Recipient:kileaiya Prompt::Sirius Black/Hermione Granger Word Count::284
Kiss
The first time they kiss, it is awkward. Hurry up you two, it’s not going to move on until you do it. Must be Fred, Sirius thought as he caught her hand in his. It’s just one kiss, it’s not as if you have to shag or anything. That one had to be George, her mind filled in as Hermione closed her eyes and felt him leaning into her. A quick brush of lips, barely a taste, before turning away, her face flaming red in the firelight. Not able to meet each others eyes, they move away. The twins laughing at their joke, and the charmed mistletoe moving on to find another pair of victims. Later, alone in beds a floor apart, hands find lips and minds turn to things they have never thought of that way before, each other.
The second time they kiss, it is an affirmation. A blinding need to feel, something, anything in the midst of the loss and pain. The teasing voices of the twins now silenced, as Fred stands alone for the first time in his life, staring down at the cold body of his twin. Her best friend's life stolen away in an instant, by a madman and a flash of brilliant crimson fire, that consumed them both. Drawn together in the midst of the death and tears. Sirius pulls her close cradling her against his body, turning her away from the corpse of his godson. Their lips meld together seeking life, a pulse. Finding redemption in teary eyes, soft lips and whispered words. They cling to each other murmuring their reassurances, good triumphed over evil, they are alive, they are together, and everything will be fine.
Until I read this drabble, I'd never have thought Hermione/Sirius could have appealed to me, but WOW, this is beautiful. Delicious, beautiful, absorbing.
Prompt::Sirius Black/Hermione Granger
Word Count::284
Kiss
The first time they kiss, it is awkward. Hurry up you two, it’s not going to move on until you do it. Must be Fred, Sirius thought as he caught her hand in his. It’s just one kiss, it’s not as if you have to shag or anything. That one had to be George, her mind filled in as Hermione closed her eyes and felt him leaning into her. A quick brush of lips, barely a taste, before turning away, her face flaming red in the firelight. Not able to meet each others eyes, they move away. The twins laughing at their joke, and the charmed mistletoe moving on to find another pair of victims. Later, alone in beds a floor apart, hands find lips and minds turn to things they have never thought of that way before, each other.
The second time they kiss, it is an affirmation. A blinding need to feel, something, anything in the midst of the loss and pain. The teasing voices of the twins now silenced, as Fred stands alone for the first time in his life, staring down at the cold body of his twin. Her best friend's life stolen away in an instant, by a madman and a flash of brilliant crimson fire, that consumed them both. Drawn together in the midst of the death and tears. Sirius pulls her close cradling her against his body, turning her away from the corpse of his godson. Their lips meld together seeking life, a pulse. Finding redemption in teary eyes, soft lips and whispered words. They cling to each other murmuring their reassurances, good triumphed over evil, they are alive, they are together, and everything will be fine.
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