[Fic] "Why Not?" -- Harry Potter
Nov. 8th, 2004 06:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
edenfallingFirst, the fic, because apparently even NaNo is not enough to cure my sporadic attention problem. Contains femslash implications:
[ETA: The AO3 crosspost is now up!]
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Why Not?
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Hermione, cautious, sensible, Hermione, with her worries and self-doubt, had read books and was curious. Apparently most people had at least some latent tendency toward bisexuality -- did she? She harbored occasional thoughts about Ron and Harry, and briefly about Viktor, but those went more or less nowhere. Sometimes she wondered if she didn't consider girls that way because she had a genuine heterosexual preference, or simply because she'd been raised to moon over boys instead. However, finding a girl willing to experiment with her was a rather steep hurdle. Lavender and Parvati were obviously out of the question, and by her fifth year Hermione had largely put the issue out of her mind.
Ginny, on the other hand, simply noticed that at some point in her fourth year she'd started watching girls as well as boys -- and not just to critique their fashion choices or compare herself to them. Not being one to beat around the bush, when she found herself watching Hermione, she let herself be more blatant about it, let her eyes linger a bit too long for casual glances. After all, she knew Hermione. Hermione wouldn't blab this around Hogwarts or tell the other inhabitants of Grimmauld Place.
At first Hermione wondered if she was seeing properly, but after a week she was forced to acknowledge that Ginny was... was watching her the way Lavender and Parvati watched the boys they were interested in.
She raised her eyebrows in a silent question the next time she caught Ginny looking. Ginny winked, and shot a suggestive glance up the stairs toward their shared bedroom.
Well, thought Hermione, they'd have to get to the bottom of this sooner or later. And if Ginny was willing to experiment, why not? She nodded, marked her place in her summer potions reading, and joined Ginny on her way upstairs.
When Ginny slid an arm around her waist, Hermione smiled.
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Second, the job rundown:
Having been told the job started at 7:30, I made sure to get there in plenty of time. In fact, I got there 25 minutes early (oy vey!)... and my supervisor was out sick. So I didn't even get let into the office until 8:00. A less than auspicious beginning.
But it got better. Despite having very little idea of the technical details of the software and the process of writing up work orders, I was able to do a fair bit of data entry (completed work orders, y'know), send an emergency request off to get dealt with (broken glass windows in nurses' offices are not good), meet various co-workers, and generally organize my room.
I have a very low opinion of the previous temp worker. Partly this is because the other people don't seem to have liked her much, but mostly it's because of the utterly shameful state in which she'd left the desk. Totally disorganized, obviously never dusted, cat hair all through the keyboard, etc., etc. Yuck.
I think tomorrow will be better. For one thing, I now don't feel a need to get up quite so early (I always panic and allow way too much time when starting things, since I know I'm not the world's greatest judge of how long it'll take me to do things). For another, my supervisor should actually be there.
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Third, the random stuff:
I have finally learned how to bake in the house kitchen. First, hang a handtowel over the fire alarm. Second, open the bathroom door and turn on the ceiling fan. This seems to outsmart the insanely oversensitive alarm. (I wasn't baking anything exciting, just chicken for my next several lunches.)
NaNo total at 11 thousand something -- forgot to count accurately before coming to the computer lab. I left Ranna in the middle of a conversation with Garin last night, so today while waiting to be let into the office, and while watching other people try to find Filemaker on my computer, I started the next Talin and Bren scene. So I'm currently working on two unfinished scenes, after which Section 1 will be finished.
I bought the most absurd flower pot the other day -- it's like a turtle-scale lotus supported by three china frogs. Have put my mutant pink-spot into it. (The pink spot's a mutant because its spots are white. And who ever heard of a pink-spot with white spots? *grin*) I was going to give it to Susan as a Xmas present -- she likes frogs -- but it's too cute to give away!
[ETA: The AO3 crosspost is now up!]
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Why Not?
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Hermione, cautious, sensible, Hermione, with her worries and self-doubt, had read books and was curious. Apparently most people had at least some latent tendency toward bisexuality -- did she? She harbored occasional thoughts about Ron and Harry, and briefly about Viktor, but those went more or less nowhere. Sometimes she wondered if she didn't consider girls that way because she had a genuine heterosexual preference, or simply because she'd been raised to moon over boys instead. However, finding a girl willing to experiment with her was a rather steep hurdle. Lavender and Parvati were obviously out of the question, and by her fifth year Hermione had largely put the issue out of her mind.
Ginny, on the other hand, simply noticed that at some point in her fourth year she'd started watching girls as well as boys -- and not just to critique their fashion choices or compare herself to them. Not being one to beat around the bush, when she found herself watching Hermione, she let herself be more blatant about it, let her eyes linger a bit too long for casual glances. After all, she knew Hermione. Hermione wouldn't blab this around Hogwarts or tell the other inhabitants of Grimmauld Place.
At first Hermione wondered if she was seeing properly, but after a week she was forced to acknowledge that Ginny was... was watching her the way Lavender and Parvati watched the boys they were interested in.
She raised her eyebrows in a silent question the next time she caught Ginny looking. Ginny winked, and shot a suggestive glance up the stairs toward their shared bedroom.
Well, thought Hermione, they'd have to get to the bottom of this sooner or later. And if Ginny was willing to experiment, why not? She nodded, marked her place in her summer potions reading, and joined Ginny on her way upstairs.
When Ginny slid an arm around her waist, Hermione smiled.
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Second, the job rundown:
Having been told the job started at 7:30, I made sure to get there in plenty of time. In fact, I got there 25 minutes early (oy vey!)... and my supervisor was out sick. So I didn't even get let into the office until 8:00. A less than auspicious beginning.
But it got better. Despite having very little idea of the technical details of the software and the process of writing up work orders, I was able to do a fair bit of data entry (completed work orders, y'know), send an emergency request off to get dealt with (broken glass windows in nurses' offices are not good), meet various co-workers, and generally organize my room.
I have a very low opinion of the previous temp worker. Partly this is because the other people don't seem to have liked her much, but mostly it's because of the utterly shameful state in which she'd left the desk. Totally disorganized, obviously never dusted, cat hair all through the keyboard, etc., etc. Yuck.
I think tomorrow will be better. For one thing, I now don't feel a need to get up quite so early (I always panic and allow way too much time when starting things, since I know I'm not the world's greatest judge of how long it'll take me to do things). For another, my supervisor should actually be there.
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Third, the random stuff:
I have finally learned how to bake in the house kitchen. First, hang a handtowel over the fire alarm. Second, open the bathroom door and turn on the ceiling fan. This seems to outsmart the insanely oversensitive alarm. (I wasn't baking anything exciting, just chicken for my next several lunches.)
NaNo total at 11 thousand something -- forgot to count accurately before coming to the computer lab. I left Ranna in the middle of a conversation with Garin last night, so today while waiting to be let into the office, and while watching other people try to find Filemaker on my computer, I started the next Talin and Bren scene. So I'm currently working on two unfinished scenes, after which Section 1 will be finished.
I bought the most absurd flower pot the other day -- it's like a turtle-scale lotus supported by three china frogs. Have put my mutant pink-spot into it. (The pink spot's a mutant because its spots are white. And who ever heard of a pink-spot with white spots? *grin*) I was going to give it to Susan as a Xmas present -- she likes frogs -- but it's too cute to give away!
