"You are insatiable"
Jack Off Jill, Lollirot
Growing Wings
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"This stupid itching!!!" said an agitated Hermione, reaching around her back to her shoulder blades. She scratched furiously. "Why won't it just stop already? As if 3 weeks isn't enough!" "Mosquito bite?" asked Ron. "I doubt it, I haven't been outside for a while, considering it's winter, remember?" she replied with sarcasm. "Well, then I haven't the slightest clue. Maybe it's an allergy or something?" he asked again, hoping for a not-so-sarcastic answer this time. "Urgh, I may as well go see Madame Pomfrey about it." Hermione dropped her hands to her side and started walking out of the common room. Ron and Harry, who had just watched throughout all of this, watched her go, when Harry asked her, "Maybe I should go with you?" She paused for a moment and turned to look back at him. "Sure, Harry." She replied. She tried not to look so giddy about it while inside she was jumping for joy. Secretly, she had pined for Harry in her dreams, and sat silently watching him while she was "studying" daydreaming of the many romantic things they could do together. Too bad he doesn't know. She would think to herself. Of course, who doesn't want those brightly lit green eyes. He could have anyone in this school, yet he had stayed single for as long as she could remember. Maybe he's just not ready to love yet? Maybe he feared Voldemort would harm anyone else he got close to? She had been off in her own world when she realized Harry was trying to grab her attention. She physically shook her head and asked him, "What? Sorry must have spaced out." "Shall we go, then?" "Yeah, sure Harry." Anything for you. They walked silently down the corridors towards the hospital wing when they came to the door. They knocked and quite suddenly, a harassed-looking Madame Pomfrey answered the knock with a very annoyed-sounding "Yes??" "Oh...um...Madame Pomfrey. Oh gosh. Well. My shoulders have been itching for the past week and it won't go away. Do you have some cream or something to get rid of it?" said Hermione. Harry looked at her and smiled to himself. Oh gosh, the way she acts around people, you'd think after the way she acts towards Ron and me, she'd be able to talk to a teacher.
Madame Pomfrey sighed as said, "Well I guess you better come on in then, if you need tending to, you'd better let me see it before I give you anything for it, though." So Hermione and Harry walked in, while Madame Pomfrey instructed her to remove her robes to see her back. Hermione blushed a deep red and looked at Harry, who smiled and said, "I'll be out the door, then." And with that he got up and left. Hermione sighed from relief and a bit of her wanted Harry to stay. She didn't exactly want to be alone in the same room with a teacher without her shirt, let alone the school nurse. She removed what she was told to remove when Madame Pomfrey walked in with a vial of some thick looking cream. She walked behind Hermione and stood there frozen. She dropped the vial as she let out a small gasp. "What is it?" said a panicked Hermione. "No, no. it can't be, it just can't. They died out. no no no! I'm imagining this! Oh you poor thing!" cried Madame Pomfrey in quiet sobs. Just then Harry burst in, and asked, "What was that noise? I head something break!" He looked to where Hermione was sitting and stood flabbergasted at what he saw. "Madame. what are those. those. lumps. on her back??" Harry asked now panicked too. Hermione was now in turmoil of feelings. What are they talking about? What lumps??? She thought. She heard Madame Pomfrey gulp before answering, "Those, my dear, are. wings."
Jack Off Jill, Lollirot
Growing Wings
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"This stupid itching!!!" said an agitated Hermione, reaching around her back to her shoulder blades. She scratched furiously. "Why won't it just stop already? As if 3 weeks isn't enough!" "Mosquito bite?" asked Ron. "I doubt it, I haven't been outside for a while, considering it's winter, remember?" she replied with sarcasm. "Well, then I haven't the slightest clue. Maybe it's an allergy or something?" he asked again, hoping for a not-so-sarcastic answer this time. "Urgh, I may as well go see Madame Pomfrey about it." Hermione dropped her hands to her side and started walking out of the common room. Ron and Harry, who had just watched throughout all of this, watched her go, when Harry asked her, "Maybe I should go with you?" She paused for a moment and turned to look back at him. "Sure, Harry." She replied. She tried not to look so giddy about it while inside she was jumping for joy. Secretly, she had pined for Harry in her dreams, and sat silently watching him while she was "studying" daydreaming of the many romantic things they could do together. Too bad he doesn't know. She would think to herself. Of course, who doesn't want those brightly lit green eyes. He could have anyone in this school, yet he had stayed single for as long as she could remember. Maybe he's just not ready to love yet? Maybe he feared Voldemort would harm anyone else he got close to? She had been off in her own world when she realized Harry was trying to grab her attention. She physically shook her head and asked him, "What? Sorry must have spaced out." "Shall we go, then?" "Yeah, sure Harry." Anything for you. They walked silently down the corridors towards the hospital wing when they came to the door. They knocked and quite suddenly, a harassed-looking Madame Pomfrey answered the knock with a very annoyed-sounding "Yes??" "Oh...um...Madame Pomfrey. Oh gosh. Well. My shoulders have been itching for the past week and it won't go away. Do you have some cream or something to get rid of it?" said Hermione. Harry looked at her and smiled to himself. Oh gosh, the way she acts around people, you'd think after the way she acts towards Ron and me, she'd be able to talk to a teacher.
Madame Pomfrey sighed as said, "Well I guess you better come on in then, if you need tending to, you'd better let me see it before I give you anything for it, though." So Hermione and Harry walked in, while Madame Pomfrey instructed her to remove her robes to see her back. Hermione blushed a deep red and looked at Harry, who smiled and said, "I'll be out the door, then." And with that he got up and left. Hermione sighed from relief and a bit of her wanted Harry to stay. She didn't exactly want to be alone in the same room with a teacher without her shirt, let alone the school nurse. She removed what she was told to remove when Madame Pomfrey walked in with a vial of some thick looking cream. She walked behind Hermione and stood there frozen. She dropped the vial as she let out a small gasp. "What is it?" said a panicked Hermione. "No, no. it can't be, it just can't. They died out. no no no! I'm imagining this! Oh you poor thing!" cried Madame Pomfrey in quiet sobs. Just then Harry burst in, and asked, "What was that noise? I head something break!" He looked to where Hermione was sitting and stood flabbergasted at what he saw. "Madame. what are those. those. lumps. on her back??" Harry asked now panicked too. Hermione was now in turmoil of feelings. What are they talking about? What lumps??? She thought. She heard Madame Pomfrey gulp before answering, "Those, my dear, are. wings."