This is one of my favorite moments from Completely Mental so far. I love idiot baby Ron, he’s so cute, and he basically writes himself.
To call the previous afternoon “eventful” would be an understatement. Harry, along with Ron, Fred, George, and Arthur had arrived back at the Burrow after a rather chaotic trip to the Dursleys’. Harry smiled at the memory of Dudley’s tongue swelling and his Aunt and Uncle’s subsequent panic. At first Harry had felt sorry for his cousin, but his empathy was short-lived. He was so happy to be back at the Burrow, surrounded by his best friends and the Weasleys. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny had spent the remainder of the evening catching up and talking excitedly about the world cup. They talked for hours, and Harry felt reassured by the fact that nothing between them had changed over the summer.
When sleep finally called, Harry and Ron retreated to the attic bedroom, where Crookshanks had made himself at home on his pillow. “Go downstairs, Hermione’s in Ginny’s room!” Ron picked Crookshanks up and dropped him onto the floor by his bed. Crookshanks landed lightly, before jumping right back up to curl up next to Ron, purring. “Why does he like me so much?”
“Cats like people who don’t like them.” Harry heard that somewhere, but wasn’t actually sure if it was true. “Just pretend you like him and he might leave you alone.”
“Really?” Ron considered it for a moment before engulfing the cat in a tight hug, which had the desired effect, Crookshanks immediately hissed and swiped at Ron, before squirming out of his clutches and exiting swiftly through the gap in the open door. “Hey, I guess you’re right!”
Harry laughed as he and Ron crawled into their respective beds.
Ron clicked the light, and the pair fell into an amiable silence. Harry was nearly asleep when he heard Ron’s quiet question. “Do you think that’s also true about girls?”