Briskly walking to the shop they had agreed to eat at, Hermione had every intention of getting there before them so she could order the sandwich she wanted and find a seat. However, Ron reached her and pulled her arm just as she was about to open the door, and she sighed. She leaned into the embrace, though perhaps a bit rigid and not as acceptingly as she normally would.
"You really cannot stop, can you?" she asked, her voice straining as she tried not to yell at him. "Harry might be happy with his marriage and you and Ana seem perfectly content to go along with getting married without any reservations, but it feels as if you keep rubbing both of those right in my face!"
Pulling away from him, she adjusted her hand bag and pushed her hair roughly behind her ears. "After - after the other day, I had assumed you would be a bit more sympathetic or, I don't know, different, but right now, you're being really insensitive!"