“Oh Hagrid, do it, rape my asshole, oh oh oh. xxx …burn my butthole, Hagrid OW! The fireplace seemed to make the room feel unusually hot to him as the three cherubs wriggled their bodies against his, their arms massaging his huge body over his rough wool shirt, their legs, all smooth and white, peeking out from under their Gryffindor skirts, rubbing against his legs. Let us show you how much you mean to us.” Leaning in closely, Hagrid could taste peppermint and spice on her lips as the young girl tenderly kissed her giant teacher, her lips like rose petals on his own thick, cracked ones. Ginny, puffing as if she’d run a marathon, lay straddled on his upper belly, her head resting on Hagrid’s fluffy beard.




















