Hermione struggles to come to terms with life after the War. Let's forget everything after page 749 of DH and start there.
After three years, he needs to atone.
And it doesn’t make losing him easier. Or make it go away. But it makes everything else bearable.
No one ever talks about her, but it always hangs in the air.
"He was suddenly distracted by the warmth." A set of 10, 100-word drabbles on the H/Hr relationship. Originally posted in my LJ.
Sometimes he could almost touch those days if he reached far enough. Others, it all felt like a dream.
"And I die when you mention his name... and I lie, I should have kissed you, when we were running in the rain."
Hermione stood and walked a few steps before turning around, “Later, then, Harry?”
I hate when he talks in riddles. He knows that.
How can you tell everyone “It's nothing,” when it's everything?