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"Evening, ladies and gents. I am currently unavailable, and can't promise I won't be blown to bits or otherwise indisposed for the rest of the night, so really, contacting me here's mostly a bad job. Sorry!"

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Well, can't really disagree there. [He smirks.] Could. Bet you've been itching to try something.

[Way to make him turn a pleasant shade of red.] Shut it. It's Hermione. Screw it up nearly always, bout time to try and get something right.

Oh, baby bro, you know me so well. I've even got Ideas.

[This is where teasing eyebrow wags go.]

Must be doing something right, seeing as she's mad for you, but I won't argue.

[A snort.] Those must have been hard for you to get.

[Oh. Time to flush.]

Still say she's mad for it.

Oo, witty. Good one, that. [:|]

Undoubtedly. Fairly certain that's inherently meant by the term "love."

You make it easy to get at. [ B)]

[Cue red ears, but he grins a bit. Normally he'd sputter, but she'd said it to him.] S'not a bad kind of mad.

[...oh.

oh.

This is too good to pass up.]

Ronniekins, have you lot popped the lovey word?

[...He flushes brilliantly at that.]

That's beside the point.

[Oh. My. Rowling.]

I'd rather think that's entirely the point, you wanker! I hear churchbells ringing already.

[Stop making him flush deeper before he spurts this bit out.] Not when she's the only one that's said it!

You didn't say it back?

[I AM DISAPPOINT, SON.]

There go the bells, then, off into the far, far distance.

S'not like I had much of a chance! We were arguing and it was a bit out of nowhere.

[His ears are burning red okay. He knows very well he's in love with her, had it throw in out in the open for Harry to see and all. Somehow, though, he wants ti to be a right moment when he says it.]

[He shrugged.]

We're a bit young for it now, anyway, aren't we?

What's age got to do with anything? 'sides, you're not exactly like most wankers your age, aye?

Come off it. Hermione went back to school and she'll want to get into the Ministry before-- [He stops himself because he sounds like he's thought about it before he shrugs, brows furrowing.] What's that supposed to mean?

It means you're a git if you haven't realized it yet.

[You've been through more than most people see in their entire lives. You two are meant for each other, and no one else.]

At any rate, you'll want to be saying it soon or she'll start to get paranoid and upset. Best get on that 'fore it ends in another row.

Git or not tell me what the bloody hell you're on about.

[Scoffing.] Hermione's not that bad.

Tsk tsk, you haven't said please.

[Eyebrow.] Not that bad, sure, but she's still a girl.

Like hell I am.

Reckon I've had to realize that, yeah.

And like Hell I'll be telling.

Then you ought to have realized she's expecting it as much as any other girl. Which in turn means you've got to make this the most brilliant birthday ever.

Tomorrow morning, bright and early. We haven't a moment to spare.

You prat.

What do you think I was going for? And it's not because she's a bloody girl.

[Scowling.] Fine.

[Grinning.]

I'll be seeing you soon, darling.

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