PansyLavender, prompt: yarrow.


"For you," a voice whispered in Lavender's ear as a handful of flowers were thrust in front of her eyes.

Lavender smiled and sniffed the flowers, turning around with a grin. Pansy looked grim, resigned, like she always did when doing something romantic, but Lavender could see right through her.

"Daisies?" she asked.

"Yarrow," Pansy replied with a sneer, and Lavender smiled.

"Thank you."

Pansy grimaced. "Well, they were there, and they were too happy and ruining my mood," she whined. Lavender rolled her eyes. "So I decided to cut their lives -" Lavender grabbed her collar and kissed her.

Pansy turned red and looked around urgently. "Oh, is that Potions? Lucky you, I am top of the class!"

"Draco's top of the class. And then Hermione."

Pansy glared at her. "Well, I don't see either of them here helping you!"

Lavender laughed. "I'm sorry. Proceed, Oh Brilliant One."

Pansy smirked. "Thank you."