            Ginny shrugged back her curled hair and took Hermione by the shoulders. "Then who. The fuck. Cares? Ron can limp around with a semi all night, and it wouldn’t matter. You, Hermione," she said, forcefully spinning her around and pushing open the door, "are going to walk out there like you own the place, you’re gonna snog whichever boy you fancy, and Ron’s just gonna have to deal." She gave her a push, and Hermione stumbled forward on her black pumps.