Ron's fist clenched at his side, as he gave serious thought to that punching idea, because it would shut Harry up, so he'd quit spouting the utter ridiculous shite he was spouting.
"It's a war, Harry. Someone's been trying to kill you since your FIRST year at school, did you think we missed that somewhere along the way? Did you think maybe we had forgotten? I almost lost Ginny second year, and there was Cedric in fourth, and Sirius in fifth? It doesn't make a DAMN bit of sense to suddenly mess with what's kept you alive so far. Even if we weren't your best friends, even if we weren't already up to it in our necks, I'd STILL do it, because it's the right thing to do. Just like my family is, just like our friends are. We DO have to, Harry, because if we don't, we're no better then those idiots at the Prophet who have been burying their heads in the sand."
His head swiveled to Hermione then, blue eyes narrowing, "What are you talking about, Hermione?"