RP: Peaceful, Easy Feeling
Date: April 29, 2005
Characters: Hermione Granger, Roger Davies
Location: Around England
Status: Private
Summary: A Sunday drive in the country
Completion: Complete
It was a gorgeous day. Hermione had woken from a nightmare shortly after four and started her day early. By nine, she'd done her laundry, finished her chores, and been to both markets, the one in town and the supermarket in Exeter. She always had more energy on Sundays, regardless of the manner in which she woke, and it wasn't a terrible surprise that she'd finished her 'must do' items as quickly as possible. After all, she got to see Roger once she was finished.
Sundays with Roger were even better than Wednesday, the two days that had become their routine over the months. She missed spending Saturdays with him, when there wasn't the knowledge that they had to work in the morning and could spend hours talking until it was finally time to sleep. With Eleanor and Darla, though, she hoped to eventually reclaim an occasional Saturday.
Of course, she had to acknowledge the fact that she'd like to see him every day. She wasn't dependent upon visits with him or focused on occupying all his time, but she felt slightly restless on the days that passed without seeing him. She hoped such thoughts didn't make her one of those clingy women who were so very selfish with their boyfriends, because she didn't feel like one at all. She figured those sorts of women would want him to spend every moment of free time with him, which she didn't want at all. They both had friends they enjoyed spending time with, jobs that occupied a lot of hours every week, and causes that made them feel passionate. Without those things, he wouldn't be the Roger she fancied and wanted to be with, after all.
Still, she was even more excited about today because he'd gone out for drinks with George last night while she'd spent the evening editing a book and taking a long bubble bath. She'd actually not seen Roger since Friday, when he'd dropped by for lunch at the shop. They didn't need to see each other all the time because, really, that made the time they did spend together more special, but Spain had spoiled her, in more ways than one, and it was strangely taking her time to adjust to him not sleeping in the next room, or the bed beside her, and not having him around so often.
She breathed a sigh of relief when she finally figured out why there had been more restlessness this week. It was something she'd analyzed once before, but she'd been unable to reach a conclusion that suited her. True, it wasn't just adjustment after three days with him in Spain, since she enjoyed spending time with him prior to the trip, but that was the reason for the sleeplessness and waking with her arm around the cold pillow beside her, she was sure.
Fortunately, she'd not mentioned anything to Roger about this odd week. It would be slightly embarrassing to admit that she reacted that way to not having him sharing her bed or seeing him so often. She finished putting away the groceries, content that she'd properly analyzed the latest strangeness caused by this relationship thing. Once she was finished, she went upstairs to use the toilet and then brushed her hair.
They hadn't made definite plans today, which meant it would be a lovely day that was truly exploring. When she was younger, she'd hated not having maps and plans, not making lists and knowing her destination, but that had changed over the war years. Now, it felt familiar to just get on the bike with Roger and drive wherever the motorway took them. She loved discovering new things with him and enjoyed sharing those moments when they stumbled upon an abandoned church or found a small secondhand shop.
She left the house shortly after nine, making sure to write a note for the boys, though she figured they'd realized by now that she generally spent Sundays with Roger, and walked across the lawn towards next door. It was already a gorgeous day, and she hoped the newspaper had been correct with their prediction of warmth and sun. She was wearing comfortable denims and a short sleeve top, but she'd brought along a jumper just in case. The jumper probably wouldn't be necessary, she guessed, studying the sky and wispy clouds as she walked.
When she reached his cottage, she smiled and walked just a little faster. Bloody hell, she was pathetic. Turning into one of those soppy people that usually made her roll her eyes, she was sure. Shaking her head, she had to laugh since she'd have denied that it was even possible just four months ago, which went to show her how life loved to surprise a person. At least, this time, it was a good surprise. She went up the stairs of his porch and knocked, waiting for Roger to answer.
Characters: Hermione Granger, Roger Davies
Location: Around England
Status: Private
Summary: A Sunday drive in the country
Completion: Complete
It was a gorgeous day. Hermione had woken from a nightmare shortly after four and started her day early. By nine, she'd done her laundry, finished her chores, and been to both markets, the one in town and the supermarket in Exeter. She always had more energy on Sundays, regardless of the manner in which she woke, and it wasn't a terrible surprise that she'd finished her 'must do' items as quickly as possible. After all, she got to see Roger once she was finished.
Sundays with Roger were even better than Wednesday, the two days that had become their routine over the months. She missed spending Saturdays with him, when there wasn't the knowledge that they had to work in the morning and could spend hours talking until it was finally time to sleep. With Eleanor and Darla, though, she hoped to eventually reclaim an occasional Saturday.
Of course, she had to acknowledge the fact that she'd like to see him every day. She wasn't dependent upon visits with him or focused on occupying all his time, but she felt slightly restless on the days that passed without seeing him. She hoped such thoughts didn't make her one of those clingy women who were so very selfish with their boyfriends, because she didn't feel like one at all. She figured those sorts of women would want him to spend every moment of free time with him, which she didn't want at all. They both had friends they enjoyed spending time with, jobs that occupied a lot of hours every week, and causes that made them feel passionate. Without those things, he wouldn't be the Roger she fancied and wanted to be with, after all.
Still, she was even more excited about today because he'd gone out for drinks with George last night while she'd spent the evening editing a book and taking a long bubble bath. She'd actually not seen Roger since Friday, when he'd dropped by for lunch at the shop. They didn't need to see each other all the time because, really, that made the time they did spend together more special, but Spain had spoiled her, in more ways than one, and it was strangely taking her time to adjust to him not sleeping in the next room, or the bed beside her, and not having him around so often.
She breathed a sigh of relief when she finally figured out why there had been more restlessness this week. It was something she'd analyzed once before, but she'd been unable to reach a conclusion that suited her. True, it wasn't just adjustment after three days with him in Spain, since she enjoyed spending time with him prior to the trip, but that was the reason for the sleeplessness and waking with her arm around the cold pillow beside her, she was sure.
Fortunately, she'd not mentioned anything to Roger about this odd week. It would be slightly embarrassing to admit that she reacted that way to not having him sharing her bed or seeing him so often. She finished putting away the groceries, content that she'd properly analyzed the latest strangeness caused by this relationship thing. Once she was finished, she went upstairs to use the toilet and then brushed her hair.
They hadn't made definite plans today, which meant it would be a lovely day that was truly exploring. When she was younger, she'd hated not having maps and plans, not making lists and knowing her destination, but that had changed over the war years. Now, it felt familiar to just get on the bike with Roger and drive wherever the motorway took them. She loved discovering new things with him and enjoyed sharing those moments when they stumbled upon an abandoned church or found a small secondhand shop.
She left the house shortly after nine, making sure to write a note for the boys, though she figured they'd realized by now that she generally spent Sundays with Roger, and walked across the lawn towards next door. It was already a gorgeous day, and she hoped the newspaper had been correct with their prediction of warmth and sun. She was wearing comfortable denims and a short sleeve top, but she'd brought along a jumper just in case. The jumper probably wouldn't be necessary, she guessed, studying the sky and wispy clouds as she walked.
When she reached his cottage, she smiled and walked just a little faster. Bloody hell, she was pathetic. Turning into one of those soppy people that usually made her roll her eyes, she was sure. Shaking her head, she had to laugh since she'd have denied that it was even possible just four months ago, which went to show her how life loved to surprise a person. At least, this time, it was a good surprise. She went up the stairs of his porch and knocked, waiting for Roger to answer.