"Oh." Ron said softly, feeling yet another blush (probably the millionth that night) rise to his cheeks. "Alright then. Good. Right. That's good." He said, feeling suddenly quite nervous. She was standing really close and complimenting him and she looked adorable and smelled really good and it wasn't helping him to concentrate on not being a babbling idiot.
He looked up at her from his spot on the edge of his bed and had to use every ounce of strength in him not to kiss her because he knew he'd get slapped or hexed if he did and he knew she didn't want to kiss him.
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