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CHAT
dracomalvoi & parkinsy

⁻ dracomalvoi
pans

parkinsy ⁻
yes darling

⁻ dracomalvoi
guess who's being a massive fucking twat

parkinsy ⁻
weasel? granger? your man?

⁻ dracomalvoi
an unwanted guest, more like

parkinsy ⁻
enlighten me, would you?

⁻ dracomalvoi
she-weasel

parkinsy ⁻
the infamous cockblock herself

parkinsy ⁻
i fear that one day you'll get blue balls because of her impromptu presence dearie

⁻ dracomalvoi
harry would never let that happen

parkinsy ⁻
won't let what happen? won't let you have blue balls?

parkinsy ⁻
i heard he's bloody good in bed anyways, mind if i join you two sometimes? ;)

⁻ dracomalvoi
for god's sake, pansy, that's not what i meant,

⁻ dracomalvoi
what i meant is he won't let weaslette intervene between our relationship

⁻ dracomalvoi
and we are not inviting you for a threesome,  you nasty bint

parkinsy ⁻
you love me anyways

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After an hour of lavishing their meals between short conversations, they finally sat back on their seats, sated of the meals they just ate.

"The chicken was so delicious, oh Lord." Ron moaned, rubbing his clothed tummy.

"Ronald! Have some manners, will you?" Hermione clipped on, nudging Ron's side so he would sit straight.

"Manners? Isn't that word foreign to you, Weasley?" Draco snickered.

"I assure you love, I don't think he's ever learned what manners mean." Harry laughed along, rubbing the small of Draco's back as Ron chirped up with a playful, "Hey!"

And in midst of the chatters of four, no one really noticed what Ginny Weasley was doing.

Eyes trained on the four people, she stealthily pulled out the slim vial from her dress pocket.

Grasping it slightly in her hands, she was thankful that Harry's drink was positioned near her right side, so she could quickly dump the contents inside.

Her plan won't be foiled. She knew it.

Ever so slowly, she uncorked the little vial whilst biting her lips in mere frustration. She still kept her gaze on them, though, assuring herself that no one is looking over her way.

And in a swift and spontaneous second, she dumped the transparent love potion inside Harry's drink.

She could literally jump around in glee and cry on top of the mountains.

But really, as they said, glory is short lived.

"Hey, Harry, let me taste your drink, aye!" Ron piped up, nodding over his empty glass that he had chugged down with his chicken meal.

Oh, Ginny knew it's going to be wrong. Yet, she couldn't find herself to stop her brother, stunned.

Harry pushed his glass on Ron's way.

Oh no.

"Go ahead, mate. I think I'm gonna order another drink, that one was so sweet."  Harry said, already calling over an old waiter.

Oh no, not on a Goblin's twisted knickers is this going to happen.

Ron brought the glass to his lips, and swiftly swallowed it down. And all Ginny could do was shut her eyes in horror.

"Mmm, tastes odd." The ginger commented, smacking his lips together.

Ron's eyes slowly turned hazy, love-lusted almost, and a sudden goofy grin flew up his face.

And at that moment too, the old, moustached waiter showed up on Harry's side, with a quirk of his lips.

Ron Weasley stood up, and made his way towards the poor waiter, and began smacking his cheek with such vigorous passion, "Oh, how I love you!" He shrieked elatedly.

And really, this can't end well, Ginny thought, burying her face in her hands as a shocked Hermione made her way to separate Ron and the confused waiter.

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