            She rolled her eyes. Her toe jittered against the floor. "I was drunk. He took me home, because we’re friends. Nothing more. Again, not that it’s any of your bloody business!" She tried to march forward. He blocked her path. When her hand dipped into her pocket, Ron’s hands flew up. A weak gesture of peace. She would hex him in a heartbeat, if he dared touch her again. Hermione lifted her chin. "Get out of my way."