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Susan's auburn hair cascaded in soft waves over her shoulders, brushing against Hermione's thighs as she toyed with the thick, pulsing length in her hand. Her fingers—soft but firm—wrapped around Hermione's shaft, her grip teasing, exploring, as though savoring the weight of it in her palm.
"Merlin, Granger," Susan murmured, her voice honeyed with amusement as she gave a slow, testing stroke. "Did you always have this package? Or did you just get lucky overnight?"
Hermione's breath hitched, her hips twitching forward at the first real sensation of Susan's hand working her length. The heat, the slick friction of Susan's palm gliding over her cock, sent an immediate pulse of pleasure straight to her core.
"S-Susan..." Hermione groaned, her fingers curling into the arms of the chair.
Susan's smirk widened. She tightened her grip just slightly, stroking up, then down, her pace agonizingly slow. "Come on, tell me," she purred, dragging her thumb over the sensitive head, smearing the bead of pre-cum gathered there. "I know you're desperate for relief, but I'm not putting this pretty thing in my mouth until I get some answers."
Hermione shuddered, her body tensing with frustration. "You can ask your bloody questions while sucking me off," she rasped, her hips lifting slightly, trying to chase the warmth of Susan's mouth.
Susan giggled, wicked and knowing. Instead of indulging Hermione, she leaned in close, so close that Hermione could feel the heat of her breath against her aching cock. She stuck out her tongue, dragging the tip in the smallest, lightest lick over the sensitive head before pulling away again.
Hermione nearly came undone.
"Fuck," she gasped, her entire body jerking, pleasure spiking so sharply it was almost painful. "Susan—"
Susan clicked her tongue, shaking her head as she resumed her slow, deliberate strokes. "Patience, love," she mused, watching Hermione's face intently as she teased her. "Now, answer the question."
Hermione's head fell back against the chair, her breath coming fast and uneven. "Three weeks ago," she exhaled. "It... it happened three weeks ago."
Susan's strokes faltered for just a moment before resuming, her brows raising in intrigue. "Three weeks ago? Just like that?"
Hermione groaned as Susan's fingers twisted slightly at the base, her palm slick with pre-cum as she worked Hermione's cock with an almost lazy rhythm. "I... I woke up one morning, and it was just there," Hermione admitted, barely able to focus on forming words when every nerve in her body was attuned to the slow, torturous pleasure Susan was inflicting on her.
Susan's eyes gleamed with curiosity. "No warning? No weird tingling sensations? No sudden craving for cock-shaped lollipops?"
Hermione huffed out a breathless laugh, but it quickly turned into a moan as Susan squeezed just right. "No," she managed. "Nothing. I just—woke up, and it was there."
Susan's grip slowed, her expression thoughtful. "And the night before? Do you remember anything strange?"
Hermione frowned, her hazy mind struggling to grasp at details beyond the overwhelming heat pooling low in her stomach. She shook her head. "Not really. I—I was probably studying late. Fell asleep in the library."
Susan's smirk faltered slightly, and she cocked her head. "Is it possible..." She hesitated, watching Hermione's face closely. "That someone cursed you?"
The words hit Hermione like a slap to the face.
Her entire body tensed, not from pleasure, but from the sudden, horrifying realization that not once—not a single time—had she considered that possibility.
She had spent days, weeks, reading books on how to get rid of it, and yet... not once had she stopped to wonder if this had been done to her.
Someone could have done this.
A shiver ran down her spine, not from lust this time, but from the cold tendrils of fear curling around her ribs.
Susan must have noticed the shift in her expression, because she softened, her strokes slowing, gentle now. "Hey," she murmured, her free hand coming up to rest against Hermione's thigh. "We can think about it later. Right now..." She leaned in again, brushing her lips against the head of Hermione's cock, her breath hot, teasing. "I think you need a distraction."
The tension in Hermione's body shattered in an instant as Susan parted her lips and took her into her mouth.
A ragged, broken moan ripped from Hermione's throat.
The sudden heat, the wetness, the tight suction of Susan's lips wrapping around her cock—it was too much, too fucking much.
Susan moaned as she sank lower, her tongue swirling along the underside, tracing the ridges, tasting her. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, slow and deep, savoring every inch as she bobbed her head in a delicious, torturous rhythm.
Hermione's hands flew to Susan's hair, tangling in the auburn locks, her breath coming in short, frantic gasps.
"Fuck—Susan—" Hermione choked, her hips bucking slightly before Susan's hands pressed down on her thighs, keeping her still.
Susan pulled back just enough to swirl her tongue over the head before sinking down again, her throat stretching around Hermione's thick length, her moans vibrating against her.
Hermione was losing her mind.
The wet, obscene sounds of Susan's mouth working her cock filled the library, blending with Hermione's desperate, ragged moans. Her body was burning, straining toward release, every muscle taut with need.
Susan's breasts, so soft and ample, pressed against Hermione's thighs as she took her deeper, her hands stroking up Hermione's stomach, nails scratching lightly. The feeling of her warm, full chest against her legs sent another jolt of pleasure through Hermione, and her hips jerked forward despite herself.
Susan made a pleased noise, her eyes flicking up, dark and full of mischief. She pulled back with a wet pop, her lips glistening, a trail of saliva connecting her mouth to Hermione's cock.
Hermione let out a shuddering breath.
Susan licked her lips, smirking. "Well, Granger," she mused, stroking Hermione's shaft again, her hand slick with saliva and pre-cum. "I think I'm going to enjoy solving this little mystery of yours."
Hermione could barely think, barely breathe. "Susan," she rasped, voice wrecked, "if you don't finish what you started, I swear—"
Susan giggled, then, with a playful hum, took Hermione deep into her mouth again, her lips sealing around her length as she sucked, her tongue working against her with sinful precision.
Hermione's head fell back, her body unraveling.
Whatever questions remained, whatever lingering fears threatened to take root, they would have to wait.
For now, she was drowning in the heat of Susan's mouth, and nothing else mattered.
The Hufflepuff's tongue swirled teasingly around the sensitive head, drawing a shuddering gasp from Hermione's lips.
"Shhh," Susan whispered, pulling back for a moment. "We can't let Madam Pince hear us."
Hermione bit her lip, nodding as she gripped the edges of the study carrel. Susan resumed her slow, torturous pace, her hand stroking Hermione's shaft as she licked and sucked the tip.
"Merlin's beard," Hermione breathed, her hips twitching involuntarily. "That feels so good, Susan."
Susan hummed appreciatively, sending vibrations through Hermione's length. She took more of the Gryffindor into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked.
Hermione's frustration mounted as Susan continued to tease. Her hands found their way to Susan's hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands.
"Please," Hermione whimpered, guiding Susan's head. "I need more."
Susan made a muffled sound of approval, relaxing her throat as Hermione began to thrust. The Gryffindor's cock slid deeper, Susan's nose brushing against her neatly trimmed pubic hair.
"Fuck," Hermione hissed, her voice dropping to a low, commanding tone. "That's it, take me deeper. You love this, don't you?"
Susan's throat constricted around Hermione's length as she moaned, her eyes fluttering closed in ecstasy. Her nails dug into Hermione's thighs, leaving crescent-shaped marks on the soft skin.
Hermione's hips bucked, driving her cock into Susan's willing throat. "Such a good girl," she purred, one hand cupping Susan's cheek. "Taking my cock so well. I bet you're dripping wet, aren't you?"
Susan whimpered, her thighs rubbing together as she sought some friction. Hermione smirked, her thumb tracing Susan's stretched lips.
"After I cum down your throat," Hermione whispered, her voice husky with desire, "I'm going to bend you over this table and fuck you until you scream. And you'll have to be very, very quiet, or Madam Pince will catch us. Can you do that for me, Susan?"
Susan's eyes widened, a desperate moan vibrating around Hermione's cock. She nodded as best she could, her tongue working frantically along the underside of Hermione's shaft.
"Good girl," Hermione praised, her hips picking up speed. "Now make me cum. Show me how much you want my cock."
Susan redoubled her efforts, her head bobbing in time with Hermione's thrusts. The wet, obscene sounds of her sucking filled the air, barely muffled by the towering bookshelves surrounding them.
Hermione's breath came in short, sharp gasps as she neared her peak. "Fuck, Susan, I'm close," she warned, her fingers tightening in Susan's hair. "Take it all, don't spill a drop."
With a final, powerful thrust, Hermione buried herself to the hilt in Susan's throat. Her cock pulsed, flooding Susan's mouth with hot, thick cum. Susan swallowed eagerly, her throat working to milk every last drop from Hermione's twitching member.
Hermione's cock slipped from Susan's mouth with a wet 'pop', a string of saliva and cum still connecting them. Susan panted heavily, her tongue darting out to catch the pearlescent droplet on her lower lip.
"Merlin's saggy balls," Susan breathed, her voice hoarse. "That was fucking incredible, Hermione."
Hermione smirked, running her fingers through Susan's tousled hair. "You're quite talented yourself, Susan. I think I might keep you around."
As Susan caught her breath, a thoughtful look crossed her face. "You know, Hermione... if you ever want to, um, change back... my Aunt Amelia might be able to help."
Hermione's brow furrowed, her hand stilling in Susan's hair. For a moment, she seemed to consider the offer, her teeth worrying her lower lip.
Then, a wicked grin spread across her face. She leaned down, capturing Susan's lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Susan moaned into her mouth, tasting herself on Hermione's tongue.
"We can think about it later," Hermione whispered against Susan's lips, her hands sliding down to cup Susan's breasts through her shirt. "Right now, I believe I made you a promise."
Hermione and Susan began to undress each other. Their hands moved with a mixture of eagerness and teasing restraint, fingertips trailing over newly exposed skin.
Hermione's nimble fingers worked at the buttons of Susan's blouse, slowly revealing more of her creamy skin. As she slid the garment off Susan's shoulders, the Hufflepuff hesitated, her eyes darting around nervously.
"Hermione..." Susan whispered, her voice tinged with both excitement and apprehension. "We're still in the Library."
Hermione's lips curved into a mischievous smirk as she leaned in, her breath hot against Susan's neck. She placed a gentle kiss just below Susan's ear, eliciting a shiver from the other girl.
"Do you want to stop?" Hermione murmured, her tongue darting out to trace the shell of Susan's ear.
Susan's breath hitched, her head tilting to give Hermione better access. "No..." she breathed, her hands clutching at Hermione's hips.
Emboldened by Susan's response, Hermione trailed kisses down her neck, nipping lightly at her collarbone. Her hands slid up Susan's sides, cupping her ample breasts through her bra. She squeezed gently, her thumbs brushing over Susan's hardening nipples.
"Gods, Susan," Hermione breathed, her voice filled with awe and desire. "Your tits are perfect."
Susan moaned softly at the praise, arching her back to press her chest more firmly into Hermione's hands. "Hermione, please..." she whimpered, her fingers tangling in Hermione's wild curls.
Hermione grinned against Susan's skin, her teeth grazing the swell of her breast. "Please what, Susan?" she teased, her fingers tracing the edge of Susan's bra. "Tell me what you want."
Susan's cheeks flushed pink, but her eyes were dark with desire as she met Hermione's gaze. "Touch me," she pleaded. "I want to feel your hands on me."
With a low chuckle, Hermione reached behind Susan, deftly unhooking her bra. She slowly pulled the garment away, her eyes drinking in the sight of Susan's exposed breasts. "Merlin's beard," Hermione breathed, her hands cupping the soft, warm flesh. "You're gorgeous."
Susan bit her lip to stifle a moan as Hermione's thumbs circled her nipples, teasing them to stiff peaks. "Hermione," she gasped, her hips rocking forward instinctively.
Hermione leaned in, capturing Susan's lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue swept into Susan's mouth, tasting her, claiming her. As they kissed, Hermione's hands continued to explore Susan's body, tracing the curves of her waist, the swell of her hips.
Breaking the kiss, Hermione pulled back slightly, her eyes roaming over Susan's flushed face and heaving chest. "You're wearing too many clothes," she murmured, her fingers toying with the waistband of Susan's skirt.
Susan nodded eagerly, her hands fumbling with the buttons of Hermione's shirt. "So are you," she replied, pushing the fabric off Hermione's shoulders.
They worked quickly, shedding layers between heated kisses and eager touches. Soon, they stood before each other in nothing but their underwear, skin flushed with desire.
Hermione's eyes raked over Susan's curvy figure, lingering on the damp patch visible on her cotton panties. "Look at you," she purred, stepping closer. "So wet for me already."
Susan whimpered, her thighs pressing together as she sought some friction. "Please, Hermione," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need you."
Hermione's grin turned predatory as she backed Susan up against the library table. "Oh, I know you do," she murmured, her hands sliding down Susan's sides to grip her hips. "And I'm going to give you exactly what you need."
With a swift movement, Hermione lifted Susan onto the table, stepping between her spread thighs. Susan gasped at the sudden motion, her arms wrapping around Hermione's neck to steady herself.
"Remember," Hermione whispered, her lips brushing against Susan's ear. "We have to be quiet. Can you do that for me, Susan? Can you stay silent while I fuck you right here in the library?"
Susan nodded frantically, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. "Yes," she breathed, her nails digging into Hermione's shoulders. "Yes, I'll be quiet. Just please, touch me."
Hermione chuckled, her hand sliding up Susan's inner thigh. "Good girl," she praised, her fingers ghosting over the damp fabric of Susan's panties. "Now, let's see just how quiet you can be."
As Hermione's fingers slipped beneath the elastic of Susan's underwear, both girls forgot about the world beyond their secluded corner of the library. The only sounds were their muffled gasps and the wet slide of skin on skin as they lost themselves in each other's touch.
Susan's head fell back, her mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure as Hermione's fingers found her slick folds. Hermione watched her face intently, drinking in every flutter of her eyelashes, every quiver of her lips.
"You're so beautiful like this," Hermione murmured, her free hand cupping Susan's breast. "Such a sweet little thing."
Susan could only whimper in response, her hips rocking against Hermione's hand. She bit her lip hard, struggling to keep her moans contained as Hermione's skilled fingers worked her into a frenzy.
Hermione leaned in, capturing one of Susan's nipples between her lips. She sucked gently, her tongue swirling around the sensitive peak as her fingers continued their relentless assault on Susan's dripping core.
Susan's fingers tangled in Hermione's hair, holding her close as waves of pleasure washed over her. She was trembling, her thighs quivering as she teetered on the edge of release.
Hermione's lips started trailing a searing path down Susan's body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Her tongue dipped into Susan's navel, eliciting a shiver from the Hufflepuff.
"Hermione," Susan breathed, her fingers tangling in Hermione's wild curls. "Please..."
Hermione looked up, her eyes dark with desire. "Please what, Susan?" she teased, her breath hot against Susan's lower abdomen. "Tell me what you want."
Susan's cheeks flushed pink, but her legs spread wider in invitation. "Your mouth," she whispered, her hips lifting slightly. "I want your mouth on me."
A wicked grin spread across Hermione's face as she settled between Susan's thighs. "As you wish," she purred, before diving in with enthusiasm.
Susan's head fell back, her mouth open in a silent gasp as Hermione's tongue made contact with her slick folds. Hermione hummed appreciatively at the taste, her hands gripping Susan's hips to hold her in place.
"Fuck," Susan hissed, her fingers tightening in Hermione's hair. "Oh Merlin, that feels so good."
Hermione's tongue explored every inch of Susan's wetness, alternating between broad strokes and teasing flicks. She circled Susan's clit, applying just enough pressure to drive the other girl wild without pushing her over the edge.
Susan's hips bucked against Hermione's face, seeking more friction. "Please," she whimpered, her thighs trembling. "Hermione, I need—"
Her words cut off in a choked gasp as Hermione sucked her clit between her lips, flicking it rapidly with her tongue. Susan's back arched off the table, her free hand flying to her mouth to muffle her cries of pleasure.
Hermione didn't let up, her tongue working tirelessly as she brought Susan closer and closer to the brink. She slipped two fingers inside Susan's dripping entrance, curling them to hit that spot that made Susan see stars.
"Fuck, Hermione—don't stop, please—" Susan panted, her hips rocking frantically against Hermione's face. "I'm so close, I'm gonna—"
Her words dissolved into a muffled scream as her orgasm crashed over her. Susan's thighs clamped around Hermione's head, her inner walls pulsing around Hermione's fingers as waves of pleasure wracked her body.
Hermione continued her ministrations, gentler now, guiding Susan through the aftershocks. Only when Susan's grip on her hair loosened did she pull away, placing a soft kiss on Susan's inner thigh.
"Merlin's beard," Susan breathed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "That was... incredible."
Hermione grinned, wiping her chin with the back of her hand before crawling up Susan's body. "You taste divine," she murmured, capturing Susan's lips in a deep kiss.
Susan moaned, tasting herself on Hermione's tongue. When they finally parted, both girls were breathless and flushed.
"Your turn," Susan whispered, her hands already roaming over Hermione's body. "I want to make you feel good too."
"Oh, you will," she promised, her voice husky.
"Please, Hermione..." Susan whimpered, her voice husky and breathless. "Fuck me..."
Hermione's tongue darted out, wetting her lips as she considered the tempting offer. But she shook her head, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Not yet," she purred, her hand trailing down to grip her stiff cock.
Susan's eyes widened as Hermione moved closer, pressing her shaft between Susan's generous breasts. Understanding dawned on Susan's face, and she eagerly shifted to kneel on the floor, pushing her tits together around Hermione's length.
"Merlin's beard," Hermione groaned, her hips starting to move. "Your tits feel fucking amazing, Susan."
Susan moaned softly, watching with rapt attention as Hermione's cock disappeared between her breasts with each thrust. She leaned down, her tongue darting out to lick at the tip whenever it peeked through.
"That's it," Hermione hissed, her fingers tangling in Susan's hair. "Use that pretty mouth of yours."
Susan obliged eagerly, her lips wrapping around the head of Hermione's cock on each upstroke. The combination of her soft breasts and warm, wet mouth quickly had Hermione teetering on the edge.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Hermione gasped, her hips jerking erratically. "Susan, I'm—"
With a strangled cry, Hermione reached her peak. Thick ropes of cum erupted from her cock, painting Susan's flushed breasts and face with pearlescent streaks.
Susan's eyes fluttered closed as she felt the warm fluid splatter across her skin. When the last spurt had landed, she opened her eyes, meeting Hermione's gaze with a sultry smirk. Slowly, she ran her tongue across her lips, licking away a drop of cum.
"Mmm," Susan hummed, her voice low and seductive. "Delicious."
Hermione's breath caught in her throat at the erotic display. "Merlin's balls," she whispered, her cock already twitching with renewed interest. "You're insatiable, aren't you?"
Susan's grin widened as she rose to her feet, pressing her cum-covered body against Hermione's. "You have no idea," she purred, nipping at Hermione's earlobe. "Now, about that fucking you promised me..."
Susan's body trembled with anticipation as she draped herself over a nearby study table, her round ass raised invitingly in the air. She looked back over her shoulder at Hermione, her eyes heavy-lidded and filled with unbridled lust.
"Please, Hermione," Susan whispered, her voice husky with need. "I want you so badly."
Hermione stepped closer, her hand lazily stroking her rigid cock as she admired the view before her. Susan's pale skin glowed, her curves soft and inviting. Hermione's free hand trailed down Susan's spine, eliciting a shiver from the Hufflepuff.
"Are you sure about this?" Hermione asked, her voice low and thick with desire. "It's your first time..."
Susan nodded eagerly, pushing her hips back against Hermione's hand. "I'm sure," she breathed. "I want it to be you, Hermione. Please..."
Hermione's breath hitched at Susan's words. She positioned herself behind Susan, the tip of her cock brushing against Susan's slick entrance. Slowly, teasingly, she rubbed herself along Susan's folds, coating herself in the Hufflepuff's arousal.
"Fuck," Susan whimpered, her fingers gripping the edge of the table. "Don't tease me, Hermione. I need you inside me, please..."
Unable to resist any longer, Hermione began to push forward. The head of her cock slipped inside Susan's tight heat, drawing a sharp gasp from both girls. Hermione paused, giving Susan time to adjust to the new sensation.
"Are you okay?" Hermione asked, her voice strained with the effort of holding back.
Susan nodded frantically, her hips pushing back against Hermione. "Yes, yes," she panted. "More, please. I want all of you."
Inch by agonizing inch, Hermione sank deeper into Susan's welcoming heat. The Hufflepuff's inner walls clenched around her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Hermione's body. When she was finally buried to the hilt, both girls let out a shuddering breath.
"Merlin's beard," Hermione groaned, her fingers digging into Susan's hips. "You feel incredible, Susan. So tight, so hot..."
Susan whimpered in response, her nails scraping against the wooden table as she adjusted to the feeling of fullness. "Move," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Hermione, fuck me..."
Hermione didn't need to be told twice. She pulled back slowly before thrusting forward, setting a steady rhythm that had Susan gasping with every stroke. The table creaked beneath them, the sound mixing with their muffled moans and the wet slap of skin on skin.
"Harder," Susan pleaded, her voice growing louder with each thrust. "Fuck me harder, Hermione. I need more!"
Hermione complied, her hips snapping forward with increased force. The sound of their coupling echoed through the library, the risk of discovery only adding to the intoxicating thrill.
"Shh," Hermione hissed, though she made no move to slow down. "Someone might hear us."
But Susan was beyond caring. "Let them hear," she moaned, her body rocking back to meet each of Hermione's thrusts. "Let the whole castle know how good you're fucking me!"
Hermione's control snapped at Susan's words. She gripped Susan's hips tighter, her nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on the soft skin as she pounded into the Hufflepuff with abandon.
The table shook beneath them, threatening to collapse under the force of their frenzied coupling. Susan's cries of pleasure grew louder, her words becoming an incoherent stream of "yes" and "fuck" and "Hermione."
"That's it," Hermione growled, one hand snaking around to rub Susan's clit. "Cum for me, Susan. Let me feel you cum around my cock."
Susan's body tensed, her back arching as her orgasm crashed over her. Her inner walls clamped down on Hermione's cock, pulling the Gryffindor over the edge with her. With a final, deep thrust, Hermione buried herself to the hilt, her release flooding Susan's quivering channel.
For long moments, the only sound in the library was their ragged breathing. Hermione slumped forward, her forehead resting between Susan's shoulder blades as they both came down from their high.
"Bloody hell," Susan finally breathed, a shaky laugh escaping her lips. "That was..."
"Amazing," Hermione finished, pressing a soft kiss to Susan's shoulder. "You were amazing."
With a flick of their wands and a whispered incantation, Hermione and Susan's clothes reappeared, neatly pressed as if nothing untoward had occurred. Susan's cheeks were still flushed, her eyes sparkling with post-coital bliss as she gazed at Hermione.
"Hermione," Susan began, her voice soft and hesitant, "does this mean... are we girlfriend and girlfriend now?"
Hermione's laughter was like tinkling bells as she leaned in to place a tender kiss on Susan's lips. "Of course we are, you adorable Hufflepuff," she murmured. "Though... there's something you should know."
Susan tilted her head, curiosity piqued. "Oh? What is it?"
Hermione took a deep breath, steeling herself. "Well, you're not the only one. I'm also involved with Ginny and Luna."
Susan's eyes widened, and Hermione braced herself for the worst. But then, to her utter shock, a mischievous grin spread across Susan's face.
"Does this mean... all three of us can have fun with you sometimes?" Susan asked, her voice trembling with excitement.
Hermione's jaw dropped, and she burst into delighted laughter. "Merlin's beard, Susan! You continue to surprise me." She pulled the Hufflepuff close, kissing her deeply. "Yes, absolutely yes. I think we're going to have a marvelous time together."
Their moment of bliss was interrupted by the sharp clearing of a throat. They sprang apart to find Madam Pince glowering at them, her arms crossed.
"Ms. Granger, Ms. Bones," the librarian said sternly, "I must remind you that the library is for studying, not for... making out." Her eyes narrowed knowingly. "And do remember to use a Silencing Charm next time. Some of us are trying to work."
As Madam Pince turned to leave, she paused, throwing a meaningful glance at Hermione. "Oh, and Ms. Granger? Do try to be more... discreet in your extracurricular activities."
With that, she strode away, leaving Hermione and Susan gaping in her wake.
"Did she just...?" Susan whispered, her eyes wide.
Hermione nodded, a mix of mortification and amusement on her face. "I think we've just been given permission to continue our... study sessions."
Susan giggled, linking her arm through Hermione's. "Do you think she might want in the fun?"
Hermione groaned; now Susan was acting just like Luna.
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