Hermione grit her teeth, colour flaring up in her own cheeks. She'd mentioned his name once, that certainly wasn't reason for Ron to fly off in a tiff.
"Yes, Ron, for years. We're friends, remember. And it isn't as if I was making him a map to where we are so that he can send the Ministry for us. He wants to leave us food and other things we can't get while we're out here. Help. He's not trying to sell us to Voldemort! Honestly,don't be daft."