Ron made a face. He hoped he would never have to use one again, but he knew that he likely would have to. It wasn't that he had no interest in them. He was just afraid of breaking them and then having to get a new one just because he was a klutz. Even being the son of Arthur, who loved all things Muggle, didn't help him much.
"Yeah," Ron replied. "You just learn to deal with it after a while, I guess." Yet, he knew it would still get his blood boiling to hear George making remarks about his snogging.
Ron was surprised when Hermione took his hand. He felt glad that he hadn't made a huge mistake in coming here and that he hadn't made a complete arse of himself (though the night was still young). "Well, I'm glad I'm here too. Not so glad Diana's here, but she's family afterall." He nodded at her request and gave her hand a squeeze. "Yeah. A walk would be good."