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Saturday 13 November 2010 photo 1/1
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AHAHAHHAHA URSÄKTA MIG JAG MÅSTE BARA SPARA NÅGONSTANS X)
"Finding another freak to fuck?" Ron cut in, voice dripping with disgust, and, incidentally, nostrils dripping with Tapioca pudding from the dessert tray.
Harry turned to face him. "Why, are you jealous?" he challenged, determined that he would not be the one to flee the Hall this time. Going for broke, he bit his lower lip and winked at the redhead.
"GMMMARF ARRRGHHH!" Ron shouted wittily.
Harry raised a Draco-esque brow. "You want me to fuck you now? Right here at the table where everyone can see?"
Ron, having exhausted all shades of red, chose to explore the merits of purple. He leapt to his feet, screaming, "HUUEOO ROPPRRRT FRUKKKINE IJJJITT!"
"Ron," Harry began patiently, as though dealing with a pouty child. "I haven't got the handcuffs on me. They're still all sticky from the last time we used them!"
The redhead shrieked, apparently at the pain of being denied the use of handcuffs, and dashed from the Hall. If by dashed, one implies tripping over the bench seat, planting his purple head in his plate of Tapioca, staggering over to the Hufflepuff table and spewing creamy, white goo all over its occupants, and then running face-first into the door in his frantic escape from Evil Gay Harry.
"Gryffindors," Draco sneered.
"This would probably be a good time to make a dramatic exit," he pointed out calmly.
Harry blinked. "Right." Glancing around at their slack-jawed audience, he snickered. "I like them much better this way."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Yes, that's lovely Potter, but we might want to leave before the shock wears off."
"Right," Harry repeated. Meeting Draco's eyes, he murmured, "Synchronized Snape Swoosh on three?"