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A/N: And I am about to embark on yet another random multi-chaptered fic that I will probably never finish. Well, I might. I think I'll try to write one of these a day. They're just random little drabble-vignettes that I write sometimes, and I don't think they're exactly long enough to post as one-shots.

"Well by now I'm getting all bothered and hot/When he kissed my mouth he really hit the spot"

- Christina Aguilera, "Candyman"

Honestly, I don't think he knows the effect he has on me. If he did, I know he'd smirk at me and find some way to be even more attractive, just to irritate me. Because that's what Ron Weasley does. He spends his days thinking up new ways to irritate me, or at least it seems that way. And his newest tactic (Although I think it's purely unintentional) is to make me…flustered.

It happens every time he walks into a room, and I can't make it stop. It's hard to describe, really, but…well, I suppose it's always been there, it's just more noticeable now. I've no idea why. It's just…I look up, and I see him – and half the time he's looking back at me – and it's like something takes over my body, I swear. I've heard Lavender and Parvati talk about this; I just never noticed it before. I can feel myself heat up, and I just know my cheeks are turning pink, traitorous things that they are. And I sit up perfectly straight, for about half a second, then I feel as though I have to make myself as small as possible, so I sort of curl up in my chair – pull my legs up underneath me, and I start biting my lip, excessively. I mean, it can't be healthy, can it? I can't look at him for fear of what might happen then. I absolutely hate it. Except…I sort of love it, too.

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