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𝐑on stared at his friend skeptically. What happened to him after bumping into that girl? He would've thought that Harry would've been pissed just a bit, but all he saw was his stupid lovesick look again.
"Mate!" He half-whispered. The glasses on his friend's face slid down his face as Harry flinched.
"What's happened?" Ron asked. "Did Malfoy hex you?"
Harry blinked. "Uh, nothing happened." As the words sunk in, confusion swirled both boys' eyes. "Huh. You would've thought that Malfoy would've pulled some sneer remark or something.
"You think?" Ron shook his head. "Wonder why he did that."
"I wonder too..." Harry recalled the girl he bumped into. He's seen her before hasn't he?
"Move along Weasley." Snape sneered.
"Bloody hell."
"Pssst!" There was a slight tug on Harry's back, pulling him behind. Stumbling, the boy turned around to see Neville. His complexion was much better, although he still had an air of tiredness and slight eye bags.
"What is it, Neville?" Potter asked curiously. The fellow Gryffindor looked around anxiously. The wrinkles and creases in his forehead and nose bridge deepens before he sucked in a breath of air.
"Here." Longbottom shoved an item in Harry's hands and ran off. Poor Potter was left alone, the dust flying off Neville's shoes and straight towards his direction.
"Maybe the lack of sleep created permanent damage," he muttered. When Harry looked down at his hands, his eyes widened at the object Neville gave him.
