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Hermione swatted him away and stared up at the two of them like a disapproving mother.
Thoughts begin to stir up...
Marcus stared blankly ahead at the back of Julia Potts’ head. McGonagall was taking them through transforming a chair into a Shetland pony and he decided to pair up with Alexander Patterson, a know-all that would probably end up doing all the week’s work for him anyway.
The only thing that was clear to him, was that he must beat Wood at all costs.
Things get a lil'.. steamy.
Hogsmeade, HoneyDukes, and Hunky guys.
WHAT ON EARTH AM I DOING?! Hermione’s thoughts became frantic. She knew she should pull away or push him off somehow, but for some reason, she was finding it very difficult to do so. Maybe she didn’t want to…
‘So, Hermione, uh...’ Harry nearly choked on his steak. ‘How was your … study group with, Wood?’
‘Nice,’ commented Pucey.
Invisibility cloaks, mischief, and a guilt-free conscience.
Amazing…maybe it’s a sign of the apocalypse…
‘Flint,’ the sixth year, Greg Macquarie drawled, ‘I can practically smell the mud on you.'
A slap to the face, a punch to the nose, and a confession.
Rewind, replay and resume.
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