“Harry what’s wrong??”
“Harry, you okay?”
“Bloody hell! I moaned softly. Hot sex video Exhausted, I laid down with him. Then I felt the most pleasing feeling I’ve ever felt in my armpit. “It’s called the love feather. “You were moaning like you know-you were making love and bloody hell-you kept on saying Malfoys first name!”
“Yeah, and then you screamed,” added Dean. My heart was beating; I didn’t expect him to say yes considering the fact that he hadn’t drunk a passion potion. We all jumped into our beds and went to sleep immediately as we were dog-tired from the Quiditch match (I love that game) that day.
