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Flatmate
The door slammed and Hermione stomped through the flat to the kitchen, ignoring Sirius on the couch looking at motorcycle magazines.
He looked up. "Rough day?"
Hermione slammed the bags on the counter. "Fine." She growled, taking out groceries and putting them away. It was his fault she had to go to the store. Stupid jerk had to eat all her ice cream.
She turned and squeaked when she noticed Sirius had wandered into the kitchen and was snooping through the bags. He raised a brow and pulled out a familiar, brightly-colored box.
"Is there something you're not telling me love?" he grinned roguishly and waved it around a little.
Hermione snatched it from his hand, cheeks burning. "Shut up!" She snapped, shoving it back into one of the bags as Sirius laughed at her. She pointedly moved them out of his reach.
His laughter turned into a chuckle. "Are you a secret deviant? Because if you are..." He wiggled his eyebrows.
Hermione scowled at him.
"No. I just bumped into a display of... that and had to buy them."
"Hmm." He tapped his chin. "Can I have them?"
Hermione gave him a suspicious look. "What are you going to use them for?"
"Oh, this and that." He smiled innocently.
Now she definitely wasn't going to give them to him. "No. I'm going to burn them and forget it ever happened."
"Oh, come on! Please?"
Hermione ignored his puppy eyes and put away the last of the groceries. Snatching up the bags full of six month's worth of condoms, she marched out of the kitchen and to her room. If Hermione was lucky she could forget this whole thing ever happened.
Sirius probably wouldn't let her though.
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It's the year of Padfoot — I mean the Dog! Yay! Happy belated New Year! I hope you guys had a great holiday with your family and friends. It's been a while since I updated so I made this an extra long chapter and because the last one was so short.