"Mandragora"

the Mandrakes threw a loud and raucous party in greenhouse three…."The moment they start trying to move into each other's pots, we'll know they're fully mature." Professor Sprout- COS ch 14 pg. 251

Madam Pompfey looked at the witch that swept into the Hospital Wing. Covered with dirt and sweat, it was clear her wife was kept busy tending to the Mandrakes. Poppy grinned. "Poms, I love you but you are going to take a shower before I let you into bed, tonight."

Pomona looked down at her clothes blankly. "Yeah, whatever." She crossed the room and kissed her wife hard."I need you now." She murmured, reaching for the mediwitch's robes.

"Pomona?" Poppy asked. It was unusual for Pomona to make demands during school hours.

"Damn clothes." Pomona was determined to get the robes off.

"Um, not that I mind the attention but it's school hours." Poppy reminded.

"School's canceled." Pomona returned her mouth to Poppy's neck.

"O.k. I still need to work."

"People are perifited. Won't notice if you disappear for a hour or two." Pomona managed to undo the outer robes.

"Minerva or Severus could walk in."

"Locking spell." The first three buttons of her blouse were undone.

"Do you want to tell me why you are in this mood?" Poppy finally asked as her blouse fell to the floor.

"Working with horny Mandrakes and lack of sleep. Oh, hello girls. Want to come out and play?" Pomona's head moved lower.

"You do realize my body parts can't answer for themselves?" Poppy asked amused.

Pomona waved a hand impatiently . Poppy glanced around the wing.

"Mona, let's go into my office. "

"Now?" Pomona growled.

"Yes. Merlin, you Hufflepuffs are determined. "

"How do you think Hegla got Rowena into bed?"

"Well, at least we are following precedent."

A wicked grin was her only answer.