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

ura-wizardharry:

His mind stuttered at her last few words. With face averted, Harry shut his eyes for a moment, reminding himself that she was not someone he should be turning to. Ron needed her more. Especially now. He had no right to infringe on her time.

“I do trust you, Hermione.”

And I need you, too. Harry left the last left unspoken.

        She watched the chosen boy in front of her - yes, she had lost a lot, but it was different for him. Because he had not started out with much in the first place and then after finally gaining something to call his own– it was essentially ripped right out of his hands. Whilst he had her, it was more than likely not enough to fix the broken soul within in. But she had to try. She must.

                                     “Good. I would assume after all this time,
                                       it should be that way. If it wasn’t, I would
                                       be quite hurt. If it’s not obvious, I trust you.”