"Maybe, but I can make good on my word when I say that I've fancied you longer," Ron shot back. There was always something about her. Even in first year. But in that case, Ron didn't know that he fancied her. Just that there was something about her that he couldn't quite place his finger on. Of course, Ron thought that it was mostly because she was a stuffy little know-it-all that needed to mind her own business. After all, who was she to have nosed in on him, his chocolate frogs, and Harry sodding Potter back in their first year? That was what he had initially thought upon his first meeting. Now that he looked back on it, it kind of amused him.
Clearing his throat, Ron slowly pulled away from Hermione and glanced down at his throat. "Bugger. I'm 'sposed to be meeting up with a few people for drinks. Not that -- er, I could always ditch them. Or you could just come along. Drink up with me and mine. I'll introduce you to some of the people I work with, yeah? And I'll...you know, show them the girl that I'm dating." He raised his eyebrows at Hermione. "I think."