Harry caught the frown on Ron's face and how the man watched him pulling out a chair for Hermione. He did have manners, manners he even showed Ginny over the years. It wasn't unusual by any means whatsoever. It was no surprise to him though that Ron wouldn't recognize good manners if they bit him.

He'd rather be placed under crucio than enter the Burrow at any point in the near future to have dinner with the matriarch. He'd be tempted to burn it down, if he was completely honest. Instead of voicing that however, he merely smiled. "You know how it gets though as we get older," he said before taking a drink from his glance once they've cheered. He was rather glad they had chosen to go with the chair method, it was similar to those used at trials these days - it would ensure Ron was honest and couldn't lie. Even if he did notice, they would get their answer either way and he wasn't bothered about losing that particular friendship.

"It sounds like the shop has been keeping you busy. It's good to hear it's continuing to do so well," Harry ventured, keeping it on a light subject for the time being. Although his feelings toward Ron were as far down the shite hole as they could go, he liked George and wished him nothing but success.