Ach, well... I'm not happy enough with this one-shot to post it anywhere else but here. I think it's the monkey references. They make me laugh, but are otherwise pointless :) So enjoy the fluffy Ron/Pansy fest.
The note read: Fuck. You know I love you, right? All that girly shit and stuff? So meet me in the lesser greenhouse at five. JFF.
Seamus cocked his head at the paper, turned it upside-down, but it still said the same nonsense. “This isn’t a proposition, is it?” he asked warily, because Finch-Fletchly was nearly his best mate and all, ‘sides Ron, but he didn’t really want to... touch him or anything. It was Finch-Fletchly.
bored
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