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"Yeah," George agreed, kicking off his own shoes and proceeding to tell Fred all about his own conversation about Hermione, as well as gently hinting again at how bad it was to be leading such a sweet young thing astray. "I'm exhausted, old boy. I'm going to bed." George entered their room and plopped onto the bed, not bothering to turn down the sheets.
"What?" Tara was tired and his words didn't seem to be making much sense to her, but she slowly came back to her senses. Professor Snape was looming in front of her, holding out parchments that looked all-to-familiar. And here she was standing in her summer nightgown, letting all the world see her legs and much of her chest.
"I... oh, thank you," she took the parchment from him, her hand brushing his. Tara jerked her hand away from his as if scalded. Her eyes leapt to his face to see if he too was reacting to her touch, and found that his face was quite flushed. Concern swept out any other emotion, and she found herself opening her door. "Professor, are you feeling alright? Do you need a seat?"
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