All the prophecies in the department of mysteries say I belong with you.
I can go 8 courses. And I'm not talking about food.
Of all the butts in all the locker rooms, well, yours is way better.
There's also a bag called my pussy and he can put his clubs in there.
Thats not candy cane in my pocket. I'm just happy to see you.
I will love you until I forget who you are.
I'm a lion: Meow.
I wanna stick my half-blood prince inside your chamber of secrets, and release the prisoner of azkaban to give you the deathly hallows.
Let's just skip the fight and go right to the make-up sex.
If I ever accidentally invite you on the date, please don't take it personally.