RP: Picnic on the Heath
Date: Sunday, May 12, 1999
Characters: Hermione Granger, Harry Potter
Location: London
Status: Private
Summary: Hermione and Harry spend Sunday together
Completion: Complete
It was a pretty day. The sun was already out, and the sky was clear of ominous clouds, though Hermione figured some would show up later. It was rare to have clear skies for an entire day, even if it didn't rain or get overcast. She hadn't slept very well, so she had watched the sun rise from the window seat in the library with Crookshanks on her lap. It was while there that she started thinking about her plans for the day and Harry.
Lisa and Lavender's birthday party had been nice. Utopia wasn't somewhere that she'd probably go just for fun, but it had been a good location for a party. People seemed to have fun, and she'd seen several familiar faces, even if she hadn't had a chance to speak with many people. She hadn't exactly felt social by the time they left, so she supposed it was good that she hadn't had to try to make conversation when she was thinking too much. It was the thinking that had kept her awake most of the night, which wasn't good because it was much easier to blame bad dreams on sleeplessness than her own mind.
It was Sunday. When Harry woke up, they'd go take a walk and then eat breakfast. The rest of the day would go from there. She liked the semi-routine of Sunday, knowing that she'd spend part of the day with Harry just as they had for many months, even before their relationship had started to change. One of her biggest concerns about dating him had been a fear that things wouldn't go well and everything would change. She hadn't wanted to lose him, and that fear had nearly kept her from doing something that made her happier than she'd ever expected.
If she'd listened to that fearful voice and never taken the chance, they'd have still been best friends, but she'd have missed out on so much. It was getting easier to ignore that voice, to not let insecurities rule her choices, to just let go and feel in ways that scared her but that she knew had to be faced. There was a new one for her to face, something that made her feel anxious at the same time she knew it had to be done.
Harry would be awake soon, and she had thought of how they should spend the morning. She wanted to talk with him. No, she needed to talk with him now that she'd been thinking too much and her mind was focused. A picnic would be good. It was a lovely day out, and they'd have privacy but not so much that she'd get distracted by kisses and more like she would if they weren't somewhere public. Kissing Harry could make her forget what she was talking about, which was probably why he seemed to kiss her when she was talking too much or over-analyzing things. He was clever, after all, and had to have realized the effect that he had on her.
There wouldn't be any distractions this morning, though. She had let herself not think on it too much in recent weeks, but it was time that they talked and dealt with it. Besides, just because it seemed really important to her didn't necessarily mean that it would be difficult or awkward to get through. She had noticed that some things she expected to be weird weren't at all, while others were that she wouldn't have thought would be.
When she realized that she was starting to not make sense even in her thoughts, she shook her head and finished packing up the basket. Harry would be down soon, and she'd surprise him with their picnic.
Characters: Hermione Granger, Harry Potter
Location: London
Status: Private
Summary: Hermione and Harry spend Sunday together
Completion: Complete
It was a pretty day. The sun was already out, and the sky was clear of ominous clouds, though Hermione figured some would show up later. It was rare to have clear skies for an entire day, even if it didn't rain or get overcast. She hadn't slept very well, so she had watched the sun rise from the window seat in the library with Crookshanks on her lap. It was while there that she started thinking about her plans for the day and Harry.
Lisa and Lavender's birthday party had been nice. Utopia wasn't somewhere that she'd probably go just for fun, but it had been a good location for a party. People seemed to have fun, and she'd seen several familiar faces, even if she hadn't had a chance to speak with many people. She hadn't exactly felt social by the time they left, so she supposed it was good that she hadn't had to try to make conversation when she was thinking too much. It was the thinking that had kept her awake most of the night, which wasn't good because it was much easier to blame bad dreams on sleeplessness than her own mind.
It was Sunday. When Harry woke up, they'd go take a walk and then eat breakfast. The rest of the day would go from there. She liked the semi-routine of Sunday, knowing that she'd spend part of the day with Harry just as they had for many months, even before their relationship had started to change. One of her biggest concerns about dating him had been a fear that things wouldn't go well and everything would change. She hadn't wanted to lose him, and that fear had nearly kept her from doing something that made her happier than she'd ever expected.
If she'd listened to that fearful voice and never taken the chance, they'd have still been best friends, but she'd have missed out on so much. It was getting easier to ignore that voice, to not let insecurities rule her choices, to just let go and feel in ways that scared her but that she knew had to be faced. There was a new one for her to face, something that made her feel anxious at the same time she knew it had to be done.
Harry would be awake soon, and she had thought of how they should spend the morning. She wanted to talk with him. No, she needed to talk with him now that she'd been thinking too much and her mind was focused. A picnic would be good. It was a lovely day out, and they'd have privacy but not so much that she'd get distracted by kisses and more like she would if they weren't somewhere public. Kissing Harry could make her forget what she was talking about, which was probably why he seemed to kiss her when she was talking too much or over-analyzing things. He was clever, after all, and had to have realized the effect that he had on her.
There wouldn't be any distractions this morning, though. She had let herself not think on it too much in recent weeks, but it was time that they talked and dealt with it. Besides, just because it seemed really important to her didn't necessarily mean that it would be difficult or awkward to get through. She had noticed that some things she expected to be weird weren't at all, while others were that she wouldn't have thought would be.
When she realized that she was starting to not make sense even in her thoughts, she shook her head and finished packing up the basket. Harry would be down soon, and she'd surprise him with their picnic.