There was a stupid grin creeping its way across Ron's face that was impossible to tamp down, try as he might. He knew very well he didn't deserve Hermione's thanks, but it was easy to forget, now. He was about to tug her onto his lap when Harry's voice cut into the haze that was steadily building up in his mind - he turned his head sharply to look at him, almost like he'd forgotten he was there.
"Yeah," he said, his smile only fading slightly. "Yeah, great timing." Fucking fantastic timing, Harry. Thanks.
He glanced back at Hermione, feeling his face start to burn again. "I know," he said, a bit too quickly, as though he had no idea what Harry was going on about. But it hung awkwardly in the silence. "Good," he added feebly, before clearing his throat and letting go of Hermione to rub at his temple again.