Ron gasped as he suddenly became very cold and very wet. He gaped up at Harry. "You... you git! You complete, utter, horrible GIT! First you trample all over my heart, and then you make me wet!" He aimed his wand at himself, which blew a stream of hot air out. He wished he knew how to make himself dry instantly. This would take a while.
"Fine! You hate me! Fine! I'm leaving!" He stood up, and glared at Kreacher. "You're a traitor, you know that? We were supposed to be friends!" He then turned to Harry. "And you! You!" He grabbed Harry's shoulders angrily and shoved him against the wall. "I love you! Why couldn't it have just been easy for us? You kiss me, I kiss you back, we live happily ever after? Why'd you push me away, you stupid prat!" He glared at Harry and then pulled away, intending to floo off to the Burrow.