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The one where Hermione is Sirius’s accountant, and he has to rescue her from the snow storm.
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Your typical holiday fic where the FMC gets stranded in the snow only to get fucked by an older man.
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“Do you like pussy, Hermione?”
She nearly chokes on her tea, amber eyes widening as she coughs a broken, “Excuse me?”
Sirius grins, pleased at her discomfort. He quirks a dark brow, nodding at the picture of her and Crookshanks atop her desk.
“Pussy-cats; is he yours?”
“His name is Crookshanks.”
But Sirius pushes. “What did you think I was playing at? Did you think I was inquiring if you prefer chicks to blokes?”
“You know how that sounded, and even if I did, that would be none—”
Sirius tsks, standing with his folder in hand. “It isn’t my fault that you have a dirty mind. You really shouldn’t have those kinds of thoughts at work—especially in the presence of a client.” He approaches the door, hand resting on the handle. He looks at her over his shoulder, grey eyes sparkling with a mischief she can’t quite place. “But I guess it's good to know. See you next quarter, kitten.”