RP: Sundays with Harry
Date: Sunday, October 16, 1998
Characters: Hermione Granger, Harry Potter
Location: Grimmauld
Status: Private
Summary: Hermione and Harry spend Sunday together
Completion: Complete
Sleep had been easier last night than most nights. By the time they got home, Hermione was so exhausted and drained that she'd slept several hour straights. There had been dreams, flashes of faces and memories, but nothing horrible that made her wake up feeling scared like most nights. Instead, her thoughts in the early morning hours had been about awards and friends and Dobby and Harry.
The ball had been enjoyable, for the most part. The latter part had been more draining, more emotional than anticipated, but it had been nice to see everyone dressed up and having a good time. The girls had looked beautiful and the boys had looked handsome. There had been hours of dancing, even if only a handful of partners had been particularly welcome. She had used the experience to network, in all honesty, so she had made contacts in several departments at the Ministry that might be useful in the future.
There had to be some benefits to dancing with strangers, at least. However, she had grown more and more tired of being congratulated for her award by the end of the night, and she would be very happy to never hear 'congratulations' again for quite some time. Harry and Ron had seemed to enjoy it, which was good. Harry had looked...well, it was little surprise that he'd had partner after partner keeping him busy. She had told him that there would be plenty of women who wanted to dance with him, so she should feel satisfied at being proven right.
The fact that she didn't feel very good about being right wasn't something she chose to analyze. It was confusing enough without thinking about it, so the best thing to do was just get up and think about the upcoming day. It was Sunday, which was enough to make her smile without having any plans except breakfast and a walk with Harry. The rest of the day would take care of itself.
After her shower, she went to the library to wait for Harry to wake up later. She curled up in her favorite chair with Crookshanks on her lap and a book in her hand. He kneaded her belly until he got comfortable, and she pet him as she read, listening to him purring as she lost herself in the mystery novel she was reading.
Characters: Hermione Granger, Harry Potter
Location: Grimmauld
Status: Private
Summary: Hermione and Harry spend Sunday together
Completion: Complete
Sleep had been easier last night than most nights. By the time they got home, Hermione was so exhausted and drained that she'd slept several hour straights. There had been dreams, flashes of faces and memories, but nothing horrible that made her wake up feeling scared like most nights. Instead, her thoughts in the early morning hours had been about awards and friends and Dobby and Harry.
The ball had been enjoyable, for the most part. The latter part had been more draining, more emotional than anticipated, but it had been nice to see everyone dressed up and having a good time. The girls had looked beautiful and the boys had looked handsome. There had been hours of dancing, even if only a handful of partners had been particularly welcome. She had used the experience to network, in all honesty, so she had made contacts in several departments at the Ministry that might be useful in the future.
There had to be some benefits to dancing with strangers, at least. However, she had grown more and more tired of being congratulated for her award by the end of the night, and she would be very happy to never hear 'congratulations' again for quite some time. Harry and Ron had seemed to enjoy it, which was good. Harry had looked...well, it was little surprise that he'd had partner after partner keeping him busy. She had told him that there would be plenty of women who wanted to dance with him, so she should feel satisfied at being proven right.
The fact that she didn't feel very good about being right wasn't something she chose to analyze. It was confusing enough without thinking about it, so the best thing to do was just get up and think about the upcoming day. It was Sunday, which was enough to make her smile without having any plans except breakfast and a walk with Harry. The rest of the day would take care of itself.
After her shower, she went to the library to wait for Harry to wake up later. She curled up in her favorite chair with Crookshanks on her lap and a book in her hand. He kneaded her belly until he got comfortable, and she pet him as she read, listening to him purring as she lost herself in the mystery novel she was reading.