Comments | road_ahead: RP: Sundays with Harry

rar_hermione in road_ahead

RP: Sundays with Harry

Mar 16, 2008 12:56

Date: Sunday, October 16, 1998
Characters: Hermione Granger, Harry Potter
Location: Grimmauld
Status: Private
Summary: Hermione and Harry spend Sunday together
Completion: Complete

( My best friend is the one who brings out the best in me )

hermione granger, harry potter, place: grimmauld place, october 1998

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rar_harry March 16 2008, 21:14:24 UTC

Harry woke up later than normal on Sunday; it had been a long night, though not as bad as he'd thought it would be. The awkward and the uncomfortable and melancholy had balanced out with the good, so that it had evened out. So much had been happening that much of it had been a bit of a blur, though. Save for a few moments. Most of them centering on Hermione ( ... )

rar_hermione March 16 2008, 21:23:21 UTC

The sound of someone running down the stairs pulled Hermione from her book. She waited a moment, listening as she looked at the page. When the steps came towards the library, she looked up and smiled when she saw Harry. His hair was still wet from his shower, and she wondered what time it was.

"Morning," she said, scratching Crookshanks behind the ears as she watched Harry come closer. She looked down and bit her lip, closing her book and staring at the cover for a moment as she got her thoughts together. After a moment, she looked up. "Did you sleep well?"

"Were you ready for our walk or did you want to eat first?"

rar_harry March 16 2008, 21:51:00 UTC

"Slept alright, actually," he said, eyes flicking down to watch her catch her bottom lip between her teeth. "You?"

He reached down to scratch Crookshanks' flank, fidgeting slightly. "I could eat," he said, "but I think some air would be good right now. Maybe we can have breakfast afterward?"

rar_hermione March 16 2008, 22:45:40 UTC

"Really well. I was so tired that I can't even remember lying down."

When he reached down to scratch Crookshanks, she wondered why she had never noticed just how long his fingers were before she'd felt them against her hip while dancing at Katie's party. She held his hand a lot, knew it was bigger than hers, but it had never really been something she'd realized.

She blinked and nodded. "Why don't we go for a walk and get something to eat while we're out?" she suggested, meeting his gaze. "I feel brave today, for some reason, so we could walk a different way maybe."

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