Without even answering to agree or to the contrary, Hermione sat down with him, finding it a bit strange at first that this was really the first boy she had invited to her room. Sitting down, she had meant to pull her hand back, but gave a slight smile as he held onto it and squeezed it.
"Oh, Ron," she almost crooned, squeezing his hand this time and trying hard not to laugh. Really, though, his insecurity was precious and a bit unnecessary. "Of course they like you! They always have and they hardly noticed anything that happened - didn't you see my mum when she squeezed the sauce bottle too hard and it went all over her plate? Accidents like that happen, they're normal and I bet they don't even remember anything you did. Now relax."
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