Lord Harry Potter-Black lay in bed with his beautiful wife Lady Hermione Granger-Potter-Black. Hermione was his favorite of his wives and he made love to her three times a week. "That was an excellent concert," said Hermione.
"Yes," said Lord Potter-Black. "Good Charlotte always manages to put on a good show. Tomorrow MCR are going to be playing. Do you want to go?"
"I don't know," said Hermione. "I want to hear the music, but we have to put on clothes to go to the concert."
"You don't have to," said Lord Potter-Black. "There were a few nudists there. I'm sure we would fit right in."
"I'm sure we would," said Hermione. "Harry, do you think we made the right choice with what we did to Ron?"
"Hermione, I had no choice," said Lord Potter-Black. "When I made my declaration that all Pure Blood Wizards were to hand their property over to muggle borns and half-bloods, I had to include him and his family as it only seemed fair."
"Well he seemed pretty angry about it," said Hermione.
"Well when has Ron not been mad?" asked Lord Potter-Black. "He has the emotional maturity of a five year old and the intelligence of an eggplant. Why we were friends for so long I have no idea."
"Well I'm happy I still have you," said Hermione.
"And I you," said Lord Potter-Black.
The two then began to make passionate love as thunder rumbled in the distance.
