never slept with a dream before he had to go away
About a month and a half after Hermione's arrival on Tabula Rasa, and she was starting to feel the threat of it under her skin. Complacency. She had done everything in her power to fight it, taking up a greater number of classes than she had taken at Hogwarts, one of which was entirely outside of her realm of comfort, which pushed her far past her normal limits. She even agreed to teach a class as part of the Island School, although it didn't seem to be all that popular (and even she agreed that had she been given a choice of classes to take, speed-reading wouldn't have been high on that list). But all of the efforts she made to keep busy felt as though they were only driving her roots further into the island soil, and even someone as careful as Hermione couldn't help but appreciate the island for what it provided. A much-needed break from war. Uneventful nights.
She woke up that morning with her fingers barely resting on the palm of Ron's hand, a habit that she hadn't completely broken out of, keeping him close. Only after she cast a careful glance in the other direction, where Harry slept on a hammock hanging in their common room, did Hermione sigh and rub at her eyes, wondering if she should have simply turned over to catch a few more minutes of sleep. The early sun's rays filtered through the cracks in the curtains, however, and Hermione found her nerves already on edge as she sat up, carefully tiptoeing out of the hut with a shawl wrapped around her arms. Paid a visit to the Compound to get cleaned up, went down to the basement in the hopes of finding something weather-appropriate to wear. It was only after she picked up a two-piece bathing suit that she realized there was one thing she hadn't done yet on the island.
Fifteen minutes later, her things were carefully gathered on a spot on the beach, well away from the ocean. She stepped closer to the waves, shivering as the first washed over her toes, and feeling a smile stretching across her face in spite of everything. With a deep breath, and one last look at the scar on her arm that had healed over months ago, Hermione bit her lower lip and ran into the water, squealing quietly as the water splashed over her, cool against her skin.
Life was okay.
[ Backdated to early this morning, about twenty minutes after sunrise. A great time to meet her, so go wild! No limits, ST/LT welcome always. ]
She woke up that morning with her fingers barely resting on the palm of Ron's hand, a habit that she hadn't completely broken out of, keeping him close. Only after she cast a careful glance in the other direction, where Harry slept on a hammock hanging in their common room, did Hermione sigh and rub at her eyes, wondering if she should have simply turned over to catch a few more minutes of sleep. The early sun's rays filtered through the cracks in the curtains, however, and Hermione found her nerves already on edge as she sat up, carefully tiptoeing out of the hut with a shawl wrapped around her arms. Paid a visit to the Compound to get cleaned up, went down to the basement in the hopes of finding something weather-appropriate to wear. It was only after she picked up a two-piece bathing suit that she realized there was one thing she hadn't done yet on the island.
Fifteen minutes later, her things were carefully gathered on a spot on the beach, well away from the ocean. She stepped closer to the waves, shivering as the first washed over her toes, and feeling a smile stretching across her face in spite of everything. With a deep breath, and one last look at the scar on her arm that had healed over months ago, Hermione bit her lower lip and ran into the water, squealing quietly as the water splashed over her, cool against her skin.
Life was okay.
[ Backdated to early this morning, about twenty minutes after sunrise. A great time to meet her, so go wild! No limits, ST/LT welcome always. ]