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[dalphahale]

@amicitxa continued from here

Derek was very happy to see Hermione. Their day had been long and it felt almost pointless as he hasn't gotten any further in their investigation. He smiles at her softly and steps inside. "If you did that then people might assume we were more than partners." He's testing the waters with his words, awaiting her response to see what she might think of the idea of them being more than just friends. He takes off his coat and hangs it by the door. "Did you order food already or should I get us a pizza? I am starving." He imagines she feels the same way too for how long they had been gone.

[chaotiicgoods]

@amicitxa​ | from here !

Maybe their lives have always been COMPLICATED. Since their first year at Hogwarts, in what seems like a lifetime ago, danger always find them. Ron and Hermione are Harry Potter’s best friends, after all. Of course, it couldn’t be easy. But now, more than ever, it seems like they’re trapped. Dumbledore didn’t give Harry many clues about the horcruxes. And if they don’t quickly destroy them, Voldemort could win. That possibility scares Ron so much. 

He keeps his hand on her back before he chuckles a bit. “You know I’ve always cared. Just... very badly sometimes. But just sometimes.” He teases back, keeping a SOFT, yet tired smile on his features. “I know we all need some rest, but I can’t sleep. Maybe I’ll listen to that radio a bit more.” Maybe he’s getting paranoid, but what if he hears the name of someone he knows ? Someone of his family ? 

[seafinnigan]

@amicitxa from here

Glancing up from the BOOK she had been reading, Hermione found one of her eyebrows raising as she looked in his direction. “I have the slight feeling,” She then began, “That YOU and I have very DIFFERENT idea of what the word fun means,”

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“Ouch,” Seamus teased, and drew his hand over his heart, faux-wounded. He looked back over to where Dean, Lavender, and Parvati were sitting, gathered around a table and waiting for him. He hadn’t originally intended on asking Hermione to join them, but he’d felt bad to see her sitting alone again. Harry and Ron had been spending so much time at Quidditch practice lately, and it seemed like Hermione had been left out. “Come and play with us. It’s a strategy game, I think you’ll like it.”

[sxperflxity]

          // @amicitxa​ originally posted this.

          He had just gotten back from cleaning up from quidditch practice when he had noticed Hermione, had noticed just how out of it she seemed, too focused on whatever it was she was focusing on. Watching her for a few minutes, Harry could only hum to himself before stepping forward, waving his hand in front of Hermione’s face with a small smirk playing on his features.

“Are you lost in thought or trying to talk yourself into doing something?” Harry interrupts after a few minutes of watching, crossing his arms in front of his chest, trying not to laugh at his friend, though he’s sure he’s not successful.

[infinitexechoes]

[ @amicitxa​ / Harry Potter || late nights con’t ]

Harry  had  never  been  the  most  open  of  people,  but  he  was  sure  some  of  that  had  to  do  with  his  upbringing.  His  aunt  and  uncle  didn't  treat  him  like  a  human  being.  To  them,  he  was  just  a  filthy  reminder  of  what  his  mother  used  to  be.  And  so  to  keep  from  staring  in  the  face  of  her  dead  sister,  Petunia  allowed  Vernon  to  keep  him  locked  beneath  a  stairwell's  cupboard  each  night.  During  the  day,  Harry  often  stayed  there  anyway.  Why  be  around  people  who  obviously  didn't  want  him  around?

His  family  drama  aside,  he  often  found  himself  wondering  what  his  life  would  have  been  like  at  Hogwarts  had  he  never  run  into  Hermione  or  Ron  on  the  train  that  day.  He  had  Neville  to  thank  for  losing  his  toad.  He  sort  of  set  things  in  motion,  but  Harry  knew  nothing  about  being  a  famous  wizard,  let  along  magic.  He  sort  of  got  by  from  year  to  year,  but  when  it  came  to  Voldemort,  there  was  no  more  simply  'getting  by'.  If  he  screwed  this  up,  there  was  a  chance  that  they  were  all  going  to  die.  Voldemort  would  not  be  foolish  enough  to  allow  Hermione  Granger,  the  smartest  woman  in  the  world,  to  live  while  Harry  would  die  merely  because  Tom  would  always  feel  threatened  by  him.  They  had  to  win  and  everyone  was  counting  on  them,  but  Harry  knew  better.  With  such  vague  clues  to  guide  them,  they  were  lost  and  he  couldn't  blame  Ron  at  all  for  simply  leaving  to  spend  time  with  his  family.

Moving  to  sit  next  to  his  friend,  he  pried  the  book  from  her  hand  setting  it  aside.  "You  need  to  rest,  Hermione.  I'll  take  first  watch.  We'll  comb  over  this  tomorrow."  He  didn’t  dare  repeat  his  words,  but  deep  down  it  was  true.  He  didn’t  know  what  the  hell  he  was  doing,  and  if  not  for  her,  he’d  have  died  a  long  time  ago.

[antoniwrites]

@amicitxa

Gaia smiled as she walked in with a tray of pot of tea, two cups and saucers, milk, sugar, and two plates with lemon cakes on them. “Study break!” She said to her friend as she set it in the air and had it levitate. She set down the plates and cups for both of them and started to pour the tea. “My special lavender and vanilla tea with lemon cake. I think we deserve a break from all this studying.”

[therealpendragon]

@amicitxa from —> [ xox ]

“You heard me.”

[dalphahale]

@amicitxa​ continued from here

It had been an extremely long day of trying to hunt down the person terrorizing muggles that lived in the south end of London. Their search hadn’t come up with anything which led them back to Hermione’s for food and a regroup to come up with something. She had fallen asleep while they were waiting which led Derek to softly run his fingers through her hair to wake her and tell her the food was almost there. Her strands were soft, much softer than he was expecting and it reminded him how he felt the same of their relationship. Their partnership had become close, closer than he thought considering their personalities were so different. 

“I know, it’s why I’m waking you,” he said with a small smile of his own, watching her as fingers trailed through her curls. “I can grab it when it gets here but are you hungry? I can see that you’re tired and I don’t want to intrude if you just want to sleep the rest of the night, Hermione.”