

Brush Part One"No, Hermione!" barked Ron finally, slamming his fist on the table.Brush Part One
"You are not my father, Ronald!" She shouted back. Her eyes were filled with angry tears and were trained on him in fury and frustration.
"It's not safe, Hermione." Harry stated evenly. He was trying desperately to make his understand.
"Harry, I don't give a damn. You two are my friends. You will not treat me like a little girl! I can handle myself!"
"Like you handled yourself in second year?" Ron snarled. Both Hermione's and Harry's mouths fell open.
"Ron." Harry growled warningly.
"How dare you?!
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