Ron nearly jumped a foot in the air when her hand went where it did. What was going on with the world? Since when do girls openly hit on him? Not that he was complaining, of course. What bloke wouldn't want pretty girls hitting on them? He was just a bit surprised by the sudden attention of it all. He'd gone from being invisible to girls to actually getting their attention in a matter of days.
"Er... y-yeah, alright. Whatever." He said, his voice soft and nervous. He knew he was as bright as a tomato now, there was no hiding it. Between the embarrassment and heat of the fireplace, his ears and face were bright red.
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