Not needing to be told twice, Hermione was on her feet and walking past the couch the pair sat on. Ron swatted a hand at her bum playfully and she skillfully dodged it; she would rather avoid that entire situation if at all possible. She planned to be home any day now, and could just pretend this was not happening. She also did not want to risk ruining things for Ron and this Hermione merely because she did not  like the wizard the same way as the other witch did. How could she? She had not truly grown up in this world with Ron, and she only knew of the wizard through Harry’s eyes in the books. 