I don't own HP.


"Hannah?" Pansy had approached her after everyone else had left the office.

"Yeah?" the blonde said, turning around.

"I... I know you're not my Pal-entine but... I got this for you." Pansy said and held out a cookbook. She looked away, fearful of Hannah's reaction.

Hannah took the book and examined it. "The Herb and Flower Cookbook," she read thoughtfully.

"Yeah, it's how to incorporate flowers into your dishes," Pansy replied, "I saw it in the shop and thought it might work because it's nearly spring and you know, flowers, and things."

Hannah broke into a wide grin. "This is great, Pansy. Thank you so much!" she opened up her arms and hugged her tightly. One thing that Hannah was good at besides cooking, was hugs. Her hugs were always real and genuine and made people feel welcome.

"No problem," Pansy smiled softly.

"Happy Pal-entine's Day, Pansy. I can't wait to read it!"

Pansy still thought Pal-entine's was a stupid name, but it was starting to grow on her.

"Happy Pal-entine's Day, Hannah."