Harry. Hermione. Ron. Malfoy. Draco. Wait, that's the same person. Darn. Well, anyway, these five people. Darnit! These four people are having one of their usual conversations. Shit. These four people are having one of their usual arguments. No, that doesn't work either. These four people are having one of their usual heated rows. Hermione called Draco a mudblood again. Crap. These four people are having one of their usual heated rows. Draco called Hermione a mudblood again, so Harry retaliated, but he missed Draco and hit Goyle. Damn. Harry. Hermione. Ron. Malfoy. Goyle. Crabbe. These four people. No, that doesn't work anymore. These six people were having one of their usual heated rows. Ya know, I don't think 'rows' is the right word for what im thinking. You know what else? Im getting sick of writing this darn fic.

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