A/N: Thank you This is me celebrating the fact that this drabble series got over 30k+ hit. :)
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One must wonder, do I write fluff and only fluff? It seems that way. Also the reviewer award at the 100th review. Enjoy.
Harry was exhausted. He was covered in dirt, sweat and Merlin knows what. This is the last time he would visit Neville and end up helping him with his plants. Especially since the more dangerous and rare the plants were, the more Neville loved them.
And much like Professor Sprout, he seemed to prefer Dragon dung as a fertiliser. The smell left much – so much, to be desired. In short, Harry was exhausted, smelled like a weird mixture of plants and Dragon dung; this is not a very attractive scent if you ask him – or anyone for that matter, hopefully Sherlock wouldn't see him like that.
And as luck would have it, Sherlock wasn't around to see or smell him, or so Harry thought.
Thanking Kreacher for preparing the bath, Harry trudged till he reached the bathroom.
"Harry?" Sherlock asked, turning to see who opened the door.
Harry could only roll his eyes, face palm and curse his luck before getting into the shower.