Harry felt like he had been just doused with cold water. Was anything in his life untouched by the old bastard? Did nothing belong to him, not even his friends? Then Hermione slapped both of them up the head. "You two, stop right now! Yes, Dumbledore might have enabled your friendship, but he did not force Ron to stay friends with you, Harry. He didn't force Ron to hang out with you and help you along when you did not know how to write with a quill or anything about Quidditch. And he most certainly did not force the two of you into a bathroom to save a scared, little witch from a mountain troll or follow you down a trap door to god knows where. Our friendship is as real as you want it to be. Dumbledore might have started it, but what we made of it was never up to him! Us sitting here now is the best proof of that."