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Title: Not Too Adventuous
Author: [Bad username or site: “ceredwensirius“ @ livejournal.com]
Prompt: The Garden of Eden
Word Count: 516
Rating: PG
Warnings/Notes: This will be a story in 30 parts. 30 drabbles about how Hermione learned to let her hair down. I will be venturing into the world of kink which I have not really done before. Wheee!
Disclaimer: All characters and their canon histories are the property of J.K. Rowling.
One|
At precisely 12:05 Hermione takes a seat on the little bench next to the ever-flowering Hydrangea (a brilliant Charm if there ever was one) and proceeded to eat her lunch. Like most things, her lunch is a well ordered affair consisting of ham and cheese on rye with a small wedge of pickle and a bag of crisps. Sipping from her usual can of bubbly root beer, a holdover from her Muggle upbringing, she observes the busy to-doing along the ancient lane.
The truth is, most things about Hermione are, in fact, a well ordered affair, the only unpredictable thing she had ever done in a very long time was to marry Sirius Black. No one had seen that coming.
As she sets the soda beside her and lifts the sandwich for a bite, Hermione lets her gaze drift down Diagon Alley in search of a familiar head of black hair rising above all the others. Sirius, unlike Hermione, is the physical personification of unpredictable, and while he will meet her for lunch everyday, it is never at the same time, nor does he ever come from the same direction.
As she gazes, she notices something new from her spot. Where there was once a boarded up spot with covered up windows, there is now a new shop going by the name ‘The Garden of Eden.’
“Hello, gorgeous.”
It is only after a great many times of being surprised like this that enables Hermione to keep in a very undignified shriek.
“Sirius, will you ever stop trying to scare me like that?”
His answering smirk is a resounding ‘no’. Hermione sighsd with long-suffering patience.
“There is a new shop gone up,” she says. “Wonder what they sell?”
Sirius glances in the direction she is pointing and smirks.
“Nothing you need worry about,” he replies. “It really isn’t your kind of thing.”
Hermione frowns. “How do you know? What sort of a shop is it?”
“Well,” says Sirius slowly, with a small interested smile. “It’s a sex shop, but of a very particular sort. They deal specifically in kinks and fetishes, that sort of thing.”
“Oh,” says Hermione, and lets a heart beat pass before saying, “Wait, are you calling me boring?”
Sirius chuckles affectionately. “No, no, nothing like that, but neither are the sort who wants to enact a lot of wild fantasies. Unless there is something you haven’t told me?”
Hermione takes a few bites of her sandwich to consider his question. “What sort of fantasies?”
“Filthy fantasies, Hermione,” he purrs. “The sort of thing you do only with a lover you really trust and want to explore darker parts of yourself with.”
Hermione glances at him a bit nervously, now thoroughly intrigued, but quite unable to say so. Her gaze pauseson his mouth and then up to his eyes, and oh dear, that was some look he was giving her.
“M-Maybe we could peek inside the shop,” says Hermione quietly. “You know, together.”
Sirius’ breath puffs across her lips before he kisses her quite unexpectedly. “So we shall, Hermione, so we shall.”
Author: [Bad username or site: “ceredwensirius“ @ livejournal.com]
Prompt: The Garden of Eden
Word Count: 516
Rating: PG
Warnings/Notes: This will be a story in 30 parts. 30 drabbles about how Hermione learned to let her hair down. I will be venturing into the world of kink which I have not really done before. Wheee!
Disclaimer: All characters and their canon histories are the property of J.K. Rowling.
One|
At precisely 12:05 Hermione takes a seat on the little bench next to the ever-flowering Hydrangea (a brilliant Charm if there ever was one) and proceeded to eat her lunch. Like most things, her lunch is a well ordered affair consisting of ham and cheese on rye with a small wedge of pickle and a bag of crisps. Sipping from her usual can of bubbly root beer, a holdover from her Muggle upbringing, she observes the busy to-doing along the ancient lane.
The truth is, most things about Hermione are, in fact, a well ordered affair, the only unpredictable thing she had ever done in a very long time was to marry Sirius Black. No one had seen that coming.
As she sets the soda beside her and lifts the sandwich for a bite, Hermione lets her gaze drift down Diagon Alley in search of a familiar head of black hair rising above all the others. Sirius, unlike Hermione, is the physical personification of unpredictable, and while he will meet her for lunch everyday, it is never at the same time, nor does he ever come from the same direction.
As she gazes, she notices something new from her spot. Where there was once a boarded up spot with covered up windows, there is now a new shop going by the name ‘The Garden of Eden.’
“Hello, gorgeous.”
It is only after a great many times of being surprised like this that enables Hermione to keep in a very undignified shriek.
“Sirius, will you ever stop trying to scare me like that?”
His answering smirk is a resounding ‘no’. Hermione sighsd with long-suffering patience.
“There is a new shop gone up,” she says. “Wonder what they sell?”
Sirius glances in the direction she is pointing and smirks.
“Nothing you need worry about,” he replies. “It really isn’t your kind of thing.”
Hermione frowns. “How do you know? What sort of a shop is it?”
“Well,” says Sirius slowly, with a small interested smile. “It’s a sex shop, but of a very particular sort. They deal specifically in kinks and fetishes, that sort of thing.”
“Oh,” says Hermione, and lets a heart beat pass before saying, “Wait, are you calling me boring?”
Sirius chuckles affectionately. “No, no, nothing like that, but neither are the sort who wants to enact a lot of wild fantasies. Unless there is something you haven’t told me?”
Hermione takes a few bites of her sandwich to consider his question. “What sort of fantasies?”
“Filthy fantasies, Hermione,” he purrs. “The sort of thing you do only with a lover you really trust and want to explore darker parts of yourself with.”
Hermione glances at him a bit nervously, now thoroughly intrigued, but quite unable to say so. Her gaze pauseson his mouth and then up to his eyes, and oh dear, that was some look he was giving her.
“M-Maybe we could peek inside the shop,” says Hermione quietly. “You know, together.”
Sirius’ breath puffs across her lips before he kisses her quite unexpectedly. “So we shall, Hermione, so we shall.”
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