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"Hey."
"Where's Pansy?"
"Is she okay?"
"She didn't look well when she was in the infirmary earlier..."
"What do you mean she was in the infirmary?"
"How come no one told me?"
"I thought you knew."
"Now why would I know."
"I don't know."
"Then why..."
"Enough," Ron sighed taking a seat. The air he had been walking on disappeared. "She's okay, just tired. She was taking a nap and I didn't want to wake her."
"But she is okay?"
"Right?"
"She just seemed..."
"She's fine," he said firmer this time, filling up his plate. Suddenly regretting coming here for dinner instead of just running to the kitchen. "She's just tired."
"She just didn't look fine."
"Leave it Hermione," Ron snapped, causing everyone's eyes to widen except hers which watered. Feeling bad, he sighed and said again, "I promise you she is fine. She is just tired. It's nothing."
"Then why don't you tell..."
"Merlin's tits, Ginny! What did I just say?" Ron yelled, throwing his silverware down. "Pansy is fine."
"You don't have to yell."
"Really mate."
"We are just worried."
"And I appreciate it," Ron sighed. "But you need to let this go. She is fine. Just tired."
"You'd tell us right?"
"If something was going on?"
"You don't have to do this by yourself."
"I can't do this," Ron replied exasperated. "I appreciate all the concern and worry. So does Pansy but not everything that happens to us is bad, or going to be bad."
Standing up, he grabbed his full plate and walked out of the Great Hall to:
"Ron."
"Weasley."
"Wait."
"Weasel stop."
"Ron."