Hermione enjoyed baths more than she cared to admit most of the time. Every other day around the same time she would run herself a nice hot bath - once a week with bubbles, too - as opposed to taking a quick shower, and she'd grab whatever book she was reading at the time, make sure her feet and hands were out of the water so they wouldn't get wrinkly, and lay back in her tub and read until the water got cold.
The thing was, she usually got carried away and forgot about time - it was after work, anyway, so she didn't have anything to worry about. Well. Not usually.
But getting so lost in her umpteenth reading of Jane Eyre had her mind wander away from the fact that she was supposed to be dressed and ready for dinner with Harry
( ... )
When Harry heard Hermione call from the bathroom, rather than think about that he went to the kitchen and started the dinner. He took out two wine glasses (thankful for knowing where things were kept) and opened the bottle to let it air for a moment before pouring one for each of them. The food cooked itself quickly (as had become habit as a kid, he thanked Merlin for magic) and when she came out of her bedroom he couldn't help but gasp a little bit. She stood posed in the door way and he had to shake his head to stop himself staring. "You look, what do I think? I think it's a good thing dinner is going to be done quickly, if not I'd be too preoccupied staring at you to get much done." He cut the distance etween them and kissed her quickly before she could protest, "You're beautiful
( ... )
Hermione had been about to interject that he was really laying it on thick this time, wasn't he, but he cut her off as if he'd expected her to protest what she'd said.
She made a face at him at his compliment, but, really, she couldn't help but be impressed when he showed her what was cooking for dinner - it smelled delicious! - and brought on the glasses of wine. "It's more than all right," Hermione said with a smile, taking the glass in her hand and giving it a taste. "Oh, Harry, that's spectacular. You're... really pulling out all the stops here, aren't you?" she asked, although it was meant more rhetorically than anything else, and smiling, she set down her glass at the table, walking over to her Muggle stereo and putting in a CD of hers.
The music came on - watch the sky for me... watch the night - and she walked back over to him, taking his hand. "You promised me you'd dance with me, mister," she said softly, throwing a glance over to dinner.
Harry hid a smile by ducking his head a bit when she seemed very impressed. He wasn't only trying to impress her, just wanted to let her know how important it was that he get things right for her. He hoped that the details would prove that to her. "The Muggle said this was just right for the dinner." He said again a modest shrug. "I wanted to take care for the details, it's not my strong suit but I want you to know how important it would be, how important
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The thing was, she usually got carried away and forgot about time - it was after work, anyway, so she didn't have anything to worry about. Well. Not usually.
But getting so lost in her umpteenth reading of Jane Eyre had her mind wander away from the fact that she was supposed to be dressed and ready for dinner with Harry ( ... )
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She made a face at him at his compliment, but, really, she couldn't help but be impressed when he showed her what was cooking for dinner - it smelled delicious! - and brought on the glasses of wine. "It's more than all right," Hermione said with a smile, taking the glass in her hand and giving it a taste. "Oh, Harry, that's spectacular. You're... really pulling out all the stops here, aren't you?" she asked, although it was meant more rhetorically than anything else, and smiling, she set down her glass at the table, walking over to her Muggle stereo and putting in a CD of hers.
The music came on - watch the sky for me... watch the night - and she walked back over to him, taking his hand. "You promised me you'd dance with me, mister," she said softly, throwing a glance over to dinner.
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