Just to be totally tropy, here’s a prompt for a sex-pollen fic. Harry and Hermione are flirting, thirsty as hell and working their way around the edges of becoming a romantic couple (there should be no questions about how they feel about each other or whether or not they’d consent to having sex with each other). One day (for whatever reasons) they get stuck in the herbology greenhouse and can’t get out. Even better if this happens on a Hogsmeade weekend so it takes a while before the rest of their friends start looking for them.
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