Part of her had wanted to say no. She didn't want to go through what she'd had with Harry. But she also knew Harry hadn't done it on purpose. And Ron had nothing to do with it either. She'd actually followed a little instruction given to her by her wardrobe and her mirror. Her hair tamed by a few cosmetics. Her make-up light, but enough to be flattering to her features. It was handy having friendly furniture.
She dressed simply in a white silk top and a pair of high water denims. Some sensible flats topped the outfit off. Once she was ready she flowed down the stairs, her stomach in her throat. Why was she nervous? This was Ron. There was no reason to be nervous.
Entering the kitchen she offered a slight smile. "Hi." It was lame. And she couldn't help but pull the face that said she thought it was.