another anniversary drabble.
for
jocap.
prompts:
ron
tea
Loosely set in my "All That They Had Not Lost" trio world.
Title: Sundays
Words: 100
Sundays
Hermione looked out at the garden. Harry was lying on the grass with children tumbling over him.
She stretched like a cat before turning the page in her book. Sunday mornings were so lovely. Relaxed.
Footsteps approached behind her and then a blue and white china cup floated down onto the little table next to her arm.
She looked up to smile at Ron, who winked as he pulled out the Quidditch section of the Prophet and stretched out on the old sofa plonking his feet in her lap.
She smiled and thought, "Life doesn't get much better than this."