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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
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Adult +
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30
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18,715
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132
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Scorpio
A/N: just a quickie for you.
SCORPIO
“Now, Miss Granger, Scorpios can be vengeful, intense and unsettling. They are considered to be bad boys and girls! Give me bad-ass!” said the photographer, his hands gesturing wildly.
“That isn’t the easiest thing to do in my pink, fuzzy dressing gown that has little blue rabbits hopping all over it.” She said, looking down at the most comfortable garment she owned. It had been a gift from Ginny when she joined the auror training camp – nobody would dispute it was hers or thieve it. Crookshanks had eaten the matching slippers after they hopped past his basket.
“Well, no…” said the photographer, noting that Hermione now had the face of a perfect angel. “But you have to have something better under that monstrosity!”
“Monstrosity! This is my favourite dressing gown!”
“Darling, it’s hideous. Rabbits were so last season”
“Depends if they have batteries…” Hermione mused.
“Battered what?” asked the assistant, not understanding the muggle reference. Harry, stood to one side of the ‘earth’ set laughed and almost choked on his cup of tea.
“Now – we have to pose you – give me ‘I’m going to kick the you-know-what out of you, and have you beg for more!” shouted the photographer, gesturing wildly.
Hermione stood with her legs a shoulder-and-a-half apart. One hand rested on a shapely hip, the other behind her head. Her eye were pure venom; one eyebrow raised in defiance; her lips parted in invitation; a slight flush to her cheeks.
“Oh, wonderful – now, hold this.” The photographer handed Hermione a badly sculpted wax scorpion. “Don’t look at it like that!”
“It looks like it’s been squashed with a shovel!” she laughed, fishing her wand out from underneath the dressing gown and transfiguring it into something more realistic.
“Now, hold the bug and look at me like you did earlier!” said the photographer, lining up the shot from behind the camera.
Hermione had attracted quite a crowd of aurors in dressing gowns, and a few dressed for work. They laughed and joked with her, and suddenly chanted “Off, off, off, off!”
“Give the people what they want!” yelled the photographer, the aurors cheering in thanks.
The dressing gown dropped to the floor.
***
“Merlin, Guinevere, and the knights of the round table!” cried Joe.
“Uhh!” sighed Dave, retying his dressing gown cord to cover his male anatomy more successfully.
“Phwoar!” said the twins in unison.
“You two are married!” scolded Jess.
“We can look. But can’t touch.” They chorused.
Hermione stood in the jungle set wearing an emerald green silk corset embroidered with little gold scorpions; lace French knickers, in a matching green, were edged in gold lace. A black suspender belt rode her hips, the claws of two gold scorpions gripping the tops of the black sheer stockings. A pair of gold strappy heels adorned her feet, emerald scorpions masquerading as ankle straps.
A flick of her wand and her hair was ruffled and static charged, a slim gold band glittering in the artificial light. Another flick and a gold ribbon was gently tied around her long neck, the tapes trailing over the arm holding the scorpion. She tucked the ribbon into a static claw, patting the wax model on the head.
A quick spell transfigured the assistant’s comb into a golden whip, which she held by her side, flicking it in a bored fashion. She rocked hypnotically on her high heels, her hips moving rhythmically from side to side slightly.
“Well, well, erm… good.” Said the photographer, moving behind his camera once more.
“Are you sure she wasn’t a Slytherin?” Lucius said, his eyes lost in the elevated cleavage that was enhanced by the corset.
“Yeah.” Harry laughed, he didn’t seem remotely affected by the total seductive nature of the outfit.
“Positive?” he questioned again, glad of the impotence potion once more.
“Maybe she’s a closet Slytherin?” said Jess with a giggle.
CLICK.
SCORPIO
“Now, Miss Granger, Scorpios can be vengeful, intense and unsettling. They are considered to be bad boys and girls! Give me bad-ass!” said the photographer, his hands gesturing wildly.
“That isn’t the easiest thing to do in my pink, fuzzy dressing gown that has little blue rabbits hopping all over it.” She said, looking down at the most comfortable garment she owned. It had been a gift from Ginny when she joined the auror training camp – nobody would dispute it was hers or thieve it. Crookshanks had eaten the matching slippers after they hopped past his basket.
“Well, no…” said the photographer, noting that Hermione now had the face of a perfect angel. “But you have to have something better under that monstrosity!”
“Monstrosity! This is my favourite dressing gown!”
“Darling, it’s hideous. Rabbits were so last season”
“Depends if they have batteries…” Hermione mused.
“Battered what?” asked the assistant, not understanding the muggle reference. Harry, stood to one side of the ‘earth’ set laughed and almost choked on his cup of tea.
“Now – we have to pose you – give me ‘I’m going to kick the you-know-what out of you, and have you beg for more!” shouted the photographer, gesturing wildly.
Hermione stood with her legs a shoulder-and-a-half apart. One hand rested on a shapely hip, the other behind her head. Her eye were pure venom; one eyebrow raised in defiance; her lips parted in invitation; a slight flush to her cheeks.
“Oh, wonderful – now, hold this.” The photographer handed Hermione a badly sculpted wax scorpion. “Don’t look at it like that!”
“It looks like it’s been squashed with a shovel!” she laughed, fishing her wand out from underneath the dressing gown and transfiguring it into something more realistic.
“Now, hold the bug and look at me like you did earlier!” said the photographer, lining up the shot from behind the camera.
Hermione had attracted quite a crowd of aurors in dressing gowns, and a few dressed for work. They laughed and joked with her, and suddenly chanted “Off, off, off, off!”
“Give the people what they want!” yelled the photographer, the aurors cheering in thanks.
The dressing gown dropped to the floor.
***
“Merlin, Guinevere, and the knights of the round table!” cried Joe.
“Uhh!” sighed Dave, retying his dressing gown cord to cover his male anatomy more successfully.
“Phwoar!” said the twins in unison.
“You two are married!” scolded Jess.
“We can look. But can’t touch.” They chorused.
Hermione stood in the jungle set wearing an emerald green silk corset embroidered with little gold scorpions; lace French knickers, in a matching green, were edged in gold lace. A black suspender belt rode her hips, the claws of two gold scorpions gripping the tops of the black sheer stockings. A pair of gold strappy heels adorned her feet, emerald scorpions masquerading as ankle straps.
A flick of her wand and her hair was ruffled and static charged, a slim gold band glittering in the artificial light. Another flick and a gold ribbon was gently tied around her long neck, the tapes trailing over the arm holding the scorpion. She tucked the ribbon into a static claw, patting the wax model on the head.
A quick spell transfigured the assistant’s comb into a golden whip, which she held by her side, flicking it in a bored fashion. She rocked hypnotically on her high heels, her hips moving rhythmically from side to side slightly.
“Well, well, erm… good.” Said the photographer, moving behind his camera once more.
“Are you sure she wasn’t a Slytherin?” Lucius said, his eyes lost in the elevated cleavage that was enhanced by the corset.
“Yeah.” Harry laughed, he didn’t seem remotely affected by the total seductive nature of the outfit.
“Positive?” he questioned again, glad of the impotence potion once more.
“Maybe she’s a closet Slytherin?” said Jess with a giggle.
CLICK.