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Best books series
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Harry Potter series
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• Couples I like
Lily/James- Aww, I love reading about them.
Ron/Hermione- Meant to be
Harry/Ginny- So cute together
Sirius/Marlene McKninnon- it's possible
Frank/Alice- It's so sad, poor Neville
Remus/Tonks- I was surprised, but its kinda cute
Luna/Draco- I don't know... but i hope it might happen.
• Couples I hate
Harry/Hermione- I AM ALLERGIC TO THIS SHIP!
Draco/Hermione- It's just sick.
Draco/Ginny- No, just no.
Harry/Luna- I considered it, but I like Harry/Ginny SO much more
Ron/Luna- Who comes up with these?
Peter/anybody- he doesn't deserve ANYBODY (he SUCKS)... GRR
"Hey, look - Harry's got a Weasley sweater, too!" Fred and George were wearing blue sweaters, one with a large yellow 'F' on it, the other a 'G.'
"Harry's is better than ours, though," said Fred, holding up Harry's sweater. "She obviously makes more of an effort if you're not family."
"Why aren't you wearing yours, Ron?" George demanded. "Come on, get it on, they're lovely and warm."
"I hate maroon," Ron moaned half-heartedly as he pulled it over his head.
"You haven't got a letter on yours," George observed. "I suppose she thinks you don't forget your name. But we're not stupid - we know we're called Gred and Forge." "Mad-Eye Moody?" said George thoughtfully, spreading marmalade on his toast. "Isn't he that nutter-"
"Your father thinks very highly of Mad-Eye Moody," said Mrs. Weasley sternly.
"Yeah, well, Dad collects plugs, doesn't he?" said Fred quietly as Mrs. Weasley left the room. "Birds of a feather..." "Longbottom, if brains were gold, you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something." Squeezing the Bubotubers was disgusting, but oddly satisfying. "But why's she got to go to the library?"
"Because that's what Hermione does. When in doubt, go to the library." "Don't talk to me," Ron said quietly to Harry and Hermione, as they sat own at the Gryffindor table a few minutes later, surrounded by excited talks on all sides about what had just happened.
"Why not?" said Hermione in surprise.
"Because I want to fix that in my memory for ever," said Ron, his eyes closed and an uplifted expression on his face. "Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret..." Hermione sat down, laid the things she was carrying in an empty armchair and pulled Ron's predictions towards her.
"Not going to have a very good month, are you?" she said sardonically, as Crookshanks curled up in her lap.
"Ah well, at least I'm forewarned," Ron yawned.
"You seem to be drowning twice," said Hermione.
"Oh, am I?" said Ron, peering down at his predictions. "I'd better change one of them to getting trampled by a rampaging Hippogriff." ‘Ron, we’re supposed to show the first-years where to go!’
Oh yeah,’ said Ron, who had obviously forgotton. ‘Hey - hey, you lot! Midgets!’
‘Well, they are, the’re titchy...’ "How long have you been 'Big D' then?" said Harry.
"Shut it," snarled Dudley, turning away again.
"Cool name," said Harry, grinning, "but you'll always be Ickle Diddykins to me." "Ron," said Hermione in a dignified voice, "you are the most insensitive wart I have ever had the misfortune to meet." “How would it be,” she asked them coldly, as they left the classroom for break (Binns drifting away through the blackboard), “If I refused to lend you my notes this year?”
“We’d fail our OWL,” said Ron. “If you want that on your conscience, Hermione...”
“Well, you’d deserve it,” she snapped. “You don’t even try to listen to him, do you?”
“We do try,” Ron said. “We just haven’t got your brains or your memory or your concentration - you’re just cleverer than we are - is it nice to rub it in?” "Excuse me, I don't like people just because they're handsome!" said Hermione indignantly.
Ron gave a loud false cough, which sounded oddly like "Lockhart!" "Well, I had one that I was playing Quidditch the other night," said Ron, screwing up his face in an effort to remember. "What do you think that means?"
"Probably that you're going to be eaten by a giant marshmallow or something," said Harry, turning the pages of The Dream Oracle without interest. A week after Fred and George's departure, Harry witnessed Professor McGonagall walking right past Peeves, who was determinedly loosening a crystal chandelier, and could have sworn he heard her tell the poltergeist out of the corner of her mouth, "It unscrews the other way." "There you are! Where have you been? The most ridiculous rumors--someone said you'd been expelled for crashing a flying car--"
"Well, we haven't been expelled," Harry assured her.
"You're not telling me you did fly here?" said Hermione, sounding almost as severe as Professor McGonagall.
"Skip the lecture," said Ron impatiently, "and tell us the new password."
"It's 'wattlebird,'" said Hermione impatiently, "but that's not the point--" "What's up with you, Hermione?"
She was gazing out the window, but not as though she really saw it. Her eyes were unfocused and there was a frown on her face.
"Just thinking..." she said, still frowning.
"About Siri- Snuffles?" said Harry.
"No...not exactly..." said Hermione slowly. "More...wondering...I suppose we're doing the right thing...I think...aren't we?"
Harry and Ron looked at each other.
"Well, that clears that up," said Ron. "It would have been really annoying if you hadn't explained yourself properly." "Er- well- ghosts are transparent-" he said.
"Oh, very good," interrupted Snape, his lip curling. "Yes, it is easy to see that nearly six years of magical education have not been wasted on you, Potter. Ghosts are transparent." "Why were you lurking under our window?"
"Yes -- yes, good point, Petunia! What were you doing under our windows, boy?"
"Listening to the news," said Harry in a resigned voice.
His aunt and uncle exchanged looks of outrage.
"Listening to the news! Again?"
"Well, it changes every day, you see," said Harry. She's Ron's sister.
But she's ditched Dean!
She's still Ron's sister.
I'm his best mate!
That'll make it worse.
If I talked to him first-
He'd hit you.
What if I don't care?
He's your best mate!" "I don't believe it! Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A prefect! That's everyone in the family!"
"What are Fred and I, next-door neighbours?" said George indignantly, as his mother pushed him aside and flung her arms around her youngest son. "Well, we were always going to fail that one," said Ron gloomily as they ascended the marble staircase. He had just made Harry feel rather better by telling him how he told the examiner in detail about the ugly man with a wart on his nose in the crystal ball, only to look up an realize he had been describing the examiner's reflection.
aLeX RiDeR Go to Venice, find Scorpia, and you will find you're destiny! "Of course you're both recuperating. Paul from his appendix operation. And you, Alex" the eyes came to rest on him "from your cycling accident."
"Yes." Was Drevin questioning his story? "I went over the handlebars and hit a fence."
"You must have been going very fast."
"I was, until I hit the fence." "Tell me, Alex," Drevin asked. "I'd be interested to know who you're working for. Is it MI6 or the CIA? Or perhaps both?"
"Go to hell," Alex replied quietly.
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