She's waiting up for him when he gets home, or, at least he thinks she is until he sees that her eyes are closed, her head slumped against the back of the couch, a book open between her chest and drawn-up knees.
When he sits down next to her, she awakens easily -- they all do after being hunted for so long. "Hi, Harry," she mumbles, rubbing the heel of her hand through her eyes. "How was work?"
"Lovely," Harry says with a smile. "Broke up a fight. Was hit on by an enormous drag queen."
Hermione pushes herself up and drops her feet to the floor. "You have all the fun."
Harry had also served himself three shots of Jameson before walking home. He is fearless when he pulls the book from her lap, touching her thigh with his knuckles. Then he pulls her to her feet and into his arms. "Is there something you want to ask me?" he murmurs into her hair.
She hooks her chin over his shoulder and twines their fingers together. "Well, you seem to have read my mind."
They sway together in silence for several moments, Hermione touching her lips to his throat with what might be kisses, until Ginny shuffles out of her room and into the loo. Harry only spots the back of her head before she disappears inside, but he draws away from Hermione, heart pounding. Old habits are hard to break.
Hermione looks up at him, unsure. Then she looks quickly way, drawing in a steadying breath. "There's talk of a night out tomorrow, if you're off. Neville made a big sale, and Ginny wants to celebrate. Good night, Harry."
"'Mione-" His hand trails after her, but she's gone, the swift sound of her retreating flip-flops the only indication that she was there at all. He turns on the spot and walks to the wall shared with the next flat over and thunks his head hard against it. "Bollocks."
The message in the morning is rushed, almost indecipherable, but Harry is heartened by it, feels warm inside, excited.
trust time remember never once worry
He is, in fact, off that night, Thursday, but he pieces together a response, anyway.
perhaps fly with me
Then, because, he had woken up early in hopes of catching her before she went off to work, Harry goes back to bed for a nap. He loves sleeping in an empty flat, with only the sounds of other peoples' running toilets and fridges for company.
When he awakens, it's because he knows something has changed, something is off. He reaches for his glasses and his wand in the same motion, blinking his room into focus. The first bit that's off are the two magnetic words sitting on his night stand. The second is Hermione sitting on Ron's bed, still in her work robes.
"I came home early," she blurts. "And I didn't mean to watch you sleep for so long, only, you're so bloody lovely when you do it."
"'S okay," Harry mumbles, the fog of sleep rapidly retreating, at the word 'lovely.' He glances at his clock, the hands marking all other members of their household still 'at work.' "I figure we've got at least two hours."
Hermione nods and rises to her feet, toeing off her shoes and shedding her robe on the way to his bed. He lifts his blanket for her, and when she climbs in, their eyes meet a moment before he lifts his head off his pillow to kiss her.
His glasses go back onto the nightstand, along with both their wands, right next to the words
Re: Harry/Hermione, I Would, pg-13, PART 2/2
When he sits down next to her, she awakens easily -- they all do after being hunted for so long. "Hi, Harry," she mumbles, rubbing the heel of her hand through her eyes. "How was work?"
"Lovely," Harry says with a smile. "Broke up a fight. Was hit on by an enormous drag queen."
Hermione pushes herself up and drops her feet to the floor. "You have all the fun."
Harry had also served himself three shots of Jameson before walking home. He is fearless when he pulls the book from her lap, touching her thigh with his knuckles. Then he pulls her to her feet and into his arms. "Is there something you want to ask me?" he murmurs into her hair.
She hooks her chin over his shoulder and twines their fingers together. "Well, you seem to have read my mind."
They sway together in silence for several moments, Hermione touching her lips to his throat with what might be kisses, until Ginny shuffles out of her room and into the loo. Harry only spots the back of her head before she disappears inside, but he draws away from Hermione, heart pounding. Old habits are hard to break.
Hermione looks up at him, unsure. Then she looks quickly way, drawing in a steadying breath. "There's talk of a night out tomorrow, if you're off. Neville made a big sale, and Ginny wants to celebrate. Good night, Harry."
"'Mione-" His hand trails after her, but she's gone, the swift sound of her retreating flip-flops the only indication that she was there at all. He turns on the spot and walks to the wall shared with the next flat over and thunks his head hard against it. "Bollocks."
The message in the morning is rushed, almost indecipherable, but Harry is heartened by it, feels warm inside, excited.
trust time remember never once worry
He is, in fact, off that night, Thursday, but he pieces together a response, anyway.
perhaps fly with me
Then, because, he had woken up early in hopes of catching her before she went off to work, Harry goes back to bed for a nap. He loves sleeping in an empty flat, with only the sounds of other peoples' running toilets and fridges for company.
When he awakens, it's because he knows something has changed, something is off. He reaches for his glasses and his wand in the same motion, blinking his room into focus. The first bit that's off are the two magnetic words sitting on his night stand. The second is Hermione sitting on Ron's bed, still in her work robes.
"I came home early," she blurts. "And I didn't mean to watch you sleep for so long, only, you're so bloody lovely when you do it."
"'S okay," Harry mumbles, the fog of sleep rapidly retreating, at the word 'lovely.' He glances at his clock, the hands marking all other members of their household still 'at work.' "I figure we've got at least two hours."
Hermione nods and rises to her feet, toeing off her shoes and shedding her robe on the way to his bed. He lifts his blanket for her, and when she climbs in, their eyes meet a moment before he lifts his head off his pillow to kiss her.
His glasses go back onto the nightstand, along with both their wands, right next to the words
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