Feel The Quidditch
Doctor: All right, you witches. Get back out front and make those wizards thirsty. Problems?
Mrs. Weasly (Molly): Not for you to be worried about.
Doctor: Let's not stand around then.
(Hermione coughs into tissue violently. You wouldn't want her near you coughing like that. - there is blood on the tissue)
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Krum: (To his man servant) Find Dumbledore, the girl is waiting for me.
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Mrs. Weasly (Molly) : That twinkle-toes Krum has really taken the bait girl. With a patron like him, you'll be the next.Lilly Potter.
Hermione: (Amazed, for she knows Lilly Potter was one of the best witches in history) Do you really think I could be like the great Lilly?
Mrs. Weasly (Molly): Why not? You have the talent. You hook that Krum and you'll be lining up the great Muggles at your name.
Hermione: I'm going to be a REAL witch, Molly, a great witch, and I'm going to fly away from here. (to her bird) Oh yes, we're going to fly, fly away from here!
Dumbledore: Duckling, is everything all right?
Satine: Oh yes, of course Harold. (Turning to face him, trying not to knock Mrs. Weasly out with her gigantic buttocks. The dress she is wearing is so large in that area that it looks as if it could make Hermione topple to the ground)
Dumbledore: Oh thank goodness. You certainly weaved your magic with that Krum on the dance floor. (Winking suggestively)
Hermione: How do I look? Smoldering temptress? (She purrrrrrs..)
Dumbledore: Oh, my little straw-bry, how can he possibly resist but gobbling you up? (He smiles, the pervert!) Everything's going so weeeeeeell!
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Mcgonagall: Unbelievable, straight to the elephant!
Hermione: This is a wonderful place for..mmm. 'quidditch match' don't you think? Hmm... sporty enough for you?
Harry: Yes... (Not paying attention to her sexual behavior, almost dazed. Makes you wonder about him..)
Hermione: A little supper? Maybe some Butterbeer?
Harry: I'd rather just, um... get it over and done with. (Hermione is shocked, but gains her composure)
Hermione: Oh... very well... then why don't you come down here and let's get it over and done with? (Patting the bed)
Harry: I'd prefer to do it standing.
Hermione: Oh. (Again, taken aback.)
Harry: You don't have to stand I mean. Sometimes that - it's quite long. And I-I'd like you to be comfortable. It's quite modern what I do and it may feel a little strange at first but--but I think if you're open then-- then you might enjoy it. (Stuttering nervously. Yes, they ARE, in fact, talking about two very different things)
Hermione: I'm sure I will.
Harry: Excuse me. The snitch is--
Hermione: Oh... (she is on the bed moaning)
Harry: Is... ugh... gold... oh... (blows a raspberry) come on (blows a raspberry) come on (blows a raspberry) I think...
Hermione: Oh! (moaning)
Harry: I might be shaking . . . Oh Tik-ee-tik-ee-tik-ee . . . (Turning around, 'collecting' himself)
Hermione: Um... is everything all right?
Harry: I'm just a little nervous...It just that sometimes it takes a while ugh...
Hermione: Ohhhh...
Harry: For you know...inspiration to come.
Hermione: (Getting up from the bed) Oh yes, yes, yes...Let mommy help, hmm? (Grabs Harry's "How's Your Father" as he shudders) Does that inspire you? Let's make love! (Pushes him on the bed)
Harry: Make love?
Hermione: You want to, don't you?
Harry: Well I--I... came to--
Hermione: Hmm, tell the truth. Feel the quidditch! Come on... feel it... feel it tiger! (she growls)
Harry: Ohhh...
Hermione: Oh... big boy!
Mcgonagall: He's got a huge talent! (Peeking in the window upside down, the pervert!)
Doctor: All right, you witches. Get back out front and make those wizards thirsty. Problems?
Mrs. Weasly (Molly): Not for you to be worried about.
Doctor: Let's not stand around then.
(Hermione coughs into tissue violently. You wouldn't want her near you coughing like that. - there is blood on the tissue)
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Krum: (To his man servant) Find Dumbledore, the girl is waiting for me.
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Mrs. Weasly (Molly) : That twinkle-toes Krum has really taken the bait girl. With a patron like him, you'll be the next.Lilly Potter.
Hermione: (Amazed, for she knows Lilly Potter was one of the best witches in history) Do you really think I could be like the great Lilly?
Mrs. Weasly (Molly): Why not? You have the talent. You hook that Krum and you'll be lining up the great Muggles at your name.
Hermione: I'm going to be a REAL witch, Molly, a great witch, and I'm going to fly away from here. (to her bird) Oh yes, we're going to fly, fly away from here!
Dumbledore: Duckling, is everything all right?
Satine: Oh yes, of course Harold. (Turning to face him, trying not to knock Mrs. Weasly out with her gigantic buttocks. The dress she is wearing is so large in that area that it looks as if it could make Hermione topple to the ground)
Dumbledore: Oh thank goodness. You certainly weaved your magic with that Krum on the dance floor. (Winking suggestively)
Hermione: How do I look? Smoldering temptress? (She purrrrrrs..)
Dumbledore: Oh, my little straw-bry, how can he possibly resist but gobbling you up? (He smiles, the pervert!) Everything's going so weeeeeeell!
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Mcgonagall: Unbelievable, straight to the elephant!
Hermione: This is a wonderful place for..mmm. 'quidditch match' don't you think? Hmm... sporty enough for you?
Harry: Yes... (Not paying attention to her sexual behavior, almost dazed. Makes you wonder about him..)
Hermione: A little supper? Maybe some Butterbeer?
Harry: I'd rather just, um... get it over and done with. (Hermione is shocked, but gains her composure)
Hermione: Oh... very well... then why don't you come down here and let's get it over and done with? (Patting the bed)
Harry: I'd prefer to do it standing.
Hermione: Oh. (Again, taken aback.)
Harry: You don't have to stand I mean. Sometimes that - it's quite long. And I-I'd like you to be comfortable. It's quite modern what I do and it may feel a little strange at first but--but I think if you're open then-- then you might enjoy it. (Stuttering nervously. Yes, they ARE, in fact, talking about two very different things)
Hermione: I'm sure I will.
Harry: Excuse me. The snitch is--
Hermione: Oh... (she is on the bed moaning)
Harry: Is... ugh... gold... oh... (blows a raspberry) come on (blows a raspberry) come on (blows a raspberry) I think...
Hermione: Oh! (moaning)
Harry: I might be shaking . . . Oh Tik-ee-tik-ee-tik-ee . . . (Turning around, 'collecting' himself)
Hermione: Um... is everything all right?
Harry: I'm just a little nervous...It just that sometimes it takes a while ugh...
Hermione: Ohhhh...
Harry: For you know...inspiration to come.
Hermione: (Getting up from the bed) Oh yes, yes, yes...Let mommy help, hmm? (Grabs Harry's "How's Your Father" as he shudders) Does that inspire you? Let's make love! (Pushes him on the bed)
Harry: Make love?
Hermione: You want to, don't you?
Harry: Well I--I... came to--
Hermione: Hmm, tell the truth. Feel the quidditch! Come on... feel it... feel it tiger! (she growls)
Harry: Ohhh...
Hermione: Oh... big boy!
Mcgonagall: He's got a huge talent! (Peeking in the window upside down, the pervert!)