dial up the temperature

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
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dial up the temperature

slide your hand up my thigh at the dinner table, make me blush until hermione raises her
eyebrows at ron. tell me something scandalous in french, all the while knowing i can’t
understand anything but the heat in your eyes. look so pretty on your knees that i can’t help but
fall to mine.