"Okay, mate," Ron finally conceded, "do what you want. I'm just worried about you, though. At this rate, you're gonna become another Hermione the way you seem to always have a book in your face."
"And that's bad, why, exactly?" Harry asked, annoyed at his friend's implied insult.
Ron stammered back at Harry's icy tone, "W-well, you know, it-it's not healthy. Or-or n-natural."
"You obviously forget that this," Harry sneered, "unnaturalness of Hermione's has helped you pass your classes all these years..."
"Well, yeah..."
"And how this unnaturalness has literally saved our arses more than once..."
"Yeah..."
"And how do you think Bill got where he is at Gringotts, of all places," Harry continued, upset with his friend's obvious disdain for his other friend's abilities. "He's a human, for Merlin's sake, and he's been promoted over Goblins in the same department. I guarantee it wasn't from playing Quidditch." Harry shook his head in disgust. He didn't like seeing this side of the prat. And here he thought that Ron liked Hermione, maybe as more than a friend.
"Well, he's real good with curses and things... and he's powerful... and..."
"And where the hell do you think he learned all of that? The Three Broomsticks? Moaning Myrtle's loo?"