With all her friends on the Gryffindor team, Hermione joined the wild Quidditch parties. Swept up in the excitement, she kissed one guy… then another… until she lost count. The next day, she blamed the Butterbeer—though she hadn’t had a sip. -ero
Its not my fault your girl prefers a nice, thick, orcish gock over whatever you've got going on. You've got to admit though, she looks happier with me doesnt she? (Adoohay)