Oh Matilda ~ Drabble: D/Hr, Pg-13
Title: Oh Matilda
Rating: Pg-13
Prompt: Must be written from another character’s perspective.
Warnings: Insinuation and technical terms
Word Count: 499
Three weeks, thirteen dates, and thirty-three snogs ago, I was the apple of Draco Malfoy’s eye. Every day we’d spend hours talking about important social issues, like how pretty my leaves were and how much he hoped I’d flourish in the new flat. He worried immensely about my well being, always fussing about whether I was receiving enough sunshine or water. But my favorite part of the day was when he’d return home, shed his robes as he loosened his tie and ask me in the sweetest drawl, “Did you miss me whilst I was at work, Matilda?” I did, every day and I thrived under his tender care, my stalks reached heavenward and my red flowers bloomed bigger than usual. I wanted to be the most brilliant Fanged Geranium that he had ever owned. I liked being his pride and joy.
Then he decided to take up with that horrid witch with endlessly atrocious hair and he came home less. Even when he did, she was always with him. Laughing, flirting, touching. It was completely disgusting the way she used her womanly guile to turn my dearest Draco into a simpering love-sick clown. She even had him cooking for her, like a common house elf.
It was all too much for me to bear. This Hermione creature was stealing all of Draco’s attention from me and that wasn’t something I could tolerate. He was my human and I would not let him go without a fight. So I hissed as loudly as possible, using my large blooms in a chorus of indignation.
Her head turned, eyes large and I knew I had her attention. “What was that?”
Draco glanced at me briefly. “Matilda.”
Then the atrocious girl grinned at me as she moved nearer. I growled my displeasure, retracting my petals and baring my fangs.
Still she wasn’t deterred. The insipid woman had the gall to reach out and touch me! As if I was some common pet!
So I did what any plant in my situation would do. I bit her. Right on that bony finger.
She shrieked in surprise, yanking her hand away and Draco hurried to her side.
“I’d forgotten they bite,” the idiot witch murmured as he checked her wound. I could see two tiny red dots, but no blood, clearly I hadn’t bitten her hard enough.
Draco smiled at that awful Hermione, and then he kissed the marks. I was appalled and gasped my displeasure.
As their eyes met, I realized my mistake, and when their mouths connected, it was clear that I had only helped my beloved Draco in his attempt at pollination.
Because in a matter of seconds, they were a chaos of human limbs as they fumbled ungracefully to his bedroom where he was sure to use his stamen to spread pollen all over her stigma.
I wilted instantly. It was apparent that my envious behavior only brought them closer, and I had handed Hermione the victory of Draco’s affection.
Rating: Pg-13
Prompt: Must be written from another character’s perspective.
Warnings: Insinuation and technical terms
Word Count: 499
Three weeks, thirteen dates, and thirty-three snogs ago, I was the apple of Draco Malfoy’s eye. Every day we’d spend hours talking about important social issues, like how pretty my leaves were and how much he hoped I’d flourish in the new flat. He worried immensely about my well being, always fussing about whether I was receiving enough sunshine or water. But my favorite part of the day was when he’d return home, shed his robes as he loosened his tie and ask me in the sweetest drawl, “Did you miss me whilst I was at work, Matilda?” I did, every day and I thrived under his tender care, my stalks reached heavenward and my red flowers bloomed bigger than usual. I wanted to be the most brilliant Fanged Geranium that he had ever owned. I liked being his pride and joy.
Then he decided to take up with that horrid witch with endlessly atrocious hair and he came home less. Even when he did, she was always with him. Laughing, flirting, touching. It was completely disgusting the way she used her womanly guile to turn my dearest Draco into a simpering love-sick clown. She even had him cooking for her, like a common house elf.
It was all too much for me to bear. This Hermione creature was stealing all of Draco’s attention from me and that wasn’t something I could tolerate. He was my human and I would not let him go without a fight. So I hissed as loudly as possible, using my large blooms in a chorus of indignation.
Her head turned, eyes large and I knew I had her attention. “What was that?”
Draco glanced at me briefly. “Matilda.”
Then the atrocious girl grinned at me as she moved nearer. I growled my displeasure, retracting my petals and baring my fangs.
Still she wasn’t deterred. The insipid woman had the gall to reach out and touch me! As if I was some common pet!
So I did what any plant in my situation would do. I bit her. Right on that bony finger.
She shrieked in surprise, yanking her hand away and Draco hurried to her side.
“I’d forgotten they bite,” the idiot witch murmured as he checked her wound. I could see two tiny red dots, but no blood, clearly I hadn’t bitten her hard enough.
Draco smiled at that awful Hermione, and then he kissed the marks. I was appalled and gasped my displeasure.
As their eyes met, I realized my mistake, and when their mouths connected, it was clear that I had only helped my beloved Draco in his attempt at pollination.
Because in a matter of seconds, they were a chaos of human limbs as they fumbled ungracefully to his bedroom where he was sure to use his stamen to spread pollen all over her stigma.
I wilted instantly. It was apparent that my envious behavior only brought them closer, and I had handed Hermione the victory of Draco’s affection.