Ron chortled. "Snakeface? Reckon that's a good a name as ever, and more acceptable in mixed company than 'Dark Tosser', I s'pose. Mum would approve, anyrate."
Finally sure his legs would support him, Ron stood and moved over to Harry's bedside. With one arm around Hermione's waist, he placed his other hand on Harry's shoulder. "Wasn't exactly thrilled to hear he was the one knocking at the door and knocked our girl unconscious in the bargain. So I'd say I owe you a pint at the very least for sending that prat back where he belongs and getting some well deserved revenge at the same time."