“Ron…” Harry started. “You know Malfoy….” He scratched the back of his neck, more than nervous. “Well. So…we just happened to bump into each other in the corridor…” Harry didn’t know whether dragging it out would be…
“What?!” Ron exclaimed, looking at Harry in disbelief as the words sank in. He had to be joking, surely? He looked from Harry to Hermione, waiting for one of them to laugh, to say ‘Oh you should have seen the look on your face!’ and to tell him it was all a joke.
Hermione sat very still and quiet, as if she had been petrified. She knew Ron wouldn’t believe them. She knew him too well, he’d think they were joking. But they weren’t. “Ron.” Hermione said after a few minutes silence, “It’s true. We’re not joking.” She said slowly, hoping he wouldn’t freak out and yell again.
'I wouldn't joke about Malfoy, Ron. You're my best mate so… I didn't mean anything it just happened! It was better than punching him in the stupid face.”