Ron: It's beautiful, isn't it? The moon.
Harry: Divine. Had ourselves a little late night snack, have we?
Ron: It was on your bed, the box. I just thought I'd try one.
Harry: Or twenty.
Ron: I can't stop thinking about her, Harry!
Harry: Honestly, you know, I reckoned she was starting to annoy you.
Ron: She could never annoy me ... I think I love her!
Harry: Well, brilliant.
Ron: Do you think she knows I exist?
Harry: I very well hope so, she's been snogging you for three months.
Ron: Snogging? Who're you talking about?
Harry: Who're you talking about?
Ron: Romilda, of course. Romilda Vane.
Harry: Okay, very funny.
As Harry bends down to pick the empty chocolate wrappers, Ron chucks his heart pillow thing at him.
Harry: What was that for?
Ron: It's no joke! I'm in love with her!
Harry: Alright, fine, you're in love with her! Have you ever actually met her?
Ron: No ... can you introduce me?
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