"Yeah, alright," Ron muttered, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring out into the woods. Never mind that she'd only known Krum a few years, never mind the mountain of perfectly good reasons they ought not to speak to him. "You trust him. The transportation department. Great." The only thing that kept him from shouting again was the way she'd compared him to Harry - as a friend. It appeased him slightly, until he started to really think about it. If she thought about the two of them the same way, Merlin ... As though Harry on his own hadn't been enough to cope with? "You'll do what you want, I guess."