“Why didn’t you get on the train?”“I’m staying here for Christmas, Weasley,” Malfoy responded. “As if that’s any of your business.”�...�I think it is my business if you’re going to be in the castle,” Ron said suppressing his flaring anger.“I know you think I was the one who attacked Granger, Weasley,” Malfoy said.“Didn’t you?” Ron asked.“I must say that it didn’t distress me that much,” Malfoy said with a sneer, “but I wasn’t the one who did it. I was in the library at the time. Ginny can tell you. Soon enough, she had lips. Her creator came to her every day upon waking and stayed late into the night until collapsing in exhaustion. When he touched Galatea, she felt what he felt, but had no context for it. Mostly, she felt the smooth marble of her own skin under his rough, callused hands. Behind it, she felt a gnawing hunger in his belly and a worrisome flickering of his lifeforce as he ate and drank only enough to keep himself going. Some days, he slept at her feet, his devotion not. We should be able to keep anywhere between thirty-five to fifty head of beef stock to butcher and ship each year if we do this right. That should give us a decent income for the foreseeable future."I had some extra milk to sell and went by the market. There were people there who wanted milk and took my two five gallon cans from me and gave me two empty ones. It seemed that one of the other farmers who had been bringing milk in every day for years had decided to retire. I was asked if I might. The noise and smell were incredible - testosterone heaven with a soundtrack of grunts and groans. I had hands on my tits and cocks pressed against my arse. Ooh, I love all that.The champagne was flowing courtesy of Rob. That’s right, Rob. Totally out of character but I’m not one to question his motives. Everyone had a glass. Saskia and I had two. We raised them as the countdown began. Ten…nine…I can’t describe the excitement. It was more intense than last year. The ‘seventeen’ lined up in the.