Harry: I think I’m in love with Ginny.
Ron: I think the fuck not.
Harry: Ron, you don’t have to play the protective brother, I-
Ron: No, it’s not that. You’re not in love with Ginny. Trust me.
Harry: I’m not?
Harry: How do you know?
Ron [holding up a picture of Ginny]: How do you feel when you look at this?
Harry [shrugging]: Good.
Ron [holding up a picture of Draco]: How do you feel about this?
Harry: Damn it.