Saker som kan misstolkas i Harry Potter..

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harry bara: aaa det kliar så på rumpan!!! hahaha
dålig jag vet!

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harry bara: aaa det kliar så på rumpan!!! hahaha
dålig jag vet!

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harry bara: aaa det kliar så på rumpan!!! hahaha
dålig jag vet!

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harry bara: aaa det kliar så på rumpan!!! hahaha
dålig jag vet!

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Haha!.. Eller så tänker han: Oj nej! Jag borde ha gått på toaletten före vi började spela.

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''What d'you mean, I'm not brave in bed?" said Harry, completely nonplussed.''

"I heard you last night," said Dudley breathlessly. "Talking in your sleep. Moaning."

"Ah well...wand still in your jeans?"

"There was a groan of bedsprings, and Harry's mattress descended a few inches as George sat down near his feet.
"So, got there yet?" said George eagerly.

"...screwing up her eyes each time with the same pained expression she had worn back in Harry's bedroom."

"He was rather taller than Snape, who, Harry noticed, had balled his fist in the pocket of his cloak over what Harry was sure was the handle of his wand."

"He was on all fours again on Snape's office floor."

''Yeah, Montague tried to do us during break," said George.
"What do you mean, 'tried'?" said Ron quickly.

"But whether James really did take off Snape's pants, Harry never found out."

Harry snorted. He walked around the room again, looking anywhere but at Ron and Hermione. "So what have you two been doing if you're not allowed in meetings?" he demanded. "You said you'd been busy."

"... every part of him screaming for release, Harry felt the creature use him again..."
(O___O)

"...which left Harry free to sit down on the grass between the beach and the bushes and watch the foursome under the tree."

"One more lesson like that and I might just do a Weasley."

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''What d'you mean, I'm not brave in bed?" said Harry, completely nonplussed.''

"I heard you last night," said Dudley breathlessly. "Talking in your sleep. Moaning."

"Ah well...wand still in your jeans?"

"There was a groan of bedsprings, and Harry's mattress descended a few inches as George sat down near his feet.
"So, got there yet?" said George eagerly.

"...screwing up her eyes each time with the same pained expression she had worn back in Harry's bedroom."

"He was rather taller than Snape, who, Harry noticed, had balled his fist in the pocket of his cloak over what Harry was sure was the handle of his wand."

"He was on all fours again on Snape's office floor."

''Yeah, Montague tried to do us during break," said George.
"What do you mean, 'tried'?" said Ron quickly.

"But whether James really did take off Snape's pants, Harry never found out."

Harry snorted. He walked around the room again, looking anywhere but at Ron and Hermione. "So what have you two been doing if you're not allowed in meetings?" he demanded. "You said you'd been busy."

"... every part of him screaming for release, Harry felt the creature use him again..."
(O___O)

"...which left Harry free to sit down on the grass between the beach and the bushes and watch the foursome under the tree."

"One more lesson like that and I might just do a Weasley."