“Go and wake Ron up, would you?” Harry asked Seamus. It was Saturday morning in the common room, and Harry was anxious to get some Quidditch practice in. Seamus looked up from his comic and sighed,
“Yeah I’ll go and wake the lazy sod up.”
He walked through the dorm room and up to Ron’s bed, intent on shouting loudly to give Ron a fright. He pulled the curtain of Ron’s four-poster aside sharply, but before he could scare him, Ron turned over to face Seamus – sleeping soundly. Seamus had never been this close to Ron before, never noticed how beautifully his fringe curled into his eyes, or the length of those adorable blonde eyelashes. Seamus saw that Ron’s bottom lip was wet with spit, and he slowly reached out his finger to touch it. Just then Ron snorted and turned over again, making Seamus jump. He remembered why he was there and shouted at Ron to wake up, that Harry wanted him.
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