"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?" Yelled Hermione; her hair was coming down out of its elegant bun now, and her face was screwed up in anger.
"Oh yeah?" Ron yelled back. "What's that?"
"Next time there's a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!"
Ron mouthed soundlessly like a goldfish out of water as Hermione turned on her heel and stormed up the girls' staircase to bed. Ron turned to look at Harry.
"Well," he sputtered, looking thunderstruck, "well--just that just proves--completely missed the point--"
Harry didn't say anything. He liked being back on speaking terms with Ron too much to speak his mind right now--but he somehow through that Hermione had gotten the point much better than Ron had.