#harry!

[dyingdevotion]

i agree, harry. the stunt is “scumby” lol.

(here is the post that says & shows what shirt he’s wearing. thanks @srldesigns6277)

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

Leverage Redemption: Harry knows what you want.

[bleedingcoffee42]

Dick Winters and Harry Welsh, parachute badges , 1952

[privately-andre]

Harris gets it.

[lovingstheantidote]

I am looking 👀🍈🍈

[scullymurphy]

Bending Light Chapter 18 is LIVE

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26796304/chapters/71015043

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13711317/18/Bending-Light

“This is really nice, Hermione.” Harry looked around as they walked into the sitting room of her flat after their afternoon of exploring. “Compares very favorably with the musty 8 by 10 foot bedroom I’ve been occupying all summer. Shades of the cupboard under the stairs… ” He shuddered and Hermione laughed. 

“Sorry for that. I guess they wanted to hide the Chosen One in the last place anyone would look.” Hermione grimaced and went toward the kitchen. “Have a seat and I’ll bring us something to drink.” She looked in the fridge. “Beer? Wine? Tea? I think Lavender has a bottle of vodka and there’s Coke..?” 

“Whatever you’re having,” Harry stretched out on the slouchy sofa. 

“White wine,” Hermione declared. “Cool and non-fizzy. I’m too full for anything else after all that gelato.” 

Harry nodded. “Yeah, probably shouldn’t have gotten three flavours myself. But it was so good.” 

“I know. All the food is here.” Hermione shook her head and busied herself with the wine bottle as Harry yawned. 

“So the food is lovely. The town is lovely.” Harry straightened back up. “And your work is good. Places to swim and a disco. You’ve learned Italian. New friendships. Building bridges with Slytherin house. I’d say your summer has been rather nice.” 

Hermione nodded slowly. In a lot of ways, it had been very nice. And in others it had been excruciating. “Absolutely,” she said after a longish pause.

“So why then,” —Harry pinned her with a stare as he accepted his glass of wine— “are you so bloody unhappy?” Hermione started to protest, but he held up a hand. “Don’t try to fob me off. I know you too well. And we’re going to talk about this now. It’s got something to do with Malfoy, doesn’t it? I swear if he has said one word out of line to you—” 

“No, no! Harry. It’s not that. Draco hasn’t—” Hermione’s voice gave out and she flopped down next to Harry on the couch, laying her head back and closing her eyes. 

“Nott? Is it Nott then? I could tell there was something with the two of you too. He was entirely too—” 

Hermione opened her eyes and squinted at Harry. “When did you get so bloody observant?” An absurd desire to laugh bubbled through her. “Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?” 

“I’ve done a lot of thinking—and listening—this summer,” Harry muttered cryptically. “After last year. A lot has happened over the last few months.” He looked into the distance, his eyes unfocused. Suddenly he shook his head. “But we’re not talking about me.” 

“Yet.” Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. Something big had been going on with him too, she was sure of it.

“OK, but you first. What’s he done?” Harry said softly, but with an undercurrent of menace. 

Hermione felt balanced on a knife edge. Should she tell him? Could she even keep it from him at this point? Would telling him make it better or worse? 

There was only one way to find out. 

She heaved a huge sigh and rolled her neck to look over at him. “Other than made me fall for him?” 

Harry’s eyes widened to saucers and his mouth dropped open. He stared at her for several seconds and then collapsed against the back of the couch. But then he bolted upright again. “Wait, do you mean Nott or—?” 

Hermione closed her eyes again. “No, Draco. Theo and I are just friends. I mean, I did kiss him the one time, but that was before.”  

Harry, who had been in the process of taking a large drink of wine, started coughing. He pitched forward and Hermione reached over to smack him on the back a few times until he finally spluttered out. “Bloody hell,” he said, eyeing her and taking another gulp.

[schrodingers-fyke]

:0000!!!! I love himb!!!!