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The Training Room
"Right through here. You’ll be working till noon, if Ron says you’ve been good. If not, you’ll go till 5." he said, opening up the big oak door.
Lilies and Harpies
“Why did you barge in anyway?” asked Ginny “Did something happen with the Aurors?” she asked, concerned.
Screw the Accommodations
“So really, it wasn’t me you were turning down, it was my.. accommodations.” I said, smiling.
The Ferris Wheel
"Here, I’ll show you Mione." I said loudly enough for the guy to hear. I came up behind Hermione and placed my hands on her, guiding them to the gun. Heat rushed through me but I managed to keep myself under control. "Watch his face, I’ll play the game." I whispered in her ear as the buzzer rang for the contestants to start squirting. After about a minute, our light went off.
"Yeah. But then, I got my sense back. Never in a million years would you ever even consider being with Malfoy." he said, smiling over at Hermione, who had suddenly turned very pale.
I bent down at her dresser and hauled open the bottom left drawer. Baggy tee shirts were piled neatly inside. I grabbed the tee on top and unfolded it. My eyes bulged as I read the words ‘Team Bulgaria : Quidditch Training Camp.’ Well, well, well, Hermione.
"You have to promise you won’t over react when I tell you." I said quickly, crossing my fingers.
Shades of Green
“I can’t.” she whined looking toward the door in the front of the bistro. “She’s late. She’s not going to show up. She hates me already. She-” Hermione faltered, eyes widening.
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