Excuses
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Author: Karma's Slave
Words: 220
Rating: T
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"I haven't really been feeling well at all Mrs. Weasley" Hermione said to the red headed woman, whom was at the moment invading Hermione's personal space, "I think I should just stay here and rest up" added Hermione.
And boy was Hermione nervous as hell as she stared right into the face of the matriarch of the Weasley family; she wasn't one for lying but if lying had played its part right, Hermione didn't care; she wasn't even sure that this half assed excuse would even work.
"Alright dearie, you can stay here and rest but if anything and anything should happen at all. I'm only an owl an away." said the kind hearted red headed woman, as she headed out to join her family outside.
Not even a seconded had passed after Molly Weasley left Grimmauld place; Hermione was gently dragged out of the living room by her arm. Her back immediately against the wall, while the body of another covered hers, she felt Sirius's hot breathe against her face, his hands slowly running up and down her thighs as he spread her legs and put himself between them.
Hermione was used to this, knowing that there was no excuse of any kind for Sirius.
