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Hermione frowns at Ron across the table, watching as he stuffs his mouth with pie. He chews greedily and takes chunky bites and gulps down the pumpkin juice before smacking his lips loudly.
She looks away from him, disgusted as he burps, and her eyes catch on the Slytherin table, where Malfoy is eating a pie too. only he was going at a slow pace, using both fork and knife to cut small unfulfilling pieces and nibble at them almost self-consciously, he sipped his cup like it tasted bitter.
Between the two of them, she lost all desire to eat.
