Maybe Ron would have been curious enough to keep up with the comics a little if they were in different positions, but when he had people throwing his future into his face in large doses all the time Ron preferred to avoid it as much as he could. He'd looked at a few things online here and there, but in the end Ron simply decided that it was better to stick away from the purely factual side of the Harry Potter related media. He'd find out in his own time if he ever got back home. At the very least, Ron knew that he wasn't going to die anytime soon. Then again, that was likely to change here, wasn't it? If he never did get back, Ron supposed that the books would get on without him. They'd alter themselves or something. Maybe. He wasn't terribly sure how'd that work since he was no genius about alternate universes and timelines and such (or much of a genius about anything, honestly), but Ron knew it'd all work itself out. Or the world would spontaneously combust, but he was sort of hoping that didn't happen. The whole death thing in itself was something that Ron was choosing to avoid as best as he could.
"I'd bloody well pay you off to see you do something like that to a Malfoy," Ron said cheekily. "'Specially Draco. To see his face if a girl like you jumped him in the middle of the night..." Ron broke out int a wide grin at the thought. "You're brilliant, you know that?" That last bit was sort of blurted out, but Ron didn't mean it any less. "Er, I mean....well, yeah. You are. I wish there had been more girls like you back at Hogwarts." He sheepishly shoved his hands into his pockets and looked down at the counter. "We'd have gotten on fantastically if you were there. Loads more than me and girls like Lavender ever did."