Intermission: Ruin

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Ruin

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style=\'font-family:Garamond\'>It was on my way to defile a suit of armour up the
west wing that I noticed it. A student,
that girl that is always around Potty Potter, is out of bed in the middle of
the n, cr, creeping into the chambers of the Defence Against the Darks Arts
professor. So, I follow suit, creeping
along behind her. pan>pan>

lang=EN-GB style=\'font-family:Garamond\'>The chamber is lit by a few candles,
but it was enough light for me to see, to my shock and devilish satisfaction,
herug rug off her slinky dressing gown, with no proper clothing underneath, but
quite bare in front of her professor.
Oh, what fun I could have with this … but not just yet!style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> No, I shall watch what they do, first.

lang=EN-GB style=\'font-family:Garamond\'>The professor, rather scarred and tired
looking fellow, was seated on the bed, staring at her with hungry eyes as she
slowly approached him. He wrapped his
arms around her waist and pulled her down into his lap and—normal\'>Gasp!—he too is unclothed.
Oh, what trouble they could get into if I just opened my mouth to the
headmaster … but wait, perhaps the situation will worsen.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'>

lang=EN-GB style=\'font-family:Garamond\'>“Hermione,” he whispers, burying his
nose in her bushy hair as she straddles him.
“You know how wrong this is.”

lang=EN-GB style=\'font-family:Garamond\'>“Of course, Professor Lupin,” she says
between kisses.

lang=EN-GB style=\'font-family:Garamond\'>Oh, dear!style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> This is turning into something steamy.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Perhaps something clever is in order to cool
off this affair. Ofn>Of course, all in the style=\'mso-bidi-fonyle:yle:normal\'>good nature of keeping school
rules! And so, just as she takes her
professor in hand guiding his organ into her anticipating cavern of lust, I go
away on a search for something useful to assist in keeping normal\'>order in the school.

=EN-=EN-GB style=\'font-family:Garamond\'>It is outside of the hut of that great
oaf Hagrid that I find what I’m looking for and I silently return to the
chambers of that loony Lupin, where Miss Smarty-Tarty Hermione is riding her
teacher with a heavy passion. They are
so preoccupied that they do not even notice that I approach them.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Slowly I creep, watching as Miss Smarty-Tarty
Hermione rises then falls, her head thrown back in ecstasy, and loony Lupin
under, hi, his light brown hair clinging to his face, his hands secure on her
hips, was huffing each time he impaled her.

lang=EN-GB style=\'font-family:Garamond\'>Then I let tip the barrel of water in
my hand and a torrent rage emes.mes.

lang=EN-GB stylfontfont-family:Garamond\'>“Peeves!style=\'mso-spacerun:y> <> You rotten trickster!”style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'>

lang=EN-GB style=\'font-family:Garamond\'>“Get outa’ here or I’ll have the Bloody
Baron after you!”

lang=EN-GB style=\'font-family:Garamond\'>And so I float away through the shut
chamber door, cackling and blowing raspberries at the two, looking like drowned
rats, blessing me out in all ways that can be thought of, rather pleased with myself
and cleverness. '>

lang=EN-GB style=\'font-family:Garamond\'>Now, off to blemish that fat lump of a
painted lady, the Fat Lady!

lang=EN-GB style=\'font-family:Garamond\'>Hahaha!