#wormjuice

fresh worm juice,

farmed daily & it’s organic!

tagged by the incomparable @aibidil - thank you ❤︎ ❤︎ - I hope Ron gets his tea eventually the good egg that he is!

Rules: Include the first line from a WIP, and tag as many people as there are words. (I’m cheating ‘cos I did this meme a little back - so just to prove I am working on the never-updated Worm Juice here is the current first paragraph of the next chapter.)

Bloody ridiculous to want Waterlilies and Siam Tulips for your wedding flowers, especially during winter. In Ireland. But apparently Seamus only liked ‘purple-y’ flowers and Dean needed the flower to ‘represent to solidity of his and Seamus’ relationship as well as the ‘wet heat of their love’ which. Well. As admirable as Draco is sure that is as a sentiment, they'd been words that Draco didn’t need to hear Millicent Bulstrode say ever, in any universe. 

But Millicent has used her no-nonsense personality and ability to create order-within-chaos to become a well-respected party planner. She’d been, at quite short notice Draco understands, hired by Seamus and Dean to plan their wedding, and since she made this startling proclamation through Draco’s Floo two months ago, half of Draco’s favourite green house has been growing a vast number of tropical flowers.

Your mid-twenties are as good a time as any to have a bit of a delayed breakdown. Maybe take up an interest in gardening. Maybe take up an interest in your arch nemesis..

Harry isn’t sure what he’s doing; Draco has built a home and a business on the ruins of his old one and isolation; Pansy is back in town; Luna is dying her clothes with Parvati’s tea; Blaise is the most suave & handsome rock of a friend & business partner a partially exiled wizard can depend upon; Neville can never catch a good moment to have a chat with Harry but despite that is constantly changing the poor guy’s life and Hermione and Ron, well, just as always, thank Merlin for Hermione and Ron.

It’s a gangs-all-here tale encompassing a little of that reassessment that happens when your pre-frontal cortex fully grows, a bit of dealing with matters from the past & their repercussions, a lot of the type of social events that everyone-you-ever-knew turns up to and far more discussion about soil quality than Draco appreciates quite frankly.

I posted Chapter Four here

Harry swallows.

“You have a field of wildflowers in your dining room as well as some juvenile oak trees and I think several families of squirrels.” He says and lets his hand drop down to his side.

“Yes, some Horklumps too I imagine.” Malfoy replies, his eyes never leaving Harry’s face.

“Right.” Harry says sucks a breath in sharply, “I’m so sorry Malfoy.”

“Oh, it’s ok, they may have been cleared out by now, I did release some gnomes almost a week ago.”

“What?”