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dontcallmehermy

A sort of date? (Closed to Henry)

Nov 10, 2011 21:40

She put her messenger down with a sigh, shaking her head before going back to her essay. She didn't want to encourage any sort of relation from Henry that was more than friendship but it seemed no matter what she said he would think he had the chance. He could think whatever he wanted, she wouldn't do anything since she wasn't that type of girl. ( Read more... )

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8henry November 10 2011, 21:54:07 UTC

Henry was indeed there as quickly as he could get down the stairs. She said the door would be open, and he tried it, finding her words to be true, and slipped inside to see her sitting on the floor, surrounded by books.

He watched her for a long moment, with a very tender look in his eyes, before joining her, sitting on the floor beside her, dressed in the outfit she had helped him pick out.

"Good evening, my lady."

dontcallmehermy November 10 2011, 21:58:48 UTC

Hermione started slightly when he sat next to her before laughing softly, hand going to her heart.

"I didn't hear you come in," she said as she giggled a little. "Hi."

She gave him another smile before dipping her quill into the ink again and looking to her essay.

"You'll have to forgive me, this is due a week tomorrow and normally I'd have finished it by now."

8henry November 10 2011, 22:01:31 UTC

He gently stroked her hair with his fingers, brushing it off of her neck. He resisted the urge to kiss the skin he had bared, instead reaching in the pocket of his jacket and pulling out a very old book, obviously made before the advent of the printing press.

"Perhaps you can reward yourself by reading this when you are done. It was written by a very dear friend of mine, who hard fate has taken from us too early."

He took her hand and pressed the small copy of Utopia into it.

dontcallmehermy November 10 2011, 22:10:38 UTC

She quickly looked at him when he touched her curls before moving her wand from behind her ear so she didn't end up hitting him with it. Placing it on the coffee table before he began to speak, soon taking her hand. When she realised what it was that he had given her her jaw dropped and a look of elation and amazement went across her face.

"No...this can't be..."

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