Who: Hermione and Ron What: Dinner Date When: Friday night Where: Ron's Apartment Rating/Warning: TBA
Hermione looked at the clock in her office and cursed at herself, jumping up from her desk and leaving the report she hadn't finished yet lying open on it. She knew it would bother her all night that it wasn't finished, but she also knew that she had worked later than she meant to, only giving herself an hour to get groceries and get to Ron's flat on time. She'd be late - but he expected that now, she hoped. At least, he should expect it.
She popped home before anything and took a shower, taming her hair at least but still ending up in a pair of jeans and a blouse instead of anything fancier. Then it was round to the market by her own flat to pick things up, because you could never be sure that Ron, even when his idea was to stay in to cook, actually had things necessary for it.
In the end, she was only twenty minutes late when she appeared in the alley beside his flat and sidestepped the vagrants hanging about to go in and up to his door, which wasn't actually all that bad for her when it came to meeting after work during the week for something.