Stupid boys, Hermione fumed to herself, glaring at Ron who still studiously avoided looking at her, his eyes still glued to Lupin. She wondered how she would feel if something happened to Ron tonight, and she hadn’t fixed things between them. Would she feel guilty about it? Regret it for the rest of her life? Hermione stared at the redhead and knew she would regret it – how could she not? But she didn’t cross the few feet of floor between them. She didn’t try to apologise or offer an olive branch. Didn’t do anything at all.