Year Five: Centaurs
"So where's Dolly?"
Hermione smirked. "We left her with the Centaurs."
Harry had to admit, this was the first time he saw Alexandra cringe. "Ouch," she muttered. "Poor woman." She looked at Hermione with – was that admiration?
"Centaurs are historically known as rapists. To leave anyone, even her, with them, especially concerning Dolly's, ahem, views…"
She shook her head in admiration. "How delightfully evil of you, Granger. We'll make a Dark Witch out of you yet."
Hermione scowled. "First off, I don't think all centaurs practice that. Second off-"
"Ah, that reminds me."
As always, Alex steamrolled over the conversation.
"You're right, of course. Not every centaur is scum. Indeed, if one is gentle enough, they can be absolutely fantastic lovers…" She paused to grin lecherously. "But enough about my relationships. What was second off, again?"
Hermione was looking decidedly pink. "…I've forgotten."
