[HBH] Green Thumb - Planting

  The air in the greenhouse was humid, a decent tropical temperature that had Draco’s luxury jeans and tshirt clinging to his feminine frame. It wasn’t often that Draco himself decided to dig his hands into the soil of his plants– he had people for that– but today he’d taken on a special request from his old pal Hops so he felt it only right to do the task himself. 

  Hops had approached him earlier that same morning wielding a bag of specially curated blooms called Hazeblooms and explained her plight of not having enough space but needing them for the festivities at a later date. In return for Draco’s help she’d offered him a special selection of specialty drugs he could push in his territory for no other charge.

  Draco would have been loath to refuse such a generous offer.

  So here he sat, in a humid greenhouse, almost elbow deep in some terracotta pots filled with Draco’s own special soil, meticulously planting seeds then gently dousing the dry soil with water and minerals to boost their growth for the first two weeks. Hops had given him a bag with what must be over four hundred seeds (perhaps not really but it was a lot) and he only had so many pots, so once the pots were used he’d have to start planting them in the ground in his other greenhouse.

  Slowly but surely, over the course of the day, Draco planted each seed– or pinches of seeds– into pots of different sizes always making sure their roots had room to grow but finally he’d run out of space; with one last spritz of water over them he slowly made his way over to the second greenhouse.

  This one was just as humid and had the right qualities a top notch greenhouse should have but the only thing in it was a patch of that same special soil; it was over seven feet deep and took up the entirety of the greenhouse floor space with only a singular stone path through the very center and currently sat empty. So he began his work again.

  By the time Draco was even remotely close to being only halfway done the sun was below the horizon and the moon making her ascent into the sky– he sighed deeply and muttered curses under his breath as he stood, he brushed his dirt caked hands on his jeans, shrugging as the passive thought ran through his head of ‘that’s never coming clean again.’ 

  Oh well he’d just have to buy more. 

  With a groan he stretched and made his way up to the main house, grumbling good naturedly when Bronx started to immediately mother hen him– making him a plate to eat while simultaneously scolding him and telling him to wash up. Silas nodded quietly and gently set a cup of red wine next to his dinner before the larger Succubun lumbered his way out of the dining room. 

  Draco plopped down at the table when he was ready and tucked into his food– Bronx started chattering in his ear about someone who’d caught his eye and about his escapades with Heather at the library.

  Overall not a bad way to start a favor to a friend.