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ENTRY #9
Title: The Black side of the Moon
Author:l1z
I am of legal drinking age in my region: (yes/no) yes (but what if I wrote no? MHHHHHHHHHH)
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Hermione/Sirius Black/Remus Lupin
Challenge: In my defense, the moon was full and I was left unsupervised
Summary: Hermione wants to try something more "dark" and tormented than regular Ronald, but things don't quite go as expected
Rating/Warnings:Nah
Word count: 1024
Author's Notes (if any): I slept through the writing part of the second half... Hope you don't notice... ooops, too bad now I've told you!
sirius black
bonfire
astronomy tower---
full moon
"It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be", Hermione whispered to a shadow in the moonlight. It was since she had read this line on the cheesy book that Lavanda Brown had lent her that she had wanted to whisper it in somebody's mouth.
It was just, Ronald was not tormented enough for her. He was this really complexed boy with freakles, a comforting person who she had learned to manage after years of bullying. But now that she was a real woman, now that the Voldemort threat was over and she didn't feel like she should make up with at least one guy before being murdered, she felt llike she needed something more, someone darker.
*
It was so fucking good to see the full moon and not think of Moony, for once.
Today, for Padfoot, the full moon meant that he had a date with H.
She was attractive, that was for sure - and she was kinda sexy, with that crazy hair. And she was mysterious, 'cuz she didn't want to tell him his name, but that was alright. Sirius didn't care: that was too good for wasting it quith questions.
"What are you talking about?", he cuckled. How could that mysterious Ravenclaw that he'd never run into in corridors be that good at figuring out what was in his mind?
*
"Just take it as a prediction, Sirius - oh, she loved to whisper his name against his neck - You are going to be such a better person than you think you are, in some years".
She closed her eyes, pushing her cheek against the smooth fabric of his uniform, feeling his hair gently brushing against her lips every time that she took a breath.
*
The only downside of crazy-sexy H. was when she was going all Sybill Trelawney [YUP, I know, inconsistency: sorryyyy!] with her predictions. She kinda creeped him out, because some of those predictions were true (like that sucker Slughorn and his pop-quiz!), so normally Sirius just preferred to shut her up with a spicy kiss. She was so happy whenever that happened, that Sirius had started to believe she creeped him out on purpose to get more action.
*
"Don't you already think I'm a great person, H? 'Cuz I think I am", he said. His voice was not steady, and his smile flickered a bit when he spoke, but he managed to hide it quite well. At least, that was what he hoped. But Hermione was too smart not to notice it.
"I think you don't think you're a great person", she said, "But I also think..."
*
"Padfoot?"
Oh, Crap!
*
"Remus?"
Hermione was puzzled. Why wasn't Lupin a wolf yet? And why was he so upset right now? Was she going to see him transform again? She still had nightmares of his transformation she had seen on third year, and she would really rather not see another one.
"Sirius, should we go somewheere else?" she asked, pressing against his cheztù. She didn't have much time before having to go back to her eight year in Hogwarts, and she really wanted to spend the time she had efficiently. As a matter of fact, she had started to follow Divination again only to be allowed to have a Timeturner again, and she wanted her efforts to be compensated by - at least - a good makeout session with Sirius. Of course, she had always been facinated by tormented Lupin as well, so if he wanted to join...
*
"Stay away from him, byatch! He's mine!".
Lupin's scream echoed in the dark, while Hermione,s ears becane purple with rage: "Remus!", she screamed back in disdain.
"So, this is why you have missed our last dates lately!". Remus was not a wolf yet, but he was for sure quite fierce. "You told me you came to the aSTRONOMY TOWER TO STUDY!"
- "Anathomy", Hermione smirked at her own joke.
*
"Remus, no! Sorry!", Sirius pushed H. away. "You know I have problems with monogamy! I just had to fuck the last woman before being sure of wnating to become serious with you. But now I'm not sure. I mean, ok, she's hairy, but at least I can see her face. Whenever you become a wolf I cannot even recognise you!
"Oh, fuck you! I'm just going have some crazy sex with Wormtail. Yeah, he's a dickface, but he's really good with his tail and at least he doesn't have doubts on his identity!
Sirius was petrified ike a basilisc had stared at him. He even started to cry, and Hermione though "What the hell, what a pussy! Ronakd can be more of a man than this!".
"Wait, Remus, wait! You can still make a honest man out of me!", Sirius weaned, leaving Hermione to run after Remus, who had stormed away from the room in a waterfall of tears.
Hermione couldn,t accept that, not after having listened to Trelawney's last prophecy that same day: "Are Emus going to steal your series o'love?". That was Trelawney's version, but nov Hermione understood the real meaning: "R-emus's going to steal your Serious love?".
Fuck divination.
Fuck Serious.
Fuck Drama.
She had had enough, and she wasn't going to study that shit anymore: nothing good came from that.
"Avada Kedavra", she wispered. Nobody could walk out on her. And, by the way, Sirious wasn't that impostant in Harry's story.
And he didn't have kids.
He cold esily die withut conseuences besidez making Hermione feel better about her being a powerful and confident woman.
She smiled, while she walked past Sirius's dead body on the stairzs of the Astronomy tower - Lupin now crying and howling on his dead body.
"What did you do? Who the hell are you?", he screamed, the face red and teary.
"You shall not know my name. Just call me your Dark Lady. Or She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named", sche whispered, before turning the Timeturner and going back to her era.
"And She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Dumped", she added in her head. But that was not cool enough to say aloud.
Author:
l1zI am of legal drinking age in my region: (yes/no) yes (but what if I wrote no? MHHHHHHHHHH)
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Hermione/Sirius Black/Remus Lupin
Challenge: In my defense, the moon was full and I was left unsupervised
Summary: Hermione wants to try something more "dark" and tormented than regular Ronald, but things don't quite go as expected
Rating/Warnings:Nah
Word count: 1024
Author's Notes (if any): I slept through the writing part of the second half... Hope you don't notice... ooops, too bad now I've told you!
sirius black
bonfire
astronomy tower---
full moon
"It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be", Hermione whispered to a shadow in the moonlight. It was since she had read this line on the cheesy book that Lavanda Brown had lent her that she had wanted to whisper it in somebody's mouth.
It was just, Ronald was not tormented enough for her. He was this really complexed boy with freakles, a comforting person who she had learned to manage after years of bullying. But now that she was a real woman, now that the Voldemort threat was over and she didn't feel like she should make up with at least one guy before being murdered, she felt llike she needed something more, someone darker.
*
It was so fucking good to see the full moon and not think of Moony, for once.
Today, for Padfoot, the full moon meant that he had a date with H.
She was attractive, that was for sure - and she was kinda sexy, with that crazy hair. And she was mysterious, 'cuz she didn't want to tell him his name, but that was alright. Sirius didn't care: that was too good for wasting it quith questions.
"What are you talking about?", he cuckled. How could that mysterious Ravenclaw that he'd never run into in corridors be that good at figuring out what was in his mind?
*
"Just take it as a prediction, Sirius - oh, she loved to whisper his name against his neck - You are going to be such a better person than you think you are, in some years".
She closed her eyes, pushing her cheek against the smooth fabric of his uniform, feeling his hair gently brushing against her lips every time that she took a breath.
*
The only downside of crazy-sexy H. was when she was going all Sybill Trelawney [YUP, I know, inconsistency: sorryyyy!] with her predictions. She kinda creeped him out, because some of those predictions were true (like that sucker Slughorn and his pop-quiz!), so normally Sirius just preferred to shut her up with a spicy kiss. She was so happy whenever that happened, that Sirius had started to believe she creeped him out on purpose to get more action.
*
"Don't you already think I'm a great person, H? 'Cuz I think I am", he said. His voice was not steady, and his smile flickered a bit when he spoke, but he managed to hide it quite well. At least, that was what he hoped. But Hermione was too smart not to notice it.
"I think you don't think you're a great person", she said, "But I also think..."
*
"Padfoot?"
Oh, Crap!
*
"Remus?"
Hermione was puzzled. Why wasn't Lupin a wolf yet? And why was he so upset right now? Was she going to see him transform again? She still had nightmares of his transformation she had seen on third year, and she would really rather not see another one.
"Sirius, should we go somewheere else?" she asked, pressing against his cheztù. She didn't have much time before having to go back to her eight year in Hogwarts, and she really wanted to spend the time she had efficiently. As a matter of fact, she had started to follow Divination again only to be allowed to have a Timeturner again, and she wanted her efforts to be compensated by - at least - a good makeout session with Sirius. Of course, she had always been facinated by tormented Lupin as well, so if he wanted to join...
*
"Stay away from him, byatch! He's mine!".
Lupin's scream echoed in the dark, while Hermione,s ears becane purple with rage: "Remus!", she screamed back in disdain.
"So, this is why you have missed our last dates lately!". Remus was not a wolf yet, but he was for sure quite fierce. "You told me you came to the aSTRONOMY TOWER TO STUDY!"
- "Anathomy", Hermione smirked at her own joke.
*
"Remus, no! Sorry!", Sirius pushed H. away. "You know I have problems with monogamy! I just had to fuck the last woman before being sure of wnating to become serious with you. But now I'm not sure. I mean, ok, she's hairy, but at least I can see her face. Whenever you become a wolf I cannot even recognise you!
"Oh, fuck you! I'm just going have some crazy sex with Wormtail. Yeah, he's a dickface, but he's really good with his tail and at least he doesn't have doubts on his identity!
Sirius was petrified ike a basilisc had stared at him. He even started to cry, and Hermione though "What the hell, what a pussy! Ronakd can be more of a man than this!".
"Wait, Remus, wait! You can still make a honest man out of me!", Sirius weaned, leaving Hermione to run after Remus, who had stormed away from the room in a waterfall of tears.
Hermione couldn,t accept that, not after having listened to Trelawney's last prophecy that same day: "Are Emus going to steal your series o'love?". That was Trelawney's version, but nov Hermione understood the real meaning: "R-emus's going to steal your Serious love?".
Fuck divination.
Fuck Serious.
Fuck Drama.
She had had enough, and she wasn't going to study that shit anymore: nothing good came from that.
"Avada Kedavra", she wispered. Nobody could walk out on her. And, by the way, Sirious wasn't that impostant in Harry's story.
And he didn't have kids.
He cold esily die withut conseuences besidez making Hermione feel better about her being a powerful and confident woman.
She smiled, while she walked past Sirius's dead body on the stairzs of the Astronomy tower - Lupin now crying and howling on his dead body.
"What did you do? Who the hell are you?", he screamed, the face red and teary.
"You shall not know my name. Just call me your Dark Lady. Or She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named", sche whispered, before turning the Timeturner and going back to her era.
"And She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Dumped", she added in her head. But that was not cool enough to say aloud.