Your enemy has a habit of purposely tripping you and catching you right before you hit the floor. It annoys you to no end but you guess you deserve it for all you do to him. As you're walking to class, he does it again.

Before he can catch you you feel another pair of hands on your waist. It's your crush who's holding you. He smiles at you and glances at Ron. He says: looks like you were too late this time. Ron clenches his jaw.

Get your fucking hands off her!!