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ceredwensirius) wrote2010-08-20 08:48 am
ceredwensirius) wrote2010-08-20 08:48 am
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Drabble: Tenderness | Remus/Sirius| PG
Title: Tenderness
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mp_ldws, week five
Prompt: Genre/Cliché: from another characters POV; Word Prompt: Awe
Raring: PG
Word Count: 300
Characters, Pairings: Hermione, Sirius/Remus
Summary: Hermione witnesses a private moment.
Warnings: None
Author‘s Note: Many thanks to my betawhitmans_kiss.
Lying in bed, listening to the Grimmauld Place manor settle and her roommate's soft snores, Hermione found sleep hopelessly elusive. Downstairs, the front door opened, followed by hard footsteps pounding across the wooden floor. As voices floated up the stairs to her room, Hermione sighed in frustration with her inability to sleep; she threw off the covers, pulled on a houserobe and tiptoed down the stairs.
Hermione followed the voices to the drawing room, recognizing the sound of Sirius and Remus speaking in hushed tones. It was then she remembered that Professor Snape had been unable to brew the Wolfsbane Potion this month, and that Remus must have just returned from his transformation. She stepped close enough to peek around the corner of the door jamb to see Remus laid out on the couch, shirt off, his chest covered in cuts and bruises.
“You should have let me come with,” said Sirius as he gingerly applied salve from a little clay pot and then carefully applied bandages. “Dumbledore’s orders be damned.”
“I’ll be alright,” said Remus. Hermione ached at how rough and raw his voice sounded. “I have you.” She blinked at the intimate sounding words, confusing from one adult man to another, and then, although Remus was clearly weak and hurt, his fingers curled in Sirius’ dark hair, running them gently, almost lovingly, through.
Sirius leaned in close and pressed his mouth to Remus’ with such affection that Hermione’s breath caught in awe at the tenderness.
“You’ll always have me,” said Sirius. He dipped his fingers into the pot of salve and began to work on another deep scratch.
Hermione had never realized how close the two men were, the true nature of their relationship. She smiled to herself, turned away from the door, and tiptoed back to bed.
Author:
ceredwensiriusWritten For:
mp_ldws, week fivePrompt: Genre/Cliché: from another characters POV; Word Prompt: Awe
Raring: PG
Word Count: 300
Characters, Pairings: Hermione, Sirius/Remus
Summary: Hermione witnesses a private moment.
Warnings: None
Author‘s Note: Many thanks to my beta
whitmans_kiss.Lying in bed, listening to the Grimmauld Place manor settle and her roommate's soft snores, Hermione found sleep hopelessly elusive. Downstairs, the front door opened, followed by hard footsteps pounding across the wooden floor. As voices floated up the stairs to her room, Hermione sighed in frustration with her inability to sleep; she threw off the covers, pulled on a houserobe and tiptoed down the stairs.
Hermione followed the voices to the drawing room, recognizing the sound of Sirius and Remus speaking in hushed tones. It was then she remembered that Professor Snape had been unable to brew the Wolfsbane Potion this month, and that Remus must have just returned from his transformation. She stepped close enough to peek around the corner of the door jamb to see Remus laid out on the couch, shirt off, his chest covered in cuts and bruises.
“You should have let me come with,” said Sirius as he gingerly applied salve from a little clay pot and then carefully applied bandages. “Dumbledore’s orders be damned.”
“I’ll be alright,” said Remus. Hermione ached at how rough and raw his voice sounded. “I have you.” She blinked at the intimate sounding words, confusing from one adult man to another, and then, although Remus was clearly weak and hurt, his fingers curled in Sirius’ dark hair, running them gently, almost lovingly, through.
Sirius leaned in close and pressed his mouth to Remus’ with such affection that Hermione’s breath caught in awe at the tenderness.
“You’ll always have me,” said Sirius. He dipped his fingers into the pot of salve and began to work on another deep scratch.
Hermione had never realized how close the two men were, the true nature of their relationship. She smiled to herself, turned away from the door, and tiptoed back to bed.