"Herminoe dear, can you bring me those dishes?", Mrs. Weasley asked, scrubbing her plate. "Of course.", Hermione responded, grabbing the plates off of the table. As she set them down, she let her hand brush Mrs. Weasley's forearm, lingering momentarily. An exploratory gesture. Her head swam with the possibilities.
Not as magical like you are.
Mrs. Weasley stopped, noticing the crack in the door to Hermione's bedroom, where Hermione was undressing...
i herd u lyk pikachus. n_n
Taco del what now
To Alaska?! NICE
Paul keeps posting after me. I KEEL JOO!
I wasn't directly referencing the cat. It just happened to work out that way. Pun and all.
Because you've been a bad girl!
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IF I WERE A BOY~
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