Drabble: Wrong Signals (Draco/Hermione)
Title: Wrong Signals
Author: sarahyyy
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: Pansy, Draco/Hermione
Word Count: 453
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
Prompt: For the prompt "pink carnations" for the VRD Challenge over at 5_prompts.
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Pansy looked Draco straight in the eye, her jaw slack with surprise. “You did not.”
He looked confused. “Did not what?”
Pansy scoffed and pressed her wrist to her forehead in dramatic mock-faint. “Oh, the almighty genius doesn’t even know what he did wrong!”
Draco scowled. “Cut the crap, Pans. What did I do wrong?”
“You honestly do not know,” Pansy’s words came out half like a question and half like mocking statement. Draco decided that the best course of action was to ignore her ridicule and get to the bottom of things first.
“Well?” he demanded.
“Well…” Pansy drawled, smirking slightly, “You asked a girl out with a bouquet of pink carnations. Do you see the problem?”
Draco’s brows furrowed and Pansy sighed deeply. “Narcissa, Merlin bless the woman for having to bear with you, would be the perfect recipient of a bouquet of pink carnations, but not anyone else. Do you know why?”
Draco snapped his fingers in enlightenment. “I know what you’re trying to tell me - only give pink carnations to women whom I’m absolutely certain adore pink.”
Pansy moaned in desperation. “You are hopeless, Draco, hopeless!”
“Well, you’re not exactly helping, are you?” he snapped, pouting.
“Pink carnations are emblems of Mother’s Day. The pink carnation is a symbol of a mother’s undying love,” Pansy explain, exasperated at the wizard before her, “By giving your love interest pink carnations, you are sending the wrong signals. Very wrong signals.”
Draco’s eyes widened. “Not everyone knows that, right?”
“We’re talking about the girl who has probably read every single book available to mankind and maybe more. I’ll take my risks and say that she knows,” Pansy concluded with a smirk.
“Good Merlin,” Draco breathed, “So essentially, by giving her pink carnations I-”
“Thanked her for putting up with your incredibly childish behaviour at work with the care and the love that a mother would give her son?” Pansy seemed to be amused by the situation now, “Well, essentially, yes.”
“How do I fix this, Pans?” Draco asked urgently.
Pansy sighed. “Do I really have to teach you from scratch?”
Draco shrugged.
“Well to sum it all up for you,” Pansy began, “When it comes to flowers, all you have to remember is a simple rhyme: Roses are great, red or white would do; Carnations are no-nos, please get a clue.”
Draco gave her a look. “Are you mocking me?”
“Gee, I don’t know, Draco, you tell me,” was Pansy’s sarcastic reply.
Draco rolled his eyes at her. “I don’t know why I put up with you.”
Pansy grinned. “Because I’m awesome, that’s why,” she sipped at her tea, “Now get out of my house and go get Granger some red roses.”
Author: sarahyyy
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: Pansy, Draco/Hermione
Word Count: 453
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
Prompt: For the prompt "pink carnations" for the VRD Challenge over at 5_prompts.
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Pansy looked Draco straight in the eye, her jaw slack with surprise. “You did not.”
He looked confused. “Did not what?”
Pansy scoffed and pressed her wrist to her forehead in dramatic mock-faint. “Oh, the almighty genius doesn’t even know what he did wrong!”
Draco scowled. “Cut the crap, Pans. What did I do wrong?”
“You honestly do not know,” Pansy’s words came out half like a question and half like mocking statement. Draco decided that the best course of action was to ignore her ridicule and get to the bottom of things first.
“Well?” he demanded.
“Well…” Pansy drawled, smirking slightly, “You asked a girl out with a bouquet of pink carnations. Do you see the problem?”
Draco’s brows furrowed and Pansy sighed deeply. “Narcissa, Merlin bless the woman for having to bear with you, would be the perfect recipient of a bouquet of pink carnations, but not anyone else. Do you know why?”
Draco snapped his fingers in enlightenment. “I know what you’re trying to tell me - only give pink carnations to women whom I’m absolutely certain adore pink.”
Pansy moaned in desperation. “You are hopeless, Draco, hopeless!”
“Well, you’re not exactly helping, are you?” he snapped, pouting.
“Pink carnations are emblems of Mother’s Day. The pink carnation is a symbol of a mother’s undying love,” Pansy explain, exasperated at the wizard before her, “By giving your love interest pink carnations, you are sending the wrong signals. Very wrong signals.”
Draco’s eyes widened. “Not everyone knows that, right?”
“We’re talking about the girl who has probably read every single book available to mankind and maybe more. I’ll take my risks and say that she knows,” Pansy concluded with a smirk.
“Good Merlin,” Draco breathed, “So essentially, by giving her pink carnations I-”
“Thanked her for putting up with your incredibly childish behaviour at work with the care and the love that a mother would give her son?” Pansy seemed to be amused by the situation now, “Well, essentially, yes.”
“How do I fix this, Pans?” Draco asked urgently.
Pansy sighed. “Do I really have to teach you from scratch?”
Draco shrugged.
“Well to sum it all up for you,” Pansy began, “When it comes to flowers, all you have to remember is a simple rhyme: Roses are great, red or white would do; Carnations are no-nos, please get a clue.”
Draco gave her a look. “Are you mocking me?”
“Gee, I don’t know, Draco, you tell me,” was Pansy’s sarcastic reply.
Draco rolled his eyes at her. “I don’t know why I put up with you.”
Pansy grinned. “Because I’m awesome, that’s why,” she sipped at her tea, “Now get out of my house and go get Granger some red roses.”