"Merlin's hairy bollocks! Get a fucking room," Ron whinged. "This is scarring. Traumatic. Harry, if you're really my mate, then for the love of Merlin, blind me. Please." Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron's dramatics, but inwardly wondered when Draco was going to decide he'd made the impact he wanted. Snogging on the porch in order to spite Ron and Harry was hardly the sexiest thing in the world. At least, not with Ron making snide commentary.