The Enchanted Bookworm

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Seeking Hermione || the0nlygrangerbookworm

ura-wizardharry:

the0nlygrangerbookworm:

It could have been hours for all she knew, her eyes never making their way towards the clock. She simply remained in her bed, listening to the music as it echoed throughout her room, and undoubtably her flat as well. 

She knew she was pushing him away again, backing him into that corner, never allowing him any closer than deemed necessary. And he was only trying to help, but she didn’t like what he’d said, asking her something that would have been so blatantly obvious. 

But the way she’d treated him was deplorable. She moved around her flat in near silence, making her way towards where she knew he’d taken up hiding. She paused momentarily, before sneaking into the room he occupied, its normally large and airy space suddenly feeling miniscule with both of them occupying it. 

She didn’t speak, instead carefully climbing up and onto the bed, all but draping herself across the top of her friend, her head turning so that her ear was pressed against the steady tempo of his heart. 

" I’m sorry. I know your only trying to help, but dammit Harry. I hate when people ask the obvious, as if I weren’t smart enough to try that on my own." She yawned heavily, hating no matter how tired seemed, sleep was hard to come by. 

His eyes moved to the door when she’d opened it. His breath held as he felt her climbing atop him, his brain filling with confused words to speak… words that never made it out of his throat. Harry felt her lay on him, her cheek to his chest. He started running through the line up of the Chudley Cannons. Merlin, it would not be good for his traitorous body to get excited now.

He swallowed surreptitiously, listening to her. His hand moved to smooth her hair, feeling her yawn against him.

"It’s alright."

He closed his eyes, now onto the Falmouth Falcons… Ron in a dress… Malfoy in a dress…

"I know you’re not stupid, Hermione. Merlin, we all know that. But you don’t tend to take care of yourself when you’re upset. I’m just… trying to be your friend. Something I’ve failed to be in the recent past."

It was what they did, they fought, and made up. There were times she swore even as a child she’d rip him from limb to limb, using some of her worst known hexes on the wizard, but he knew her better than anyone. 

And when Harry was warning her of something, she knew it was probably best she started to listen, at least considered listening. 

Propping her chin on her hand she glanced down at her friend, confusion flickering across her face as he seemed deeply conflicted. ” I know you are, and I need you now more than ever…I’m just me, and you know how stubborn I can be….” 

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And so it begins || the0nlygrangerbookworm

draco-theslytherinprince:

the0nlygrangerbookworm:

Exhaling deeply before she sipped at her wine, Hermione needed to think. Of course her life wasn’t free of regrets. She’d said so herself, but how would it make her life sound if she said she’d have done nearly everything differently if given the chance. 

" I regret not making the most of my time in school. Of not doing things for me. I always put everyone else first, and perhaps selfishness is exactly what I needed. But I don’t know how to be that person." 

She toyed with her hair again, a habit she was beginning to find quite annoying. 

" I wish I’d stood up for what I believe in. To step in when I saw something that was wrong, rather than let my narrow minded opinions do the thinking for me. Doing the right thing regardless of what Harry and or Ron was going to say, because obviously as of now, none of that matters." 

She wriggled uncomfortably in her seat, knowing with the simple look he gave her, he wanted her to dig deeper. After all he’d said, her simple and predictable answers would not be enough to suffice his curiosity as to what it was that had broken her. 

" But the thing I regret the very most, of all other things. Was I didn’t trust my parents knowledge or judgement enough to give them the choice…to give them the choice in what to do with the playing out of their lives. I took that choice away from them, and now I"ll forever pay for its consequences. And perhaps it seems minor, in comparison to some of the things others, and yourself has done. But it still haunts me, and I don’t think that is a feeling that will ever go away." 

It wasn’t the best answer, albeit an honest one, but it was one of the darkest, and deepest. and it was one of the few things Hermione no longer had control of. 

" I also regret not leaving the wizarding world earlier, but that is a story for a completely different day. "

He listened, though to her it might not have seemed so considering he wasn’t making eye contact, only staring at the toe of his shoe and the firelight behind. He’d also been drinking his firewhiskey while she spoke. He darted a glance at her when she spoke of her two numbskull, former mates, but left her to muse aloud without comment.

Her last regret hung heavily in the air around them. He’d had a choice to stay or return and he chose to stay out of necessity. She chose to come back for quite nearly the same reason. The thought flickered in Draco’s mind before he spoke.

"What did you do to your parents?"

She knew he could back out, he owed her nothing, what could he gain from learning of her deepest secrets, other than how horrid of daughter she’d been. But would it also do any good to expose the things his father had done. If he didn’t already know. 

Her eyes fell upon the nearly empty glass in her hands. ” I took away their choices, I took away the memories. And I had them tucked away, where they would be safe. It didn’t matter if they had no recollection of whom I was as long as they were safe.” 

She knew her words, although cryptic and few wouldn’t be enough, her entire body straightening as moved herself in her seat. Bracing herself for the attack she’d come to expect. ” There was rumors, of a raid against my parents of sorts, and with a spy, we knew to take it seriously. So I wiped their memories, all traces of myself and magic. And they were moved, but I did a more thorough job than was expected, but of course that too was to be expected. Even the ministry couldn’t reverse what I’d done. But it was all with good reason, because forty-eight hours after I’d wiped their memories, your father lead a raid against my parents muggle home in London. But they were long gone, and there was no trace of me.” 

She finished off her glass, setting down in front of her, allowing her head to tilt upwards. ” But I’m not going to blame you, or beg at why you didn’t try to stop such things. I know there were things that were out of your hands. Things maybe you didn’t know. So now you understand, with Harry and Ron’s lack of presence and no longer having parents why I stay here. The anonymity is welcomed, except to the choice few. But your hiding away as well, so I’m not too worried about suddenly being exposed.” 

Seeking Hermione || the0nlygrangerbookworm

ura-wizardharry:

the0nlygrangerbookworm:

Hermione could see the anger, and all she wanted to do was laugh,or smirk, smirking she knew would make his blood boil, but she did neither, watching as his petulancy paved the way.

She snorted as she watched him fetch his blankets and pillows, her fingers itching to grab for her wand and send a good stiffening charm in the couches direction. ” You do that.” She mentioned, turning on heal to make for her room, snapping the light off with annoyance. 

Quite content with the fact she knew Harry would suffer a sleepless night, Hermione scowled when she saw her friend approach the guest room, deciding it seemed a better fit than her previously chosen living room furniture. Huffing the witch went about trying to settle whatever it was that set her blood boiling. Lighting a few of her favorite candles, before grabbing one of her beloved vinyl albums and turning it on the record player, flopping herself face up as she let the music fill her room. 

He could hear her music as he lay fuming in bed. Why was he here, Harry wondered. He’d apologized, at least tried to and now she was angry? Or at least he thought she was.

She was no more easy to read now than she had been when they were fourteen. Harry wondered, as the music pounded, just exactly was it that he’d hoped to accomplish by returning to her. Did he expect her to wrap him up in one of her tight, breath stealing hugs? Did he expect her to rap a rolled up paper against the top of his head for having left her and then laugh at his shocked expression at her having hit him?

He scowled, wondering why he bothered even to stay. It seemed she could not care less if he came or went.

Perhaps this was a test.

Just how resilient, Harry wondered, could he be while being tested on the subject of friendship by one Hermione Granger?

And did he want to even bother now?

It could have been hours for all she knew, her eyes never making their way towards the clock. She simply remained in her bed, listening to the music as it echoed throughout her room, and undoubtably her flat as well. 

She knew she was pushing him away again, backing him into that corner, never allowing him any closer than deemed necessary. And he was only trying to help, but she didn’t like what he’d said, asking her something that would have been so blatantly obvious. 

But the way she’d treated him was deplorable. She moved around her flat in near silence, making her way towards where she knew he’d taken up hiding. She paused momentarily, before sneaking into the room he occupied, its normally large and airy space suddenly feeling miniscule with both of them occupying it. 

She didn’t speak, instead carefully climbing up and onto the bed, all but draping herself across the top of her friend, her head turning so that her ear was pressed against the steady tempo of his heart. 

" I’m sorry. I know your only trying to help, but dammit Harry. I hate when people ask the obvious, as if I weren’t smart enough to try that on my own." She yawned heavily, hating no matter how tired seemed, sleep was hard to come by. 

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the0nlygrangerbookworm:

{   It didn’t sit right, like bile rising in her throat it threatened to make her sick.

                 But could they speak on good terms.

Could their friendship be salvaged, or had too much time passed already?

     Her fingers drummed on the table before her, nails scratching against the                        parchment that sat before her,

blank. 

      Before there would have been endless words, her fingers cramped from

so much writing, and now, she couldn’t think of a thing to say. 

So she settled for impersonal. 

      It sounded like an easy way out, but at the moment it was all she knew .

Ron, Can we talk? Tomorrow…Leaky Cauldron 4pm.

                          - Hermione }

    Ron had been doing fairly well as of late. He enjoyed his job, enjoyed his social life, and even his drinking had been slowly tapered down into not-quite-as-alarming levels.

                             But he missed his best mates, desperately.

      It was always there, this dull ache in his chest, feeling like part of himself was missing. It wasn’t about love - not romantic love at least. It was about needing the people that had become such an important part of his life that he’d nearly died on multiple occasions just to be at their sides when trouble back.

     Harry had pulled away when things had gone south with Ginny, and even though he saw him at work and they occasionally had a laugh together, Ron was giving him the space he needed to get over the break-up. Hermione, on the other hand… he hadn’t heard from her in ages. Not since she’d left him after the war.

     So when an owl fluttered in through the window and dropped a letter into his lap - one that was penned in Hermione’s delicate handwriting, Ron felt his heart give a jolt in his chest. He scratched out a hasty reply, sending it back off with the owl, before leaning back in his chair with a sigh.

                             { I’ll be there. I miss you.

                                             — R.W.  }

      {Her fingers twiddled. Nervously. Something Hermione hated. And on more than one occasion her anxiety nearly bolted her out of her seat. She glanced at the reply in her purse, to be sure she’d come at the right time. 

Odd how she could so easily forget something, considering she was the one who penned the letter in the first place. She hoped she didn’t have to wait long, Ron had an annoying knack for being late to most things, but this she sincerely hope would be different. Because if he didn’t show up on time, she didn’t think she could wait around and let her nerves eat at her. }

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