Having previously thought Ron was no longer protecting me, I was wrong. He ripped into Harry big time, which made me want to cry even more, it was my fault, not his. Ron gave harry the cold shoulder for the rest of the evening, I tried explaining to him it was my doing, with which I went a similar colour to my hair, discussing such topics with my brother was hot the easiest conversation it had to be said. Finally I managed to calm Ron down and the colour started fading from his ears, although I could still feel his presence in the room - the anger was still showing. Added to this the fact he kept giving Harry evils, the situation was not made any easier.
I was aware that Ron was just being protective, and in a weird way I liked it, but I loved Harry. Ron was in no position to have a go.
Bill and Fleur’s wedding was next, I couldn't help but notice Harry staring at me, I was desperate just to go and kiss him, but I thought of it as a self-control challenge. This was soon interrupted by a huge commotion, and I never saw Harry again. Not for a long time anyway.