Ron's piercing gaze had her shake in her boots for a second. She was livid to the point that she could hurt him, but there was a part of her that still loved him. Or rather, she realized as she looked back on their relationship, she loved the idea of him. "'Weasley, is it?" He got up and she finally processed his outfit: Dark jeans and a silk, button down shirt that she had bought him for one Christmas. He never wore it, despite how many times she asked him to so they would match on their date nights, and it hurt to see him look as good as she had imagined he would if he had bothered to put it on. "You didn't pack this shirt for me when you kicked me out and I needed it."