Harry threw up his hands in exasperation. Yes, that's right, don't ask if I'd like to tug a shirt on, just let Ron guess what we were up to and then watch him hex me into oblivion, he thought in a panic, scrambling out behind Ginny. He was ready to blurt out an apology, but the expression on Ron's face - an amalgamation of joy and excitement and unadulterated delight - iced him to the floor; even without his glasses, Harry could see it all, so clear. "What's going on mate?" he asked, reaching back to the bed and grabbing his glasses, peering at Ron in confusion and curiosity.
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