"Maybe you do, "Mione. What, you’ve been down in the cellar tending his wounds? That he deserved. Meanwhile I’ve been sitting up here with everyone refusing to heal me because "I started it’ – apparently. Never mind the fact that I had to bloody do something after what the bastard said," Ron groused, his eyes sparking with hurt and anger. "Even my mum refused to heal me." He kicked aimlessly at the floor and winced, clutched his stomach tighter and went slightly greenish. Hermione’s furious glare reluctantly gave way to a frown.