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Title: Going For A Ride
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ceredwensirius
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grangerblack100
Challenge: Going For A Ride
Pairing: Sirius Black/Hermione Granger
Rating: PG
Warnings: unbeta'd
Disclaimer: Not mine, they all belong to JKR.
Summary: Hermione is too proud.
Author's Notes: God I am so behind.
Wordcount: 123
"I'm going for a ride!" says Sirius angrily.
Keys jangle as they pop out of jeans riding tight against hard muscle. Eyes flash with anger and hurt, raking coldly over bushed-out hair, stick-straight posture and stubborn frown. Leather jacket topples over a wooden kitchen chair as it is hastily yanked free. Dark hair shines blue-black under a sputtering gas lamp as Sirius turns to leave.
Too proud to ask him to stay, to say she is sorry, that she was wrong, Hermione only watches as he storms out, fuming silently.
When the door to their flat slams shut, she slumps slightly against the table, eyes burning with tears she refuses to set free.
"I'm sorry," she whispers.
There is no one to hear.
Author:
ceredwensiriusWritten For:
grangerblack100Challenge: Going For A Ride
Pairing: Sirius Black/Hermione Granger
Rating: PG
Warnings: unbeta'd
Disclaimer: Not mine, they all belong to JKR.
Summary: Hermione is too proud.
Author's Notes: God I am so behind.
Wordcount: 123
"I'm going for a ride!" says Sirius angrily.
Keys jangle as they pop out of jeans riding tight against hard muscle. Eyes flash with anger and hurt, raking coldly over bushed-out hair, stick-straight posture and stubborn frown. Leather jacket topples over a wooden kitchen chair as it is hastily yanked free. Dark hair shines blue-black under a sputtering gas lamp as Sirius turns to leave.
Too proud to ask him to stay, to say she is sorry, that she was wrong, Hermione only watches as he storms out, fuming silently.
When the door to their flat slams shut, she slumps slightly against the table, eyes burning with tears she refuses to set free.
"I'm sorry," she whispers.
There is no one to hear.
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