Blokes, Not Birds by Luvscharlie
"Going to the party alone, eh? You're a brave one."
Ron fastened his belt. "Why? What have you heard?"
Harry grinned. "Lavender Brown will be there."
"Bloody hell! Can't we just chock that sixth year thing up to a 'finding myself' phase? How many times do I have to tell her that I snog blokes now, not birds?"
Harry seemed to ponder it over. "She might. If you can say all of that before she launches her tongue down your throat."
"Go with me."
Harry leaned in and brushed the fringe from Ron's eyes. "I guess I could do that."
Fin.
A/N: Originally written for the harryron100 on Live Journal where the prompt was stag and the drabble must be exactly 100 words.
