"Langlock!" While Ronald Weasley had gotten faster with a wand during their time in the DA, he would never be able to beat Hermione on the draw.
Especially an incredibly upset, pissed off Hermione.
Who still had her wand pointed at him.
Shit.
All he could do was look at her pleadingly, trying to convey his explanation for why he had been holding Lavender's hand in a deserted hallway through his blue orbs into her head.
Apparently, he sucked just as much at telepathy as he did shielding spells.
"I can't believe you went back with her! We… what about us?"