Ron had been so ready to just leave him to it. Malfoy was as fucking awful as he always had been. He still seemed to think that Ron’s family’s status as so-called blood traitors, that being called ‘Weasley’ was a surname. He has still a prejudiced little prick and Ron was honestly happy to leave him to it.
Ron would have retorted that he could have done a lot. That he could have not been an arse to the lot of them from day one. That he could have tried to be better. That he could have done anything but the shit he got up to in the end that had contributed to who knew how many deaths.
And then Malfoy started hyperventilating.
“For fuck’s sake, Malfoy,” Ron said, taking his arm and pulling him away from the pavement so that if a quick vanish was needed, it could happen. “Can’t you even breathe properly?”