Harry blushed again, and wondered what Ron meant by that. It wasn't like Harry was going to go out and get drunk and shag a bloke. He didn't think about men that way. Well, he didn't really think about girls either, not since Ginny. But he had a lot of other things on his mind, so it was only natural. Right? "If you say so," he said, fiddling with the envelope in his hands.
"It wasn't rubbish," he insisted. "You let Hermione read it, right? And she didn't think it was rubbish. And I read it, and I thought it was great. So don't say that!" Ron's essay had been about strategy and pressure, and filled with Chess analogies--or metaphors or whatever.
When Ron read his letter quickly, and then said he wasn't accepted. "What?" he cried, taken aback until he realized Ron was kidding. "Not funny!" But he had to snicker a little. "Okay, it was a little funny." He pouted a little at Ron, but then turned his attention to Ron's letter.
He opened it and red it quickly, growing angry when he read the little addendum about financial help. "You got in," he said, deciding not to mention that little piece right away. "So, we're both going to be Aurors." He grinned at Ron, feeling the awkwardness from the morning fade away into happiness. He was going to be an Auror with his best mate. "Isn't that brilliant?"