In the midst of all this, Draco Malfoy entered the room. For a second, he looked surprised to see Ron there, but then his face spilt into a malicious grin. " Hey Weasel, are you crying about your love life" sneered Malfoy. "Shut up, Malfoy" snarled Ron. Malfoy's face became even more malicious. "Huh, I don't know, how you can go with Potter. All his admirers, all his fans and now even a fan club. He makes me sick, that big oaf". Ron was surprised he wasn't feeling mad about this. In fact, he felt a kind of vindictive pleasure. And before he knew it, he had closed his eyes and said, "I agree with you, Malfoy". When he had opened his eyes, he saw Malfoy staring at him in disbelief. As usual, Harry was surrounded by his fans and admirers in the common room that evening. Ron found he could not look at them. He found himself growing more and more angry. In the end, he stomped up to his dormitory in rage.

"Like it don't you". Harry whirled around. He had just entered the Gryffindor boy's dormitory. After looking around for a while, he found the speaker, Ron. "What do you mean, mate?" said Harry sitting down beside him. "What do I like"? "What do YOU like" almost shouted Ron. " You get thousand of fans, admirers and you forget even me. You just love it don't you, getting all this attention, and seeing I don't get anything when I was in the Department of Mysteries with you". "How dare you" snarled Harry. "Oh yeah" snarled back Ron "How dare YOU forget all about me. You're a big huge ******". Harry was even angrier than ever before. "You won't ever get fame, Ron. Stupid people like you, never get fame" "Oh yeah" shouted Ron. "If that's what you think, I'm going off right now and when you see me again, you'll see that I'm just as famous as you" With that, Ron ran down the dormitory while Harry watched helplessly