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Harry didn't want to do this. This could easily ruin his and Ron's friendship. Just because Ginny didn't take it personally didn't mean Ron wouldn't, but it was only fair that Harry tell him. A long time ago they agreed no secrets between them, and Harry wasn't going to break that agreement any time soon.
"What's up?" Ron asked the moment he stepped into Harry's office.
"Ron, take a seat," Harry replied gesturing to a cluttered chair. Ron furrowed his eyebrows and nodded, pushing the stuff off the chair before sitting down. Harry let the mess go knowing it was the least he could do for Ron.
"Am I getting fired?" Ron questioned worriedly.
"What? No. Why would I fire you?"
"It's just, you're being really weird and you've gone all twitchy. So, if you're firing me just get it over with."
"I'm not firing you," Harry replied slowly. "I just…" it was now or never. "Ron, I made out with Hermione at Neville's Christmas party." Ron didn't say anything, so Harry pushed on. "I-I didn't mean to. I-it's just, her and Ginny dressed like each other, and I was really drunk, and I told Ginny and she was t-totally fine with it, but I-I…" Ron still hadn't said anything. "Ron?"
Ron was quiet for a full minute before he softly said, "Neville had a Christmas party?"
"What?" Harry's was eyeing his friend cautiously.
"Why wasn't I invited? A better question: why didn't Hermione mention it? Was it because of last year? It wasn't my fault Neville brought out the fire whiskey early. Well, that's just…" Ron stood, walking out of Harry's office, muttering, "What a dick."
Harry sat stock still, wondering what had just happened. Had Ron just latch onto the fact that he wasn't at Neville's party? Harry figured there would be a fight, that Ron would threaten to quit, maybe he'd ask to be transferred. Not that; anything but that.
"Okay, so I found the invitation," Ron said about an hour later, walking back into Harry's office. He was carrying a piece of parchment, reading it over. "I'm not sure why Neville insisted we wear costumes, but it is right here. Hermione had placed it on my desk and it got buried." He smiled, handing the invitation over to Harry.
"Okay," Harry replied glancing at the writing. "See, it wasn't because of the fire whisk… OW!" He hadn't been expecting Ron to punch his arm.
"That's for kissing my wife," Ron snapped snatching the invitation out of Harry's hand. He then stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him. It was quiet for a moment, Harry busy rubbing his aching shoulder, but the door opened again. "And Hermione told me a week ago; just thought you ought to know."