#on-the-ocean

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Can everybody please just get on skype because I cannot deal with this tumblr ask bullshit right now and need to complain. Really badly. 

Thank you.

[anarchivefullofmems]

CLAU YOU ARE A FANTASTIC HUMAN BEING

I mean you always are, but right now I'm just like

THANK YOU HUN YOU ARE THE BEST also how do you talent <3

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so much fabranger in my head right now

Photography Fabranger, in which Hermione shows Quinn how to develop moving pictures.

Quinn's birthday, in which Hermione attempts to surprise Quinn with dinner and a pug (named Merlin), but Quinn doesn't come home until very very late to find her girlfriend passed out on the couch with a sleeping puppy. Adorableness ensues. 

Car lesson Fabranger, in which Quinn attempts to teach Hermione how to drive a manual transmission, because 'Really, 'Mione, you don't like brooms and quite frankly that apparating business you do freaks me out, especially ever since you decided to stop by while I was having my annual Horror Movie Marathon. Plus... it's hot. A girl driving stick, that is.'

Angsty Fabranger. Quinn is living in London, with Rachel (who has been contracted to do a show in a West End Theater production). Hermione works at the Ministry and is happily married. Fabranger angst ensues when Hermione decides to take her lunch break at a small lunch spot that just opened (by one Quinn Fabray). Soon their lunch meetings, while innocent, become a weekly ritual. And both wonder about what could have been if things in their lives were just a little bit different. 

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She just wanted to know her name

Despite everything that had happened at the end of sixth year, Hermione was determined to spend at least a couple of meaningful months with her parents. When they had asked her how school had been, they didn’t miss the dark look that crossed her face when she answered quietly, “It was fine.” 

Hermione was sure they knew that things were not fine, after all they knew about Harry and his past, and they were intelligent enough to pick up on the fact that not all was well in the wizarding world. But they trusted their daughter, if they needed to know something, they were sure that she would let them know. 

They had always spent weekends visiting the museums and theaters of the West End, but Hermione insisted they spend even more time. She knew her father adored seeing shows and how much her mother loved to shop. That’s how she wanted to remember them: happy, with their daughter, doing the things they enjoyed most. 

What she hadn’t counted on, in her attempt to hold onto something before the world decided to tear itself apart, was that she’d meet her.

The first time she saw her was when Hermione and her parents went to The Dominion to see ‘We Will Rock You.’ She was handing out playbills and Hermione thought she was the most angelic and graceful person she’d ever seen. 

“Enjoy the show,” the blonde smiled softly, handing Hermione a playbill. 

Hermione wasn’t even able to formulate a ‘thank you’ she was so entranced by this girl. Was that an American accent? 

She cast a glance over her shoulder as her parents guided her towards their seats and she was sure the other girl saw her and sent her a small smile. Perhaps she was part Veela, Hermione thought, shaking her head. Yes, that must be it. 

--

The second time she saw her was the following weekend when she and her mother were at Foyle’s books.  Mrs. Granger was in a corner perusing books on Italian architecture and Hermione was trying to find a book of photography for Mr. Weasley. She had found one and was attempting to grab it from the top shelf. 

“Let me help you get that,” a soft voice surprised Hermione. 

She turned around to see the blonde, holding a small stool, which she then used to reach the top shelf. She held the book out to Hermione with a smile.

“Thank you,” Hermione managed to say this time. 

“Of course, it’s what I’m here for,” the blonde replied, pointing to a name tag that said ‘Quinn’ on her chest. 

Hermione’s mouth twitched into a small smile. Quinn, she thought, that’s a lovely name.

“If you need anything else, just let me know,” the blonde smiled, before turning back to the books she’d been previously reshelving. 

 --

The third time she saw Quinn was at a showing of Mamma Mia in the West End Theater district. However, this time the blonde wasn’t working, but was with an older woman who Hermione assumed to be Quinn’s mother.

She saw the blonde take a seat two rows in front of where she and her parents were seated. The entire show Hermione couldn’t help but glance away from the stage and to the blonde, who she could see was silently singing along, a serene smile gracing her face. When Hermione left the theater she happened to cross paths with the blonde, who gave her a smile and a small finger wave of acknowledgment. Hermione’s stomach flipped slightly as she replied with a soft ‘Hi’ before the two continued to wherever their parents were taking them next. 

--

The fourth time Hermione saw Quinn was four days before she was expected at the Burrow. She was back at Foley’s books, this time by herself. 

“Excuse me,” Hermione had spotted the blonde towards the back of the shop, checking something off a clipboard. 

“Yes?” The blonde looked up and seeing Hermione smiled. “Oh, um hey. Uh. How can I help you?” 

Hermione couldn’t stop the amused smirk from forming before answering, “Well. I was looking for a book for a friend and I was hoping you could help?” 

“That’s what I’m here for,” Quinn smiled. 

“That’s what I remembered,” Hermione quipped back, rocking on her heels gently. 

Quinn’s cheeks turned the faintest shade of pink, “Uh. Well what type of book were you looking for? Another photography book?”

“You remembered?” Hermione looked surprised, enjoying the gentle flutter inside her stomach. “Well, yes. I am, actually.”

The blonde looked pleased, noting the way Hermione’s cheeks seemed to mirror her own in color. “What type of photography book are you thinking?” 

“Well, he’s new to photography,” Hermione explained. “Very new,” she chuckled. 

They had moved over to the photography section as they spoke and soon Quinn was holding two books, one in each hand. “This new?” she held up one and then the other, “Or this new?” 

“Probably not ‘Photography for Dummies’” Hermione chuckled. “He’s very interested in… how photography works more than actually taking pictures.” 

Quinn quirked a brow, grinning as she placed the yellow ‘for Dummies’ book back on the shelf. “Then this is probably perfect,” she handed the other over to Hermione. ‘How Cameras and Light Printing Work: The Basics’.

“It’s actually a really good book,” Quinn continued. “I find it useful.” 

“I think you’re right,” Hermione smiled. “It does sound perfect. Thank you."

--

“Where are we?” Ron asked

"Tottenham Court Road. It was the first place that popped into my head" Hermione replied. 

--

The fifth time Hermione didn’t see Quinn. Quinn saw Hermione. The blonde spotted her walking down the street and into a coffee shop with two boys. Despite the anxious look on her face, Quinn thought Hermione looked stunning in that red dress. 

She debated going across the street to talk to her. To find out her name. 

‘What the hell, Fabray, man up and go,’ she thought. Two minutes later she was waiting for a bus to pass before she could cross the street. A minute later when she looked over at the shop, the windows were closed and the lights were off.

She just wanted to know the girl's name.  Before her London summer was over and she had to return to Lima, Ohio with her family, she wanted to know her name. She'd never felt so deflated at seeing a closed coffee shop.

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Puppies Angst and Cuddles, Oh my!

“Quinn, I don’t think you’re supposed to be cuddling with the puppies,” Hermione chuckled. The pair were volunteering with the SPCA at a local Pet Smart. “In fact, I think the lady asked us to help move the empty fencing to the shade before people get here.”

Quinn just rolled her eyes, scratching the Jack Russell Terrier behind the ears, “You don’t want me to go, do you, boy?” She gave the dog a tummy rub, which earned a happy yap. “See, ‘Mione” she held up the puppy to the other girl, “How can you tell me to abandoned a face this cute?” 

“Well if his face is cuter than mine, maybe you should go home with him to cuddle later, hmm?” Hermione stated. 

“Just because I think he’s cute, doesn’t mean I don’t think you’re adorable,” Quinn said, with a small pout on her face as she placed the puppy back in his pen. She gave him another scratch on the head before standing up and brushing her skirt a little, “You’re my number one cuddler, you know that right?” 

Hermione smiled, reaching out to grab her girlfriend’s hand, “I know.”

“Good,” Quinn interlaced their fingers and tugged Hermione towards her, placing a small kiss on her lips, smile plastered on her face. “Now, what did the lady say for us to do?”

“Quinn!” Hermione scolded, eyes going wide. But her lips twitched at the corners in amusement. “I can’t believe you weren’t pay attention.”

“Well, it’s a little hard when there are cute and adorable distractions everywhere.” 

“Just, come help me set up the fences over there, okay?”

“Okay, but only if we get to cuddle when we get home.” 

Hermione didn’t even answer, she just tugged her girlfriend across the parking lot to the truck that had the fencing. 

“I want to get a puppy,” Quinn stated two days later when she was visiting Hermione. 

“Okay,” Hermione looked up from the book she was reading. “Have you spoken to your mom about it?

Quinn leaned against the back of the couch, scrunching her face a little, “No.” 

“Don’t you think you should ask her first?”

“Ugh,” Quinn allowed herself to roll over the back of the couch, settling herself on the opposite side, “Why do you always have to be so practical?” She tried to scowl, but she couldn’t help but smile when she looked at her girlfriend. Hermione looked absolutely adorable, curled up on the side of the couch wearing an oversized hoodie, book in her lap. 

“Because otherwise you’d just show up at your house with an adorable puppy and I don’t think your mother can handle two introductions, regardless as to how adorable they are, in less than a week,” Hermione frowned slightly, realizing it probably would have been best not to mention her first encounter with Judy Fabray. “…sorry.”

“No, it’s okay,” Quinn smiled sadly. “You’re right.”

“Have you spoken to her…?” Hermione asked, taking the book off her lap and putting on the ground.

“No,” Quinn looked down at her fingers which were playing with the hem of her shirt before looking up at her girlfriend, “Can we talk about something else?”

Hermione crawled over to the other side of couch, gently stilling Quinn’s fidgeting fingers, “Of course. So… when we get our own apartment, what kind of puppy do you want?” 

Quinn smiled. Hermione always seemed to know how to put her back at ease. “I don’t know.”

“Please,” Hermione rolled her eyes a little, grinning. “Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about it. I bet you’ve already picked out a name.”

Quinn bit the side of her cheek, smirking a little. “You know me too well, Granger.”

“I know,” Hermione’s eyes sparkled. She shifted slightly so that her head could rest on Quinn’s chest. “So… tell me.” 

Quinn smiled moving her hands to play with her girlfriend’s hair. “Well… how do you feel about pugs... and the name Merlin?" 

(continuity? Uh yes, please)