Ron’s head had jerked up from his plate at her name. Hermione kept her face blank. She had, of course, known there was a chance she would run into her would-be paramour at the Burrow, but it didn’t make the experience any more palatable. He was staring at her unabashedly, blue eyes unblinking. A globule of mashed potato slid off his spoon as he attempted to eat without looking at it.