"I think Wendy wanted it to be a date, so that's..that's good, I think."
Hermione fell quiet, holding onto her mug as Ron spoke. "Oh, Ron..." She scooted over, reaching for his hand. "I am so sorry, love. I wish I had- wish I knew of a better way to help- I know how much she meant to you, and how happy she made you. And I know she's still with you, watching out for you, wanting you to be happy."
She smiled faintly, shaking her head. "You don't have to apologize at all, Ron. Not for that."