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Harry rolled his eyes in the common room as he listened to Ron. It wasn’t that he didn’t care about him--he was his best friend, of course he did! It was just...well, he’d figured out by now that Ron and Hermione liked each other. It was just a matter of time before the people in question figured it out too, heh.
“So then I thought the worst thing about Hermione is--” Ron froze as someone cleared their throat right behind him. “Oh hey Hermione.”
Hermione rolled her eyes and sat down next to him reluctantly. “I already know what the worst thing about me is, Ronald.” She smirked slightly as Harry and Ron looked at each other with a mix of confusion and curiosity. “My taste in friends.”
“...harsh.” Ron muttered, even though he deserved it.