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The Tiled Floor

I am just an ordinary tiled kitchen floor with an extraordinary history. A young man with scraggy black scrubbed me this morning with a cloth that burns. I watch as he lays down the cloth and wipes away beads of perspiration from his forehead. He lays a blanket across me and I am happy with the warmth of it. He is arranging rose petals all around the kitchen and I vaguely wonder what he is doing. He sits down on me and pulls a small green box out of his pocket, containing a beautiful diamond ring.

Later that night the blanket and rose petals are still laying on me but now there are candles lit and a delicious smelling dinner is on the table. The young redhead walks in looking tired and looks absolutely stunned at the sight that meets her eyes. The man is standing in the corner with a rose in his mouth. I would smile if I could but I can't, because I am just the tiled floor. They embrace and sit down to the candlelit dinner, resting their feet upon me. I can't say that it isn't a wonderful night.

Afterwards, they lay down on the blanket and the man pulls out the ring. He doesn't even get a chance to ask the question before the redhead wraps her arms around him and screams "Yes, Yes I'll marry you" They embrace once again and begin to kiss. They fall against me and I can feel their warmth heating me. Oh I think you know where my little tale is leading now. Yes, I am the tiled floor where Harry potter's third child was conceived. Oh if the walls could talk…

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