Ron/Hermione
She nodded her head to his words. Casting a glance at him as if assessing whether or not his words were true. Maybe he was lying to her. How find could he be? Harry was gone. His brother Bound. His sister enslaved to Voldemort. She decided Ron couldn't be that fine.
When he grabbed her hand she froze. She looked to her right and then to her left rapidly to make sure no one noticed. "Ron...." Her throat tightened around his name and now a tear did fall down her face. "I can't...."
How could she get away here? And the tracking charms. And risking him in the middle of a party full of Death Eaters and those loyal to them. "It's too dangerous, Ron. If you...." No. She couldn't even let herself consider it. "No." She said firmly. "I won't risk it." When what she really meant was she wouldn't risk him.