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She snickered and hugged him. "It's okay, i know she likes you too, that's why she's always blushing and acting so shy with you."
The poor boy tripped on his feet, blushing wildly. [b "Would you keep your voice down! She could hear you!"] he looked around in a panic to ensure they weren't overheard.
She giggled and teased whispering. "You'd be able to use those skills on Ginny."
[b "I don't think The Boy Who Danced is as catchy of a name,"] Harry smirked, following her lead.
"don't worry stick with us and we'll turn you into a dancing machine." She teased and hugged him.
[b "You should be glad you can't feel me stepping on your toes,"] Harry winced as if he could feel the damage his heavy footsteps were causing as they spun each other around the dance floor.
Shadow keeva smiled and danced with Harry. "Come on."
The music grew louder as one of the twins charmed the gramophone's volume. [i "Less talking, more dancing!"] George ushered them away with playful shoves. [i "Make yourself regret how bad your hangover will be in the morning!"]
Shadow keeva didn't pay much attention and hugged him.
[i "What exactly is the rule for using this as blackmail? I feel like he owes us for keeping this secret between us,"] Hermione's eyes were wicked with mischief.
[i "I'd say unquestioned favours whenever we ask,"] Harry played along. [i "Washing our Quidditch uniforms by hand after practice, for example."]
"good boy." She chirped and smiled. She sipped her absinthe and smirked.
Seamus' face was nearly as red as the Weasley siblings' hair. He tried to stammer out an argument, but everything fell flat as he found nothing that could defend himself. Fred let the bottle go, following her orders to allow him one more drink. [i "I'd savour it, if I were you. Might be the last drink you have for a long time,"] he clapped Seamus on the shoulder.
"no, she did." She corrected and grinned. "I never made such a promise.... However... Freddie, let him have this one drink and then tomorrow wee Seamus can follow keeva around the school and do whatever she asks like a loyal Irish wolfhound..... Does that sound like a deal, wee lamb?"
The surrounding group made a collective groan of both second-hand embarrassment and pure disgust. [i "That's it! Seamus is cut off! There'll be no drunken boob grabbing for Mr Finnegan,"] Fred yanked the beer bottle from Seamus' hand.
[i "You said you wouldn't tell!"] Seamus fought to keep the drink in his clutches.
She grinned and said. "My fellow Irishman got a little too drunk and decided that the real me's breasts made good pillows and well...." She smirked and looked at seamus. "poor Seamus has been trying to make it up to her ever since."
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