Harry nodded. St. Mungo's was out then, because Ron made a very good point. They'd figure this out themselves, with Hermione's help. "Okay, no St. Mungo's," he agreed. "At least right now. We'll see what we can figure out first, okay?" He grinned, sheepishly. "Or what Hermione can find out."
Harry reached out and rubbed Ron's arm gently. "I'm sorry I was so drunk. I don't know what came over me," he said, blushing as memories of that night came to him. He was also angry with himself that he'd let his guard down so much to a complete stranger, one both Draco and Ron were sure was someone evil. What had they seen that he hadn't? Some Auror he was going to make, he though, and determined to be more careful in the future.
His eyes widened as Ron seemed to turn inward and concentrate, and he realized that something was really wrong--or really right. He knew, without even checking with Kreacher, that Ron was right. "Ron, that's amazing!" he said, beaming, forgetting for a moment that these flashes of knowledge could be dangerous to Ron's health. "Should I start calling you Trelawney now, or would you prefer Ronan?"