What’s there to Celebrate, Hermione? || witchgranger

ura-wizardharry:

At the sound of his name, Harry turned to her. “I know what you thought, Hermione. I just…”

“… I just can’t. Not this year.”

He’d been too often alone in the months after the battle. Firewhiskey had become a close friend. He assumed Hermione and Ron were getting on with whatever they deemed acceptable since the kiss he’d witnessed mid-battle. Ginny … well… that wasn’t working out as they both were dealing with post-war fallout. He was unsure about his future as a Ministry Auror. It was as if he was spinning out of control. 

He was, after all, completely unused to living a life without someone trying to kill him.

            “You’re not spending your birthday alone.”

                             Her arms folded over her chest, not to
                             come across as demanding, but to merely
                             let him know that she would not take ‘no’
                             for an answer.

                                           “Even if it’s just you and me,
                                             I don’t care. But not alone.”