Drowning Sorrows
Author: Karma's Slave
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Words: 264
Rated: R
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But Hermione isn't really standing here right now in Sirius's embrace with his arms wrapping her in; she isn't really desperately clinging onto the front of his shirt as his fingers dig deep into the flesh of her shoulder; his face isn't really buried into the depths of her hair and he isn't really kissing her tears away as he whispers the words "Don't go Hermione…please don't go…don't leave me again".
They couldn't really be stumbling back on the bed; he can't be kissing that secret spot right there on her neck as her hands can't be agitatedly unbuttoning his shirt.
Hermione can't be actually crying out into the confines of his mouth as Sirius thrusts in and out of her; they can't really be here breathing heavily together after spiraling down simultaneous orgasms. She's not really listening to his heart beat and his arm isn't really curled around her body to rest a hand on her hip. They're not really falling asleep and her eyes aren't really closing.
But as Sirius wakes from his drunken induced illusion, his tired blood shot eyes, turn to the silver frame on his night table where a photograph laid down, with a once red rose now turned black lays on her picture.
His hand reaches to what was once her side of the bed, he picks up the fire whiskey that lies in her place Sirius once again begins to drown himself in his never ending sorrow.
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