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This was written after Queerditch Pub ended. I missed it because I forgot the time. *cue headdesk*
Anyway, the prompt is Hermione/Ginny - Two cups of tea and no more sugar
She knew Hermione fairly well, better than she even knew herself. For breakfast, she would drink tea, always two cups and never anything but Earl Grey. The elves would brew something else, something she finds unpalatable in the pots and Hermione, prepared as always would surely have brought enough Earl Grey teabags for the semester to school, refilling her stash when she returns from vacation.
She would purse her lips, red from biting as she thinks (even this early in the morning, she had already been thinking), trying to decide if she could get away with spooning two teaspoons of sugar in each cup although no one was watching. The whole process would take only a few seconds as she would sigh a bit wistfully before passing on the pot of sugar.
And Ginny would want to spoil her, want to soothe her reddened lips with her hands and lips, want to reach over and spoon more than two teaspoons into her cup, watch Hermione take that sweetened sip and just plain enjoyed life it was meant to be enjoyed - full out. She would want Hermione to look at her the way she stared at a cake, imagining herself to be the cake Hermione's eyes then hands then lips devoured and be finally consumed by her.
But til then, Ginny would watch Hermione and tip spoonfuls of sugar into her Earl Grey when Hermione's not looking.
Tonks/Hermione - The long locks of maiden fair fall sweetly on your brow; I would tempt you to my wanton parted lips if I only knew how
I don't know a lot of things. I readily admit that. School was horrid for me as I never could master long divisions nor alegbra, not that I found those things terribly important. I didn't know how to make friends, not that others tried but I did. Many times. I don't know who is the person who came up with the phrase, "If at first you don't succeed, try, try again?" because if I did, he'd be dead, if he wasn't already.
I don't know why I'm clumsy or so inept. I don't know how many angels can fit on a pinhead although I always wanted to find the answer and see them, I don't know what are the seven wonders of the world nor who made them but the rich history and endurance they had made me wonder if anyone would even remember my existence when I'm gone or if I had left such a lasting impression on anyone.
I don't know that I was a witch til I was sixteen. I thought I was slowly going crazy in various ways and didn't know why. I don't know why no one would love me as I am, the way I look. The relationships I've had in the past always started off well but ended with them asking me to change my hair colour, my height, my boobs. To be another person.
I don't know when I love you nor how to tell you I love you, that you are just gorgeous the way you are. I don't know anything about you I would change. I don't know how you can read a book finish so fast but I love you still. I don't know a lot of things. But more, the things I regret not knowing is how your lips would feel against mine, how would you look when you come, how would you feel nestled next to me, hair crushed on my shoulder, how I would feel waking up every morning and seeing your face so close to me, how I would feel knowing you are mine and only mine.
Anyway, the prompt is Hermione/Ginny - Two cups of tea and no more sugar
She knew Hermione fairly well, better than she even knew herself. For breakfast, she would drink tea, always two cups and never anything but Earl Grey. The elves would brew something else, something she finds unpalatable in the pots and Hermione, prepared as always would surely have brought enough Earl Grey teabags for the semester to school, refilling her stash when she returns from vacation.
She would purse her lips, red from biting as she thinks (even this early in the morning, she had already been thinking), trying to decide if she could get away with spooning two teaspoons of sugar in each cup although no one was watching. The whole process would take only a few seconds as she would sigh a bit wistfully before passing on the pot of sugar.
And Ginny would want to spoil her, want to soothe her reddened lips with her hands and lips, want to reach over and spoon more than two teaspoons into her cup, watch Hermione take that sweetened sip and just plain enjoyed life it was meant to be enjoyed - full out. She would want Hermione to look at her the way she stared at a cake, imagining herself to be the cake Hermione's eyes then hands then lips devoured and be finally consumed by her.
But til then, Ginny would watch Hermione and tip spoonfuls of sugar into her Earl Grey when Hermione's not looking.
Tonks/Hermione - The long locks of maiden fair fall sweetly on your brow; I would tempt you to my wanton parted lips if I only knew how
I don't know a lot of things. I readily admit that. School was horrid for me as I never could master long divisions nor alegbra, not that I found those things terribly important. I didn't know how to make friends, not that others tried but I did. Many times. I don't know who is the person who came up with the phrase, "If at first you don't succeed, try, try again?" because if I did, he'd be dead, if he wasn't already.
I don't know why I'm clumsy or so inept. I don't know how many angels can fit on a pinhead although I always wanted to find the answer and see them, I don't know what are the seven wonders of the world nor who made them but the rich history and endurance they had made me wonder if anyone would even remember my existence when I'm gone or if I had left such a lasting impression on anyone.
I don't know that I was a witch til I was sixteen. I thought I was slowly going crazy in various ways and didn't know why. I don't know why no one would love me as I am, the way I look. The relationships I've had in the past always started off well but ended with them asking me to change my hair colour, my height, my boobs. To be another person.
I don't know when I love you nor how to tell you I love you, that you are just gorgeous the way you are. I don't know anything about you I would change. I don't know how you can read a book finish so fast but I love you still. I don't know a lot of things. But more, the things I regret not knowing is how your lips would feel against mine, how would you look when you come, how would you feel nestled next to me, hair crushed on my shoulder, how I would feel waking up every morning and seeing your face so close to me, how I would feel knowing you are mine and only mine.