            "No? No fine Parisian food, no sightseeing, no French girls you stroll around with between missions—" Hermione cut herself off, seeing Ron’s face contorted in silent fury. She hadn’t even assumed he was cheating on her, before now. In fact, his work France hadn’t even been on her mind for weeks. The thought just popped into her head like a firework. Dead in seconds, but already the damage was done. And judging by his silence...well, Ron was never silent in a row like this.