"Did you not hear what he said about you, or something?" he asked sullenly as Hermione stared him down disapprovingly, her arms crossed and feet planted firmly a shoulder width apart, wand clutched loosely in one hand. Ron shot her yet another betrayed look, his hair falling over his eyes, blue flashes sparking through his fringe at her. "The bloody arsehole all but implied you were shagging him Hermione! You’ve been nothing but nice to him, even though he never, ever bloody deserved it, and he goes and makes out that you’re some filthy trollop, slobbering all over him. Making it seem like you’re interested in him. Ugh!"