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

Feb 14, 2007 16:22

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 ( Read more... )

february 2005, roger davies, hermione granger

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shh_hermione February 16 2007, 00:15:45 UTC

"I wasn't going to argue," she denied, being silly for a moment and sticking her tongue out at him. "I'm not at all tough-as-nails. I used to be terribly emotional, you know? I've just grown up a lot in the last few years, as have many of us."

She laughed. "Right. How could I forget that part? It's a favorite in my plans for world domination," she quipped. "Of course, since you are my beck-and-call man, I suppose I could have peeled grapes any old time."

"I quite like seafood, though, honestly, I'm not overly picky about food. As long as it's edible, I can eat most anything," she admitted. "After years of worrying about meals more often than not, any particular habits I had about food seemed to fade when it came to eating or starving. That's a good thing, though, as it means I'm rather easy to please. About food, at least."

The meal went by quickly as they ate silently save for occasional comments. She liked sharing the quiet with Roger, how there wasn't such a need to feel the silence and how they could just be. When she was ( ... )

shh_roger February 16 2007, 00:30:19 UTC

She looked up at him, box in hand, and Roger nodded encouragingly. "Go ahead." He watched her face as she opened the box, and the look on it made him want to grin, but then she started on about how he shouldn't have done it. He smiled wryly. "I can be silly at times," he said lightly. "But not about this."

The internal struggle was on her face as she looked at him. At her next words, he shook his head, reached out and closed his hands over hers on the box. "Hermione, just... take it. I d"- He broke off.

"The money... I have money," he said softly. He remembered the day they'd visited the shop, and feeling like an utter prat that he was living on her property rent-free while she sold off family heirlooms. "I decided I was going to do this while we stood in that shop. You can do whatever you like with it... sell it again... whatever. But I want you to take it now."

shh_hermione February 16 2007, 00:50:27 UTC

"I'd not sell it again; it's a gift," she murmured, feeling uncertain on what decision she should make. If it was Harry or Ron who had bought the ring back for her, though, she knew she'd not feel this way. Well, beyond thinking they'd spent too much money ( ... )

shh_roger February 16 2007, 01:09:18 UTC

Roger waited while Hermione studied him, meeting her gaze directly and wishing that he knew what she was thinking. Finally, she took the ring and put it on the chain round her neck. He swallowed as he thought of her wearing it there, all the time. At her words, he nodded, and smiled softly when she kissed his cheek. "Okay. Just... here. Let me just..."

He reached around and put his arms about her neck, taking the necklace from her to clasp it himself. He found himself fiddling with it a bit. "Bugger," he said softly in frustration. After a moment, he finally got it done with a satisfied little smile. Because he wanted to feel her skin, he let his fingers trail the back of her neck and along her shoulders before pulling back.

He grinned. He'd been nervous about all that. "So," he said, "You have a choice. I have a little something I'd like to do with you. You might think it's silly, but it's something else I've been thinking about since London. We can do it here, or back at my house. It'll work either place. You pick."

shh_hermione February 16 2007, 01:19:36 UTC

"Hmm?" She looked up, watching him lean forward and reach around her. She let go of the chain and bit her lip as she inhaled his scent and felt his fingers brush against her skin ( ... )

shh_roger February 16 2007, 01:39:26 UTC

"You're welcome." He smiled, and taking in her face, the way she watched him with wide eyes, Roger licked his lips and swallowed audibly.

He raised a brow, then frowned in mock frustration. "See, I thought that's how it worked," he murmured teasingly. "You know; ring first, then various acts of debauchery and depravity. Merlin, Hermione; what does it take?"

She moved her fingers through his hair and he took her wrist, kissing the inside of it. "Hermione, Hermione, Hermione," he sighed, meeting her tease-for-tease. "There's something to be said for outdoor lewdness. As for the audience, well, that's what wards are for."

He held onto her hand. "You're right about the arcade. I suppose a bit of poetry could hardly be worse." Raising his eyebrows, he watched her face. "How about a lesson? We can go back to my house by the fire and I can convince you it's not just a bunch of rot. Or we can do it right here." He waggled his eyebrows in keeping with their joke.

shh_hermione February 16 2007, 01:45:17 UTC

"It takes more than a bloody ring," she quipped, grinning even as she blushed faintly. "There'll be no acts of debauchery for you this evening, Mister Davies. I'm afraid you'll just have to wait until I'm gone for such depravity."

She dragged her fingers along his cheek and jaw when he kissed her wrist, moving slightly closer to him unconsciously. "Is there?" she asked curiously. "I mean, uh, I'd not like an audience regardless of how proper or improper the acts."

"Poetry?" She smiled when she saw the sheepish smile on his lips followed by the playful leer and eyebrow waggling. "While there are benefits to doing it here by the river, where I can listen to the stream along with the presumably boring old poetry," she teased, "I think a warm fire might be most welcome. However, I'm open for doing it wherever you prefer so long as I have my wine and can lie against you while you read."

shh_roger February 16 2007, 02:03:01 UTC

At her words, Roger only laughed. "You're a hard woman, Ms. Granger," he sighed.

He reveled in how her hands felt on his face for a moment, then focused on her question, noting that it sounded more curious than joking. "There is," was all he said, blushing a bit. He dropped the subject, leaning down to kiss her lips once, twice. Then a third time before he sat back.

"Wine and poetry? Your wish is my command." He picked up the bottle, and with a flick of his wand packed up the basket. He tugged her to her feet and pulled her to him. "Hang on," he whispered in her ear as he popped them to his porch.

He led her inside and to his sofa like before. "Just sit. I'll get everything ready."

shh_hermione February 16 2007, 02:11:25 UTC

"And don't you forget it, Mr. Davies," she said smartly. "Fortunately, you don't mind a challenge."

She was thinking about his comment and his blush when he leaned forward to kiss her. By the second kiss, she was kissing him back and when he pulled back from the third, she nipped lightly at his bottom lip.

After she stood up, he pulled her close and she wrapped her arms around him. The familiar tingle of Apparition surrounded them, and then they were on his porch. She followed him inside and sat down, removing her boots automatically.

shh_roger February 16 2007, 02:25:50 UTC

"I don't, at that," he murmured. "I love challenges, in fact."

She kissed him back, and he smiled against her lips before pulling back. It surprised him when she nipped at his lip, and it made his breath catch. His fingers tightened on her hand.

Once they were in his house, Roger started the fire and poured their wine while Hermione got settled on the sofa. If he turned to watch her and dripped a bit of wine onto the table, it couldn't be helped. He took out the poetry anthology he'd brought in the picnic basket and moved to join her. She took the wine he handed her and he sat back against the cushions with her.

"Now," he said, "how to convince you that poetry isn't silly," he murmured, flipping through the pages to find a suitable one. "What do you think? Should I go deep and heavy? Or should I take another shot at romance?"

shh_hermione February 16 2007, 02:34:45 UTC

Roger handed her the refilled glass of wine, and she sipped it while he got settled onto the sofa beside her. She waited until he was situated before she leaned against him and tucked her feet up beneath her.

"I never said that poetry was silly," she denied. "I just said that I didn't have any particular use for it. There's a difference. I know that some people really enjoy it and probably hate informative non-fiction texts, which I tend to read for pleasure."

"Choose one of your favorites," she told him before she took another drink of wine and watched the flames of the fire.

shh_roger February 16 2007, 02:48:38 UTC

"Okay," he said quietly as she settled against him, warm and soft. And settled on an E.E. Cummings one that he'd read recently that had made him think of her. He sipped his wine, set it down, and put an arm around her. He moved his hand from her shoulder to her elbow as he started to read.

"Ah, this one's called 'Somewhere I have never traveled," he began. He was a little nervous, he realised. Not many people knew he was into this stuff. But this was comfortable, and he felt unguarded with her. Which, he thought with a small smile, was what this poem was about, anyway.

"Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: In your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which I cannot touch because they are too near. Your slightest look will easily unclose me; Though I have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself, as Spring opens (touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose."

shh_hermione February 16 2007, 03:01:08 UTC

It was really lovely to sit by the fire leaning against Roger and listening to him read. She didn't really care what he read because that wasn't so important. Instead, she sighed and snuggled closer, enjoying the moment with someone she cared about.

When he finishd, she frowned thoughtfully. "What does it mean?" she asked. She looked up at him curiously. "Explain it, please."

shh_roger February 16 2007, 03:08:03 UTC

Roger looked down at her, his heart thumping once. "Erm. Well, to me, it means that I- the writer," he corrected, "has sort of closed himself off.

"Like fingers," he said, making a fist as he echoed the poem. "And this woman, the woman in the poem? When he's around her, it feels like she's opening him up, from the inside. 'Petal by petal'." He opened his fingers and looked down at her. "That's um. Just my interpretation."

shh_hermione February 16 2007, 03:17:49 UTC

"What it does mean when it says somewhere he's never travelled and the bit about silent eyes?" she asked. "I also don't understand how he can say that there are things that enclose him and he can't touch, yet later he says her look will unclose him."

"I suppose I understand the analogy of closing himself off by comparing that to a fist, but why petals instead of fingers? Is it just because he wants to use spring and the mention of a flower? Why wouldn't he just say it closed himself off like a rosebud, for instance, and then petal by petal makes more sense," she decided.

She glanced at him and trailed off. "Sorry. Uh, I guess you can see why I've never much taken to poetry," she murmured, certain she was annoying him by trying to understand the poem when it was obviously not intended to be literal.

"The meaning behind it...that's really nice," she added. "That he's found someone who can make him feel that way after closing himself off like that."

shh_roger February 16 2007, 03:38:59 UTC

He listened to her questions, smiling. He'd sort of known she'd be like this about it, and might have even anticipated it. And maybe it was just as well she'd not caught on why the poem made him think of her.

"Well," he began, trailing a finger down her cheek, "by somewhere he's never traveled, I think he means that the feelings he gets around her are different from what he's ever felt before, and it scares him, but thrills him all the same.

"And, er, when he says that she encloses him, I don't think it's the same way that she's unclosing him, later on. I know he uses language that's a bit strange. It's kind of what he's known for. That and the sort of mixed-metaphor, like with the petals and the fingers. But anyway. I like that one," he finished quietly. "It sort of spoke to me, when I first read it ( ... )

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