The frog hit Harry on the back of the head, busting the small box it came in, and causing the chocolate frog to take it's one good jump. Harry was angry that Ron completely ruined his last chocolate frog that he had stashed away for the last six months.
Harry turned around and looked at Ron, "Fuck you, Ron." His words were soft and sad, as if he had no idea who this person was in the room with him. He shook his head, "You know what? It's your loss. I'd kill for someone to love me like Hermione loves you. But if you don't want it, I'm sure someone else would be glad to have it." He walked a little closer to Ron, thinking about how he had someone like Hermione who loved him, but he left. He picked up the now hopless frog from the floor and dusted it off, placing it on the bed near his 'friend's' foot.
He turned without another glace to his friend who he knew would still be red with anger, and headed for the doorway.