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They aren't mine. Just playing.
Harry has a note from the teacher
“Psst! Hermione! What does ‘lubricious’ mean?”
“Harry! Shhh!” She used her furious Library whisper.
“I think it means ‘slippery,’ mate.” Ron waggled his brows. Harry blushed a vivid pink.
“Why?” asked Ron, snatching the parchment from Harry’s hand. Ron studied it, a smirk spreading across his mouth. “Give. Me. That. Now.” Harry grabbed for it, trying to sound menacing. Ron gracefully spun away, not willing to give up this prize.
Ron cleared his throat: “Mister Potter,” he intoned in a mocking baritone. “See to it that you get your lubricious arse to my office on time for this evening's detention.”