What would they think?" he continued, his voice an icy whisper. "Remus? Tonks? Your parents? To learn that their friend, their daughter, chose to become a killer’s pet."