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“I think I’ll go and have dinner,” [Ginny] said, and she got up and walked off to the portrait hole, her head bowed.
Ron goggled at Harry.
“What’s got into them?” he demanded.
- Chapter 23, Harry Potter & The Goblet of Fire
10 minutes later found the two boys still lying dejectedly in the Common Room.
“Hey, Ron?”
“Mmgh?” came the muffled reply from the general direction of the couch, which said ginger was sprawled across face-down.
“Why don't we, y'know, go together?”
There was a soft thump as Ron tumbled off the couch, groaning a string of expletives Hermione would surely berate him for if she had been there. A trio of third-years eyed him warily over their quills.
“Come again?”
“We could go together.”
“Where?” Ron asked dumbly.
“The moon,” Harry replied dryly, “I’ve rented a rocket and everything.”
“What the hell’s a rocket?”
“I think you’re focusing on the wrong part of my question.”
“Is this your way of trying to come onto me? Look, no offense, mate–”
Harry scrunched up his face in disgust, “Wha– Merlin, Ron! As friends. Platonically.”
“As mates?”
Harry nodded, irritated.
“Barmy idea, but sure, why not?”