La, 'Tis the Parkinson ExpressLa! 'Tis the Parkinson Express!Some days, Ron Weasley wondered if he were going to murder his wife. He'd be driven to it, of course, and the judge and jury, upon hearing his justification, would mumble and murmur and nod and agree with his absolutely understandable reason for smothering his delightfully wonderful really-sounding-like-a-steamtrain-going-by wife in the dead of night with a pillow full of down and fluff and smelling like they'd just had sex. Because they had. Multiple times. Which may explain the snoring like the Hogwarts express as she fell asleep with her head tilted back from where the pillow supported her shoulders and not
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