RP: An earful, a bellyful and a snootful at the same time
Date: Thursday, 28 September 1998
Characters: George Weasley, Hermione Granger
Location: WWW. then elsewhere
Status: Semi-private
Summary: George does yet another thing he's been meaning to do.
Completion: Complete
Another day, another ticky box. George knew that he'd been taking refuge in the familiar (more like hiding if he was going to be honest with himself) but he was trying to change that. One of the things he'd meant to do was to get in touch with Hermione after her attack, maybe even take her out and cheer her up. It was probably a moot point now, but still, it was the principle of the thing; that maybe he had the power to make someone's day better rather than be the one who required cheering up.
Taking a chance, he'd sent a note yesterday, and she'd agreed to meet him at work today. Having Angelina here made it easier to justify long lunches, and he needed to get his mind out of the gutter (or the basement) anyway. Manufacturing magically enhanced sexual fantasies was nowhere near as much fun as it sounded.
Glancing at the clock, he washed his hands and changed out of his work robes.
Characters: George Weasley, Hermione Granger
Location: WWW. then elsewhere
Status: Semi-private
Summary: George does yet another thing he's been meaning to do.
Completion: Complete
Another day, another ticky box. George knew that he'd been taking refuge in the familiar (more like hiding if he was going to be honest with himself) but he was trying to change that. One of the things he'd meant to do was to get in touch with Hermione after her attack, maybe even take her out and cheer her up. It was probably a moot point now, but still, it was the principle of the thing; that maybe he had the power to make someone's day better rather than be the one who required cheering up.
Taking a chance, he'd sent a note yesterday, and she'd agreed to meet him at work today. Having Angelina here made it easier to justify long lunches, and he needed to get his mind out of the gutter (or the basement) anyway. Manufacturing magically enhanced sexual fantasies was nowhere near as much fun as it sounded.
Glancing at the clock, he washed his hands and changed out of his work robes.