It was nice to know he'd at least been consider enough to go after her, but Hermione didn't want to talk. She was feeling hurt, and her confidence was just about non-existent at the moment. Ron was the only person who could make her so happy and give her butterflies but also make her feel so bad about things somethings.
When he stepped in front of her, she halted, mad, upset, tired, and her head hurt. "Away from you, not back to the bloody table." She murmured, beginning to go around him, but then he'd topped himself with another charming comment. "I'm being stupid?" She exclaimed. "How can you be so thick?" She felt like her chest was about to explode. "You're never going to get it, are you?" Had she been sober, she probably wouldn't have had the gall to say it. "It doesn't matter who've I've dated or whatever, Ron, because if you'll care to notice I always end up with you. And, may I add it's not because I have to, it's by choice. I want to." She took a breath and realized they may had just made a scene. "Just not like this."
She pushed her way through the crowd behind and went outside. Hermione definitely needed some air; she'd just fought and basically told Ron everything she felt, publicly, during the luncheon around co-workers. She put the bottle down and leaned against the outside wall of the building. She felt so emotionally exhausted. This could not get worse.