RP: Last Minute Rush
Date: Saturday, October 15, 1998
Characters: Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley
Location: Grimmauld Place
Status: Private
Summary: It's almost time for the ball
Completion: Complete
It was strange having Saturday off work. Not a bad feeling, just an odd one. Hermione adjusted quickly enough. Saturday morning off meant that the Portobello Road Markets were open, so she made Harry go with her to browse stalls of antiques and paperback books. They spent the morning there, just being silly and enjoying the cool weather. After having lunch and browsing at some of the furniture shops, they returned to Grimmauld Place, where she put away her various purchases. If she continued to indulge in buying secondhand books, she'd have to clear more space in the library. But they'd had a stall selling Muggle novels for 50p, so it had been impossible to resist, especially when Harry was there to carry the bags.
Her feet were tired after all the walking, so she decided to rest them so they'd be ready to dance later. Unfortunately, resting meant that she picked up one of her new books and started to read. By the time she looked at the clock again, it was already six o'clock. "Buggering hell," she muttered, closing the book and rolling off the bed. It wouldn't take her that long to get ready, but she hated feeling rushed. She'd intended to get it over with sooner so she could relax before they left.
At least her feet felt better, she thought as she grabbed her bathrobe and ran downstairs to take a shower. She was in and out of the shower in ten minutes, but she still had to do something with her hair. She planned to wear it down tonight, so she picked up her comb and set to work. When she finished combing it out, she squeezed a little gel into her hand and rubbed her palms together before she spread it through her hair. That would keep it shiny and make it look nice once it dried. She used a drying charm on her hair, pleased with the results once she finished.
Instead of walking back upstairs, she Apparated. She was naked beneath her bathrobe, since she'd not thought to grab her knickers and bra, and she didn't want to risk bumping into Harry or Ron on her way back upstairs. When she was back in her room, she got everything out of her wardrobe and drawers so she could get dressed. The bra she'd had to buy to go with the dress was awkward looking, but it felt really comfortable and lifted her breasts in a way that would look nice beneath the bodice of her gown. She put the suspender belt on before she put on her stockings, rolling them up her legs until she was able to snap them into place.
She looked in the mirror and bit her lip as she studied herself for a moment. It was unusual to wear underthings that were so, well, sexy. She noticed a blush on her chest and cheeks and rolled her eyes at herself. She was being silly now, so she reached for her dress and put it on. Once she had it fastened, she took another look in the mirror. The dress looked lovely, better than it had when she'd tried it on at Gladrags, and she loved the way it fit. The scar on her arm wasn't covered even partially, but it was part of her now, so she had to adjust. It was impossible to resist spinning a couple of times and feeling the skirt float around her legs.
After she indulged in what she would call a lapse in girlyness, she made sure she hadn't forgotten anything and picked up her cloak. She looked at the clock and smiled. Good, she still had nearly half an hour until the ball started, so she didn't have to race around anymore. Instead of picking up her book to continue reading, she slipped on her heeled shoes and went downstairs to the sitting room to wait for the boys. She couldn't wait to see them all dressed up, smiling as she wondered what Harry would be wearing.
Characters: Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley
Location: Grimmauld Place
Status: Private
Summary: It's almost time for the ball
Completion: Complete
It was strange having Saturday off work. Not a bad feeling, just an odd one. Hermione adjusted quickly enough. Saturday morning off meant that the Portobello Road Markets were open, so she made Harry go with her to browse stalls of antiques and paperback books. They spent the morning there, just being silly and enjoying the cool weather. After having lunch and browsing at some of the furniture shops, they returned to Grimmauld Place, where she put away her various purchases. If she continued to indulge in buying secondhand books, she'd have to clear more space in the library. But they'd had a stall selling Muggle novels for 50p, so it had been impossible to resist, especially when Harry was there to carry the bags.
Her feet were tired after all the walking, so she decided to rest them so they'd be ready to dance later. Unfortunately, resting meant that she picked up one of her new books and started to read. By the time she looked at the clock again, it was already six o'clock. "Buggering hell," she muttered, closing the book and rolling off the bed. It wouldn't take her that long to get ready, but she hated feeling rushed. She'd intended to get it over with sooner so she could relax before they left.
At least her feet felt better, she thought as she grabbed her bathrobe and ran downstairs to take a shower. She was in and out of the shower in ten minutes, but she still had to do something with her hair. She planned to wear it down tonight, so she picked up her comb and set to work. When she finished combing it out, she squeezed a little gel into her hand and rubbed her palms together before she spread it through her hair. That would keep it shiny and make it look nice once it dried. She used a drying charm on her hair, pleased with the results once she finished.
Instead of walking back upstairs, she Apparated. She was naked beneath her bathrobe, since she'd not thought to grab her knickers and bra, and she didn't want to risk bumping into Harry or Ron on her way back upstairs. When she was back in her room, she got everything out of her wardrobe and drawers so she could get dressed. The bra she'd had to buy to go with the dress was awkward looking, but it felt really comfortable and lifted her breasts in a way that would look nice beneath the bodice of her gown. She put the suspender belt on before she put on her stockings, rolling them up her legs until she was able to snap them into place.
She looked in the mirror and bit her lip as she studied herself for a moment. It was unusual to wear underthings that were so, well, sexy. She noticed a blush on her chest and cheeks and rolled her eyes at herself. She was being silly now, so she reached for her dress and put it on. Once she had it fastened, she took another look in the mirror. The dress looked lovely, better than it had when she'd tried it on at Gladrags, and she loved the way it fit. The scar on her arm wasn't covered even partially, but it was part of her now, so she had to adjust. It was impossible to resist spinning a couple of times and feeling the skirt float around her legs.
After she indulged in what she would call a lapse in girlyness, she made sure she hadn't forgotten anything and picked up her cloak. She looked at the clock and smiled. Good, she still had nearly half an hour until the ball started, so she didn't have to race around anymore. Instead of picking up her book to continue reading, she slipped on her heeled shoes and went downstairs to the sitting room to wait for the boys. She couldn't wait to see them all dressed up, smiling as she wondered what Harry would be wearing.