RP: In My Life
Date: Friday, March 7, 2006
Characters: Hermione Granger
Location: River's Edge
Status: Private
Summary: It was difficult to believe that it had already been a year
Completion: Complete
The shop was in good hands. Darla had basically kicked Hermione out as nicely as possibly, shooing her away from the office with threats of torturing books if she didn't go away. It was just going to be a week, but it was longer than Hermione had ever been away from Bookworm or the press. Despite her excitement at getting away for a relaxing holiday with Roger, there was a part of her that couldn't help but worry that everything would go wrong at the shop when she wasn't there or that she'd have forgotten something when she was getting things done ahead of time.
Still, Darla was a scary woman when she wanted to be, so Hermione hadn't protested too much. Besides, she was more excited about the holiday than she was truly worried something might happen at the shop. Her employees at both businesses were capable, well-trained, and dependable. They'd be okay, and she knew she'd stop being anxious about temporarily leaving them in other's hand once she and Roger were gone. So, she went home and checked Lucy, making sure her tank was full of petrol and she was ready for a week away, and then went inside to finish packing their bags.
When she reached their bedroom, she was distracted by one of Roger's shirts lying on the chair. He had the bad habit of leaving things on the chair, even after all these months of her grumbling about it, but it wasn't as bad a habit as some blokes had, so she couldn't really complain. She picked up the shirt and inhaled his scent, resting the fabric against her cheek as she sat on the bed. She loved the way he smelled, spicy and masculine in a way that never failed to make her tummy turn into knots.
It was difficult to believe that it had already been a year. Well, a year and two days if she wanted to get technical, but she didn't think this sort of thing needed to be exact. In a way, she was proud to have remembered because she wasn't the best at knowing dates that weren't something major like birthdays and anniversaries. On Wednesday, though, she'd noticed the date on the calendar and had remembered it perfectly. It had been one of those changing points, really, even if she hadn't realized it at the time. No, that wasn't true because, even then, she'd known that it was a huge step.
When she'd first arrived in Stoatshead Hill, she'd been tired from years on the run, and the only real goal she'd had was to find somewhere comfortable to live for awhile. Her plans had been more vague than they'd ever been in her entire life, and, in a way, she'd been lost without a war to fight. Her friendship with Ron had become strong while her friendship with Harry had become more weak. There had been new friends, Percy and Cedric and Kingsley, who had inspired her to learn how to print books and open a bookshop and try to be more social. The last thing on her mind then had been having a relationship, and she'd even told Ron that romance wasn't for her.
Then she met Roger. She had no idea how much her life would end up changing when she'd accepted his invitation to view his parents' manuscripts. His name had been vaguely familiar from school, and he'd been much too handsome for her to think he'd be interested in her in a romantic way. Friendship had been good; it was really all she'd been ready for so soon after the war ended. Looking back, though, she could admit that she'd felt something for him the first time they met. There had been an connection there, a connection that she'd dismissed as platonic. Probably because she was scared. It had taken accepting a date from Cedric and asking Roger out herself before she stopped being so scared.
Now, it had been a year since she had gone to his cottage and asked him to date her exclusively. They had progressed from friends to lovers to something more that she couldn't even put into words. A year ago, she'd not have expected for them to be living together in what she felt was a perfect house by the river or that she'd be wearing an engagement ring. It was one of those times when she was glad that she didn't know everything because she couldn't really imagine a life without Roger. He just completed her in some soppy way that she'd never tell anyone about, but it was more special than she'd ever imagined.
Ron and Lavender were engaged now, too. Their friends from school were getting married, having babies, getting engaged, and working at jobs they loved. The town had become a real home to so many of them, but there were still things to do in their world. There had been talk about rebuilding Hogsmeade, and she knew that Roger would likely go to work there if he was needed. His company had a great reputation, he had solid employees, and they'd be lucky to have him and his crew work on rebuilding Hogsmeade.
Fortunately, he could Apparate if he decided to do that, and maybe he'd get that same enjoyment out of helping rebuild there that he did here. She wanted him to be happy, liked seeing that crooked smile on his lips during dinner when he told her about his day at work, so she'd support whatever decision he made, even one that meant they couldn't enjoy lunch, and other things, in the loft at his office during the afternoon occasionally.
She smiled as she stood up and removed her clothes. She put on a new pair of knickers, one of several pairs she'd bought to surprise him with during their holiday, and fastened the ribbons on each side of her hips. She'd seen this pair and immediately grabbed them because, well, Roger had a bit of a thing for ribbons, which meant she'd developed a bit of a thing for having him untie things she was wearing.
A year ago, she'd have never thought to wear something so blatantly sexy, but she was already warm just thinking of Roger's reaction to this bra and pair of knickers. He had a way of looking at her that made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, even when she looked horrible. She hoped she made him feel that way because he was still the sexiest man she'd ever met and so handsome that he took her breath away, especially after a shower when his hair was wet and he put on his favorite blue shirt that made his eyes just look amazing.
"Stop it, Hermione," she muttered, laughing at herself as she got distracted with thoughts that wouldn't help her finish packing. She changed into the knickers and bra and then put his shirt on, just buttoning one button in the middle so he'd have a glimpse of black lace and ribbons when he got home from work. The packing wouldn't take very long, and Lucy was ready for their trip, so it wouldn't hurt if they were delayed by an hour. Or two.
After all, they didn't have anywhere specific in mind to go. They were just going to get on Lucy, choose a direction, and drive. One thing she had learned from Roger was to relax and not plan everything because, really, life was an adventure. The destination wasn't really that important. What mattered was the journey and who shared it with you. In her case, she was lucky that she'd found Roger, and that, as he'd told her that night a year ago, he didn't scare easily.
Characters: Hermione Granger
Location: River's Edge
Status: Private
Summary: It was difficult to believe that it had already been a year
Completion: Complete
The shop was in good hands. Darla had basically kicked Hermione out as nicely as possibly, shooing her away from the office with threats of torturing books if she didn't go away. It was just going to be a week, but it was longer than Hermione had ever been away from Bookworm or the press. Despite her excitement at getting away for a relaxing holiday with Roger, there was a part of her that couldn't help but worry that everything would go wrong at the shop when she wasn't there or that she'd have forgotten something when she was getting things done ahead of time.
Still, Darla was a scary woman when she wanted to be, so Hermione hadn't protested too much. Besides, she was more excited about the holiday than she was truly worried something might happen at the shop. Her employees at both businesses were capable, well-trained, and dependable. They'd be okay, and she knew she'd stop being anxious about temporarily leaving them in other's hand once she and Roger were gone. So, she went home and checked Lucy, making sure her tank was full of petrol and she was ready for a week away, and then went inside to finish packing their bags.
When she reached their bedroom, she was distracted by one of Roger's shirts lying on the chair. He had the bad habit of leaving things on the chair, even after all these months of her grumbling about it, but it wasn't as bad a habit as some blokes had, so she couldn't really complain. She picked up the shirt and inhaled his scent, resting the fabric against her cheek as she sat on the bed. She loved the way he smelled, spicy and masculine in a way that never failed to make her tummy turn into knots.
It was difficult to believe that it had already been a year. Well, a year and two days if she wanted to get technical, but she didn't think this sort of thing needed to be exact. In a way, she was proud to have remembered because she wasn't the best at knowing dates that weren't something major like birthdays and anniversaries. On Wednesday, though, she'd noticed the date on the calendar and had remembered it perfectly. It had been one of those changing points, really, even if she hadn't realized it at the time. No, that wasn't true because, even then, she'd known that it was a huge step.
When she'd first arrived in Stoatshead Hill, she'd been tired from years on the run, and the only real goal she'd had was to find somewhere comfortable to live for awhile. Her plans had been more vague than they'd ever been in her entire life, and, in a way, she'd been lost without a war to fight. Her friendship with Ron had become strong while her friendship with Harry had become more weak. There had been new friends, Percy and Cedric and Kingsley, who had inspired her to learn how to print books and open a bookshop and try to be more social. The last thing on her mind then had been having a relationship, and she'd even told Ron that romance wasn't for her.
Then she met Roger. She had no idea how much her life would end up changing when she'd accepted his invitation to view his parents' manuscripts. His name had been vaguely familiar from school, and he'd been much too handsome for her to think he'd be interested in her in a romantic way. Friendship had been good; it was really all she'd been ready for so soon after the war ended. Looking back, though, she could admit that she'd felt something for him the first time they met. There had been an connection there, a connection that she'd dismissed as platonic. Probably because she was scared. It had taken accepting a date from Cedric and asking Roger out herself before she stopped being so scared.
Now, it had been a year since she had gone to his cottage and asked him to date her exclusively. They had progressed from friends to lovers to something more that she couldn't even put into words. A year ago, she'd not have expected for them to be living together in what she felt was a perfect house by the river or that she'd be wearing an engagement ring. It was one of those times when she was glad that she didn't know everything because she couldn't really imagine a life without Roger. He just completed her in some soppy way that she'd never tell anyone about, but it was more special than she'd ever imagined.
Ron and Lavender were engaged now, too. Their friends from school were getting married, having babies, getting engaged, and working at jobs they loved. The town had become a real home to so many of them, but there were still things to do in their world. There had been talk about rebuilding Hogsmeade, and she knew that Roger would likely go to work there if he was needed. His company had a great reputation, he had solid employees, and they'd be lucky to have him and his crew work on rebuilding Hogsmeade.
Fortunately, he could Apparate if he decided to do that, and maybe he'd get that same enjoyment out of helping rebuild there that he did here. She wanted him to be happy, liked seeing that crooked smile on his lips during dinner when he told her about his day at work, so she'd support whatever decision he made, even one that meant they couldn't enjoy lunch, and other things, in the loft at his office during the afternoon occasionally.
She smiled as she stood up and removed her clothes. She put on a new pair of knickers, one of several pairs she'd bought to surprise him with during their holiday, and fastened the ribbons on each side of her hips. She'd seen this pair and immediately grabbed them because, well, Roger had a bit of a thing for ribbons, which meant she'd developed a bit of a thing for having him untie things she was wearing.
A year ago, she'd have never thought to wear something so blatantly sexy, but she was already warm just thinking of Roger's reaction to this bra and pair of knickers. He had a way of looking at her that made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, even when she looked horrible. She hoped she made him feel that way because he was still the sexiest man she'd ever met and so handsome that he took her breath away, especially after a shower when his hair was wet and he put on his favorite blue shirt that made his eyes just look amazing.
"Stop it, Hermione," she muttered, laughing at herself as she got distracted with thoughts that wouldn't help her finish packing. She changed into the knickers and bra and then put his shirt on, just buttoning one button in the middle so he'd have a glimpse of black lace and ribbons when he got home from work. The packing wouldn't take very long, and Lucy was ready for their trip, so it wouldn't hurt if they were delayed by an hour. Or two.
After all, they didn't have anywhere specific in mind to go. They were just going to get on Lucy, choose a direction, and drive. One thing she had learned from Roger was to relax and not plan everything because, really, life was an adventure. The destination wasn't really that important. What mattered was the journey and who shared it with you. In her case, she was lucky that she'd found Roger, and that, as he'd told her that night a year ago, he didn't scare easily.