Hermione rolled her eyes and ripped the bottle out of his hands. She wasn't nearly drunk enough to have a conversation about whether or not Ron actually missed her. It was a preposterous notion, only said by Draco to get a rise out of her. They had nothing in common anymore, no reason to even speak. Ron had gone his way, married, and had his own family. He worked in his own department in the Ministry. Their paths only crossed when they were paraded in front of the regime by the Dark Lord. She would prefer to keep it that way.