Disclaimer : All Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
My friend Christine is writing this story with me. Much thanks to her!
"Mmmmm… Ron…"
"Hermioneee…"
Harry treaded up to the prefect/quidditch captain lavatory. Hearing someone moaning, he assumed that someone was sick. He walked in cautiously, not wanting to be puked on, but still needing a jimmy's.
The dark-haired 16-year-old walked to the door and muttered the password, "lemony fresh". He knew something was amiss the second he walked in.
Harry walked over to the urinal and heard someone moan, again, from the bathroom stall. He looked under the door and saw two sets of feet.
More moaning came from the bathroom stall.
"Mmmmm……."
Harry stared at the stall door not sure what he should do. Still more moaning came from inside.
"Mmmmm…….. Ron"
Harry thought he recognized the voice but he wasn't sure. He knew only one thing for certain: Ron was in there. After a moment of silence Harry spoke.
"Ron?"
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