Prompt Forty-Eight: Flowers
-I am getting better at doing like, real drabbles. One hundred words an all that.
Also, I am pretty much caught up with updates, so I probably won't be spamming your inboxes again anytime soon.
Enjoy.
Flowers... Draco sighed. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought that someday he would be out buying flowers for Ginny Weasley. He grimaced. Flowers.
He sighed and looked up at the botanist. "What would you suggest?"
She smiled. She had bright blue hair and purple eyes. Strange things, Muggles... "What is the occasion?"
"I need to apologize to my girlfriend," he admitted, dropping his head in shame.
"Ah," she said knowingly. "White tulips are most likely your best bet. They mean forgiveness." She smiled at him.
"Give me a dozen," he muttered.
