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Title: Long Distance
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ceredwensirius
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grangerblack100
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 417
Challenge: Postcards From Ireland
Characters: Hermione/Sirius
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or any of the characters
A/N: Well…its less than a 1000 words but more than 100. I hope its legal.
Dear Sirius,
I’m all settled in but terribly homesick. Falling asleep at night is difficult without your arms around me. Do you miss me as much as I miss you?
All my love,
Hermione
My dearest, traitorous runaway,
My cold and lonely bed misses you desperately and doesn’t understand why school in Ireland is more important than keeping it warm with that sinful body of yours. The bedroom has fallen into depression now that it no longer hears you call out my name as you come undone beneath me. I do my best at keeping them both satisfied with my lonely wank in the dark of night but it just isn’t the same. The Christmas hols are so far away…
Your faithful Padfoot
My darling Padfoot,
Tell me what does your bed imagine we will do once I return home? Perhaps if I better understood what it thinks will happen I could make arrangements to come home on weekends. I didn’t think that would be possible but my roommate also has a boyfriend in London and she goes home every other weekend. Apparently he too has a despondent bed.
Your loving Hermione (who isn’t a runaway)
My most beloved Vixen,
How you love to tease me, you are a wicked little witch. My bed is convinced that I’m going to rip off all your clothes, throw you down onto it and feast on that tight little cunt of yours. It whispers to me in the night that I will lick your sweet fruit until you are screaming and quivering. My bed is only half right, that’s just where I’m going to start…
Counting the seconds ‘til you come home,
Sirius
Remus looked over at Sirius who was reading the postcards from Ireland that Hermione had sent since she left to further her magical education. In the days since his receiving her last, since he had sent her a reply, Sirius had seemed expectant to the point of irritation. He was waiting for something but Remus didn’t know what, it would be a few months before either of them saw Hermione home.
The light scratch at the drawing room door drew the attention of the two wizards who were reclining by the fire. Remus’ look of shock was in stark contrast to Sirius’ relieved features, apparently he had known she would come.
“I’ll explain later,” said Sirius as he jogged to the doorway and took Hermione by the hand, leading her away to that cold and lonely bed.
Author:
ceredwensiriusFor:
grangerblack100Rating: NC17
Word Count: 417
Challenge: Postcards From Ireland
Characters: Hermione/Sirius
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or any of the characters
A/N: Well…its less than a 1000 words but more than 100. I hope its legal.
Dear Sirius,
I’m all settled in but terribly homesick. Falling asleep at night is difficult without your arms around me. Do you miss me as much as I miss you?
All my love,
Hermione
My dearest, traitorous runaway,
My cold and lonely bed misses you desperately and doesn’t understand why school in Ireland is more important than keeping it warm with that sinful body of yours. The bedroom has fallen into depression now that it no longer hears you call out my name as you come undone beneath me. I do my best at keeping them both satisfied with my lonely wank in the dark of night but it just isn’t the same. The Christmas hols are so far away…
Your faithful Padfoot
My darling Padfoot,
Tell me what does your bed imagine we will do once I return home? Perhaps if I better understood what it thinks will happen I could make arrangements to come home on weekends. I didn’t think that would be possible but my roommate also has a boyfriend in London and she goes home every other weekend. Apparently he too has a despondent bed.
Your loving Hermione (who isn’t a runaway)
My most beloved Vixen,
How you love to tease me, you are a wicked little witch. My bed is convinced that I’m going to rip off all your clothes, throw you down onto it and feast on that tight little cunt of yours. It whispers to me in the night that I will lick your sweet fruit until you are screaming and quivering. My bed is only half right, that’s just where I’m going to start…
Counting the seconds ‘til you come home,
Sirius
Remus looked over at Sirius who was reading the postcards from Ireland that Hermione had sent since she left to further her magical education. In the days since his receiving her last, since he had sent her a reply, Sirius had seemed expectant to the point of irritation. He was waiting for something but Remus didn’t know what, it would be a few months before either of them saw Hermione home.
The light scratch at the drawing room door drew the attention of the two wizards who were reclining by the fire. Remus’ look of shock was in stark contrast to Sirius’ relieved features, apparently he had known she would come.
“I’ll explain later,” said Sirius as he jogged to the doorway and took Hermione by the hand, leading her away to that cold and lonely bed.
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