It
Title: It
Team: Death Eaters
Word Count: 2 @ 100 words
Sin: Greed/Avarice/Sloth
Characters: Severus/Hermione
A/N: Hi all! Been a while in the making but I refused to post until I finished this sad little sin series perfectly, though I don’t think this is it..enjoy!
(1)
“Stop It Severus”
Hermione continued her staring contest with Severus’ portrait in the dungeon. After his death it had taken on a life of its own, following Hermione wherever she went in the castle not uttering a word. It was beginning to tire for this young widow, who still envisioned her wizened husband coming to claim her in the night, hold her close and give her her fill of him. In life she was able to take whatever he gave, his presence never filling her desire of him, his billowing cloaks taking with them her contented ease with the world.
(2)
She missed the eggshells, the long and heated fights, the fierce and amorous love making. She missed not having to grade her papers because he would complain that she was too nice and do it for her, while she slept in or lazed in his lap by the fire. She missed that guilty feeling when she did sleep in, he would come in with fresh blueberry pancakes and proceed to feed them to her. He made her feel greedy and lazy; other times the world revolved around him and his unsure decisions; always slow and precise . She missed him.
Team: Death Eaters
Word Count: 2 @ 100 words
Sin: Greed/Avarice/Sloth
Characters: Severus/Hermione
A/N: Hi all! Been a while in the making but I refused to post until I finished this sad little sin series perfectly, though I don’t think this is it..enjoy!
(1)
“Stop It Severus”
Hermione continued her staring contest with Severus’ portrait in the dungeon. After his death it had taken on a life of its own, following Hermione wherever she went in the castle not uttering a word. It was beginning to tire for this young widow, who still envisioned her wizened husband coming to claim her in the night, hold her close and give her her fill of him. In life she was able to take whatever he gave, his presence never filling her desire of him, his billowing cloaks taking with them her contented ease with the world.
(2)
She missed the eggshells, the long and heated fights, the fierce and amorous love making. She missed not having to grade her papers because he would complain that she was too nice and do it for her, while she slept in or lazed in his lap by the fire. She missed that guilty feeling when she did sleep in, he would come in with fresh blueberry pancakes and proceed to feed them to her. He made her feel greedy and lazy; other times the world revolved around him and his unsure decisions; always slow and precise . She missed him.