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“You were flying? This whole time, you were flying?” she accused, arms hanging uselessly by her sides.
Foreign Letters of Love
“The astronauts have spotted something beautiful. Wonder if they’ll bring it back to Earth,” she heard Fred saying, and she laughed softly as she realized he was staring straight at her. “Where’d you go, angel?” he asked quietly, and the nickname shocked her into a lapse of silence until he shook his head and waved a hand in front of her face.
Whispers and Sunrises
They watched the sun rise steadily, and they shared this moment in joy and quiet.
Open Your Eyes
“I think I have a crush on you.”
The sight that awaited her at the top of the stairs was one of beauty. Twinkling lights wrapped around the railing, and a soft, inviting pile of blankets were spread out. Little jars were scattered around, and she gasped as she realized they were for her blue flames. It was just simple, just something he had noticed, but it meant that he had noticed.
Hermione was feeling trapped. She adored Fred, adored everything they did together and every moment they spent together, but keeping it all to herself was wearing on her, making it hard to enjoy the moments.
“Do not compare me to Ronald and his thickness. He’s about as bright as a monkey.”
“I asked for a dance earlier, Miss Granger,” he murmured before pulling her close to him and taking her waist. And they danced, right there by the grand staircase, her head on his shoulder, listening to the steady thump thump of his happy heart.
Words, Hearts, and Bruises
“There’s nothing to talk about. You shouldn’t have come,” Hermione responded, blinking away hot tears, “I can’t even believe you would have asked that of me.”
“And now I’m pretty sure Ron is going to hex me the second he sees me.”
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