His vision was becoming obscured, eye already beginning to swell, and when Malfoy shoved him, he fell back onto the grass, landing hard on his tailbone. His hand hurt, his ribs hurt, but he still wanted to cause Malfoy as much pain as possible. It was for what he'd done to him and Harry, for whatever he was planning on doing to Luna.

"You. Are not. My friend!" Ron shouted back, "Just what the hell do you think you're playing at?"