I jump on Hermione's back. "THREE TAILED MUSHROOM CATS ARE REAL!" I shout.
"Not!" She argues.
"Are!" I shot back. Hermione tries to get me off her back, but I cling on tight like a sloth hugging a tree.
"NOT!" She shouts. I hoist my legs around her waists and lift my hands up to cover her eyes. "Can you see well enough in the cavern of sweaty palms?" I ask innocently.
"Ew!" She squeals like a ten year old. "Get them off!" I smirk and rub them against her eyelids. She runs around the Gryffindor Girls Dorm, me on her back. "Wheeee!" I squeak. "Peacock-back-rideeee!"
"Get... Them," she demands through gritted teeth, "off." I shake my head, but she couldn't notice. Hermione's hands were pinned to her side by my legs, so she couldn't reach her wand.
"Not until you admit Three-tailed mushroom cats are real!" I tease in a sing-songy voice. "But they're not!"
Hermione went on and on, explaining how they couldn't be real. She protested and begged, until she said, "I'M GETTING THE HEADMASTER!'
"NUUUU!" I yell, jumping off her back immediately, and running off.
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- Chocolate Magical Dinosaur
