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[phineasjones]

oy. i didn't know what i was getting myself into. you people are cruel. well, not all of you. cookies i can handle. but symplegades? anyway, there will be some firsts for me in these...

my first ever het. it's not really all that het. oops.
the words were altitude, quiescent and farmer

hp for bonibaru

if the you were in a burning building and you could only save a priceless artwork or your cat, a farmer or a cow, your mother or your father, a baby or a house elf, your best friend or your boyfriend, which would you choose?

hermione always refuses to answer these hypothetical questions. what are the chances of such a situation ever presenting itself? she has no time to waste on these unsolvable ethical conundrums. she always makes the most logical decision in any situation, she's not worried.

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she heaves malfoy's inert body onto the window sill and crawls up after him. she pauses once there, as the view of the grounds from this altitude pulls at her quiescent acrophobia and makes her stomach churn. but the heat at her back grows ever more intense. she swallows, steps over the broomstick, pulls malfoy on with her and pushes off into the expansive night sky.

no one ever asks your friend or your enemy?. the answer seems too obvious. but hermione applies logic as always: harry potter is the boy who lives. he can save himself.


[edit] where are my manners? thanks to hominidj, wax_jism and cupiscent for help with the use of the word quiescent.

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[phineasjones.livejournal.com]

::mwah!::

i love when the girls are harsh, ya know?