The three looked up at him as he entered, the boys looking tired, Hermione still looking apologetic.
“I’m still so sorry, Carey.” Hermione spoke softly. “I really hope I didn’t cause you any trouble with her.”
Ron stood, pacing beside the window, Harry’s eyes tracking him but making no moves to calm him down. He could tell he was angry, but he didn’t know what they expected them to do about this situation.
“This whole thing’s ridiculous.” He threw his hands up. “Like there wasn’t enough going on.”
“Ron, he can’t exactly help the situation.”
“But we need you on this, on our side!” Ron exclaimed, looking at Carey. “Having you and your family… but you can’t exactly be with us when you’re bloody glued to Malfoy!”
“We have a plan, Ron.” Harry sighed, chin in his hands.
“And who’s to say Malfoy has anything?” Ron threw his hands up. “Who’s to say she knows a damn thing?! She’s a bloody sixteen year old girl. Her father is clearly a fuck up. Why would they give her any information at all? She could have nothing and all the while we lose one of the only things that could keep us alive because he’s following around a Death Eater like a love sick puppy!”
Carey walked over to Hermione, smiling softly. “It’s fine. I’m over it now, alright? I promise. I’m not mad at you. I...” He sighed, “I can’t control it right now. I’ll get there.”
Carey looked up as Ron started talking out of his ass. He always freaked out over the little things. At the last words, Carey growled and very quickly closed the space between him and Ron. “I am not a love sick puppy. That girl sleeping on the bed right now is my soulmate. This isn’t a fucking game Ron. This is my life.” He growled again, trying to control himself, his fists clenched, “Let me make something perfectly clear to you, I am not choosing sides. I have been fighting along with you for years now. You really think so little of me that I would just stop that because of my soulmate? I know she’s on the wrong side of things, but do you really think that was her choice? You’re telling me you wouldn't do the same thing for your mother? That you wouldn’t sacrifice yourself? Oh, or maybe you’re too much of a coward that you would crumble. I don’t know how you managed to get into Gryffindor when all you ever do is run with your tail between your legs.”
With that, Carey walked away, heading back to the room where Draco slept. He would watch over her. He didn’t trust Ron one bit not to mess with her. He hated her more than anyone in the room.