Round 3 - Peony - Size Doesn't Matter
3rd Place
"Come on, Granger, it can't be that bad."
Draco chuckles as he digs around in the blooms and leaves of Greenhouse number five. He hadn't meant to hex her. He's been trying to score points with the pretty witch for ages.
Unfortunately, he had been startled, thinking he was alone in the building. Acting on instinct, he had shot a vague polymorph spell her way. Whatever she'd been transfigured to had darted into a Peony bush and now refuses to come out.
"You witnessed my horrifying adventure as a ferret, if you recall. This can't be worse than that."
He spies a glimmer of movement, one heavy pink blossom dipping on its stem, and reaches toward it.
There, curled and crouched, is a pixie.
A very naked pixie with the face of Hermione Granger, blushing more pink than the flower itself.
And Draco laughs through a very amused smile. "Oh, dear me, but you seem to be in quite a state."
The tiny witch huffs, holding a petal to her front and glaring up at him, unable to process human speech but definitely letting her ire be known.
"Come out, and I'll dispel it." When she doesn't move, he sighs and explains, "If I do it here, you'll crush Longbottom's stupid flowers and probably wind up in the Infirmary."
Draco watches as she gingerly stands straight, bringing the flower petal with her and continuing to try to murder him with a look. Her wings flutter, and she hovers down to the pavers, modesty petal in place.
"You know, if I was so concerned about seeing under your knickers, I probably could have found a way when you were more than three inches tall." Which, of course, is a lie. He obviously hadn't managed it yet.
He flicks his wand and watches her grow back to normal height.
Unfortunately, he seems to have miscalculated, perhaps a bit too much arc on his swish, a stutter to his flick, and she is still quite naked, a flower petal basically large enough to hide her belly button clutched between her fingertips.
"Err.."
Skin still pink as the peonies, Granger squeaks at him and scrambles to crouch behind the bush. "Well, don't just stand there! Give me your robes!"
He does, though he could probably move faster. He's trying not to look, he really is, but Hermione fucking Granger is flushed and naked and Merlin's pants, she's fit.
He hands over the garment, eyes still wide as she snaps it away from him and wraps herself.
"I… sorry…"
"So you say," she sniffs as she turns to go. Draco panics in the face of her angry departure.
"Wait! That is… I'll need my robes back."
The witch stops and looks him over with scrutiny. He's trying very hard not to look like a starving man in a pastry shop, but imagines he must be failing when she tilts her head and smirks.
"Come get them."
He heels like a pup, following her lead.