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Author's Note: Just a little One-shot that popped into my mind. Enjoy!

I couldn't care less about Ron

Harry woke up the day after Ron's return, feeling truly happy for the first time in a long while. Of course there were still a few Horcruxes to find and destroy and not to mention Voldemort himself to deal with, but at the moment he pushed these dark thoughts out of his mind. Ron was back and that was all that mattered to him right now.

As he climbed out of his bed Harry noticed that both, Ron and Hermione's beds were empty. For a split second the sight of Ron's vacated bed send a jolt of anxiety through his body, fearing that his return could just have been a wonderful dream. But then he spotted Ron's rucksack with the sword of Gryffindor right next to it. Relieved he let go of the breath he was holding.

Harry looked around the tent in search for his friends. He found Hermione sitting in the tents entrance, once more absorbed in her copy of Beedle the Bard. But Ron was nowhere in sight.

He went over to Hermione, careful to make some noise to not startle her.

"Where is Ron?" he asked her anxiously.

"How should I know? With any luck he decided to bunk off again" she spat icily, making it plain to Harry that she hadn't forgiven Ron at all yet.

"You don't mean that" he said a bit shocked by her outburst.

Hermione closed her book with a violent snap and jumped to her feet; in the same moment Harry saw Ron emerging out of the bathroom behind her.

"Yes I mean it" Hermione shouted. "I don't care that he is back or that he is sorry for leaving us. And don't you dare defend his behaviour because he saved your life. You might not have needed saving if he had been here in the first place."

She quickly took a deep breath and went on with her tirade. "He left us, Harry, without knowing he would be able to come back to us and he didn't gave a damn about what might happen to us without him, so don't expect me to give a damn about him now. To be honest I don't care if he is here at all or anywhere else for that matter.

Hermione's face was red by now from all the shouting. "All things considered, I couldn't care less about Ron. So the fewer I perceive of him now or anytime soon, the better."

With that said, Hermione stormed out of the tent, leaving an awkward silence behind her.

Harry had no idea what he should say to Ron after that. He knew of course that Hermione didn't mean a word of what she had shouted, but unfortunately, she had affirmed parts of Ron's greatest fears, which the Horcrux had displayed to them just the night before, and Harry was scared of Ron's reaction.

"She didn't mean that, Ron. She is just angry at you, that's all. Give her a few days and she'll come around, I promise." He tried to explain Hermione's attitude and genuinely hoped that Ron would believe him.

But to his immense surprise, Ron merely chuckled.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked bewildered, concerned about Ron's sanity.

"I suppose that would have been an impressive speech," Ron grinned broadly. "If she hadn't slept the whole night in my previous bed, curled up in my blanket, hugging my pillow and weren't wearing one of my sweaters right now."

"Oh, and she knew exactly were I was just now, as she wouldn't leave me out of her sight the whole morning. She tried to hide it of course, but I caught her looking at me a few times when she thought I wouldn't notice." Ron added happily.

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