Inkstained: a Harry Potter Drabble
Title: Inkstained
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Hermione.
Rating: R
Summary: Hermione gets ink on her hands all time and ends up transferring it on everthing she touches.
Hermione always has inkstained hands. It's a byproduct, she complained once, of being a scholar in a culture that hadn't yet realized the absolute wonders of muggle ballpoint pens.
He often watches her write. She starts out writing slowly and very carefully, perhaps remembering how much she hates getting ink on her hands which then gets transferred to her clothes; but her mind produces ideas so much faster than her fingers can produce words...
She might rest her hand on the page as she writes, or daub a still wet word, perhaps trying to erase an error. She may brush the edge of her hand against the damp page by accident, but however it happens, she always manages to get ink on her hands.
He kind of likes it; knowing there is a physical embodiment of her intellect and work ethic marked on her skin, however temporarily.
He really likes it when her inkstained hands touch him. He likes to find inkspots and smudges on his body, transferred there from her hands.
When she points to the bedroom and says "Now", in that low tone.
When he gets laughed at in the quidditch locker room for having inkstains on his ass from where she grabbed him.
When her clever ink-up hands grasp him firmly and guide him into her. When her little stained fingers disappear up into his body as she sucks on him.
When her hands are tangled in his hair as he seeks for her clit with parseltounge and he gets ink on his face and scalp.
He doesn't care. He'd rather be inkstained and smudged and loved, than clean and proper and used.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Hermione.
Rating: R
Summary: Hermione gets ink on her hands all time and ends up transferring it on everthing she touches.
Hermione always has inkstained hands. It's a byproduct, she complained once, of being a scholar in a culture that hadn't yet realized the absolute wonders of muggle ballpoint pens.
He often watches her write. She starts out writing slowly and very carefully, perhaps remembering how much she hates getting ink on her hands which then gets transferred to her clothes; but her mind produces ideas so much faster than her fingers can produce words...
She might rest her hand on the page as she writes, or daub a still wet word, perhaps trying to erase an error. She may brush the edge of her hand against the damp page by accident, but however it happens, she always manages to get ink on her hands.
He kind of likes it; knowing there is a physical embodiment of her intellect and work ethic marked on her skin, however temporarily.
He really likes it when her inkstained hands touch him. He likes to find inkspots and smudges on his body, transferred there from her hands.
When she points to the bedroom and says "Now", in that low tone.
When he gets laughed at in the quidditch locker room for having inkstains on his ass from where she grabbed him.
When her clever ink-up hands grasp him firmly and guide him into her. When her little stained fingers disappear up into his body as she sucks on him.
When her hands are tangled in his hair as he seeks for her clit with parseltounge and he gets ink on his face and scalp.
He doesn't care. He'd rather be inkstained and smudged and loved, than clean and proper and used.