Ron's hand went up to his face, which was now bright red. She'd certainly taken that wrong. He ran after her and found her at the bench. He sat next to her. "Hermione, you took what I said the wrong way. Before I stopped myself, I was gonna say how could I like a girl called Hermione even more than I liked Lavender. And I do. I like you more than any other girl, in Narnia, Hogwarts or any other bloody place the world has to throw at me."