Harry tossed and turned in his bed for awhile when Ron finally came up. Ron, not knowing that Harry had been listening to the entire conversation (minus the final crucial bit) downstairs didn't think to wonder if anything was wrong with harry, but instead put on a façade.

"Hey, did you find anything in her book?"

Harry had to admit, Ron's acting was on par. He almost fooled him, and he knew it was an act.

"No!" Harry longed to throw at him. "And I wonder why?"

But he didn't instead he just said with a shrug. "Nah must've been a mistake on her part."

Ron, who earlier had said somehting along the lines of "Hermione never makes mistakes", just shrugged back. "Yeah, I guess so."

Harry wasn't sure what to think anymore about Ron. All he knew was that Hermione hated him enough about the pub that he'd played this cruel trick on him, and gotten Ron to be a pawn in it. Well, Ron was perfect for that; he was brilliant at chess.

Ron sat down on his bed. "So are you gonna meet Krum tomorrow in the pub?"

Meet Hermione you mean. Harry thought bitterly.

"I dunno."

Ron suddenly got worried. "B-but you have to!"

"Oh?"

Ron scrambled for words to get Harry to go, but not spoil his secret. "Because, what if what Krum wants to tell you is really important?"

Harry inwardly grinned. He had just realized the best way to go about this awkward conversation. He was going to play with Ron's mind a little bit. Ron had no idea, obviously that Harry had heard about Hermione's trick, and he knew that Ron would never tell, if he could help it. This could get interesting. It was time to push Yoda's buttons.

"Well, I don't see any point in rising to Krum's bait." Harry said conversationally leaning back on his pillow's a small smile playing at his lips. Ron shook his head.

"I don't think its bait Harry…I uh…really think you should go!"

"But why? I mean, I know Hermione hates me, and so, why make her boyfriend hate me to? Well, he already hates me. I just don't want him to get physical….solid wooden-"

"-bats…yeah, I remember." Ron said, still struggling for words, and going very red. "Look, Harry, you need to go ok? Don't ask me why, I'm just telling you that if you don't you will regret it."

Harry nearly lost it. Ron was just setting him up here! And he was his friend? Harry knew full well that if he went to the pub tomorrow, Hermione would be waiting and she's give him hell, in payback for all the embarrassment he put her though when it was the other way around. And Ron was trying to make him go to this?

"I'm not doing it!" Harry said firmly. "I don't want to."

Ron stood up so fast that his head hit the top of the bed. Mumbling somehting about brain cells, he danced on the spot for a minute, reducing the pain, and then looked at Harry, eyes watery.

"Harry, I'm telling you…look, mate, I'd never tell you to go if I don't think you really should."

Harry eyed him. "And how is it that you know so much about this Ron?"

Ron went bright red on top of his injury and glanced nervously about before answering weakly, "It's a gut feeling."

"Right." Harry said, throwing his arms behind his head. "And I suppose you are completely oblivious to the fact that Hermione might be in on this too?"

Ron's eyes shot up form where they were, fastened on the floor; consequently, he banged the back of his head on the bed.

"Hurt that did" He whimpered feebly before sinking onto the bed in defeat (Harry also had a shrewd suspicion he couldn't see straight) and looking up at Harry.

"What makes you say that?"

Harry decided the game was up. "And what about you? Are you in this little joke too?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh, don't play stupid with me Ron. I heard you talking with Hermione down in the common room after you thought I'd come up here. About how that letter form Krum after the pub was from her, Krum's not gonna meet me there, Hermione is, and your trying to help her get me there so she can make fun or me there. Well, fine. She can do what she wants. I know she's upset about everything that's happened with the letters but that doesn't mean she can treat me like this Ron."

Ron stared at him for a seconded, and then said, "Hey, hey give me some credit here; I am the only one here who can write Krum talk decently, it was me who wrote the letter for you."

Harry cocked an eyebrow.

"Oops." Ron said slowly.

"Yeah." Harry said sarcastically. "Oops."

Then suddenly, Ron looked up again. "Hey, wait… back up for a second, Hermione's not gonna make fun of you tomorrow!"

Harry laughed. "Oh really? And what is she gonna do? Humiliate me? Ok…loads better."

Ron shook his head.

"She going to tell you that…."

"Yes?"

Ron shook his head. "She'll tell you then."

Harry groaned and put his head in his hands.

"Worry you shouldn't" Ron said with a smirk, before lying down on his pillow to massage his bruised head.