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âYouâre not. You actually look pretty put together actually. Could be allergies,â he smirked, reaching up to wipe a tear she missed. âBut I know you, so yeah. You are that obvious.â Harry realized his hand was lingering against her cheek so he dropped it. He watched her put the gowns down, his arms instinctively coming up to wrap around her when she rested her head against him. âReese is still your baby, regardless of how old or how many kids he has. I get it. I was actually a wreck myself when Ted got married. Ask Nev.â Harry pulled back a little and kissed her forehead. âPull yourself together, though.â He gave her a teasing look, âYou have me in here for a limited time before I start bitching about how you should have had a girl best friend.â
Stress was starting to seem like part of her personality at this point, but a simple embrace from her best friend always seemed to set her right. âI know, I know,â she nodded. âStill doesnât make it any easier,â Hermione narrowed her eyes at him after that comment, briefly turning to a mirror to smooth out her curls--feigning putting herself together--before looking back at the dress choices before them. âWhat, was that âlimited timeâ five seconds? Because you barely made it,â she smirked, poking Harry in the shoulder as she brushed past him towards the gowns. âSee, thatâs just your fault for being trust worthy. You know I love Luna to death, but her and my idea of fashion are on opposite spectrums.â Hermione held up a dress in front of her, comparing it against the other in the mirror. âYouâre not the greatest liars, hence why you're the only one I trust to not let me leave the house looking--â she paused, taking another gaze up at her frizzy hair, âwell, how I look today.â
















