Ron knew his face was bright, bright red and as Harry pulled him up, he raised a hand and waved at the laughing room and then plopped himself back on the couch.
"Bloody hell, give me a bit of a warning next time," he said, pulling Harry down to the couch next to him, "So, you have some type of plan to accomplish this? Or are you actually expecting that I can do this on my own? I can't even think where to start."
Ron paused, realized how that sounded and nudged Harry in the ribs, "Git! I know I start with a girl. You don't have to mention that!"