Harry peered at Ron and shook his head, taking a sip and then putting it on the shelf behind the bed. "Stay," he told the bottle seriously. "Youssir have had enuff," Harry said sternly. "If ya puke, whaddilido huh?"
He nodded sagely a few times as he said, "Yes, ye luf her. House elves in Bulgaria know tat Ron. Bliiiind house elves," he restated solemnly. "Ye dinnit kiss 'er. Ron."
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