Ficlet: Botany or Anatomy? (Dramione PG)
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dramione_ldws, and I managed to pull third place overall from 24 original competitors. This makes me happy. :)
We needed to write two drabbles this week, one with the inspiration of It's a Wonderful Life, exactly 250 words, Draco's POV, and involving gratitude. This is what I came up with (including a major nod to Mary getting stuck in the hydrangea bushes on the way home from Bedford Falls High School graduation dance, a scene that always kinds of stuns me with how shocking it was for the time period).
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. No profit is made from this piece of fanfiction.
Botany or Anatomy
No Malfoy has ever needed help. However, none of my ancestors was trapped starkers inside a hydrangea. Sprout sent me to greenhouse ten, and when I got here this demented plant ripped my clothes off and pulled me into its branches. It also knocked my wand out the window, so I’m helpless. This day can’t get worse.
“Draco? Where are you?”
I stand corrected.
“Get out, Granger!” I yell.
Too late. She’s already noticed my pants hanging off the crossbeams.
“Are you… um, alone?” she says.
“Just me and this extremely randy bush!” I finally admit.
“That’s Hydrangealis Aphroditus,” she says, snickering. “Considering the entire class is coming here in five minutes, you’ve got a problem.”
“You’re joking,” I say, going cold, and the bush pinches my backside.
“No. I just finished my work sooner. They’re on their way,” she says, grinning evilly.
This is the stuff of nightmares! Okay, there’s obviously only one thing to do.
“Hermione, will you please help me?” I ask, humiliated.
Her grin fades, and then, thank Merlin, she stupefies the plant and summons my clothes. Averting her gaze, she hangs them on the bush and turns around. I dress quickly, and the second I’m done both houses walk in the door.
I slip into the group, but I manage to catch Hermione’s eye. Checking no one is looking, I mouth the words “thank you.”
She smiles, looks left and right, then her lips form the words, “nice arse.”
I’m going to kill that plant.
dramione_ldws, and I managed to pull third place overall from 24 original competitors. This makes me happy. :)We needed to write two drabbles this week, one with the inspiration of It's a Wonderful Life, exactly 250 words, Draco's POV, and involving gratitude. This is what I came up with (including a major nod to Mary getting stuck in the hydrangea bushes on the way home from Bedford Falls High School graduation dance, a scene that always kinds of stuns me with how shocking it was for the time period).
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. No profit is made from this piece of fanfiction.
No Malfoy has ever needed help. However, none of my ancestors was trapped starkers inside a hydrangea. Sprout sent me to greenhouse ten, and when I got here this demented plant ripped my clothes off and pulled me into its branches. It also knocked my wand out the window, so I’m helpless. This day can’t get worse.
“Draco? Where are you?”
I stand corrected.
“Get out, Granger!” I yell.
Too late. She’s already noticed my pants hanging off the crossbeams.
“Are you… um, alone?” she says.
“Just me and this extremely randy bush!” I finally admit.
“That’s Hydrangealis Aphroditus,” she says, snickering. “Considering the entire class is coming here in five minutes, you’ve got a problem.”
“You’re joking,” I say, going cold, and the bush pinches my backside.
“No. I just finished my work sooner. They’re on their way,” she says, grinning evilly.
This is the stuff of nightmares! Okay, there’s obviously only one thing to do.
“Hermione, will you please help me?” I ask, humiliated.
Her grin fades, and then, thank Merlin, she stupefies the plant and summons my clothes. Averting her gaze, she hangs them on the bush and turns around. I dress quickly, and the second I’m done both houses walk in the door.
I slip into the group, but I manage to catch Hermione’s eye. Checking no one is looking, I mouth the words “thank you.”
She smiles, looks left and right, then her lips form the words, “nice arse.”
I’m going to kill that plant.
