’ ‘A story – for class. What kind of story was it?’ ‘No, not for class. It was an erotic story that I posted on the internet.’ ‘You’re...writing erotic stories. How?’ ‘Sure…I do it with a lot reading, some research and a lot of imagination.’ He chuckled, ‘After this weekend, I won’t have to depend so much on my imagination.’ He gave her quick kiss. ‘This has been better than anything I ever dreamed up or wrote about.’ ‘I knew you wanted to be writer, but you never told me about the stories.’ ‘I. “What exactly does that mean?”“I can see shapes,” Harry said, “but everything is blurry.”Ginny laughed as she stepped closer to Harry and said, “Maybe it would be better if you were wearing your glasses.”Ginny put Harry’s glasses on him as be blinked a couple of times and said, “You’re right. That’s much better.”At number twelve, Draco didn’t know how long he had been standing with his hand clasped around the knob to the library door, but he felt his stomach drop as his hand seemed to turn the. I tried to get the details out of her, but she said I would have to talk to my wife about those. I was kind of shocked at first but went about my day and decided to talk to my wife about it when I got home. I knew she had went to a friend's husband's birthday party there and her friend was someone she could get in trouble with. Heck, we almost had a threesome with her after after coming to our place after getting drunk at a bar. My wife wanted to bring a guy she met there, but I ultimately said. Something hidden." She looked around very slowly and then spoke again. "Stand and be very still. Take small, slow breaths." He looked at her intently, nodding his head in agreement. So far she had never been wrong.As he stood and watched, she reached into a very small purple pouch and pulled out a handful of powder. It was a fine powder, silver in color. She brought her hand to her lips and blew the fine powder into the air.The powder turned to a fine dust, which spiraled around them and all.