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He was crouched behind one of the armchairs in the Griffindor common room, his legs aching almost as much as the bulge in his trousers. It was late, and only a few candles remained spluttering around the room, the rest long burnt down and extinguished. Occasionally, a flare of red late would illuminate the room as Harry’s wand released a few red sparks as he tapped it against his leg to slow the shakes in his hand. It was the night before an exam, so he knew Hermione would be down in the library, staying long past everyone else, so he continued to let the minutes creep past as he lied in…
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