"You are," he moaned. "You’re shagging him. You’re fucking Malfoy." And Hermione finally lost her patience altogether. She was through. She was sick to bloody death of the way Ron refused to pay any attention to nearly anything she said if he didn’t want to. Despite the fact that she had saved his life on more than one occasion. Despite the fact that she was always bloody right. Despite the fact that this was none of his business and she had just told him so, multiple times. He just never, bloody, listened. She drew herself up to her full height, and took a deep breath.