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snoggedTitle: Better Than The Alternative
Author: snogged
Pairing: Ron/Hermione, minor Hermione/Draco
Disclaimer: I don't own this stuff. I'm just playing.
Rating/Warnings: FRM/R; implied sex
Word Count: 117
Prompt: "Ron/Hermione??? I despise that pair, so be as mean to Ron as you want! *EG*"
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lzod
Beta: None. Please let me know if you spot any spelling/grammar errors
A/N: I hope people will forgive me for this. It really could be worse. And I'm probably meaner to Hermione than Ron.
After a few dates with Ron, Hermione felt like she was faking more smiles, weaving more lies as she pretended to love him.
At the beginning, she had thought her brain was producing feelings of like and lust, but the moment their lips touched, it felt more like a bad stomachache. Maybe it was because he still tasted like Lavender Brown.
But she couldn’t bring herself to tell him. She didn’t want to watch their friendship shatter into pieces. So instead, she let Draco Malfoy take her into the broom closet and fuck her into filthy oblivion as he called her a dirty mud blood.
In a sick and twisted way, it was better than the alternative.
Author: snogged
Pairing: Ron/Hermione, minor Hermione/Draco
Disclaimer: I don't own this stuff. I'm just playing.
Rating/Warnings: FRM/R; implied sex
Word Count: 117
Prompt: "Ron/Hermione??? I despise that pair, so be as mean to Ron as you want! *EG*"
Requested by
lzodBeta: None. Please let me know if you spot any spelling/grammar errors
A/N: I hope people will forgive me for this. It really could be worse. And I'm probably meaner to Hermione than Ron.
After a few dates with Ron, Hermione felt like she was faking more smiles, weaving more lies as she pretended to love him.
At the beginning, she had thought her brain was producing feelings of like and lust, but the moment their lips touched, it felt more like a bad stomachache. Maybe it was because he still tasted like Lavender Brown.
But she couldn’t bring herself to tell him. She didn’t want to watch their friendship shatter into pieces. So instead, she let Draco Malfoy take her into the broom closet and fuck her into filthy oblivion as he called her a dirty mud blood.
In a sick and twisted way, it was better than the alternative.
