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

ura-wizardharry:

He put the glass down.

“Hermione… Alright. I’ll go out for my birthday.”

It occurred to him that this meant something to her, this need to go celebrate something good. While he might not give a bloody damn about it, he saw how much she worried.

“Where do you want to go?”

         She instantly smiled when the male had finally agreed. While he may not see the point, she did and she was so sure that he would end up having a good time with her. If anything, he would get out of this blasted house – that was something.

                                              “Somewhere that only has good feelings.”

    She thought about it for a moment; quite a few of their favorite spots had been tainted. The castle was not yet entirely rebuilt, Hogsmeade wasn’t at all the same either. The burrow had mostly good memories but there was some negative mixed in there, too. They couldn’t go to either of their homes because in truth, what was supposed to be their homes did not feel as such. Both were empty and rather depressing.

                         “What about.. we go somewhere in Britain.
                               Somewhere away from all things magical.”

                                                    “–have you ever been camping, Harry?”