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Ron rears back slightly at her stormy expression but recovers quickly, fixing his face into an ugly sneer. "Yeah right," he mutters. "Like I'm going to believe anything you say."
"Are you calling me a liar, you stupid git?" she growls, fists clenching.
"Who are you calling 'stupid'?" he snaps back, taking an angry step forward.
"Ron!" Hermione exclaims fretfully, placing a restraining hand on his robe sleeve. He doesn't seem to notice.
Neville steps in front of Harri, whether to stop her or Ron, Harri isn't sure; she's too surprised by the disapproving scowl on his face as he slowly reaches for his wand.
