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Zacharias and Ron

"Lousy, stupid Smith," Ron grumbled.

"Oh what's he done now, Ronald?" Hermione inquired exasperatedly.

"Just thinks he's so perfect, with his wavy blonde hair, impeccable clothes, vast knowledge of Herbology…"

"Someone talking about me?" asked a haughty voice from directly behind the redhead.

Ron's eyes shot open, but he calmed himself quickly before turning to face the boy he was semi-secretly crushing on.

"Uhh… errr… maybe?" Ron stammered.

"Pity," Smith said smoothly. "I like my guys to be a bit more sure of themselves than that." Then he walked away, and Ron stared dumbfounded after him, wondering had just happened.