*Pulls head from arse to post*
Hello, all! I have completely neglected to post my drabbles here, but I have been writing and posting them to my personal journal, so you get a three-day dump! Whoot!
Hedwig stroked her downy under-feathers over the hot, taut skin of Ron's arse, yellow eyes narrowed, beak parted slightly as he shuddered and moaned. His hips shifted restlessly under her wing and she hooted softly, knowing how he craved the sound of her voice.
"Again, girl," Draco breathed, tongue wetting his bottom lip.
Hedwig turned her head completely around until she could look him in the eye. She ruffled her feathers and pecked him sharply for interrupting. She was in control here, not him. Not either of them.
She spread her wings and flapped them forcefully, stirring the cool air to swirl over Ron's sweat-slick skin and push Draco's silky hair back off his forehead. Draco yearned toward her, pulling against his restraints that held him firmly to the branch that held her large nest.
Hermione gasped as the rain beat down around her, soaking into her hair until it was saturated, then sliding down her face and neck to dribble over her naked skin. The warm, summer rain added a hedonistic element to the tongues that were bathing every part of her flesh.
She gasped and threaded her fingers through one head of darkened, wet red hair, never knowing if it was Fred or George who she was encouraging. The other twin left off sucking kisses into the backs of her knees momentarily to stand and lick the water from her lips before sharing its sweet flavour with her.
"Why haven't we done this before?" someone asked.
"It was too cold before," she murmured against the mouth pressed against hers, causing that twin to pull back—it was George—and begin to chuckle.
"Fred, we've failed."
"Oh? How so?" The movement of Fred's lips there as he spoke made Hermione moan softly.
"She's still able to think logically."
"A terrible failing, to be sure."
"Something we need to remedy." With that, George and Fred pushed her back until she was lying on the wet grass. Fred slowly slid into her, and George kissed and bit at her breasts until Hermione gasped as the rain beat down around her.
Advent Drabble #3: The Newest Trend. Snermione, PG 13?
Hermione looked distrustfully at the object in Severus' hand, not sure exactly how to say what she thought of his idea. Which was quite unusual as she was rarely at a loss for words.
She coughed politely, hoping that would spark some idea, but really all she could think to say was, "How... interesting."
"Yes, it is supposed to be the newest trend in all-natural pleasure tools."
Hermione coughed again, prompting a look of vaguest concern from Severus. With a small, soundless sigh, she gave up all efforts at diplomacy. "Severus, darling. That's a pineapple."
He looked down at the object in his hand and looked back up at her, his expression plainly saying 'And?'
She allowed her gaze to rest on the top button of his starched black shirt as she attempted to find a delicate way to put this. "As much as you may have heard about women and certain vegetables, I can quite assure you that something as pointy, prickly, and... well, as large as a pineapple is not something that I will allow you to come near me or any of my bits with."
"But, Hermione--"
"Severus, let me be plain. If you wish to use that as a 'pleasure tool,' it will be used on you. When I shove it up your arse sideways."
His face turned green--which she only noticed due to the length of time she'd spent with him--and he walked out of the living room and into the kitchen.
She sighed in relief and went back to her book, only looking up when she heard a slight noise from the doorway. Looking up, she burst into laughter when she saw Severus standing there leering at her with a banana clutched in his hand.