Drabble: Ego

[ceredwensirius]

Title: Ego
Author: ceredwensirius
Written For: grangerblack100
Challenge: Mistletoe
Rating: PG13
Pairings: Hermione/Sirius
Word Count: 240
Summary: Sirius pranks Hermione.
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Author's Note: The second of two unrelated drabbles. Hermione is greater than or equal to 18 years of age.

 

Remus and Sirius looked up from the kitchen table, alerted that their conversation was no longer private by the surprised yelp from Hermione who had gotten herself stuck under a piece of mistletoe. Molly Weasley, who was attempting to enter the kitchen behind Hermione, applied her wand to the mischievous holiday vegetation.

“This is your doing,” accused Hermione, looking directly at Sirius.

Giving his best ‘who me?’ look of dripping innocence he feigned an insulted tone.

“I would never,” he began to say.

“Oh, for heavens sake, Sirius,” said Molly, frustrated that her magic wasn’t breaking the spell. “Mistletoe only catches two people, never just one. This has been tampered with.”

Sirius stood up, cat like and casual and sauntered over to Hermione’s position but not close enough to be of assistance, injecting a slight swagger to his step.

“That’s quite a pickle you’re in Mrs. Black,” said Sirius. “Imagine having to give your husband a public kiss to get out of the fix you’re in.”

“Sirius, let her out,” said Molly, all but ignored by the handsome Marauder.

“You realize you just admitted your guilt, don’t you,” said Hermione, blushing at the look in his eye and then turning even redder upon hearing Ron and Harry’s voices headed toward the kitchen. “Just kiss me and let me out of this,” she continued irritably, casting a nervous, worried glance down the hall.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, that is hardly the way to ask for help or a kiss,” said Sirius, joining her under the archway and laying a hand on her waist. His smile was deadly with its naughty intentions.

“You’re having way too much fun,” she hissed at him and then groaned when Harry and Ron stepped into sight.

“Gotcha,” whispered Sirius, with a glance to acknowledge the audience.

“You would think being married would be evidence enough,” grumbled Hermione, her eyes fluttering as his hand fisted in her brown tresses, preparing her for a proper kiss.

“I’m nothing if not thorough,” he replied, before pulling her against him and lowering his lips to hers.