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Harry sighed and glanced down the table at where his best friend was sitting, talking and laughing with Dean and Seamus. He was getting sick and tired of how he constantly had to tiptoe around Ron all the time, especially when it came to him being famous or having money. Sick and tired of having half of his support system constantly going AWOL on him. Sometimes right when he needed it the most.
And now, with this whole Triwizard thing, it looked like this might be the permanent end of their
friendship.
(This stupid Tournament had served to be the catalyst that made a lot of people in this castle start to express feelings and such that had obviously been stewing for a while. He knew this Tournament would be nothing but trouble.)
Harry didn't want that to happen, Ron was the first friend he'd ever had, they'd gone through so much together over the years, he didn't want to lose that. But at the same time, after this latest shunning by the redhead, could they ever go back to what they were? And even if they did, would their friendship survive something like this again?
The answer was obvious to him, it wouldn't. He would do what he could to preserve their friendship, but sometimes things were just out of his control. Ron's temper and jealousy was one of them.
He frowned as he got a sudden idea. What if there was a way to bring Ron's jealousy under control...? Yeah, that might work... there were just a few things he was going to have to get ahold of. And he knew exactly how to do that, he thought, turning to watch the twins.
Fred and George stiffened when they felt they were being watched, and almost visibly gulped when they looked around, and right into the scheming eyes of one Harry Potter. They glanced at each other, and then looked back at him. This could either be very good, or extremely bad.