Meeting on the Hogwart's Express…fighting a troll…wandering into the Chamber of Secrets…meeting Sirius Black…
Didn't they say your life flashed before your eyes before you died? This was surely a sign of some sort, his entire friendship with Harry was flashing before his eyes. This was so dead. This was deader than dead. This was deader than Hagrid's Flobberworms engorged with lettuce, and that was really dead. Ron fiddled morosely with his shirt collar as Harry regained the gift of coherent speech.
"Ron…What the FUCK…were youdoing with DEAN?" Harry's hands were shuddering angrily in a very Dursley-like manner, and the look on his face was of utter miserable disbelief.
"Aghaurggh…um…Dean was just…we were- " Ron found that when one is frightened enough, one's tongue can enlarge to three times its normal size, which was surely the most fascinating discovery ever made.
"No! Stop…Iknow what you were DOING. What..when..WHY! Just why?" Apparently the weight of Harry's body was too much for him at the moment, and he fell onto his bed, ripping the hangings in the process.
Ron stilled, knowing that his next sentence would be the end of a friendship, and also wondering how Harry could have notfigured it out by now. "I suppose…I suppose I like boys…more than one would presu-"
"No! SHUT UP! What I mean is – WHY? Why DEAN? Don't you think that maybe there are WORTHIER candidates?" Harry looked at Ron, curiosity finally outweighing anger in his eyes.
Ron wondered, terrified, what the hell Harry was going on about, but decided that this was not really an appropriate question. Then again, the answer to Harry's question seemed just as unsuitable a thing to say. "Well…Dean's pretty. Um, pretty nice. He's- I mean, I thought you liked him too, well, in a friendly way. Er-"
"Yes. Dean's terrific. Bloody hell, you never get it, Ron." With that, Harry turned and stalked out, slamming the dormitory door behind him, and leaving Ron sitting with a puzzled expression on his face.