“Um, I wasn’t sure just… how big a ticket was,” she admitted, still feeling a bit tingly from the hug. And how Ron’s hair smelt; not that she noticed that anymore, of course not! She wasn’t at Hogwarts. She was far too old and sophisticated to notice something that as trivial as whether or not Ron was using the same shampoo as he had in school, and how nice it was. She instead pulled back after a moment, starting to ramble a bit. “I mean, we give muggle sporting tickets away at work all the time to clients, so I wasn’t sure if it was something that to a man could be an entire holiday gift or not. And you’re a man, so I figured that it would be better to be… safe. Besides, the chess board will be used by Harry as well, so that’s more like a gift to the house,” Hermione continued, starting to toy with the ends of her ponytail.
She was a little red in the cheeks. Maybe it was a fever, maybe it was just being a little nipped by the cold. Because Hermione refused to call it a ‘blush’, she was far too old and sensible for blushing.