Chapter: 18: Birthday Surprises
Brief summary of scene: Ron becomes accidentally drunk on love.
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He was halfway to the dormitory door when he realized that Ron had not moved, but was leaning on his bedpost, staring out of the rain-washed window with a strangely unfocused look on his face.
"I'm not hungry."
Harry stared at him.
"I thought you just said--?"
"Well, all right, I'll come down with you," sighed Ron, "but I don't want to eat."
Harry scrutinized him suspiciously.
"You've just eaten half a box of Chocolate Cauldrons, haven't you?"
"It's not that," Ron sighed again. "You...you wouldn't understand."
"Fair enough," said Harry, albeit puzzled, as he turned to open the door.
"Harry!" said Ron suddenly.
"Harry, I can't stand it!"
"You can't stand what?" asked Harry, now starting to feel definitely alarmed. Ron was rather pale and looked as though he was about to be sick.
"I can't stop thinking about her!" said Ron hoarsely.
Harry gaped at him. He had not expected this and was not sure he wanted to hear it. Friends they might be, but if Ron started calling Lavender "Lav-Lav," he would have to put his foot down.
"Why does that stop you having breakfast?" Harry asked, trying to inject a note of common sense into the proceedings.
"I don't think she knows I exist," said Ron with a desperate gesture.
"She definitely knows you exist," said Harry, bewildered. "She keeps snogging you, doesn't she?"
Ron blinked. "Who are you talking about?"
"Who are you talking about?" said Harry, with an increasing sense that all reason had dropped out of the conversation.
"Romilda Vane," said Ron softly, and his whole face seemed to illuminate as he said it, as though hit by a ray of purest sunlight.