Ron Weasley slammed into the cold concrete, face first.
Laughter erupted in my gut and spilled over the edges like shaken up soda, coming out of my throat loud and strong.
Several minutes pasted by and I didn't see the flash of red hair, announcing Ron Weasley coming at me full force, until it was too late. I slammed into the wall behind me and let out a furious yell. "I hate you, Malfoy."
"Good to know, Weasley." I spat, swinging my fist at his face. "The feeling is mutual."
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