RP: No Pink, Frilly, or Anatomically Incorrect Hearts-- check.

[shh_roger]

Date:February 14, 2005
Character(s): Hermione Granger, Roger Davies
Location: ....around.
Status: Private
Summary: Roger spends Valentine's Day with Hermione.
Completion: Complete

As he stood in front of his mirror in trousers and tucked-in shirt, Roger did up his tie. Then undid it, then tied it again.

"Ah, bugger it." He loosened the tie and yanked it

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[shh_hermione]

Hermione snorted. "I can list many people who would oppose the opinion of 'sweet and lovely', Roger," she informed him firmly. "I just have you fooled, I suppose, or maybe you just see something many don't." She considered that thought until he reached over and tucked her hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing against her cheek as he pulled back. She blinked at him and licked her lips before she looked down at her food.

"Oh, I'm bollocks with living things like plants," she murmured, glancing up with a sheepish smile. "I was horrible with anything we had to grow in Herbology. I'm hoping that the flowers planted here by the previous owners are strong enough to withstand my curse when it comes to plant life. I could find a book and instruct you, though. I quite like the idea of sitting with a glass of lemonade and giving you orders on what to plant and where."

She smiled as she teased him before he looked up at met her eyes. There wasn't really anything to say in reply to his soft words, so she bit her lip and finally looked away to stare at the stream as she tried to collect her thoughts.

"Probably too practical," she mused, sighing as she went back to eating. "But, you know, I'm really not completely practical. If I was, I'd not enjoy sneaking off on the motorbike or swimming at night. I think I'm just choosy on what areas of life earn that side of me versus always being daring or silly."

"This is delicious," she told him. "The wine and the food...it's a very lovely combination." She smiled before she went back to eating.

[shh_roger]

"You know what I think?" Roger asked, quirking a brow. "I think you rather fancy the idea of being all tough-as-nails. But you've a very sweet side, Hermione. You've shown it enough to me and so I know this to be true-- and don't argue," he said lightly with a small smile.

"Well, we'd be a sorry pair of gardeners, then, wouldn't we?" he asked, and laughed. And didn't mention that he quite liked when she got bossy. "You forget the part where I feed you grapes that I've peeled with my own hands."

"That's true," he mused, at her next words. "You have an adventurous side. It's nice to see that come out, and I'm glad that it comes out with me sometimes." She'd just said she was choosy about that.

"Well, I'm glad you like it," he said. "I took a chance that you'd like seafood, as I actually didn't know. But I like to live dangerously," he said, grinning and topping off their wine glasses. When they finished eating, he watched her and wondered when would be a suitable time to give her her gift. Deciding that it might as well be now, he put down his fork.

"So, I got you something," he began. "And I would have given it to you on any day, mind. But I figured since we were going out anyway, I'd go ahead and give it to you tonight." He fished into his jacket pocket and retrieved the little gift bag, then stood to round the table and straddle the bench beside her. "Happy Valentine's Day."

He handed it to her, sat back and waited for her to open it, hoping she wouldn't think it was over the top. "It, er, wasn't that big a deal, but you know. That time we went to London. I've just been thinking about it for a while."