            Hermione’s cheeks flushed hot. No, Ron didn’t say that. Did he? Oh Merlin, why do I even care? But she did—a piece of her did, anyways. "You know who invited me today, don’t you?" Hermione said icily. "Ron said he was just dying to see me without his clingy girlfriend hanging about." She pretended to look over the crowd. "Oh look, there’s Ronald. Perhaps I should go say hello." Hermione began to stride forward, smirking, when Lavender caught her wrist.