Barely still counted as far as she was concerned, and it wasn't as if either of them had to rush off anywhere that day. They had both been home, doing absolutely nothing. When he asked her if she was even reading the book that currently sat in her lap, Hermione was about to say no. But she wasn't given the chance anyway, and she glanced sideways at Ron.
"I am talking to you," she informed him. "Have been since you first walked out here and even before that. Remember, we had a whole conversation about Christmas at lunchtime?" Hermione was well aware that was not what he meant at all, but she couldn't help stalling either. She was still trying to make her own mind up about everything and she didn't even know what to tell Ron.