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But
Ron
had
already
strode
past
her
out
of
the
door
with
his
broomstick
over
his
shoulder
.
"
Er
,
"
said
Harry
into
the
sudden
silence
;
he
had
not
expected
his
plan
to
backfire
like
this
,
"
shall
...
shall
we
go
up
to
the
party
,
then
?
"
"
You
go
!
"
said
Hermione
,
blinking
back
tears
.
"
I
'm
sick
of
Ron
at
the
moment
,
I
do
n't
know
what
I
'm
supposed
to
have
done
...
"
And
she
stormed
out
of
the
changing
room
too
.
Harry
walked
slowly
back
up
the
grounds
toward
the
castle
through
the
crowd
,
many
of
whom
shouted
congratulations
at
him
,
but
he
felt
a
great
sense
of
let-down
;
he
had
been
sure
that
if
Ron
won
the
match
,
he
and
Hermione
would
be
friends
again
immediately
.
He
did
not
see
how
he
could
possibly
explain
to
Hermione
that
what
she
had
done
to
offend
Ron
was
kiss
Viktor
Krum
,
not
when
the
offense
had
occurred
so
long
ago
.
Harry
could
not
see
Hermione
at
the
Gryffindor
celebration
party
,
which
was
in
full
swing
when
he
arrived
.
Renewed
cheers
and
clapping
greeted
his
appearance
,
and
he
was
soon
surrounded
by
a
mob
of
people
congratulating
him
.
What
with
trying
to
shake
off
the
Creevey
brothers
,
who
wanted
a
blow-by-blow
match
analysis
,
and
the
large
group
of
girls
that
encircled
him
,
laughing
at
his
least
amusing
comments
and
batting
their
eyelids
,
it
was
some
time
before
he
could
try
and
find
Ron
.
At
last
,
he
extricated
himself
from
Romilda
Vane
,
who
was
hinting
heavily
that
she
would
like
to
go
to
Slughorn
's
Christmas
party
with
him
.
As
he
was
ducking
toward
the
drinks
table
,
he
walked
straight
into
Ginny
,
Arnold
the
Pygmy
Puff
riding
on
her
shoulder
and
Crookshanks
mewing
hopefully
at
her
heels
.
"
Looking
for
Ron
?
"
she
asked
,
smirking
.
"
He
's
over
there
,
the
filthy
hypocrite
.
"
Harry
looked
into
the
corner
she
was
indicating
.
There
,
in
full
view
of
the
whole
room
,
stood
Ron
wrapped
so
closely
around
Lavender
Brown
it
was
hard
to
tell
whose
hands
were
whose
.
"
It
looks
like
he
's
eating
her
face
,
does
n't
it
?
"
said
Ginny
dispassionately
.
"
But
I
suppose
he
's
got
to
refine
his
technique
somehow
.
Good
game
,
Harry
.
"
