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Ron makes a face. "Like drinking sweets."
"Port's lovely," Hermione protests.
Ron Summons several pints of Boddingtons.
"I'm not drinking that rot," Hermione informs Ron and most of the offy.
"Why do I shop with both of you?" Harry says.
"The triumph of hope over experience," Hermione tells him.
"Or just madness," Ron says amiably. He rubs the small of Harry's back. Harry takes Hermione's hand.
The clerk stares.
"Too bad it's only an offy," Ron opines. "I'd buy a spatula and some Vasoline, and we'd make the Prophet tomorrow."
"Just what we all need," Harry says, but he's laughing.