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Her eyes widened. “What’d you two just say?”
“I love you,” both wizards repeated at the same time. They looked at each other from the corner of their eyes before turning their gazes back to Hermione.
She whirled on Ron. “No, you don’t get to say that after having to take ‘liquid luck’ to finally confess your feelings for me. Not, when you know I’m with someone.”
“But—”
“No.” She turned to Harry. “We’re already together. Why use a potion? All you had to do was tell me.”
He shrugged. “I was nervous.”
“My boyfriend, everyone,” she murmured, kissing him.