Ron snorted a laugh again at the reaction of the 2nd years, and he sunk down more into the couch.
"We have planned plenty, haven't we?" he pointed out to Harry, "And much as you've become the snogging expert, I suppose you do have my best interest at heart. Wonder what Hermione will think of your brilliant idea? She'd probably tell you to focus on your lessons, and assignments and not let your hormones rule your brain," Ron said in a bit of a sing-songie voice, "She really does think she knows everything about everything most of the time," he said irritably, knowing that if she said it, she was probably correct.
Ron glanced at Harry, "Sorry Harry, but you know that's what she's going to say. Honestly, if you really think about it, she's the one who needs a good snogging, or even a shag. But who could we get to do the deed?"
Ron looked at Harry, keeping his voice down as he spoke; he had no idea if she'd pop up in a minute to catch his harsh words. Ron felt bad the moment he'd voiced them; he really did like her but her correcting skills were really over the top.