That Sunday Morning
Author: Karma's Slave
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in anyway, damn it.
Rating: T (to be safe)
Words: 273
Note: Sequel to 'Alone on Saturday Night'
Rune Challenge.
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Hermione Granger, groaning as she placed a hand to her faces, rubbing her eyes; her head was aching, as if some one inside her own head had taken out jack hammer and started pounding away.
She felt sick and tired, but most of all dehydrated. "Uh, what did I do last night" Hermione asking herself like in hushed whisper. Last thing she had remembered was spending the night alone, wait no she spent the night with Sirius; her mind slowly recalling the events of last night, she remembered how he held her against his body, then talking about past relationships which did lead to drinking on both their parts.
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"Rune" the drunken Hermione said to him. "What" the equally drunk Sirius replied to her. "Your body…tattoos" drunk Hermione began to speak or had tried too. "The tattoos on your body," Hermione forcing herself to focus "they speak out, they are things, you don't want to mention or want to relive, so you're a rune, to figure you out, people would have to see you inside and out" she said. As she moved closer to Sirius as in a face to face; "your going to try and figure me out" he asked, as if he quickly sobered up. As he leaned in. "I'm starting too" she answered in a soft voice as his firm lips lightly touched hers.
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"Oh god" Hermione said to herself as her flesh heated up from the embarrassment, of how she let her own guard down. But that changed when she felt a fingers run up and down her arm,
"Do you still want to figure me out?"
End.
