"Vomiting? Psychic visions? Ron? Wh-..." Hermione paused, frowning harder at the look on Ron's face; and, for once, she dropped it. After a pause, she changed subjects, besides she could always wheedle the information out of Harry later, "Malfoy? Really? Well, that's good of him. We should work on creating stronger bonds between each other."
Hermione nodded firmly, and realizing she was still sitting on Ron slid off and sat on her own chair, eying the sausages Ron indicated. "I'm not, er, hungry. You know what my job is and once I start talking about it, you're going to get that glazed look like you're thinking about what some Quidditch player looks like naked," she huffed, rolling her eyes.
"And don't even try to deny it. All I have to do is say 'magical freedom of the lesser magical creatures...'and," she stopped and smirked, "I've lost you already."