It took Hermione a moment to take in every Ron said. Sober, she would have yelled at him then gone off in a huff. But she wasn't sober, not completely. So she just sat there, hearing the words echoing in her mind.
She had planned on trying to say something non-argumentative to him, something to turn this around, like explaining that it was a while ago and she'd broke it off because...well, no one really made Hermione smile or laugh like Ron. And her romantic life suffered because she often made mental comparisons.
But then he'd said it. That unnecessary comment about Lavender. The snogging a girl at a Quidditch match remark was bad enough, and Hermione could only take so much. She was only sniffling at first, looking down and adjusting herself to avoid looking at him, but she was in a different emotional state, and the hurt look in her eyes was something she wasn't able to hide.
"Then why don't you go find her." Hermione said, putting her glass down and grabbing her own, unopened bottle of wine. "I asked the person I wanted to spend time and be with, but I guess the feelings aren't reciprocated." Even tipsy Hermione used big words. She wasn't sobbing at this point, but she had tears rolling down her cheeks and her steps were slightly wobbly. Hermione turned to walk off. This was turning out to be worse than the Yule Ball, and she hated it because she really hated fighting with Ron.