Ron caught sight of Hermione the moment she stepped through the potrait hole. He always managed to pick her out of a crowd and now, when he was thinking about her constantly and was set to meet her, he'd known it was her the minute he heard the potrait opening. His hands went slightly sweaty and he cursed that fact, wiping them hastily on his trousers. Ever since the ball, he'd been nervous when around Hermione. He felt as if everytime she looked at him she could tell what he was thinking, that she knew how he felt.
"Figured you'd appreciate being able to start right away." He told her, shrugging slightly and breathing slowly to calm his nerves. "I didn't see you in the Great Hall... did you eat something?" He asked, genuinely concerned for her as she was rarely not present at meals.
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