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RP: Winging It

Aug 30, 2008 17:06

Date: 30 March 1999
Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger
Location: Grimmauld Place, elsewhere
Status: Private
Summary: Hermione and Harry go out. Somewhere. At least, that was the plan.
Completion: Complete

( He didn't feel like waiting )

march 1999, hermione granger, harry potter, place: grimmauld place

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rar_hermione August 30 2008, 21:45:19 UTC

This was horrible. It was almost time to go get Harry, and no decisions had been made. Hermione growled under her breath as she stared at the clothes in her wardrobe. She had been the one to ask Harry out on a date, so it was up to her to figure out what they were going to do. Instead, she had random ideas and hadn't been able to choose ( ... )

rar_hermione August 31 2008, 03:50:05 UTC

After she said his name, Harry raised his head and looked at her. She nearly forgot what she was thinking because he had this awful ability to make her think about just kissing him again, especially when his glasses were at an odd angle and his cheeks were flushed. She let go of his hair and fixed his glasses before she brushed her fingers along the curve of his jaw.

Erm. That reminded her of the reason she'd spoken. She looked down between them and bit her lip. He'd moved away, but she could still see it. Well, not it, but the impression of it and, bloody hell. This was awkward. Despite her shock, she was also curious and tense in a completely different way ( ... )

rar_harry August 31 2008, 04:11:08 UTC

Harry resisted the urge to grab one of her pillows and hold it in front of himself. It was just that she was looking. Downward. And he couldn't tell by the look on her face what she was thinking. Was she freaked out? Afraid? Did she think he was a pervert? He cleared his throat and shifted from foot to foot, blushing every bit as deeply as she was, he was sure.

Then she went on about books and blood vessels and he blew out a nervous breath before he looked up at the ceiling, just for a second. Now was not the time for her to get all swotty; it definitely wasn't helping the situation in his trousers. "Yeah -- I er, I think I have a basic grasp of the process," he said, moving over to sit on the edge of her bed. Upon realising that it was, in fact, her bed, he hopped back up again, coughing. "I mean. I know all that; I couldn't exactly ... help it."

She wasn't looking at him, and he grimaced. "Look; it's fine. It happens. It'll be fine."

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