Ron was short of tearing his hair out in frustration. How dense could two people possibly be?
Very dense apparently.
The whole of Gryffindor were idiots too.
Him and Hermione?! She was like how Ginny was to him.
A constantly annoying presence. A bloody fucking sister.
They even had a fucking bet.
He was tempted to smoosh their faces together and be bloody done with it.
He suddenly brightened.
That was it!
He ran over to where Hermione and Harry were.
"Hey, guys! I have the solutions to all our problems!"
They looked at him questioningly. Dense idiots.
And with all of the Common Room watching, he smooshed his idiotic friends' faces together in the most awkward kiss in history. The people watching gaped.
"There! Now you can be dense idiots elsewhere, and all of my sufferings will be quashed and destroyed!"
He was a damn hero.
In the next weeks, his sufferings were fishing them out of broom closets and walking in on them snogging (shagging).
They owe him the position of being the damn Godfather to whatever children they may have.