ceredwensirius

Title: Retrograde
Author: ceredwensirius
Community: 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…”

My very first drabble done for the "Green" challenge at grangerblack100 .

Title: Around The Lake
Rating: G
Word Count: 100.
Challenge: "Green"
Characters: Hermione/Sirius
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or any of the characters





In the moonlight, the leaves of green appeared strangely grey, whispering things strange and seductive as branches swayed languorously in the warm breeze. Liberated from its unlikely confines, an unruly, wavy tendril broke free, momentarily obscuring her view of him. His rough fingers, defiantly tender, caressed her youthful cheek, clearing her vision. Unconsciously, without permission, her face moved traitorously into the gesture, betraying her. Focusing on the green algae that defined the lake’s boundary, she tried to pretend her cheeks weren’t stained with pink. Softly, so quiet she could almost pretend she hadn’t heard, her name passed across his lips.