He took one to the jaw, vision still swimming as he reeled from the force of it. The shot to his ribs nearly hit just where his knee had not to long ago, and Ron groaned and pushed back with both hands on Malfoy's shoulders as he shoved him away. Half blind, he swung at Malfoy again.
"You don't get to take the high ground here! You don't get to pretend everything alright just because you've tricked someone into being your friend!" he shouted back, voice gruff and pained.
This wasn't supposed to be about the war. The war that was still so fresh in Ron's mind despite him not even having been at the final battle of it. But now Malfoy had brought it up and all he could think about was Fred. And Tonks. And Remus. And all the others who'd died back home. And maybe it wasn't Malfoy's fault-- directly, anyway-- but right now, it was good to have a face to put to all of that.
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Date: 2011-05-11 05:06 pm (UTC)"You don't get to take the high ground here! You don't get to pretend everything alright just because you've tricked someone into being your friend!" he shouted back, voice gruff and pained.
This wasn't supposed to be about the war. The war that was still so fresh in Ron's mind despite him not even having been at the final battle of it. But now Malfoy had brought it up and all he could think about was Fred. And Tonks. And Remus. And all the others who'd died back home. And maybe it wasn't Malfoy's fault-- directly, anyway-- but right now, it was good to have a face to put to all of that.