"I keep myself from starving," she said, stung but unable to properly defend herself since his snide comment was near enough to truth as to make no difference.   Ron had complained about her cooking when they'd been on the run, and, if he'd learned to keep his mouth shut when they'd all been at Harry's, she'd still overheard him complimenting Fleur on hers last time they'd been at Shell Cottage.  If Hermione could cook like this, he'd said, we'd still be together.  He hadn't known she'd been within earshot, and, really, she knew that wasn't the reason they'd ended things.  They'd just turned out not to suit. It happened. That hadn't made the way he phrased his flattery of Fleur hurt any less.