Title: This One Girl
Karma's Slave
Disclaimer: I don't own harry Potter
Rating: T
Words:280
Leather Glove challenge
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"No, your bullshitting me you've got to be" exclaimed Hermione, turning her body around to face the older man behind her. "There is no way" she spoke as the look of disbelief was written all over her.
"Disbelief is very cute on you Hermione" replied Sirius Black; "but I shit you not, my dear Hermione" Sirius added as his signature cocky smirk speared on his face.
"Sirius, your telling me, that you actually dated a dominatrix" Hermione finally getting the sentence out, which was a lot easier then the mental visual appearing in her head, but what could she do the thought of Sirius not only under her and handcuffed so she could have her way with him, was an arousing thought to her.
"Down to her whips, her unnecessarily high and I mean high heeled boots, leather glove…err gloves and the corset" he listed, Hermione was about to speak up, "oh and before anything else, Hermione you that part of my chest at you like to run you mouth on" Sirius asked her as that smirk turned into a smile that the Cheshire cat would be envious of.
"What does that have to do…?" Hermione cutting her self, "the scar that is under your…" Hermione making a gesture towards the breast area, "that was her, she did that"
"Yeah, it wasn't till then, I thought she may have been little nuts"
End.
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This drabble was inspired by conversation, I had with a fellow theater student (like my age), who did date a dominatrix, isn't fun what you can learn at school.
