"Hagrid, you know you are not supposed to substitute ingredients in potions." She felt really good, but funny. She flipped through the book. Hagrid sa...t down at the table, flipping the transfigured cup, up and down in the air. He took another sip of the potion. Even though she was concerned about him substituting an ingredient, Hermione took another sip as well. It was a good brew and was making her feel energized. She found the passage she was seeking. "Spearmint and mint can be used. She put her hand to his crotch and felt his hard on. She could hear people coming closer, but couldn't see. Next thing she knew, her friend stood up. He unzipped his pants, and put his cock in her face. She immediately started sucking it. He reached down, and pulled her tits out of her shirt through the neck. As she sucked, he pinched and rolled her nipples.She was so intent on sucking, that she barely noticed a 2nd set of hands on her tits. She felt them and looked, and there was this big. She smiled at me, her pretty little pixy face lighting up. “I know. Everyone in school knows you. You’re the angry jock that everyone thinks is going to bring a gun to school one day.” I was shocked to see that the plans I had in my head were that transparent to everyone around me. “Don’t worry, I don’t own a gun, wouldn’t know how to get my hands on one…” Her eyes thinned, and I could see something light up inside her. Looking back I realize that what she liked was the fact that I didn’t deny. ”“Why should I care about the peasants? They’re just peasants! They will always be suffering and poor. They always have and always will. That’s their station in life. The man I marry will be young, handsome, brave and strong! Not old, infirm and senile! I remember him from the ball. He smelt like a goat!”She thought back to the ball that had been held just two months ago. She remembered Lord Tathlone. He was a kindly man, polite, thoughtful but just a little vague, forgetful. It was unkind of.