"I'll let him know then. I mean, can't hurt, right? People still see you as a savior, after all."

Hermione wonders if she's imagining that look on Ron's face, that he seems to add a twist to those words. She's not sure it's imagination, that he truly has issues with Harry and all he had done for the wizarding community.

But then he straight out asks that question and all of the color drains from Ron's face. It makes his freckles stand out starkly and his eyes go wide. He looks sickly as hell, and truth is, that is all the answer Hermione needs.

"What are you two talking about?"

"I hadn't said anything yet," Hermione points out, arching a brow. "But curious you're feeling attacked by both of us then. Answer the question. You know what, don't." She looks at Harry. "No one George would sell something like that, let's be honest. Maybe we've been wrong all along," she says, baiting him. "Maybe it's just been Ron and Molly had nothing to do with it."

"Don't you dare! I will not be blamed for this," he says, stopping suddenly, realizing what he's said.