survey says NO
survey says NO
Taxi horns blared as a man barreled onto the pavement, crashing into Hermione and sloshing her coffee.
Maybe it was the fact she’d spent her last tenner on it, or her bias against men with platinum blond hair, but she snapped.
“Watch where you’re fucking going!”
Taxi horns blared as a man barreled onto the pavement, crashing into Hermione and sloshing her coffee.
Maybe it was the fact she’d spent her last tenner on it, or her bias against men with platinum blond hair, but she snapped.
“Watch where you’re fucking going!”
“Technically, our first date started with her on the arm of another man.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “He was on a date with another woman, might I add.”
“Scandaleux!” said the woman sitting at the next table, “What happened?”
“Technically, our first date started with her on the arm of another man.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “He was on a date with another woman, might I add.”
“Scandaleux!” said the woman sitting at the next table, “What happened?”
Ginny grabbed Hermione’s hand and twirled her like they were teenagers at the Yule Ball again. Their husbands were at the bar, lost in Quidditch stats.
Hermione wasn’t thinking about them, though. She was thinking about how good it felt to let go.
Ginny grabbed Hermione’s hand and twirled her like they were teenagers at the Yule Ball again. Their husbands were at the bar, lost in Quidditch stats.
Hermione wasn’t thinking about them, though. She was thinking about how good it felt to let go.