Who: Harry and Hermione What: Hallway Conversation When: Late tonight, well after Teddy would have fallen asleep Where: HP residence, Home of wayward Harry Potter characters Rating: Low Status: Incomplete
Being pregnant was interesting. Back at Hogwarts, and even after she'd started working for the Ministry, she'd rarely needed more than six hours of sleep a night, and never more than eight, and every morning she'd awaken refreshed and ready to start the day. Now, she'd fall into bed, and barring any sort of nagging discomfort that might keep her awake, she'd fall right to sleep, and sometimes she wouldn't stir for a solid twelve hours. And she'd catch herself craving a nap in the middle of the afternoon, to boot.
Tonight, though, she couldn't sleep. Reading hadn't helped, and neither had staring at the darkened wall, waiting for sleep to come. Her mind was simply too full of whirling thoughts to allow her to rest easily. Maybe I'll get some tea, she thought, pushing herself up and out of bed and crossing quietly to the door.
Opening it, she stared at the figure seated against the opposite wall. "...hi," she whispered. "That can't be very comfortable."
Harry frowned, tipping his head back to seek out her face in the quasi-darkness. It wasn't the first time she'd been out of bed later at night, but it was the first time he'd been caught acting like this. That alone was embarrassing.
"I tried," she said simply. "Wasn't going too well." She tilted her head, considering him. She could probably guess what he was doing, sitting out there in the darkened hall. She asked anyway. "What are you doing out here?"
"Listening." Luckily for Harry, that wasn't even close to a lie, or else Hermione would try and pick it apart. Harry listened to the sound of Teddy's snores and the gentle wheezes that slipped past Hermione's door. It kept him moderately sane knowing they both were safe and he was in leaping distance if not.
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Tonight, though, she couldn't sleep. Reading hadn't helped, and neither had staring at the darkened wall, waiting for sleep to come. Her mind was simply too full of whirling thoughts to allow her to rest easily. Maybe I'll get some tea, she thought, pushing herself up and out of bed and crossing quietly to the door.
Opening it, she stared at the figure seated against the opposite wall. "...hi," she whispered. "That can't be very comfortable."
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"I thought you were asleep."
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