give me the fic where hermione spends 3 weeks agonizing over whether she can lower herself to date a stoner & then she finally puffs herself up and goes to luna and is like ‘i am willing to smoke weed… for you.. to make this work…’ and luna’s like ‘oh thats nice but i dont smoke weed’
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