 Dragonhide gloves Viva Buymoria! Love you Twin!
16. Dragonhide gloves
He hefted the huge pot onto the greenhouse table and watched as Pomona pruned some brown leaves and carefully put them in the envelope he’d brought. Her fingers curled deftly around the fanged blossoms, rubbing the petals slightly to placate the carnivorous plant.
Dragonhide gloves never looked so good; smooth pink skin of a chubby arm peeking between the cuff and her sleeve…
He gasped and reminded himself never to inhale too deeply near Hermione Granger’s cauldron during lessons again. If her Friendliness potion did this, he’d hate to see how smelling a more serious potion might affect him.
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