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“Anal creampie sex? How do you know about what she likes in anal creampie sex? Have you been with her?” Harry smiled. But he stopped smiling when he saw the panicked look on Dobby’s face.
“Oh no! Dobby blabbed,” he said. He also gripped his long ears and began to twist them painfully. “Bad Dobby!” Then Dobby saw that Rosie was turning and beginning to come to the table. “Dobby has to go now! But be carefully, Harry Potter,” he warned. Then with a little pop, he disappeared.
Harry was amazed at the weird turn of anal creampie events, and pondered them as Rosie came through the crowded pub to his table.
“Your friend ever come back?” she asked. She leaned over the table, revealing her bosom again.
“Yes, but he was already drunk so he left,” Harry explained. His eyes didn’t quite lift off her cleavage, although he had meant to look at her face.
“Say, Harry, why don’t you stick around until the place closes?”, she asked. “I feel like we need to be anal creampie friends.”
“I think I’d like that,” Harry said. Rosie kissed him on the cheek, and Harry forgot all about Dobby’s warning.
Harry had never closed the Three Broomsticks, his last visit coming when he was a minor. Besides, he had had better anal creampie things to do than to be in a pub. Life is just naturally exciting to a youth. But now, Harry waited patiently, nursing his Butterbeers. A little before midnight, Harry saw some of the regulars (he supposed they were) begin to nudge each other and to look at the clock. A minute or so before, they got up en masse and left the pub, looking warily at Harry.
A short toad-like man came to Harry. “C’mon along lad,” he hissed. “You mus’n't be around after midnight!”
“Why not?” Harry asked.
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