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Author: fomp
Title: Thundercunt
Pairing: Ginius (Ginny/Sirius)
For: ohlevelyy over at enluminure_rp
Word Count: 713
Rating/Warnings: Um, I'd rate it R, just in case you don't like the title. XD Which is about as high as the warnings go. No smut, though. :/ SORRY.
Summary: Um. Christmas? :)
Ever since that fateful day that the Futurelings (as they had come to be called) arrived in Hogwarts, Sirius had his eye set on Ginny Weasley. It wasn’t long before they were going steady, and it didn’t take much longer than that that they had fallen in love. With each other.
Ever since that fateful day that Ginny had asked Sirius to turn into a dog, just this once, Sirius could never say no to her every whim. He loved to see her face light up with glee and warmth, even though her cheeks were sprinkled with cinnamon. Which he regularly told Prongs. Who promptly called him a fairy boy. But whatever.
Many Months Later. Like.. Four-ish. … :)
After thinking long and hard about what to get Ginny for Christmas, he came up with nothing, so Sirius went to go ask Ron, who went all teary-eyed still whenever he came around, for ideas. Ron mentioned her beloved stuffed bear, which he claimed was softer than Quidditch grass. Sirius nodded with wide eyes and quickly walked away. Too much time with that boy could make you crazy, he thought to himself as he trudged through the December snow to Hogsmeade. He never did Christmas shopping early. Hell, he never had to go Christmas shopping before.
He walked into a shop lined with pink and frills and other girly items. “Hello, good proprietor, sir. I would like your softest stuffed bear, please.”
The store owner brought out their top fifty, and then asked Sirius if he would please specify which one he wanted. As Sirius’ eyes bulged at all the ribbons and fluff and beady eyes and stitched mouths, he stumbled backwards until his knees hit a shelf on the opposite wall. Approximately seventy more bears fell on him, leaving him chest deep in bear fluff.
“I’LL, UH, WELL, I THINK I’LL TAKE… THIS ONE,” he panicked, feeling around for the softest one near him and thrust it into the vendor’s hand.
With a dazed look on his face, Sirius meandered back to the main campus, loosening the fastenings nearest his throat, happy to be away from that horrid place they called a store.
Not Many Months Later. Like.. Twenty Days
“Oh, Sirius! It’s lovely! It looks almost like my old bear, Sir Bear Bearington the III. But.. I think I’ll name this one Padfoot,” Ginny said coquettishly with a wink, sitting in front of the fireplace Christmas evening after the big feast. She held the large bear in her lap after ripping open the wrapping paper, which now lay around them. Sirius was sure some of it would still be under the couch thirty years from now.
“Anything for you, babe.” He’d recently got an interest in Sonny and Cher. No one was supporting him in this endeavor.
“Now open yours.”
Sirius grabbed his present and carefully unpeeled each side with immaculate precision before Ginny became impatient. Sirius grinned. He always loved her fiery attitude, either during the throes of passions or even in everyday life. In a bed of tissue paper lat a set of keys, just one key, really.
“Er, thank you?”
“Come look outside the window, silly. It’s waiting outside for the morning, when I thought you might like to use it.”
Sirius looked a bit skeptical, eyeing her cautiously. She’d talked to him about Muggle contraptions called tractors and he still wasn’t sure how the whole thing worked.
Outside, sitting on the snowy lawn, was a motorbike. Plain. Black. Motorbike. The look on his face must’ve looked downtrodden or at least unimpressed, for Ginny leaned up to his ear and told him to say the word Thundercunt. After blinking a couple times, and blushing high on his cheeks, he said it tentatively out into the cold night, his breath making clouds on the otherwise clear air, making it almost sound like a question. He heard the engine start up and the light flicker on, and suddenly it hovered a foot or so above the ground.
Sirius’ eyes went wayway wide. Now he was properly excited.
“Now, get that look off your face. That’s your Sex Face. Now is not the time nor the place to get me all excited, Padfoot.”
“I do hope you’re not talking to the bear…”
Title: Thundercunt
Pairing: Ginius (Ginny/Sirius)
For: ohlevelyy over at enluminure_rp
Word Count: 713
Rating/Warnings: Um, I'd rate it R, just in case you don't like the title. XD Which is about as high as the warnings go. No smut, though. :/ SORRY.
Summary: Um. Christmas? :)
Ever since that fateful day that the Futurelings (as they had come to be called) arrived in Hogwarts, Sirius had his eye set on Ginny Weasley. It wasn’t long before they were going steady, and it didn’t take much longer than that that they had fallen in love. With each other.
Ever since that fateful day that Ginny had asked Sirius to turn into a dog, just this once, Sirius could never say no to her every whim. He loved to see her face light up with glee and warmth, even though her cheeks were sprinkled with cinnamon. Which he regularly told Prongs. Who promptly called him a fairy boy. But whatever.
Many Months Later. Like.. Four-ish. … :)
After thinking long and hard about what to get Ginny for Christmas, he came up with nothing, so Sirius went to go ask Ron, who went all teary-eyed still whenever he came around, for ideas. Ron mentioned her beloved stuffed bear, which he claimed was softer than Quidditch grass. Sirius nodded with wide eyes and quickly walked away. Too much time with that boy could make you crazy, he thought to himself as he trudged through the December snow to Hogsmeade. He never did Christmas shopping early. Hell, he never had to go Christmas shopping before.
He walked into a shop lined with pink and frills and other girly items. “Hello, good proprietor, sir. I would like your softest stuffed bear, please.”
The store owner brought out their top fifty, and then asked Sirius if he would please specify which one he wanted. As Sirius’ eyes bulged at all the ribbons and fluff and beady eyes and stitched mouths, he stumbled backwards until his knees hit a shelf on the opposite wall. Approximately seventy more bears fell on him, leaving him chest deep in bear fluff.
“I’LL, UH, WELL, I THINK I’LL TAKE… THIS ONE,” he panicked, feeling around for the softest one near him and thrust it into the vendor’s hand.
With a dazed look on his face, Sirius meandered back to the main campus, loosening the fastenings nearest his throat, happy to be away from that horrid place they called a store.
Not Many Months Later. Like.. Twenty Days
“Oh, Sirius! It’s lovely! It looks almost like my old bear, Sir Bear Bearington the III. But.. I think I’ll name this one Padfoot,” Ginny said coquettishly with a wink, sitting in front of the fireplace Christmas evening after the big feast. She held the large bear in her lap after ripping open the wrapping paper, which now lay around them. Sirius was sure some of it would still be under the couch thirty years from now.
“Anything for you, babe.” He’d recently got an interest in Sonny and Cher. No one was supporting him in this endeavor.
“Now open yours.”
Sirius grabbed his present and carefully unpeeled each side with immaculate precision before Ginny became impatient. Sirius grinned. He always loved her fiery attitude, either during the throes of passions or even in everyday life. In a bed of tissue paper lat a set of keys, just one key, really.
“Er, thank you?”
“Come look outside the window, silly. It’s waiting outside for the morning, when I thought you might like to use it.”
Sirius looked a bit skeptical, eyeing her cautiously. She’d talked to him about Muggle contraptions called tractors and he still wasn’t sure how the whole thing worked.
Outside, sitting on the snowy lawn, was a motorbike. Plain. Black. Motorbike. The look on his face must’ve looked downtrodden or at least unimpressed, for Ginny leaned up to his ear and told him to say the word Thundercunt. After blinking a couple times, and blushing high on his cheeks, he said it tentatively out into the cold night, his breath making clouds on the otherwise clear air, making it almost sound like a question. He heard the engine start up and the light flicker on, and suddenly it hovered a foot or so above the ground.
Sirius’ eyes went wayway wide. Now he was properly excited.
“Now, get that look off your face. That’s your Sex Face. Now is not the time nor the place to get me all excited, Padfoot.”
“I do hope you’re not talking to the bear…”