Ron appreciated Ginny's perceptive nature; he was looking forward to some time alone with Hermione, after last weekend's incident. She had acted like he was dragging her out when they went bowling although they both ended up having a pretty good time. She was a fairly descent bowler; he had gotten the hang of it, and equated much of his success to his Quidditch skills.
But he stopped with the butterbeer bottle raised half way towards his lips, pausing. Hermione was not interested in being alone with him, it seemed. He frowned slightly, as he watched Hermione stammer slightly to Ginny about not leaving. He inwardly sighed, wondering what the hell was going on with her; it made him feel oddly uncomfortable, and his stomach lurched. He finished his butterbeer, and rose to cover his distress at her words to Ginny.
"I'll be right back. I'm getting another round of butterbeers."
He moved to the bar, ready to get one more round and then pay their tab.