"And you didn't think to mention it to me?" Ron asked. He just shook his head. "I was looking forward to spending time with you, you know. I don't get long weekends all that often. Especially without something having happened first. But you weren't even fucking thinking about me when you said you'd go. That's what you've just told me. So don't yell at me about leaving now. You made that decision first."
He gave her one last look, wondering if she was really that dense that she hadn't figured that he'd want to spend time with her outside their flat, doing something fun for a change, or that he was hurt that she'd gone ahead and made the decision without even warning him about it. And then he walked out of the flat, slamming the door behind him, wondering if he should cancel his reservation for the next night or give it to someone who could actually use it.