A/N: Written belatedly for Arianna for the GGE2021. Hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: Drug use


The witch was supposed to collect her stash and leave. Smoking in situ was risky. Pansy did not want to jeopardise her business if Professor Sprout caught trails of the tell-tale whiff at the back of the greenhouse. But Weasley insisted on sampling the quality before paying.

What made Pansy herself partake, she couldn't say. But somehow, she ended up with a flower crown atop her inky bob, fanning herself with Laughus Leaf. And her athletic, nude Gryffindor customer sprawled beside her, popping raspberries into each of their mouths.

Eighth year was shaping up to be worth it after all.