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It Would Be Spring
Wednesday, August 23rd, 2006 05:02 pmI have written- an odd thing. It is about Hermione and Snape, sort of post-HBP, sort of in another world. There's little plot, and somewhere in there is the smuttiest thing I've ever written that, you know, other people will see. So:
It Would Be Spring.
Rated R for language and sexual situations.
"Don't thank me yet, Miss Granger," he said, rising. And possibly retreating. There was most likely a very fine difference. "Supplies have been short since the fall. I may only be able to get us a very large bucket." He shut the door behind him. The sound of crockery smashing against it was the least of his worries.
( Two facts came into focus at the same moment: it was winter, and they'd quite seriously blown up the bathtub. )
It Would Be Spring.
Rated R for language and sexual situations.
"Don't thank me yet, Miss Granger," he said, rising. And possibly retreating. There was most likely a very fine difference. "Supplies have been short since the fall. I may only be able to get us a very large bucket." He shut the door behind him. The sound of crockery smashing against it was the least of his worries.
( Two facts came into focus at the same moment: it was winter, and they'd quite seriously blown up the bathtub. )
