'You look frozen,' said Hermione. 'Come and sit down!'

 Ron walked to the fireside and sank into the chair furthest from Harry's, not looking at him. The stolen Snitch zoomed over their heads.

 'I'm sorry, Ron mumbled, looking at his feet.

 'What for­' said Harry.

 'For thinking I can play Quidditch,' said Ron. 'I'm going to resign first thing tomorrow.'

 'If you resign,' said Harry testily, 'there'll only be three players left on the team.' And when Ron looked puzzled, he said, 'I've been given a lifetime ban. So've Fred and George.'

 'What­' Ron yelped.

 Hermione told him the full story; Harry could not bear to tell it again. When she had finished, Ron looked more anguished than ever.

 This is all my fault - '

 'You didn't make me punch Malfoy,' said Harry angrily.

 ' - if I wasn't so terrible at Quidditch - '

 ' - it's got nothing to do with that.'

 ' - it was that song that wound me up - '

 ' - it would've wound anyone up.'