Harry Potter Gone Wild

You would never know by looking at my – my long legs, my classy wardrobe, my sultry eyes – but I do have a slightly dorky side. In fact, I will admit something here:

I love Harry Potter books.

And I am counting down the days to the release of the 7th – and final – installment.

I may be a college graduate with a slight sex addiction/desire to write about it, but even I need a little innocent fiction now and then (except replace “now and then” with “I have read every Harry Potter book multiple times.”)

I also used to be quite obsessed with the movies (even though they are not even remotely as good as the books. Seriously, not even in the same league. It is like comparing sex with book reports) until I recently came across this little bit of information:

Does this bother anyone else? Does anyone else out there find it slightly difficult to go and watch this guy in a children’s movie? He is no longer a childhood hero, but a sexin’ stud muffin. I don’t know about you, but I find it hard to believe in the Harry Potter character when he is playing by someone who says, “”Girls who want to go out with me just because I’m famous has never been a problem. I’m 17. I don’t care.”

I feel dirty. Harry Potter is supposed to ride on broomsticks and beat up villains. Harry Potter is not supposed to be having sex with groupies!

I am starting to think that the 7th book will not bring Harry Potter’s demise, but rather a shot gun wedding or the wizard equivalent to child support.