"It was always you and Hermione wasn’t it." Ron spat, not trying to hide his temper anymore. "I was just the tag-along, there for comedic relief. Are you forgetting I helped us win that chess match McGonagall had set up in first year? I went with you to Aragog. I had my leg broke by Sirius fucking Black for you. I was the fucking war strategist, you were just the face of it!" His face grew redder as his voice reached its crescendo. 