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Title: Retrograde
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ceredwensirius
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grangerblack100
Rating: T
Word Count: 2x100
Challenge: “Mercury”
Characters: Hermione/Sirius
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or any of the characters
“Whenever he’s around I can’t think straight and have the strangest urge to run my fingers through his hair.” Sirius spoke the words seductively in Hermione’s ear, his hot breath startled her, forcing a blush.
She looked up horrorstruck and slightly aroused. A cold trickle of dread danced along her spine while something warmer fizzed in her belly. “How?” she whispered.
“Came addressed for me,” he replied casually, still at her ear. He was close enough for her to feel the heat pouring off his body.
Struggling for purchase, her mind grasped at any tendril of reason. “Why?”
He shrugged, smug, not going anywhere, anytime soon. “Mercury is in retrograde.” He rolled his eyes when she didn’t understand. “Communication goes all wonky.”
“Rubbish,” she muttered darkly.
“Really?” he asked amused. “Then why is your letter to Ginny in my hands?”
Having no answer to that question she opted to glare hoping it would have some affect on the twisted little smile he was affecting. It didn’t. It only encouraged him.
“I wonder…how’s your thinking right about now?” She was caught in his gaze like a mouse hypnotized by the cobra. “I bet your fingers would feel wonderful in my hair…”
Author:
ceredwensiriusCommunity:
grangerblack100Rating: T
Word Count: 2x100
Challenge: “Mercury”
Characters: Hermione/Sirius
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or any of the characters
“Whenever he’s around I can’t think straight and have the strangest urge to run my fingers through his hair.” Sirius spoke the words seductively in Hermione’s ear, his hot breath startled her, forcing a blush.
She looked up horrorstruck and slightly aroused. A cold trickle of dread danced along her spine while something warmer fizzed in her belly. “How?” she whispered.
“Came addressed for me,” he replied casually, still at her ear. He was close enough for her to feel the heat pouring off his body.
Struggling for purchase, her mind grasped at any tendril of reason. “Why?”
He shrugged, smug, not going anywhere, anytime soon. “Mercury is in retrograde.” He rolled his eyes when she didn’t understand. “Communication goes all wonky.”
“Rubbish,” she muttered darkly.
“Really?” he asked amused. “Then why is your letter to Ginny in my hands?”
Having no answer to that question she opted to glare hoping it would have some affect on the twisted little smile he was affecting. It didn’t. It only encouraged him.
“I wonder…how’s your thinking right about now?” She was caught in his gaze like a mouse hypnotized by the cobra. “I bet your fingers would feel wonderful in my hair…”
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