Chapter 4- "You said something about a drink?"
A.N. Thank you ever so much for all the reviews! I really, really appreciate it. Sorry it took me so long to update, My Dad's in hospital, my Mum's driving me insane and my best friend probably thinks I'm dead because I haven't written to her for so long. AHHHHH! Er, sorry anyway the next update will be up on Thursday or Friday 13th/14th. Sorry this is so short but I've got to have a shower and then, oh bloody hell whatever, I'll try and shut up now. Okay. Shutting up.
Disclaimer: Better do another one: No, I am not the (wonderful)(she got downgraded from supreme ruler of the universe after to killing ::cries:: Sirius) J.K.Rowling, I am not making any money, I just borrowed the characters. Happy?
"So I can do what Hermione?"
/Fuck you?/
~Hermione's POV~
Hermione backed up against the side of the table.
Sirius was now so close she could feel his breath on her face, what was he doing?
Hermione didn't say anything.
"Well?" Sirius said, grinning slightly.
/Nice teeth, must've found a toothbrush/
/Oh, so your coming round to my way of thinking now are you?/
/No I notice these things, my parents are dentists/
/Right/
"Er." What am I meant to say?
/Tell him you don't want to get drunk because you think he's a pe-/
"I.I don't know," Hermione stammered, trying to push the table back a little.
"Uh huh,"
Sirius put his hands on her hips, and lifted her up onto the kitchen table.
"Sirius what are y-"
Sirius leant down and kissed her.
/OhMyGod/
/Yes!/
/YES! I mean.uh./
/I knew it! I knew it! M mm he's good/
/Uh huh/
Sirius pulled back grinning, unlike Hermione, he wasn't out of breath. He reached passed her and picked up the can he had previously offered her, and opened it.
"So, do you feel like a drink now?" Sirius asked.
/Huh?/
/What the hell?/
/We were kissing and now all of a sudden he wants me to have a drink?/
/Yeah well do what he wants, drink'd be good, help you loosen up/
/Me? I am you/
"Come on, one drink won't hurt," Sirius said, pushing himself against her slightly.
"Okay. Wait, no I am not-"
"What's the problem? Why can't we just sit down and have a drink?" Sirius asked, looking slightly annoyed. The hand that had still been resting on her hip slid down, lightly touching her leg, then returned to his side. Hermione shivered.
"Cold? I could warm you up." Sirius whispered huskily, moving in closer again.
Hermione looked up at Sirius, as he leaned down to kiss her again. She then shook her head as if shaking something off and said, "Sirius your drunk." As she tried to push him away.
"Well yeah, and soon you will be too." Sirius said offering her the can again.
/Why is he so desperate to get me drunk?/
/Because he wants to get you into to bed, and so do I, Jesus Hermione, just lighten up a bit/
/You didn't even want to come here in the first place, how come you are so set on me staying now?/
/Well you dragged me here, I might as well get something out of it/
/Well your not going to-/
Hermione realised she needed to answer before Sirius thought she had gone into a coma.
"No I won't Sirius, I'm not getting drunk, and neither are you." Hermione said, and she slid of the table, then finding herself in a rather awkward situation with Sirius. She was pressed up against him. And he was hard. Very-
/Very, very-/
/Very,very-/
/OK, this is silly. He's hard. Everyone get the picture?!/
/Er, Hermione, are you sure you haven't been at the bottle yourself?/
/No I-/
/Hadn't you better concentrate on the matter at hand, or the matter that soon will be at hand?!/
/Ew, I, ugh, you pervert, I most certainly am not going to be-/
"I thought I already was drunk Hermione?" Sirius asked, grinning down at her, he put the can down on the kitchen table behind them, then leant down and-
"You said something about a drink?" Hermione asked, her voice unusually high.
A.N. Sorry it's so short, I'm writing the next one at the moment, and I'll do a proper thanks to the reviews next chapter.
A.N. Thank you ever so much for all the reviews! I really, really appreciate it. Sorry it took me so long to update, My Dad's in hospital, my Mum's driving me insane and my best friend probably thinks I'm dead because I haven't written to her for so long. AHHHHH! Er, sorry anyway the next update will be up on Thursday or Friday 13th/14th. Sorry this is so short but I've got to have a shower and then, oh bloody hell whatever, I'll try and shut up now. Okay. Shutting up.
Disclaimer: Better do another one: No, I am not the (wonderful)(she got downgraded from supreme ruler of the universe after to killing ::cries:: Sirius) J.K.Rowling, I am not making any money, I just borrowed the characters. Happy?
"So I can do what Hermione?"
/Fuck you?/
~Hermione's POV~
Hermione backed up against the side of the table.
Sirius was now so close she could feel his breath on her face, what was he doing?
Hermione didn't say anything.
"Well?" Sirius said, grinning slightly.
/Nice teeth, must've found a toothbrush/
/Oh, so your coming round to my way of thinking now are you?/
/No I notice these things, my parents are dentists/
/Right/
"Er." What am I meant to say?
/Tell him you don't want to get drunk because you think he's a pe-/
"I.I don't know," Hermione stammered, trying to push the table back a little.
"Uh huh,"
Sirius put his hands on her hips, and lifted her up onto the kitchen table.
"Sirius what are y-"
Sirius leant down and kissed her.
/OhMyGod/
/Yes!/
/YES! I mean.uh./
/I knew it! I knew it! M mm he's good/
/Uh huh/
Sirius pulled back grinning, unlike Hermione, he wasn't out of breath. He reached passed her and picked up the can he had previously offered her, and opened it.
"So, do you feel like a drink now?" Sirius asked.
/Huh?/
/What the hell?/
/We were kissing and now all of a sudden he wants me to have a drink?/
/Yeah well do what he wants, drink'd be good, help you loosen up/
/Me? I am you/
"Come on, one drink won't hurt," Sirius said, pushing himself against her slightly.
"Okay. Wait, no I am not-"
"What's the problem? Why can't we just sit down and have a drink?" Sirius asked, looking slightly annoyed. The hand that had still been resting on her hip slid down, lightly touching her leg, then returned to his side. Hermione shivered.
"Cold? I could warm you up." Sirius whispered huskily, moving in closer again.
Hermione looked up at Sirius, as he leaned down to kiss her again. She then shook her head as if shaking something off and said, "Sirius your drunk." As she tried to push him away.
"Well yeah, and soon you will be too." Sirius said offering her the can again.
/Why is he so desperate to get me drunk?/
/Because he wants to get you into to bed, and so do I, Jesus Hermione, just lighten up a bit/
/You didn't even want to come here in the first place, how come you are so set on me staying now?/
/Well you dragged me here, I might as well get something out of it/
/Well your not going to-/
Hermione realised she needed to answer before Sirius thought she had gone into a coma.
"No I won't Sirius, I'm not getting drunk, and neither are you." Hermione said, and she slid of the table, then finding herself in a rather awkward situation with Sirius. She was pressed up against him. And he was hard. Very-
/Very, very-/
/Very,very-/
/OK, this is silly. He's hard. Everyone get the picture?!/
/Er, Hermione, are you sure you haven't been at the bottle yourself?/
/No I-/
/Hadn't you better concentrate on the matter at hand, or the matter that soon will be at hand?!/
/Ew, I, ugh, you pervert, I most certainly am not going to be-/
"I thought I already was drunk Hermione?" Sirius asked, grinning down at her, he put the can down on the kitchen table behind them, then leant down and-
"You said something about a drink?" Hermione asked, her voice unusually high.
A.N. Sorry it's so short, I'm writing the next one at the moment, and I'll do a proper thanks to the reviews next chapter.