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whiskers on kittens, everything good in life. hermione granger

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desireliberty‌:

@dcoe​ liked for a starter 

Flourish and Blotts was abnormally empty this time of the year. No students could be seen buzzing about, looking for their required books of the term, it was calm and quiet - Quiet in a sense that wasn’t comforting, quiet like the calm before the storm. Quiet, like the impending sense of doom before the chaos begins. How wrong she was to think that Diagon Alley would’ve been a good source of comfort from the elephant in the room that lingered in the Ashton household; Her father and mother both have been absent more frequently, the suspicion, almost terrifying to think about. Which is why despite everything that had been happening, she found herself here, in Flourish and Blotts, shopping for school supplies. However, just when she thought that the empty bookstore couldn’t be more depressing, she spots a familiar facade in the corner amongst the bookshelves, wild unmistakable untamable curls that could only be none other than Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of their year. A smile curls upon her lips, a genuine smile, not the sinister kind that was looking for trouble. She healed no prejudices towards the muggleborn, or any muggleborns at that matter, a known defect in her code against most Slytherins. Instantly, She makes her way toward the brunette. 

“Not surprising to find you here at all, Granger.”

Hermione needed comfort. That was for sure through her facade and number of breakdowns she’s had in the past couple days, but she couldn’t let others know that for sure. Growing up, she had her moments, but now, she wants to make sure she doesn’t look fragile and sensitive to people as much as she did back in their first year. So, she reaches to books if she can’t reach to someone else, something that she always finds comfort in. Looking at the titles in the shelves, she bits the inside of her cheek, concentrated on walking around and finding something to keep her mind off for now when she hears someone approaching and instantly turns around to face. 

‘Oh, hello.’ she greets with a nod. ‘ I reckon it’s the place someone needs to look first if they ever want to find me for sure. But, I have to say, it’s a bit surprising for you to be here as well.’

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ernie--macmillan‌:

Ernie paused in his movements, noting the familiar sound of the voice. Glancing up, his suspicions proved correct as his eyes fell on Hermione. Hogwarts wasn’t that large of school, not really, and even if it was, Ernie would have found it hard to miss the girl who seemingly always knew the right answers.  “I dunno if all of their books are that good,” he said, shrugging. He hadn’t read all that many, and he didn’t really feel the need to usually. “But they’ve got their own animals, and it’s interesting to see how they’ve adapted without magic and try and sort out how they might interact with some of the more common magical creatures.”

' Not all of them, just not all of the wizarding ones are not- but, they are something else.’ Hermione shrugs as if it was second nature for her to reformulate something in a more..formal way. Because it was, especially when her best friends were Ron and Harry. 

She allows herself to ramble on as he continues.‘ For sure, and they have everything we have but without using magic- they create it on their own. not to mention that  a lot of their inventions we use as well, so we’d have to give them credit for that.’

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rogerdavics‌:

“i mean, yeah. that movie was crazy popular in 1992,” he says. it’s like the gears in his mind are whirring as he regards her some more. if she wants to study, he’ll respect that boundary. but, he wonders, would it be better for her to focus on something else? something like this muggle movie in particular, for example. “tell me, princess, when did you last let your heart decide?” he sings again, teasing further. the look in his eyes indicates that he means “princess” with warmth, however, devoid of any mocking overtones.

“so, i take it you’re a fan of that movie?” he turns to her. although he doesn’t shut his book, it’s unmistakable that he’s actively training his attentions away from the text and on to her. “quite a lot of inaccuracies about how magic works, though, right? but i’ve always been a romantic at heart.” he laughs in his trademark boyish, light manner. “and it seems hermione granger’s one too. am i mistaken?”

' yes, it was, but nobody in this castle has ever even mentioned it to me, i never thought you’d know it.’ hermione didn’t mean it in a bad way, but she was just surprised with him knowing such a small thing about the muggle world and it was only because of how used she was to explaining to people small and normal parts about that particular world. she turns her head to look at him again and shifts into her seat when he continues singing as if redirecting the words to her.

she quickly shakes her head. ‘ i am a fan of it, i just think it’s stupid how she lets a man save her, instead of doing something on her own. but, i guess she is one of the fiercest princesses we have as of now.’ she could feel a blush up on her cheeks, but she ignores it, shrugging. ‘ wouldn’t call me romantic, but affection is not something i’m opposed to, not that it has ever happened of course.’

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@hogwartsonline march quidditch: hermione granger

“ooh, you look much tastier than crabbe and goyle, harry" said hermione, before catching sight of ron’s raised eyebrows, blushing slightly and saying “oh you know what I mean - goyle’s potion looked like bogies.”

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rogerdavics‌:

“are you apologising for bumping into me?” roger asked with a perplexed, but ever-pleasant smile. that was odd. “don’t…. hey.” he’s caught-off guard when he apprehended how unusually frail she looked, like glass that may splinter. it’s not as though he assumed she had no feelings; definitely not. but this wasn’t an emotional state of hermione granger’s to which he was typically privy. although he wasn’t quite sure how to deal with it, he tried.

“i’ve just been to dervish and banges,” he told her; poised, casual, but cautious. “i think i’m going to have a pretty good apprenticeship deal there soon. i’m about to eat pudding somewhere nice and quiet to celebrate. d’you want to… head there with me?” and perhaps talk, was the tacit addition, conveyed through the intensity of his eyes. a hand edged toward hermione’s, giving her enough room not to let him hold her hand if she wished. but if she allowed him, fingers would rub around her knuckles soothingly, encouragingly.

hermione couldn’t answer to his question, she didn’t know what she was apologizing for either. for being so confused about him? for being so confused about everything? for being herself? or just for bumping as if it was something normal? her situation was anything but and thoughts started running around again. and she curses herself when his mood changes because of course he noticed something wasn’t alright with her and she wanted to just run, but she was sick of running, she was sick of holding back her feelings.

despite her inner battle, she slowly took a hold of his hand, as a puppy afraid of being first touched- she cautiously took a hold of it and in a few seconds she interwined her fingers with his, she felt the warmth of his hand and this time, hermione couldn’t help but let a cascade of tears fall down her cheeks and she looked up at him, her voice trembling a little. ‘thank you, i-i really, r-really don’t deserve you.’

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 harry potter &. hermione granger : a moodboard // @potteraf

  “Perhaps Hermione knew how he was feeling,

because she reached for his hand and took the lead for the first time, 

  pulling him forward. “

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Hermione: Harry, NO!

Harry:[not doing anything] What?

Hermione: Sorry, force of habit. Ron, No!

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roger davies &. hermione granger: a moodboard // @rogerdavics

   ‘ i should be much too  smart for this, 

you know it gets the better of me sometimes when you and i collide,

    i fall into an ocean of you, pull me out in time,

don’t let me drown, don’t let me down... i say it’s all because of y o u.

    sway my way, don’t come and go...like you do.  ‘ ( x )

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 hermione was feeling down. she’s been bottling all these feelings for weeks- but, she has never allowed herself to crack. no, not when ron and harry need her the most. not when her parents won’t even know who she is anymore soon enough, because she’s convinced herself that’s what she needs to do. and it didn’t help with the way people looked at her every time she was in a shop- she just couldn’t take it anymore. and when she felt like she couldn’t breath anymore, with all those judging eyes on her, she stormed out of the shop and down the alley. she was not crying, she was not allowing herself to do so until she gets somewhere safe, away from the prying eyes.

  with her head held down, she did not see anyone walking down the street and surely she did not see roger-  someone who also contributed to her confused haze of thoughts- so when she bumps into him, she quickly takes a step back from him as if she’s been struck and looks up to see him. she swallows hard, he looks exactly as she remembered, maybe even better. ‘ i-i am sorry, roger. i-didn’t want to collide into you like this.’ her voice was soft and not as loud as always because she was afraid that if she was to speak louder, she’d break.

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ernie--macmillan‌:

Ernie was fairly certain sneaking off to Muggle London wasn’t exactly what his parents thought he meant when he said he needed to head into town for a few things. He had wandered across of a Muggle bookstore not far from the Leaky Cauldron, and had doubled back to Diagon Alley to exchange a few galleons for Muggle money in order to pick up a book about animals in the rainforest he had been thumbing through in the store. He found himself confused by the stillness of it’s few illustrations, but captivated by the in depth knowledge the Muggles had seemed to sort out for themselves. Ernie was flipping through it’s pages as he exited the shop, almost bumping into someone in his distracted state. “Sorry about that, mate,” he said, barely glancing up from the book. 

Hermione was out of ideas of where to find something that’d inspire them to find an exit of this whole war mess that’s going to elude soon. But, with the thinking that the muggle world has had two huge wars already that have been significant, she tries to find similrities in that and maybe find some ways that they could follow. Or know for sure what not to do to make it worse. As she was about to enter the store, Ernie comes out and she quickly takes a step back. She’s been in that state before too, too mesmerised to look up. ‘ No problem, I know that muggle books are enchanting and you’re probably too deep in it to even have time to look around. ‘

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rogerdavics‌:

“yeah, i am pretty rowdy, aren’t i?” though hermione probably talks a lot more than he does —— he’s noisy in other ways, like quidditch, or on dates with girls, so he doesn’t mention the gryffindor’s own penchant for loquaciousness. “what’s got you worked up?” he answers himself mentally, realising how dire the current wizarding world’s state must be for her, even without potter and weasley piling on to her stress. “ah, wait, i think i know why.”

another jaunty laugh escapes his lips upon hearing her desperately request that he avoid singing loudly. “i’m so used to people looking at me, i don’t notice it anymore. then again, many things elude my notice.” what definitely doesn’t elude his notice, however, is that she’s a pretty girl; as uptight as she is. but he doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable, so he just smiles some more as he regards her. “i agree. alright, i won’t sing… loud.” in a low voice only she can hear, roger sings, “i can show you the world….”

she nods in agreement at his first question--even though she knew herself, that between the two of them, she was the talkative one.  even if she was surely not ashamed of that because most of the time she’d talk important, intelligent stuff, but with him: he made her mumble things that made no sense and he thought it was something normal which made her even more flustrated. at his other question however, she turned to face him and threw him a look as if to suggest for him to think better about that himself.

‘ i am always stress.’ she points out matter-of-factly. ‘ i reckon i know how that feels to, but compared to you it’s not exactly for my stature in the school.’ hermione opens up the book again and is ready to start where she left with the reading when he starts singing; at first, she wants to be annoyed, but then she listens more carefully and hears what he’s singing. she widens her eyes as she turns back to look at him. ‘ y-you know the disney princess jasmine? i mean, you watched this muggle movie in particular? you surprise me everyday, roger.’                                          

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ofremuslupins‌:

Remus didn’t correct most of his former students when he ran into them at Diagon Alley or at the Leaky Cauldron. After all they were used to him as professor and wasn’t someone they had seen around much since he taught at Hogwarts.  For Hermione that wasn’t the case, so for once Remus did what he always felt inclined to do when someone addressed him as professor. “I haven’t been your Defence Against teacher in three years now, Hermione, so I would really prefer if you called me Remus,” he said gently and with a slight smile. “Are you looking for any kind of history in particular, like a certain era or from a certain country?” he queried. “I’m trying to find the newest version of Hogwarts:  A History. My copy is quite old already and very well-read.” Or rather, the pages kept falling out every time he opened the book. He could use a repairing charm, but he felt like that did away on the authenticity of the book. “I’m sure they have it here. I have caught that you’re familiar with the book as well, aren’t you?”

She was taken aback by his correction of her calling him Professor, but that manages to slowly bring a small small smile on Hermione’s lips and she nods slowly. That was an honour for her, being able to call him on his first name basis. ‘ I will do so from now on, Remus. ’ As their conversation falls back into the book track, she hums in thought to his words. ‘ I actually am looking for some international wizard history- maybe, I can find some wizards that were dark from other parts of the world, maybe some kind of ways to combat all of these because...we never know how the smallest things can help a big cause.’ At the mention of one of her most favorite books, she couldn’t help but chuckle in excitement- oh, she was familiar with the book alright. ‘ I am indeed, Pr-Remus.’ she quickly corrected herself. ‘ That was the first book I read before I got into Hogwarts, helped me a bunch for the first day, was so excited to see everything be so..magical also. But, yes, they do have it here. Merlin knows how I bought another copy myself after I read the other one maybe too many times.’

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staying at the burrow had been a mutual decision they mad once sixth year had ended. hermione still takes some days to go and visit her parents because she  has this feeling at the back of her head that maybe she’ll never see her parents again before the war is over since she came to conclusion to herself what she’s going to do in order to be able to save them. she does not want for them to be in danger just because of her. but, she has never mentioned anything to either harry or ron about this--she loved them. dearly, but this was not something that she could tell them easily.

so, she did what she knows best: buried herself in work and reading books in order to find answers to the millions of questions they had after they’ve been left with so little answers. ‘ hey guys-’ she called out to the two boys as she looked up from the book she was currently bussing herself with. ‘-i think i found something about how dangerous this kind of spell can be, creating a horcrux i mean. we already know that it basically takes a part of your soul, but here it says that those elements you put it in needs to be something meaningful to you. one way or another- not something that you like in particular, but something the defines you. that links you to you in one way or another.’

she looks up and sighs, knowing that maybe she had spoken too much for them to understand. ‘ do i need to explain that better?’

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rogerdavics‌:

roger looks up from the tome he was perusing. “yeah, i’m studying.” he laughs, a breezy sound. “i don’t know how to receive the fact that you didn’t think i’d be one for late-night studying. i’m really quite diligent, you know. but it’s probably more out of necessity for me than it is for you.”

he smiles after paying her this compliment, a reference to the gryffindor girl’s natural brilliance. “cleverest witch of our age.” he’s teasing slightly, though he utters the appellation with much sincerity. “i don’t know what else i could be doing in this library. well….” he glimpses around, as if he’s only just properly registered the fact that there aren’t a lot of people at that hour.

“oh….” he hums thoughtfully. “i could be singing, couldn’t i? other students don’t really like it when you sing during the day.” he asked, beaming as warm as sunshine, “are you going to sit next to me?”

‘ no, i did not mean it like that- i know you study, it’s just, i have never really seen you quiet for so long in quiet a while and i reckon i had just ruined that.’ hermione mumbles on as if it actually makes sense, but that’s what she does when she’s nervous and it’s not a life-death matter and being around roger makes her nervous. maybe it’s the way he flirts with her carelessly and it doesn’t disgust her as others did or it was just him as a person who made her so flustrated that she felt embarrassed. ‘ and maybe i don’t need it for smarts, but i need it for sanity.’

she shrugged as she slowly placed her book on the table. ‘ no, please don’t, i’ll leave if you start singing so loud you make everybody look at us.’ she send him a wary look before she took a seat and hated herself for sending him a small smile in return to his bright wide one. she nods at his last question. ‘ as long as you promise not to sing...loud. i’ll be here. studying or not studying, everything is done better with company, right?’

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We’re coming with you.

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I think the least believable part of the Harry Potter novels is the idea that all these feathery quills and pet cats are getting along in perfect harmony. Let me tell you, J.K. Rowling, not a thing would get done at Hogwarts!