Hermione felt frozen to the spot, but after a second she managed take a step back and make room for him to come in. "Right, of course. Sorry." At least she didn't seem to be the only one capable of spontaneously combusting within moments. To be honest, Ron looked a bit terrified.
Once he'd entered, she closed the front door, locked it and followed him into the main room of her flat.
"I think you're right. We should talk about this." She started, moving curls out of her eyes. "I'm sorry if I sort of...threw this at you." Please don't let this end badly was all that was going through her mind.