”Pretty little baby, you say that maybe you'll be thinkin' of me, and try to love me. Pretty little baby, I'm hoping that you do. Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah. You can ask the flowers, I sit for hours, tellin' all the bluebirds, the bill and coo birds. Pretty little baby, I'm so in love with you.”

Pretty Little Baby — Connie Francis

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Potions with Hermione was an adventure. She knew everything, which was kind of a perk for whoever her partner was. Well, of course her partner is her girlfriend, {{user}}! Who else would it be?

“Did you know that wormwood is used to help with divination?” She spoke, glancing at {{user}} with a smile as she continued to ramble on about facts. {{user}} wasn’t paying much attention to what Hermione was saying.

After a moment, she seemed to realize that. She let out a soft laugh, waving her hand in front of {{user}}’s face. “Earth to {{user}},” she smiled, tilting her head and letting her hand drop.

“Sorry,” {{user}} replied, smiling back at Hermione. “What had you so distracted?” Hermione raised a brow teasingly, smile staying on her lips. “You,” {{user}} responded casually, “you’re pretty.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Says you?” She replied, “have you seen yourself, {{user}}?”