[There's another smile there, and she looks over at him as he mentioned Butterbeer.] Wouldn't mind lots of things, now that I think about it.
But... [A pause. It almost tastes like betrayal in her tongue to say.] I use to miss it all more intensely than I do now.
That's probably terrible, isn't it?
[Will she someday just forget to remember? Forget to miss things? The thought is alarming, much as she knows the world goes on. There are always things and people she will miss.
There's a crumpled picture she kept in her bag of her parents, the only one she let herself keep with herself in it, and in the rarest of moments, she lets herself think of them.
Her Mum and her Dad.]
You aren't the only one who should have to carry this, Harry. If I'd gotten to the entry before you had, I would have told him nearly word for word what you did.
I wanted to know. I don't regret knowing.
[As much as it broke her heart and it still does.
It still does. There's a pause there, as Harry had admitted to her Ron left, but not why.] Oh.
[She says it softly, lowering her gaze momentarily, wondering if there should be more she should say, and choosing not to. A lot of things with her and Harry aren't spoken but simply understood.]
It's strange to think about. We have time now.
[Hermione blinks back tears and the small noise that wants to stumble out of her throat. She wraps her arms around him instead, half-burying her face in his neck.
She will likely go to the library once more, search through every inch of it, along with all her belongings, her own and the other Hermione's, and more to find something.
Thank you, Hermione. Hermione wants to scream and she wants to cry and she ends up doing neither. She isn't sure if she wants a thank you, either, as she feels she's done absolutely nothing.
Feels as if she can't fix it, even if logically she knows it's not something to be fixed.]
All right, Harry. [It's said quietly, but when she stands, she tugs him up, too.]
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Date: 2011-08-10 09:51 am (UTC)[There's another smile there, and she looks over at him as he mentioned Butterbeer.] Wouldn't mind lots of things, now that I think about it.
But... [A pause. It almost tastes like betrayal in her tongue to say.] I use to miss it all more intensely than I do now.
That's probably terrible, isn't it?
[Will she someday just forget to remember? Forget to miss things? The thought is alarming, much as she knows the world goes on. There are always things and people she will miss.
There's a crumpled picture she kept in her bag of her parents, the only one she let herself keep with herself in it, and in the rarest of moments, she lets herself think of them.
Her Mum and her Dad.]
You aren't the only one who should have to carry this, Harry. If I'd gotten to the entry before you had, I would have told him nearly word for word what you did.
I wanted to know. I don't regret knowing.
[As much as it broke her heart and it still does.
It still does. There's a pause there, as Harry had admitted to her Ron left, but not why.] Oh.
[She says it softly, lowering her gaze momentarily, wondering if there should be more she should say, and choosing not to. A lot of things with her and Harry aren't spoken but simply understood.]
It's strange to think about. We have time now.
[Hermione blinks back tears and the small noise that wants to stumble out of her throat. She wraps her arms around him instead, half-burying her face in his neck.
She will likely go to the library once more, search through every inch of it, along with all her belongings, her own and the other Hermione's, and more to find something.
Thank you, Hermione. Hermione wants to scream and she wants to cry and she ends up doing neither. She isn't sure if she wants a thank you, either, as she feels she's done absolutely nothing.
Feels as if she can't fix it, even if logically she knows it's not something to be fixed.]
All right, Harry. [It's said quietly, but when she stands, she tugs him up, too.]