RP: Morning
Date: 5 May 1999
Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger
Location: Harry's room
Status: Private
Summary: Harry and Hermione wake up.
Completion: Complete
Harry felt a tickling sensation on his nose, and ultimately, that was what woke him. He blinked blearily to find himself staring at a mass of curly brown hair. He took a second to breathe in the scent before the tickling got to be too much and he turned his head into the pillow. He shifted, his body rubbing along another one, smaller and softer than his own, and his lips curved as he pressed closer. It was a few moments before he realised that this wasn't one of his sleepy morning dreams; that he was awake and in his room, and that the curly hair in his face and the warm body tucked close to him belonged to Hermione. The actual one. But he couldn't remember how they'd got like this -- not that he was complaining.
He glanced at the clock. Seven am, he thought and he glanced out the window; he'd forgot to close the curtains again. Looking at Hermione, he dared not stretch and wake her up -- it wasn't every day he woke to find her sleeping in his bed and he kind of wanted to savor the moment, even if he was pretty sure it had been an accident. The last thing he remembered, they'd been talking, and Hermione had had a book or something. And there'd been snogging; a lot of snogging. They must have fallen asleep together.
Shifting, he turned enough to be able to see her better, and then moved a hand, dragging some curls out of her face. "Hermione?"
Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger
Location: Harry's room
Status: Private
Summary: Harry and Hermione wake up.
Completion: Complete
Harry felt a tickling sensation on his nose, and ultimately, that was what woke him. He blinked blearily to find himself staring at a mass of curly brown hair. He took a second to breathe in the scent before the tickling got to be too much and he turned his head into the pillow. He shifted, his body rubbing along another one, smaller and softer than his own, and his lips curved as he pressed closer. It was a few moments before he realised that this wasn't one of his sleepy morning dreams; that he was awake and in his room, and that the curly hair in his face and the warm body tucked close to him belonged to Hermione. The actual one. But he couldn't remember how they'd got like this -- not that he was complaining.
He glanced at the clock. Seven am, he thought and he glanced out the window; he'd forgot to close the curtains again. Looking at Hermione, he dared not stretch and wake her up -- it wasn't every day he woke to find her sleeping in his bed and he kind of wanted to savor the moment, even if he was pretty sure it had been an accident. The last thing he remembered, they'd been talking, and Hermione had had a book or something. And there'd been snogging; a lot of snogging. They must have fallen asleep together.
Shifting, he turned enough to be able to see her better, and then moved a hand, dragging some curls out of her face. "Hermione?"