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lightofdaye) wrote2024-04-25 10:58 pm
lightofdaye) wrote2024-04-25 10:58 pm
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Drabble: Three Words (Harry/Romilda)
Title: Three Words
Rating: PG-13
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter/Romilda Vane
Word Count: 1 x 100
Content: love potions, humour
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Romilda wants to hear those words, however she makes it happen.
A/n: One of those were tagging it kinda of spoils the surprise. Ah well. This was written for Prompt #490: "Amortentia" at![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
harry100. It's cliché I expect but I haven't written it before.
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The hotel room was opulent and Romilda Vane tugged Harry Potter into it, a besotted expression on his face. Second time was the charm, Romilda thought.
"Oh, Harry," Romilda simpered.
"Yes, my dear?" Harry said.
"Say it for me," Romilda said. "Those three words every women longs to hear."
"Of course, sweetness. Nothing would make me happier, petal"
He was rooting around in his pocket for something.
"Well?" Romilda said, cocking her head to the side in sudden concern.
Harry took his hand out of his pocket in it was a bottle labelled "Amortentia: Antidote"
"You're nicked, sunshine." He said
Rating: PG-13
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter/Romilda Vane
Word Count: 1 x 100
Content: love potions, humour
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Romilda wants to hear those words, however she makes it happen.
A/n: One of those were tagging it kinda of spoils the surprise. Ah well. This was written for Prompt #490: "Amortentia" at
harry100. It's cliché I expect but I haven't written it before. - - -
The hotel room was opulent and Romilda Vane tugged Harry Potter into it, a besotted expression on his face. Second time was the charm, Romilda thought.
"Oh, Harry," Romilda simpered.
"Yes, my dear?" Harry said.
"Say it for me," Romilda said. "Those three words every women longs to hear."
"Of course, sweetness. Nothing would make me happier, petal"
He was rooting around in his pocket for something.
"Well?" Romilda said, cocking her head to the side in sudden concern.
Harry took his hand out of his pocket in it was a bottle labelled "Amortentia: Antidote"
"You're nicked, sunshine." He said
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