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"I heard that," Ron muttered around a yawn. He's lying prone on the sofa, wrapped up in tracksuit bottoms, a thick hoody, and the duvet from the double bed upstairs, despite the summer heat.
"Heard what?" Hermione asked; she pressed the back of her hand to his forehead and ignored Ron ineffectually trying to swat her away. Hermione sighed, letting her fingers run through his sweaty hear. "Honestly, who gets the flu in August?"
"'m fine," Ron said, pulling the duvet up to his chin. "Just tired."
"Of course," Hermione muttered, barely restraining herself from rolling her eyes. "Because this is entirely normal behaviour."