Valentine's Day Drabble: Love & Vengeance
“Fifty Galleons she pretends she only stopped by to see Lavender,” Harry says, drumming his fingers.
“Not a chance.” Ron leans back on his chair to keep Hermione’s wandering gaze from finding his. “One hundred says she walks in, chickens out and demands to use Lavender’s restroom instead. Ten more if she scowls all the while.”
“Who needs enemies with a friend like you?” Blaise chuckles.
“I’ll take that action,” Theo smirks. “A thousand says she goes through with it and buys the most ridiculous bouquet in the shop.”
Harry side-eyes his boyfriend. It’s only been a month since they finally made it exclusive, and three weeks of it have passed simply coming to terms with the fact that their best friends have been dating a year in secret, and neither has known about it.
It only made sense to tell everyone else as well once they knew.
“She won’t even admit she’s seeing Malfoy,” Harry mutters, watching Hermione pace in front of the store.
“Draco does like grand displays,” Pansy hums.
“That’s what you find outrageous?” Ron snorts. “Not the thousand Galleons?”
“Shut the fuck up,” Ginny hisses, leaning forward. “She’s going in.”
Hermione hesitates by the peonies, fiddling with a stem, before Lavender corners her with a bright smile.
“She’s gonna bolt for the door,” Blaise chuckles.
“Oh, Merlin,” Pansy laughs, watching Lavender guide hermione behind the counter. “Weasley, you really do know your ex.”
Ron blushes. “We hardly—”
“Nope, she’s storming back out,” Ginny says, half-standing before Blaise yanks her down.
“You’d never survive in Slytherin, Red.”
“Who says I’d want to?” Ginny scowls but keeps her eyes on her friend.
“Oh, fuck,” Theo groans, sliding down in his seat. “Draco.”
Harry smirks, his fingers finding Theo’s. “Good thing we’re disillusioned.”
“How’d you know they’d be here tonight?” Ginny asks, scanning the darkening alley.
“I stole her planner.” Ron shrugs.
“White roses,” Pansy sighs, her gaze fixed on where Hermione stands looking particularly frazzled by Lavender’s line of questioning. “Granger is hopeless.”
“Is that…” Theo narrows his gaze. “Bird's-foot trefoils?”
“She’s going to make such an entertaining Lady Malfoy,” Blaise snorts, draining his glass of wine.
At the collective silence from the Gryffindors, he adds: “They symbolize vengeance.”
They all turn as Hermione exits, clutching her roses tightly. Draco steps forward, catching her gaze, and she hurries to hand him the bouquet. He grins, tucking the flowers under his arm before leaning in to wrap his arms around her.
“Ugh.” Ron grimaces. “Let me know when he’s done sticking his entire head down her throat.”
“Wait, where did—” Pansy starts but stops as her attention snags on Lavender, who steps out of her shop and walks across the cobbled expanse between them.
“Hermione said this is for you,” Lavender says, smirking as she sets the trefoils between their empty glasses. “The poem is heartfelt. Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Theo chuckles, nudging the bouquet away from him. “Who’s brave enough to open it?”
Harry and Ron shudder. “Not it.”
Tags: Valentine's Day, (Not-so-secret) Secret Relationship, Hermione Granger does Vengeance Like No Other, Dash of Nott-Pott
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