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Blaise and Ginny

"You have one hell of a talented mouth, Gin… that was incredible!"

"Shut up… my brother will kill us if he catches us."

"Oh come on, like he'd be a match for a Slytherin like me."

"Yes, well I'd rather not test that theory, all right?"

"Fine… are you sure I can't just hex him now so we don't have to be so quiet?"

"You do, and you'll have my bat-bogey hex to answer to."

"Spoil sport."

"Ginny?" Ron mumbled.

"Shit!"

"Stupefy!"

"Blaise!"

"Oh come on, I had to!"

"Don't say I didn't warn you…" (An incantation is muttered.)

"Aaaahhhhhhhh!"