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Title: Summer Romance
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: R
Genre: Romance/Angst
Pairings: Sirius/Andromeda
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am making no profit from this story.
Warnings: Implied underage, incest
Summary: While hiding from the rest of their family, Sirius and Andromeda grow unexpectedly close.
Author's Notes: This was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
rarepair_shorts Summer Wishlist Event 2014.
The library at Grandfather Pollux’s house is a desolate place. It’s hot and stuffy, filled with dust that coats rare and no-doubt valuable books with a thick layer of grey fluff. Andromeda hates it, but – and this is its only benefit – it’s private enough that no one will ever look for her there. She can curl up amongst the stacks, buried in books and her own company, and she can dream of a day where she might be able to be anything other than a Black. It’s a good dream.
It’s not even like she’s really hiding. Her relatives all know where she is – they approve, even, as if the presence of the books will somehow make her into a daughter they can be proud of – but they leave her alone. Grandfather Pollux is a self-interested man, and Grandmother is reduced to little more than a living ghost these days; trapped in her withering body and tended to by elves; kept out of sight. They don’t care that Andromeda is in their house. In their library.
They don’t care that Sirius is, either.
She’s surprised when they first run into each other amongst the stacks. But her surprise is a pleasant one – Sirius is by far her favourite relative. He’s brave enough to tell their family when they’re wrong; brave enough to deal with the consequences when he does. She’s surprised to see him, but not surprised that he would seek solitude as well.
Though, for all that they both came to the library to be alone, Andromeda doesn’t mind that Sirius is there with her. He doesn’t seem to mind her, either, and the days that she would normally have spent in silent contemplation turn to days of contentment. Happiness, even. With Sirius there, the library transforms from a dusty old relic in an ancient house and becomes a place of laughter and sanctuary.
A place where, hidden from sight and from the critical eyes of their relatives, their fingers entwine and their lips meet. It’s wrong. It’s the worst thing she’s ever done. It’s so, so wrong, but Sirius is handsome and gentle and the best of her relatives. He kisses like fire. His tongue scorches her as he presses it into her mouth and she guides his hands wantonly to her breasts, arching her back to press them hard against his palms.
He’s younger than her. She’s his first kiss, he tells her afterwards, with his eyes fixed on the nipple he holds pinched between his long fingers.
“I can be more than that,” she tells him, uncharacteristically bold – as if his Gryffindor recklessness has been passed to her in his saliva. She realises that she loves him, her cousin, because he’s the only one of them worth loving and he’s just as ill-fitting as she is.
He flushes, shy, and clears his throat. “Alright,” he says, and squeezes her until she gasps. Until she pushes his hand away and presses him up to one of the reading tables; drops to her knees in front of him and guides him out of his trousers.
It’s fast and messy, and he tries to thrust into her mouth so she has to hold his hips steady. The taste isn’t too bad, though, but it’s the way he folds into her arms afterwards that she really likes. He’s soft and pliant and willing – in the flush of first love – to do anything for her. So she teaches him what she likes and watches him blossom under her care. She teaches him to use his fingers and his tongue and she enjoys every minute of the practise.
It only lasts for the summer, of course. It’s not long after they return to Hogwarts that Ted Tonks – that handsome Hufflepuff Muggleborn she’s always had a bit of a thing for – finally pays her the attention she’s always craved. She loves Sirius, she really does, but she loves the idea of not being a Black even more, and she lets Ted take her to Hogsmeade.
“I’ll come to your wedding,” Sirius tells her when she tells him it’s over. “If you want me there.”
She kisses him softly, one last time. “Of course, cousin.”
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: R
Genre: Romance/Angst
Pairings: Sirius/Andromeda
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am making no profit from this story.
Warnings: Implied underage, incest
Summary: While hiding from the rest of their family, Sirius and Andromeda grow unexpectedly close.
Author's Notes: This was written for
rarepair_shorts Summer Wishlist Event 2014.The library at Grandfather Pollux’s house is a desolate place. It’s hot and stuffy, filled with dust that coats rare and no-doubt valuable books with a thick layer of grey fluff. Andromeda hates it, but – and this is its only benefit – it’s private enough that no one will ever look for her there. She can curl up amongst the stacks, buried in books and her own company, and she can dream of a day where she might be able to be anything other than a Black. It’s a good dream.
It’s not even like she’s really hiding. Her relatives all know where she is – they approve, even, as if the presence of the books will somehow make her into a daughter they can be proud of – but they leave her alone. Grandfather Pollux is a self-interested man, and Grandmother is reduced to little more than a living ghost these days; trapped in her withering body and tended to by elves; kept out of sight. They don’t care that Andromeda is in their house. In their library.
They don’t care that Sirius is, either.
She’s surprised when they first run into each other amongst the stacks. But her surprise is a pleasant one – Sirius is by far her favourite relative. He’s brave enough to tell their family when they’re wrong; brave enough to deal with the consequences when he does. She’s surprised to see him, but not surprised that he would seek solitude as well.
Though, for all that they both came to the library to be alone, Andromeda doesn’t mind that Sirius is there with her. He doesn’t seem to mind her, either, and the days that she would normally have spent in silent contemplation turn to days of contentment. Happiness, even. With Sirius there, the library transforms from a dusty old relic in an ancient house and becomes a place of laughter and sanctuary.
A place where, hidden from sight and from the critical eyes of their relatives, their fingers entwine and their lips meet. It’s wrong. It’s the worst thing she’s ever done. It’s so, so wrong, but Sirius is handsome and gentle and the best of her relatives. He kisses like fire. His tongue scorches her as he presses it into her mouth and she guides his hands wantonly to her breasts, arching her back to press them hard against his palms.
He’s younger than her. She’s his first kiss, he tells her afterwards, with his eyes fixed on the nipple he holds pinched between his long fingers.
“I can be more than that,” she tells him, uncharacteristically bold – as if his Gryffindor recklessness has been passed to her in his saliva. She realises that she loves him, her cousin, because he’s the only one of them worth loving and he’s just as ill-fitting as she is.
He flushes, shy, and clears his throat. “Alright,” he says, and squeezes her until she gasps. Until she pushes his hand away and presses him up to one of the reading tables; drops to her knees in front of him and guides him out of his trousers.
It’s fast and messy, and he tries to thrust into her mouth so she has to hold his hips steady. The taste isn’t too bad, though, but it’s the way he folds into her arms afterwards that she really likes. He’s soft and pliant and willing – in the flush of first love – to do anything for her. So she teaches him what she likes and watches him blossom under her care. She teaches him to use his fingers and his tongue and she enjoys every minute of the practise.
It only lasts for the summer, of course. It’s not long after they return to Hogwarts that Ted Tonks – that handsome Hufflepuff Muggleborn she’s always had a bit of a thing for – finally pays her the attention she’s always craved. She loves Sirius, she really does, but she loves the idea of not being a Black even more, and she lets Ted take her to Hogsmeade.
“I’ll come to your wedding,” Sirius tells her when she tells him it’s over. “If you want me there.”
She kisses him softly, one last time. “Of course, cousin.”
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Date: 2014-08-04 02:01 am (UTC)From:she loves the idea of not being a Black even more, and she lets Ted take her to Hogsmeade.
Very believable.
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Date: 2014-08-04 10:48 pm (UTC)From:From OotP, Sirius' childhood seems to be something that lingered with him. Of course, it might have been just because he was trapped in Grimmauld Place at the time, but still. So I tried to base this from that - and the fact that Sirius and Andromeda both tried to turn their backs on their family in different ways, giving them something in common.
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Date: 2014-08-20 07:27 am (UTC)From:because he’s the only one of them worth loving and he’s just as ill-fitting as she is. Yes, that would bring those two together. Both misfits in the Black family, whose very blackness pervades this story.
She loves Sirius, she really does, but she loves the idea of not being a Black even more, and she lets Ted take her to Hogsmeade. Great line.
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Date: 2014-08-20 08:45 pm (UTC)From:That line's my favourite <3