Fleamont Potter meeting Euphemia Constantine at hogwarts but is busy creating too many potions to be bothered with whether or not she has feelings for him.
"She can't possibly fancy me, we haven't spoken a word to each other!"
"Bollocks. You talk every night in the library about bloody potions."
"'Bloody potions?!' If it weren't for potions we wouldn't have half the-"
"-remedies and spells and whatnot that we have today, yes, I know Monty, now just go snog her already!"
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Fanfiction"Potter, you have to be the most oblivious person I have ever met." "What do you mean?" "How could you not see that the love of your life is standing right in front of you?" In which a student is too infatuated by potions to realize that a charming...
