DATE/TIME: 30 June 2007, dinner
CHARACTERS: Harry Potter, Hermione Grager
PLACE: Hermione's flat in London
RATING: Gen, assumed.
STATUS: Complete
Harry would not admit to himself that he was nervous, but really, this whole 'talking' thing? He had no clue how to go about it, and he'd thought that it was his intention in going to Hermione's office
the previous Tuesday. Of course, he'd just ended up kissing her again and bungling everything up in true Harry fashion. Flashbacks to fourth year and trying to ask girls to the Yule Ball flitted through his mind. He would not admit to being nervous though - this is Hermione, he told himself. He gathered up a sachel of fresh italian bread, everything that he needed to cook angel hair pasta (with a light tomato and eggplant sauce), and a bottle of red wine he'd gone into London earlier in the day to buy, and walked down the path from Hogwarts' Castle to Hogsmeade. He apparated to wat was his old room and straightened his
jacket before heading out into the main room of the flat calling, "Hermione?"