Harmione One Shots

Sunday Morning

Summary: After a long week of classes, Harry always looked forward to the weekends.

Ship: HarryPotterxHermioneGranger

All credit goes to Souled_Out pn Ao3

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There was a pep in his step when Harry walked down the stairs to the common room. The weekend always gave him something to look forward to, unlike the mornings when he had to get ready for his classes.

He enjoyed the downtime with friends and his girlfriend. They played board games in the common room when it was raining. Sometimes they went as a group to Hogsmeade to hang out at Three Broomsticks or had a look around at other shops when Hermione got tired of all the noise and wanted him all to herself.

They walked along the rows of shops, hand in hand, looking through windows until something caught their eye. Most of his money was spent at Honeydukes and Zonko's Joke Shop before moving on. They would spend hours at Tomes and Scrolls as Hermione got caught up and lost track of time. He didn't mind it at all. He enjoyed watching her get excited about a book or two before realizing she had been talking non-stop. And though she didn't have to, she would apologize with a kiss.

When he didn't have Quidditch practice, they could be found in the library, sitting side by side. Harry had a tendency of getting distracted. He spent more time studying her instead of his books, unlike her. Hermione didn't like being behind, but she was always ahead of others. It wasn't surprising when she received high marks on every assignment and exams. She was truly Outstanding. First on the O.W.L., and there wasn't a doubt that it will be the same results for N.E.W.T.

On the days the sun was shining brightly, and the weather was warm, they spent it by the Black Lake. Hermione would read her book as he listened. He could spend hours just listening to her, which he did often. At the end of the day, her skin glowed while he was a shade of red.

Harry remembered the first weekend they spent as a couple. It was during their fourth year. In the middle of helping him prepare for the Triwizard Tournament, they became more than friends. He realized that it was more than just appreciation he felt for her. He nervously asked her to the Yule Ball, and her smile had said it all. Her curls bounced as she jumped up to hug him.

Her unwavering support got him through the nerve-racking moments of each task. It was the same during his first year as a Seeker. Hermione made signs with their friends to cheer him on. She was always the first person he looked for on the stands before a match.

Their first date was before the Yule Ball. With Hogwarts teeming with students from all three schools participating in the tournament, there weren't a lot of places to be alone. They bundled up in their coats, scarfs, and gloves before heading out to the Black Lake. There weren't too many people around as they walked near the shore.

Snow crunched underneath their boots. Their breaths shown in the cold weather. His hand eventually found hers, and he held it in his as they walked back to the Great Hall for dinner.

There were murmurs that soon followed. But it wasn't surprising for some. Their friends knew it was only a matter of time. A few teased that it took them long enough. Was he the last one to know how she felt about him?

They had their first kiss on the night of the Yule Ball. After dancing the night away with each other, they walked back to the tower. Feeling extremely happy, he stopped her at an empty corridor. With his heart pounding against his chest, he leaned down and kissed her on the lips. It was awkward at best and a bit sloppy. They eventually got better and could hardly keep their lips and hands off each other. It was definitely one of his favourite things to do. Finding a private place was another matter.

Since then, they were practically inseparable. Harry looked forward to their weekends together. They always went to the Great Hall together for breakfast. Hermione was usually in the common room with a book in hand. But not today, as he looked around. He was surprised that she wasn't sitting by the fire, reading as she waited.

"Has anyone seen Hermione?" Harry asked anyone within earshot.

Some shrugged. Others ignored him. Or they were still trying to wake up.

"Sleeping," Parvati answered as she came down the stairs with Lavender beside her.

"Stayed up all night. Thought it would be for something fun, you know?" Lavender said as she looked at him, then Parvati. "It was just to read."

"Thanks."

Harry waited for her at the bottom of the stairs until most had left for breakfast. It was unusual for her. Hermione rarely slept in, let alone be one of the last to get up. She considered it a waste of time.

His stomach grumbled as he waited for her. Knowing Ron, there wouldn't be much left. The guy was a bottomless pit ever since he joined the Quidditch team last year.

Harry rushed out of the tower and made his way to the Great Hall. Some had already left to start their weekend. He grabbed anything he could and placed it on a plate. There was still plenty of toast. He smeared butter and jam on one side before adding eggs and sausages on the plate. He placed two cups filled with hot tea on another plate before heading back to the tower.

Somehow, he managed to balance the plates. And he arrived just in time. Hermione was coming down the stairs in their matching jumper that Mrs. Weasley made for them last Christmas. Or it could have been the year before that. A headband kept strands of curls away from her as she rubbed the sleep off.

They met at the sofa in front of the fireplace. Harry carefully placed the plates down on the coffee table. And she greeted him with a kiss.

"Thank you. Didn't realize how late it was." Hermione plopped down on the sofa and took a piece of toast. "What would you like to do today?" she asked before taking a bite. She nodded approvingly.

"I don't mind staying in. Looks like you could use some rest," he answered as he sat beside her. He grabbed a cup of tea and handed it to her.

"Sounds like a plan."

"A date," he corrected, smiling. He grabbed himself a toast and his cup of tea. "Crookshanks?"

It was as if he heard. He came from behind the sofa and jumped on her lap, curling up.

There was no better way to spend a Sunday morning.