Harry was getting frustrated. Was Ron being purposefully dense, or was he really that stupid?
Harry glared, "You snort. So obviously that means that your mother doesn't love you, as she nags you to clean your room. Of course she doesn't love you, because nagging means that she hates you and doesn't give a shit about you or your life." Harry stood up and paced around the room.
"Hermione doesn't love you either, because she doesn't want you to be the best you can possibly be, including being pleasant and spending time with people you claim to be friends. Chocolates? You want a fucking chocolate for her to prove your love?"
Harry reached into a pocket of his jacket and pelted Ron with a chocolate frog box that he had saved from the summer. He was going to share it with his best friend as it was the last one, and he knew they were Ron's favorites.