"No, but I have the decency to never force her to cut someone important to her out of her life, no matter the reason. If she says you’re important to her, then you're important to her, and I just want to see her happy." Draco reached his hand up to rub her back, encouraging her to sit back down with them. Instead, Ron shoved his own chair back, storming out of the pub with clenched fists. He didn’t look back as he passed through the door, his butterbeer still untouched on the table.