He never expected that the cup of pumpkin juice he'd grabbed at random would be spiked with a love potion.
Merlin had played a joke on him. He'd fallen in love with Draco Malfoy, that detestable blond Slytherin!
Well, he didn't think Draco was detestable at all now. Ron thought gloomily. On the contrary, he was practically madly infatuated with him.
For the first time in Ron Weasley's not-so-long life, he'd been unable to stop thinking about someone, and it had brought him nothing but misery.
The blond Slytherin mocked his feelings for him, as though being liked by Ron were the most disgusting thing in the world.
The sneer on Draco's face cut him to the heart.
Maybe the potion would wear off soon. Then he could hold his head high and mock Draco right back. Ron Weasley thought bitterly.
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