"I'm wondering why the bloody hell you're pretending to be so cheerful and happy when clearly you're not." Ron answered immediately after being asked by Harry. He was done beating around the bush. He was blunt, he'd always been blunt and he was told on several occasions that he was. He wasn't about to stop now.
"There's no need to put on that fake happy smile shite with me, Harry." Ron told him, shoving aside some of the parchments and sitting on the end of Harry's bed, leaning his back against one of the posts. "Ginny told me about your row and she told me that you didn't sleep. Go on, then. Vent. It'll make you feel better."
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