Ron huffed a little as he stood outside the door. He didn't want to be here. He hated having to keep all this quiet, and most of all he didn't like being friendly with Pansy Parkinson.
She'd taken away his best mate under the pretense of needing to be protected and that irked him, but worst of all he had a sinking feeling Pansy was slowly working her Harpy Talons into Harry and the rugrat was helping.
He resigned himself to his fate and knocked on the door, and schooled his features into a fraction of interested so Pansy wouldn't take things the wrong way.