“Oui,” she chortled, “Appropriate.”
And that was when they heard the sound they had all feared (and craved, Harry thought guiltily). They had chosen to walk in, as opposed to fly in on brooms, because they needed to check for traps and curses. Porn Magic-users are so weird, Harry thought. And now, according to Bill, every Weasley male knew Harry had jumped into bed with their mother once (or twice, Harry thought, though the Weasleys didn’t know that). “You shouldn’t swear, Hermione,” he said and then jerked forward just as Hermione floundered for a retort and she screamed again as his enormous head burst into her tiny twat, stretching it like it had never been stretched before. She couldn’t scream, she couldn’t speak, she could moan.
