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It's still May 1 where I am!
Title: Alone in the Storm (Part 1)
Characters or Pairing: Hermione/Pansy
Word Count: 206
Rating: R
Warnings: Mentions of sex
Challenge: Day 1: thunderstorms, oral sex
Author's Notes: I'm hoping this will be a series of connected drabbles, but I'm not sure how the muse feels about that yet!
Lately, it was thunderstorms she loved the most. She loved the way the sky grew dark and angry, matching her mood completely. She loved the way it then just let loose, letting it all out. Sheets and sheets of water pouring down, ruining everything that got in the way.
And the noise. Like angry screams raging across the world. She liked that the best. As if the weather could understand her. As if the weather could feel her pain.
Today, the storm was even angrier than normal. Wind whipped tree branches and sent rocks flying at windows. Lightning flashed like scars across the dark sky.
She was angrier too. It showed in her face and in her eyes. First years scampered out of her way. The other eight years avoided looking at her.
She didn’t care.
She made her way down the hall and slipped into the darkened room.
The storm screamed overhead. Thunder rocked the castle. The noise was almost deafening.
It didn’t bother her at all. In fact, she was glad for it.
Because it meant that today she didn’t have to hide.
Today she could scream along.
And when Pansy’s head was buried deep between her legs, she let herself do just that.
Title: Alone in the Storm (Part 1)
Characters or Pairing: Hermione/Pansy
Word Count: 206
Rating: R
Warnings: Mentions of sex
Challenge: Day 1: thunderstorms, oral sex
Author's Notes: I'm hoping this will be a series of connected drabbles, but I'm not sure how the muse feels about that yet!
Lately, it was thunderstorms she loved the most. She loved the way the sky grew dark and angry, matching her mood completely. She loved the way it then just let loose, letting it all out. Sheets and sheets of water pouring down, ruining everything that got in the way.
And the noise. Like angry screams raging across the world. She liked that the best. As if the weather could understand her. As if the weather could feel her pain.
Today, the storm was even angrier than normal. Wind whipped tree branches and sent rocks flying at windows. Lightning flashed like scars across the dark sky.
She was angrier too. It showed in her face and in her eyes. First years scampered out of her way. The other eight years avoided looking at her.
She didn’t care.
She made her way down the hall and slipped into the darkened room.
The storm screamed overhead. Thunder rocked the castle. The noise was almost deafening.
It didn’t bother her at all. In fact, she was glad for it.
Because it meant that today she didn’t have to hide.
Today she could scream along.
And when Pansy’s head was buried deep between her legs, she let herself do just that.