RP: Star Gazing

[rar_hermione]

Date: Friday, March 22, 1999
Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger
Location: On the roof, Grimmauld Place
Status: Private
Summary: Hermione and Harry have dinner
Completion: Complete

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[rar_harry]

Harry Apparated to his bedroom, arms laden with bags from the Italian Kitchen. He'd left one in the kitchen, because they'd had a dinner special at the restaurant and he knew Ron wouldn't mind some pizza if he was around. If not, they could always eat it for breakfast tomorrow

[rar_hermione]

There wasn't too long to wait. She heard the low squeak of the door as it opened and looked over from where she was lying against the pillows. She watched Harry walking towards her and felt a tingle in her belly when she noticed how he was looking at her. She shifted as her cheeks flooded with warmth and bit her lip as she got into a more appropriate position for eating.

"Hi," she murmured, clearing her throat when she heard how she sounded. The food smelled good, and she noticed that he'd got them dinner from the Italian Kitchen. That was something to focus her attention on instead of trying to analyze how he was staring at her and why her body always felt so strange when he looked at her that way.

He held up a blanket, and she smiled as she reached for it. "I went ahead and got things ready, so we could start our date sooner. We might need it later, though. If it gets colder and we don't want to use charms or whatever."

[rar_harry]

"Yeah, I reckon so," he said quietly, shifting and leaning over to set the extra blanket out of the way. He looked up, then around the roof, then back down at her as she sat up. "It's nice up here tonight." Still on his knees, he gave into the urge to kiss her, lifting a hand to grip her chin as he leant in and pressed his mouth to hers.

"I got Italian." He smiled as he drew back. "Guess you can already smell that, though. Just some breadsticks and pasta and things."

[rar_hermione]

Before she could take the blanket, Harry put it to the side. She dropped her hand and withdrew it, feeling slightly awkward. "It is," she agreed, looking around the roof before she focused back on him.

He leaned forward and touched her chin before his lips pressed against hers. She sighed softly when he pulled back, tempted to pull him back down for another kiss. He started talking about food, though, and her tummy reminded her that she'd not eaten a proper lunch by way of growling as she smelled the breadsticks and pasta.

"It smells great," she said, ducking her head slightly as she reached for the wine and glasses. Hopefully he hadn't hear her tummy growling. If so, well, he'd heard it before, so she shouldn't feel weird about him hearing it just because they were on a date. "I brought wine and juice, but I think the wine would go well with the Italian. Would you like a glass?"

[rar_hermione]

"Do you have any idea how many applicants there are going to be?" she asked curiously. It would be good if a lot of people wanted to go into Auror training. Harry and Ron would make it regardless of how many applied, of course.

She saw him smile and rolled her eyes. "Yes, I do." Her tone conveyed 'as you well know' rather well, she noticed. When he asked who it was, she was tempted to name someone else just because he was being cheeky. "Ten months out of twelve is not well under a year. Fortunately, I think he doesn't mind dating an older woman."

She reached over and snatched the breadstick off his plate and took a bite before she smiled. "He also doesn't mind sharing his food with me."

[rar_harry]

"Not really," he said, "I guess I just assumed there'd be a bunch of people going for it. All I know so far who's going for it besides myself and Ron is Ernie."

"I still say it's well under a year," he muttered, smiling slightly. "But no, it looks like older women are alright with me." He ducked his head, but it popped back up again when she snatched his breadstick. "Oi! I wasn't done with that."

He grinned and reached for a piece of shrimp from her plate, popped it into his mouth. "Now we're almost even," he said, sipping some of his wine before grabbing the bottle so that he could top both their glasses off.

[rar_hermione]

"Hmph. Older woman, you better mean," she muttered, knowing all too well that he'd fancied Cho before, and the he was friendly with too many fit Quidditch girls older than them for her preference. However, she tried to remind herself that she had more male friends than female, and he didn't mind her going out for meals or museums with them, so she couldn't be jealous. Or, at least, not openly.

"Hey! Breadstick does not equal shrimp." She picked up her fork and speared a piece of his chicken. She took a bite and licked sauce off her lips. "That's really good. I like the shrimp more, though. Oh, and now we're even."

[rar_harry]

"Well, since there's just one," he said, "then that's what I mean."

Harry laughed when she retaliated by stealing his chicken; it was hard to get too upset when he was treated with the sight of her tongue swiping sauce off her lips. She'd missed a spot, though. He reached over and thumbed it away, carefully, the smile fading from his face. He pulled his hand back again, shifting, and reached for his glass, taking a deep drink of his wine.

"That's better."

[rar_hermione]

Harry was looking at her. She could feel him staring, which had her fighting the impulse to stare at him in return. While she had always had a sort of sixth sense when it came to Harry, even when they'd just been best friends and crushes and attraction had never been a thought, it was different now that they were dating. He looked at her differently, touched her in ways he never had before even when it was the most chaste and casual brush of his fingers against her hand, and their connection was different, too

[rar_harry]

Harry felt her fingers in his hair, noticing that she seemed to like doing that almost as much as he liked the way it felt. He shifted even closer, until he could feel how warm her body was, and braced himself on his elbow. Her lips moved apart as his kissed her, and he caught her bottom lip between his and sucked gently as he let his free hand wander.

He ran his fingers through her hair, tugging gently as it spread over the pillow. Bringing his hand back, he dragged his fingers along her cheek and down her neck. Tiliting his head, he angled his mouth over hers and moved his tongue past her lips. He could taste the wine she'd been drinking.

[rar_hermione]

Harry started to suck her lip, which she no longer found strange like she had the first time. Now, she just enjoyed it, especially when it meant he was closer to her. She moved her hand from his hair down his back then back up.

When she felt him tug on her hair, she whimpered softly, making a noise that she still didn't believe came from her even if it was becoming familiar. It felt so nice when he did that, though, and she tightened her grip on his hair as she pressed closer to him. His fingertips were rough and warm as they touched her face and neck, and she couldn't help but wonder what they'd feel like touching her other places.

At that thought, she flushed, feeling heat spread throughout her. He was using his tongue now, and she shifted her head so she wouldn't be rubbing his nose before she curled her tongue around his to deepen the kiss.

[rar_harry]

He groaned as Hermione curved her tongue against his, loving the way she tasted, and the fact that every time they kissed she got a little more bold. He stroked his fingers along her neck, feeling her pulse beat.

Wanting to taste more, he lifted his head, with a last tug on her bottom lip and focused his attention on her neck, kissing along her jaw until he reached her ear.

"This okay?" he rasped, trailing his hand down until his fingers rested just beneath the collar of her jumper, brushing against her collarbone. He pressed his lips to the spot just behind her jaw.