When they passed Ron, Hermione made no effort to acknowledge him. Malfoy did the same; in fact, his icy demeanor spoke silent volumes.  He had a way of carrying himself unaffected–jaw flexed, chin slightly raised, cool eyes fixed straight ahead. Out of anybody she’d ever known, Malfoy’s words always cut deep, but Ron clearly wasn’t worth it right now. Hermione recalled his threat from several weeks ago: "I’ll kill him." His actions tonight had been close; Ron was in agony over their kiss; the display was a glimpse into an affection he’d never come to know and a relationship that would forever haunt and elude him.