I was prompted to write this drabble by
metafrantic and
celestat, after I had made a stupid remark about pairing off Neville Longbottom and his favourite plant Mimbulus mimbletonia. Beta-read by Beth Kennedy.
Neville Longbottom lay sobbing on his bed. Again he had been humiliated, had been proven that he was a loser.
Just why had he agreed to take part in a bout of competitive wanking with the other Gryffindors? While the other boys’ come had spurted from their erections, his had only leaked from the tip.
He got up and went over to his Mimbulus mimbletonia, which sat on the windowsill.
“At least you don’t make fun of me,” he whispered and gave it a loving poke.
Horrified, he watched as the Stinksap spurted in huge waves from his beloved plant.