Handled
Title: Handled
Team Name: Death Eaters
Word Count: 100
Rating: R (because it's squicky)
Challenge: Caught with Filch
Characters: Severus, Hermione, Filch
Summary: Hermione wants to be touched... and caught.
A/N: I am grossed out by what I have written, so consider yourself warned. But I just joined the community and wanted to post something for the newest challenge. Besides, if I'm going to be a proper Death Eater, I can't flinch at getting my hands a little dirty... right?
It was his hands.
She had noticed them during her fifth year when he was hanging all those signs for Umbridge. Calloused but long, strong and slender.
They reminded her of his hands.
The caretaker had been happy - if that’s what his feral grin meant - to oblige. He stood behind her - she demanded - his hands reaching, touching.
Yes. Pretending. There. Forgetting. Oh.
“Filch!”
Caught.
Hermione turned to the portrait of her former professor, the reason she had conducted her liaison here. His eyebrow went up; his gaze traveled down.
“That will be all, Filch,” he said, never looking away.
Team Name: Death Eaters
Word Count: 100
Rating: R (because it's squicky)
Challenge: Caught with Filch
Characters: Severus, Hermione, Filch
Summary: Hermione wants to be touched... and caught.
A/N: I am grossed out by what I have written, so consider yourself warned. But I just joined the community and wanted to post something for the newest challenge. Besides, if I'm going to be a proper Death Eater, I can't flinch at getting my hands a little dirty... right?
It was his hands.
She had noticed them during her fifth year when he was hanging all those signs for Umbridge. Calloused but long, strong and slender.
They reminded her of his hands.
The caretaker had been happy - if that’s what his feral grin meant - to oblige. He stood behind her - she demanded - his hands reaching, touching.
Yes. Pretending. There. Forgetting. Oh.
“Filch!”
Caught.
Hermione turned to the portrait of her former professor, the reason she had conducted her liaison here. His eyebrow went up; his gaze traveled down.
“That will be all, Filch,” he said, never looking away.