Time Spent In Eternal Endings

Enemies to Partners

Of course, he wasn't on time, Hermione thought to herself.

She had made her way to the school in the morning to actually start planning for the ball. She sat on a chair in the great hall—where the ball would be held— waiting on O'Connor. He wasn't exponentially late, but he was late enough to make her feel annoyed and unprepared.

8 minutes late to be exact, she realized as she looked at the clock hanging above the entryway of the great hall.

O'Connor came fast walking through the doors with two cups in his hand.

"Morning Granger. So sorry for the tardiness. I wanted to bring you a little something." He handed her the cup.

The coffee she realized as the steam met her nostrils.

"Thank you, O'Connor. That's very thoughtful of you." She gave him a friendly smile. Genuine.

She came to the realization that she was probably in such a piss-poor mood because she had rushed out of the house this morning without her coffee after sleeping in past her alarm with Ron.

Things between them felt better after last night; something she was thinking about a lot now because their relationship was being slowly mended after the war shredded its way through it. She just hoped it was permanent and not a temporary patch-up that would soon fall back off.

O'Connor was actually helpful. Well, really he just waited for Hermione to give him instructions on what to do and to her surprise, followed them.

Call her snotty or whatever you want, but when she had to stay up all night to finish his part of a project because he "forgot," she wasn't so fond of the idea of working with him again.

They got more done than she anticipated though. They decided on the colors white, silver, and black. White symbolized new beginnings and silver and black were colors that paired well, but were still classy.

This was also a fundraiser after all. It needed to look formal and put together if they expected anything in return.

They also decided on white cushioned dining chairs with silver frames, three crystal chandeliers, and more decorative pieces like tablecloths and centerpieces.

Still, much more to be figured out and the execution was more so what worried her.

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She woke the next morning in Ron's arms again. No mouth full of fur to accommodate. As she fluttered her eyes open she caught a glimpse of the clock.

10:24

Shit shit shit. She was late. They were supposed to start at 10:00 to help organize the ball again this morning.

She should really get a new alarm clock.

She slipped out of Ron's arms, threw her clothes on— almost toppling face-first into the wooden floors after trying to jump into her jeans so quickly— and she threw her hair up as she walked out the door.

She was grabbing her notepad that had the checklist of everything that needed to get done as she frantically walked through the great hall.

She was quite out of breath. Quite sad considering it wasn't a very far distance. Maybe she should start exercising more. She tossed that idea out instantly. She knew she didn't have the schedule for that. Especially not with school starting back up soon.