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She took a needle and she injected the rest of her squirt back into her arm. They were standing under the mistletoe. Harry and Ron were locked in a close embrace and kissing fiercely as though glued together. But then, Harry's stomach gave a funny jolt. He felt a sick swooping in his belly. His heart was hammering very fast. He took deep breaths, willing himself not to vomit all over Ron.
Sweating slightly while kissing with Ron, he began to projectile vomit into the back of Ron's throat loudly, which sounded like: As she wiped her face with her sleeve as she spoke, "Noooo, not spew! I don't much fancy vomit". Instead, Hermione came on Harry and Ron, who were twerking for the fun of it, shaking their buttocks, grinding on each other's dicks like a couple of fags. And then Snape came in, farting down the corridor, and he fucked the shit out of them, like this: It had been Harry's best Christmas Day ever.
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