8. rhiannonmr prompted me with the drabble title and flowers.
Potions for Dummies (PG-13; Snarry; 150 words)
He'd had to confiscate the book for several reasons: it had revealed magic to Muggles, it had been written by a Squib (so much of that "magic" was flawed to dangerousness), and it had been full of romantic ideas that Harry wanted to explore further. Of course, he probably shouldn't have experimented with them in Severus' lab, given how distant his lover had been of late.
"Oh, fuck," Harry whispered, looking around the room.
The cauldrons were full of "experiment"; petals and stems and leaves—flowers flowed out of each vessel and just kept coming.
"He's going to kill me."
The sound of a growling purr startled Harry, inasmuch as it was coming from above his left ear.
"Not before I take your first suggestion," Severus said, taking Harry in a pile of flora until they were both redolent of an impromptu perfume.
Harry decided he wasn't so dumb after all.