Ron didn't really know what he was doing here, at a party he didn't know anyone at. Well, that's a lie. He knew you. Not personally, not well; you're in his Potions class, which he finds difficult to concentrate in, because his eyes always found you.

By now, he's had a bit to drink to take away his nerves, sort of lingering by the sidelines.

But you're taking a break, finding yourself at the sidelines now, too, and Ron can't help himself.

"You know, I'm only here tonight because I heard you'd be here," he spoke before thinking it through. "How ridiculous is that?"