            She followed Harry inside the sitting room, her eyes narrowing on Ron, standing by the fireplace, then on Ginny, lounging on the couch with a pillow on her lap. Harry quickly took the seat beside Ginny, leaving Hermione the loveseat across from them. She sank down in the middle, waiting. The silence stretched on. Ginny was looking at Ron. Harry was looking at Ginny. She didn’t want to see who Ron was looking at. Hermione just stared into the low fire, watching the flames writhe behind the iron grate.