Harry slowly made his way to the Hospital Wing, his bowed as he tried to avoid being recognized by his classmates. He had been quiet since the moment he realized Malfoy had caught the snitch, and stayed long in the showers after the match so he wouldn’t have to talk to anyone.
But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t go ahead and walk in the open when his best friend was hurt and needing company. Maybe Harry was also doing it for himself, but he still carried as much chocolate frogs as he had found in his trunk, to give to Ron.
Luckily, no one approached him as he went, although his shoulders – that before were always back, Harry walking straight and with his head up – kept going down every time he heard whispers or groups passing by him. Shame felt awful.
Soon enough, anyway, Harry walked into the Hospital Wing, passing by Madam Pomfrey and, recognizing that ginger hair anywhere, he made his way to Ron’s bed, stopping next to it and sitting down. He wasn’t sure if Ron was sleeping or not, so he nudged his shoulder anyway. “Hey.”