Hermione tucked some hair behind her year, actually laughing, a laugh that what was dangerously close to a giggle. But she quickly bit her lower lip, reminding her that this was Ron. Ron who could have anyone he wanted, she was sure. "Yes, I would go and watch Ginny. I'd go and watch any game with you Ron, but I think I'd be a bore. I don't fully understanding the attraction," she admitted.
"I think I'll go to George's party, keep an eye on Ginny. Make sure no one tries to floo after one too many," she said, finally pulling her coat on. She wasn't even that cold exactly, she was just invested in keeping her hands and self as busy as possible. "But a night home would be nice- no one to kiss at midnight though, unless you count the cat."