The maktaba air was cold and quiet, and smelled like mould, but soon the air would be shattered. Ron snuck up behind Hermione and launched a kiss on her cheek. She screamed, shattering aforementioned air. Mission accomplished, Ron thought as he took the kiti, kiti cha beside her. He slipped his hand into hers, and pulled it up onto the table. "Whatcha reading?" He asked, but he already knew the answer. "A History of Magic" she said. Ron groaned. "Will.You.Ever.Stop? Read those Muggle books, the ones about the girl and the vampire!!" he insisted. "No, Ron. I refuse to read such a thing." Hermione stated....
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