She chewed her lip. She was out of ideas. And an insidious self-doubt started to creep inside her bones. Was he right? Love was hard to pinpoint, that was true. Sometimes it crept up on you. Sometimes it lay dormant until it was reignited. Could that have been the reason she had slept with Ron? Not the fact that she had fallen back into an old vice, but because she had never really fallen out of love with him? She shook her head violently.