Cigarettes, sex and other sinful joys
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,914
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Cigarettes, sex and other sinful joys
She sat in the library, smoking her 18th cigarette of the evening. The puff of smoke she let out whipped around her as she inhaled it deeply. Gods this was the only release, she found, that helped her. The calm of the library and the godly relaxing smoke of the cigarette helped relieve the anger she felt constantly.
She sat, thinking of nothing In particular. There was an order meeting going on, and she was the one who had turned 18, yet was not allowed in. Oh, Harry and Ron were allowed in, but not her! She found that overly unfair, well considering she was going out with that thicko, Ron Weasley, she should get to join in.
Hermione lent back into the plush cushion of the sofa, while remembering the last time she had had sex. Ron fumbled around like a usual clumsy oaf, and then came in about 5 seconds. Hermione didn’t feel particularly horny when around him, anyways. She only went out with him because she was expected to. She would much rather go out with anyone else.
She was suddenly pulled out of her thoughts by a door creaking open and quiet chattering moving down the hall.
“Shit, the fucking order meetings over.” Hermione jumped. They were going to come in here and see Hermione drinking and smoking! She needed to stay on their good side for her father’s sake.
Suddenly the door slammed open.
Hermione looked up with an evil glint in her eye to the intruder. Actually the three intruders, and when she saw who they were, she sat back down on her seat with an almost evil smirk formed perfectly upon her visage.
There, standing stock still in the doorway stood Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and (who would have thought,) Severus Snape.
She sat, thinking of nothing In particular. There was an order meeting going on, and she was the one who had turned 18, yet was not allowed in. Oh, Harry and Ron were allowed in, but not her! She found that overly unfair, well considering she was going out with that thicko, Ron Weasley, she should get to join in.
Hermione lent back into the plush cushion of the sofa, while remembering the last time she had had sex. Ron fumbled around like a usual clumsy oaf, and then came in about 5 seconds. Hermione didn’t feel particularly horny when around him, anyways. She only went out with him because she was expected to. She would much rather go out with anyone else.
She was suddenly pulled out of her thoughts by a door creaking open and quiet chattering moving down the hall.
“Shit, the fucking order meetings over.” Hermione jumped. They were going to come in here and see Hermione drinking and smoking! She needed to stay on their good side for her father’s sake.
Suddenly the door slammed open.
Hermione looked up with an evil glint in her eye to the intruder. Actually the three intruders, and when she saw who they were, she sat back down on her seat with an almost evil smirk formed perfectly upon her visage.
There, standing stock still in the doorway stood Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and (who would have thought,) Severus Snape.