"Hermione, I am desperate. I need a woman and I need it NOW!" I said as I pounded on the cheap wooden table, watching it collapse from the blow. She looked at me in the most peculiar way, a way that only one person had ever looked at me before: Mrs. Weasley. I suddenly got a weird feeling in my stomach that was so familiar, I barely notice it anymore. I was nervous. I had to do something to calm me down, so I picked up POVERTY PRIDE and started reading the things that one could do with an eggplant and a can of sardines. Oh, who was I kidding? This was boring and Hermione was smart. She could obviously tell I was nervous. I had to think quickly. I looked around for something to do, but there was nothing. I had to take her out to do something, something she liked. But what did she like? Magic! Of course! Every kid loves magic. I took out a "magic" knife. I threatened her to get into the closet, the same look of terror that had crossed Mrs. Weasley's face so many times before...

"Hermione, I am desperate. I need a woman and I need it NOW!" He said as he pounded on the cheap wooden table and made it collapse from the blow. I looked at him, feeling very uncomfortable. Doesn't he care that the table almost hit me? He looked at me strangely and winced ever so slighty, like something hurt deep down inside of him. I was nervous. What would he do next? He looked nervous as he picked up the only thing reachable: the monthly edition of POVERTY PRIDE. I hear they have stupid articles like the things that someone could do with an eggplant and a can of sardines. I knew what he was doing. He was stalling. But what was he going to do? I got so nervous. He looked around quickly for something. His eyes suddenly lit up as he took something out of a drawer. Shiny, sharp, dangerous... A KNIFE! I couldn't believe what he was holding, couldn't imagine what he would do, even though I had a feeling. Was Mr. Weasley going to kill me? What did I do? I felt so scared and then I opened my mouth to speak, but he pushed me into his closet and threatened me to do... the unthinkable...