Love in Motion: RemusHermione
Character Appreciation: studious
Disney, "That's a piecrust promise. Easily made, easily broken."
Trope of the Month, crossgen: Hermione
Auction: Hermione
Word Count: 352
Remus isn't surprised to find Hermione in her study well after midnight. She is so caught up in her book that she doesn't even seem to hear him when he enters. For several moments, Remus just stands there quietly, a soft smile on his lips as he watches his girlfriend scribble notes across her parchment.
Finally, he clears his throat, getting her attention.
"Nearly done," she assures him, tucking her mess of bushy curls behind her ear and returning her attention to the book.
"That's what you said—" His tawny eyes flicker to the polished mahogany clock on the wall. "—two hours ago. Bed."
"I'll be there in a bit. I promise."
Remus' lips twist into an amused grin. This isn't the first time they've had this same discussion. It doesn't matter that she already has the job at the Ministry, she always has to push herself. He's fairly convinced that Hermione has read damn near every book and page dealing with cooperation between magical communities.
And yet it's the same thing almost every night. Hermione stays up and exhausts herself, trying study and obtain more and more knowledge, never seeming to be satisfied. In the morning, as with most mornings, she'll brew a pot of strong coffee, and there will be more caffeine than blood flowing through her veins.
"Bed," Remus sighs, moving closer and gently pulling her to her feet.
Hermione huffs. "Soon. I promise."
"That's a piecrust promise," he says, leading her away from the desk. "Easily made, easily broken."
His girlfriend still protests and they walk down the hall, but her words are interrupted again and again by yawns. Remus tries to hide his satisfaction when he smirks. Hermione is too stubborn sometimes.
"I'm not tired," she grumbles, once again betrayed by a yawn.
Remus guides her into the bedroom, closing the door behind them. "And yet, I'll bet you'll be asleep within five minutes of your head hitting the pillow."
She scowls but shrugs before climbing into bed and pulling the blanket over herself.
Her soft snores fill the air before Remus even turns the light out.
