fic gift for goldy_dollar

[fated_addiction]

Title: Cigarette Hotel Rooms
Characters/Paring: hermione, harry, ron, harry/ron, hermione/harry
Spoliers: A light dusting of Book Six. You really can't tell.
Word: 1205
Summary: She was nineteen when Dolohov took her. Harry. Hermione. And the fine art of decaying.
Warning: This is one of those moments where I just say, I'm not going to bother with

Comments

[demosthenes91]

Ah... the return of classic Chrissy!!!

But hey... what happened to the clinging semen?! It's not a Chrissy fic if there's no clinging semen!!!

*rages*

Dark and scary and erotically depressing - well done luv!

And btw... Frances... you start shipping H/G and it won't be J you have to worry about...

*goes looking for knives*

Seriously - it would just be depressing... and I've had enough of depressing ever since July. I could get into it, but that's a blah blah post for another day...

Oh, and C - the icon's for you... *smiles°

[fated_addiction]

*laughs* I couldn't fit the clinging semen unless I went all the way with the harry/ron and er, yeah... grunting is as far is I got.

The only violence in this journal is from me, btw, scare her on her journal.

And AHHHHHHHHHHH. *covets icon* You rule, dude. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[raespeace]

oh i beg to differ...

this j i hear tell of is some nasty shit

and she HATES all things h/g...and therefore *sobs* canon...

would laugh evil-like, except i lost my voice in my capslock rage (see other comment)

[demosthenes91]

I *glomp* your CAPSLOCK!RAGE....

I don't even know WTF glomp even means, but it seems appropriate...

Thank you for your rage... now let's go scare Frances together!

*laughs*

[goldy_dollar]

Thank you for your rage... now let's go scare Frances together!

*squeaky voice*

Mission already accomplished.

*hides under bed with a blanket*

[fated_addiction]

See. They're much scarier then I am.

*hands you a cookie*

[goldy_dollar]

*takes cookie gratefully*

Is it chocolate chip? I really need some chocolate chip.

[raespeace]

LOL...we're old and life has already fucked with us one (or many) too many times.

[raespeace]

hey! I didn't get this comment in my e-mail. *is perplexed*

Glomp away...I have no idea what it means either, but I'm fairly sure it's a good thing.

You're welcome for the rage. It's not like me.

It felt good.

:D