Author: Meltha
Rating: PG
Feedback: Yes, thank you. Meltha
Spoilers: None really
Distribution: Fanfiction.net and the Bunny Warren. If you're interested, please let me know.
Summary: Draco hates plants, but they don't feel the same way.
Disclaimer: All characters are owned by J.K. Rowling, a wonderfully creative author whose characters I have borrowed for a completely profit-free flight of fancy. Kindly do not sue me, please, as I am terrified of you. Thank you.
Author Note: Written in response to the final challenge of round three in DRamione_ldws. This required use of the movie It's a Wonderful Life, exactly 250 words, Draco's POV, and gratitude.

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.