RP: Saturday Afternoon
Date: Saturday, July 29, 1998
Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger
Location: Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, Other
Status: Private
Summary: Hermione and Harry spend the afternoon staying busy
Completion: Incomplete
It had been an odd twenty-four hours, give or take a few. The news of Greyback's escape had been shocking, not only because he was on the loose but because he had managed to escape from the Ministry. It had brought memories too mind that rarely bothered her during daylight, and Hermione found it frustrating that she couldn't control that. If it was her mind and her memories, she should be able to tuck them away somewhere and ignore them if she was conscious. She knew it wasn't up to her when she slept, which was why things twisted around and she'd wake up with sweaty sheets and her heart pounding. But, during her waking hours, it just wasn't bloody fair.
After leaving work early yesterday, they had gone back home and stayed in. Well, Ron had gone out for a bit to George's party, to check on people and hear any news. There hadn't been any. The wireless reports kept repeating basically the same thing that Harry had heard during lunch. Greyback had escaped, the two who helped were caught, there were injuries, everything was being done that could be, and so on. It hadn't taken long for her to finally snap out of her surprised stupor. She felt foolish for behaving in such a way, especially when the chances of Greyback coming after her were slim and the boys were obviously worried.
So, the evening had been spent with the wireless playing in the background while they took turns being defeated by Ron in wizarding chess and she wrote out the invitations to the revision group that she was sending off after work today and Harry managed to defeat her two games out of three in Exploding Snap. She was going to save her money and buy a few Muggle games that she could possibly win, because it was really quite annoying losing to those two all the time. Cluedo was her first choice with Scrabble her second. With the latter, she should institute a rule that only words in the Muggle dictionary counted, then she'd have a better chance.
There had been an owl from Malfoy, which had been odd and typical Malfoy. The fact that he'd bothered to send a warning, even one disturbing and uncomfortable, had been another surprise in a strange day. Unfortunately, it had just made memories of that night impossible to ignore, especially when it was time to sleep. Ron and Harry had agreed to sleep with her, though, even though she knew it was probably awkward for them. After all, they'd shared a small room in a tent for months, so she knew more about boys habits than she cared to know.
When she woke up that morning, she was relieved that they'd both been asleep and hadn't seen her blushing terribly when she'd realized what exactly it was poking against her when she moved. It was really quite different to catch a glance of tented pajama bottoms in the morning and know it was just a typical body behavior versus feeling them in a way that would be terribly embarrassing for either of the boys. Her curiosity had led to her reading all about that sort of thing years ago, so she wasn't shocked or insulted, but she certainly didn't want them to realize they'd been poking her in such a way. Arms and legs were much more acceptable for contact between friends compared to other bits and bobs.
Considering the circumstances, she couldn't exactly wiggle out of bed, so she'd had to lie there until they both moved enough for her to get out from between them without making things weird. They had moved past weird in that sense soon after camping, but they'd never shared a bed, so it was slightly different. Of course, they knew her menstrual cycle and how her moods were during PMT and she had a pretty good idea why it took them longer to shower some nights, so it wasn't as if their friendship wouldn't survive embarrassing things. Still, it had been easier to look at the ceiling and think about redecorating and revisions instead of deal with them blushing and acting like she wasn't aware of male behavior. Her best friends were boys, after all. Honestly.
Once she had got out of bed, she took a shower and had breakfast before getting dressed for work. Greyback was still out there, but that didn't mean she intended to alter her schedule. Very few people knew what he'd said or how he'd behaved towards her that night, and she didn't want others to know. It bothered her, the way he'd treated her and looked at her, so she had no intention of having others find out and possibly treating her as they had during fourth year. That entire experience had been horrible, what people had said and thought about her, and there was no way she'd give them something else to talk about, not like that.
It's why she refused to let the Auror follow her. Ron and Harry had bickered with her half the night, it seemed, and insisted that she keep the Auror for protection. She loved them and it meant a lot that they cared, but she didn't want someone shadowing her every move and drawing attention to her. It would just make people ask nosy questions that she didn't want to answer.
Of course, the boys had figured out a way around her protests, like the sneaky gits they could be, but she'd been tired of bickering by that point and had agreed. The Auror could follow Harry, since Ron only planned to be going to secure locations via Apparation or Floo, and Harry intended to go to Hogwarts, where she was working. She'd tolerate it for now, because she did want to hug them both for caring about her and to tell them not to be so worried, but if Greyback was on the run for too long, they'd be discussing it again.
Work had gone by quickly, and she was glad to have something occupy her time. By three, they had finished the first year mailings, and McGonagall had given her permission to leave work early. She knew that Ron was gone, off baking with Eloise Midgen for Neville's party and Harry's dinner. It had hurt, a bit, that he'd not asked her to help him bake, when she enjoyed it, but she knew that it would be foolish to be jealous of him having other friends.
So, it was just her and Harry on their own until later. She hadn't gone to find him because he'd 'happened' to drop by every half hour or so since they arrived at the castle. Instead, she sat in her chair and let herself think, going after the past day and that night and a dozen other things that kept her mind active until Harry showed up to make sure that she was still alive.
Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger
Location: Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, Other
Status: Private
Summary: Hermione and Harry spend the afternoon staying busy
Completion: Incomplete
It had been an odd twenty-four hours, give or take a few. The news of Greyback's escape had been shocking, not only because he was on the loose but because he had managed to escape from the Ministry. It had brought memories too mind that rarely bothered her during daylight, and Hermione found it frustrating that she couldn't control that. If it was her mind and her memories, she should be able to tuck them away somewhere and ignore them if she was conscious. She knew it wasn't up to her when she slept, which was why things twisted around and she'd wake up with sweaty sheets and her heart pounding. But, during her waking hours, it just wasn't bloody fair.
After leaving work early yesterday, they had gone back home and stayed in. Well, Ron had gone out for a bit to George's party, to check on people and hear any news. There hadn't been any. The wireless reports kept repeating basically the same thing that Harry had heard during lunch. Greyback had escaped, the two who helped were caught, there were injuries, everything was being done that could be, and so on. It hadn't taken long for her to finally snap out of her surprised stupor. She felt foolish for behaving in such a way, especially when the chances of Greyback coming after her were slim and the boys were obviously worried.
So, the evening had been spent with the wireless playing in the background while they took turns being defeated by Ron in wizarding chess and she wrote out the invitations to the revision group that she was sending off after work today and Harry managed to defeat her two games out of three in Exploding Snap. She was going to save her money and buy a few Muggle games that she could possibly win, because it was really quite annoying losing to those two all the time. Cluedo was her first choice with Scrabble her second. With the latter, she should institute a rule that only words in the Muggle dictionary counted, then she'd have a better chance.
There had been an owl from Malfoy, which had been odd and typical Malfoy. The fact that he'd bothered to send a warning, even one disturbing and uncomfortable, had been another surprise in a strange day. Unfortunately, it had just made memories of that night impossible to ignore, especially when it was time to sleep. Ron and Harry had agreed to sleep with her, though, even though she knew it was probably awkward for them. After all, they'd shared a small room in a tent for months, so she knew more about boys habits than she cared to know.
When she woke up that morning, she was relieved that they'd both been asleep and hadn't seen her blushing terribly when she'd realized what exactly it was poking against her when she moved. It was really quite different to catch a glance of tented pajama bottoms in the morning and know it was just a typical body behavior versus feeling them in a way that would be terribly embarrassing for either of the boys. Her curiosity had led to her reading all about that sort of thing years ago, so she wasn't shocked or insulted, but she certainly didn't want them to realize they'd been poking her in such a way. Arms and legs were much more acceptable for contact between friends compared to other bits and bobs.
Considering the circumstances, she couldn't exactly wiggle out of bed, so she'd had to lie there until they both moved enough for her to get out from between them without making things weird. They had moved past weird in that sense soon after camping, but they'd never shared a bed, so it was slightly different. Of course, they knew her menstrual cycle and how her moods were during PMT and she had a pretty good idea why it took them longer to shower some nights, so it wasn't as if their friendship wouldn't survive embarrassing things. Still, it had been easier to look at the ceiling and think about redecorating and revisions instead of deal with them blushing and acting like she wasn't aware of male behavior. Her best friends were boys, after all. Honestly.
Once she had got out of bed, she took a shower and had breakfast before getting dressed for work. Greyback was still out there, but that didn't mean she intended to alter her schedule. Very few people knew what he'd said or how he'd behaved towards her that night, and she didn't want others to know. It bothered her, the way he'd treated her and looked at her, so she had no intention of having others find out and possibly treating her as they had during fourth year. That entire experience had been horrible, what people had said and thought about her, and there was no way she'd give them something else to talk about, not like that.
It's why she refused to let the Auror follow her. Ron and Harry had bickered with her half the night, it seemed, and insisted that she keep the Auror for protection. She loved them and it meant a lot that they cared, but she didn't want someone shadowing her every move and drawing attention to her. It would just make people ask nosy questions that she didn't want to answer.
Of course, the boys had figured out a way around her protests, like the sneaky gits they could be, but she'd been tired of bickering by that point and had agreed. The Auror could follow Harry, since Ron only planned to be going to secure locations via Apparation or Floo, and Harry intended to go to Hogwarts, where she was working. She'd tolerate it for now, because she did want to hug them both for caring about her and to tell them not to be so worried, but if Greyback was on the run for too long, they'd be discussing it again.
Work had gone by quickly, and she was glad to have something occupy her time. By three, they had finished the first year mailings, and McGonagall had given her permission to leave work early. She knew that Ron was gone, off baking with Eloise Midgen for Neville's party and Harry's dinner. It had hurt, a bit, that he'd not asked her to help him bake, when she enjoyed it, but she knew that it would be foolish to be jealous of him having other friends.
So, it was just her and Harry on their own until later. She hadn't gone to find him because he'd 'happened' to drop by every half hour or so since they arrived at the castle. Instead, she sat in her chair and let herself think, going after the past day and that night and a dozen other things that kept her mind active until Harry showed up to make sure that she was still alive.