Chapter 19

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scary mf 👺: i feel like
im dying

You: why bae

scary mf 👺: cramps

You: want some muggle
pills?

scary mf 👺: nah i'm just
gonna like die

ferret w daddy issues 👩‍🦯: Oh
come on. How fucking bad
can cramps really be?

scary mf 👺: stfu

ferret w daddy issues 👩‍🦯: no bc
you girls are probably
all overreacting

daph: stfu draco

You: just bc you have a small
dick doesn't mean
you have to act like a bigger
one to make up for it

mione 🤓: okay pop of y/n

fatass 🍗: come on draco
even i know not
to say that

scary mf 👺: okay yk what

scary mf 👺: anyone who thinks
"cramps aren't that bad" and
"women are overreacting" meet me
in the ror

(ROR = room of requirements)

stupid duck #1: can i come
even if i think cramps are painful

scary mf 👺: sure

scary mf 👺: and i want
all the girls there

You: is the thing
we used on ron???

scary mf 👺: yes.

fatass 🍗: BAHAHA GOOD
LUCK GUYS

chosen one ⚡️: RIP THAT
DRACO AYYYY

You: NWHEKDMSJ
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By the time we, Ginny, Hermione, Pansy, Daphne, the Patil twins, and I, reached the room of requirements, Draco, the Weasley twins, Ron, Harry, Theo, and Blaise, were already waiting for us on one of the seats.

"Are we ready to get this party started?" Ginny asks playfully, raising her hands to show a small machine with wires coming out of it.

"That looks like a torture machine," Ron points out.

"Because it is," I smile.

"Okay, Draco," Ginny motions for him to stand, "ready?"

Draco scoffs, "please, I was born ready."

Parvati and I make eye contact and roll our eyes.

"Draco," Astoria shoots him a sarcastic smile, "shut the fuck up."

"Okay, so can you pull your shirt up a little bit so I can stick this baby on," Ginny asks, walking towards him.

"Can you explain the thingy first," the blond asks.

"Fine," she rolls her eyes, "this is a cramp simulator. I stick the little white, bandaid-looking things into you, and then a start the bigger silver thing that's in my hand, and you feel cramp-like feelings in your lower abdomen." she explains, pointing to the parts.

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