- #but i love them so muuuuuuuuch
- #but they are so great
- #then i declare you bonded for life
- #hermione's mouth was slightly open by the time harry had finished
- #even through his anger and impatience harry recognized hermione's offer ... as a sign of loyalty
- #it was the first time she had ever said voldemort's name and it was this more than anything else that calmed harry
“And as the Veela danced faster and faster, wild, half-formed thoughts started chasing through Harry's dazed mind. He wanted to do something impressive, right now. Jumping from the box into the stadium seemed a good idea... but would it be good enough? "Harry, what are you doing?" said Hermione's voice from a long way off. The music stopped. Harry blinked. He was standing up, and one of his legs was resting on the wall of the box. Next to him, Ron was frozen in an attitude that looked as though he were about to dive from a springboard. Hermione made a loud tutting noise. She reached up and pulled Harry back into his seat. “Honestly!” she said.”—Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, pp. 103
crying omg but i don't even think hermione's unrequited love is just headcanon that shit is canon okay she has been buttcrazy in love with the kid since like PoA the LATEST absolutely nothing will convince me otherwise
YOU ARE A TERRIBLE PERSON
I THOUGHT IT WAS CANON FOR AN ACTUAL DECADE DON’T DO THIS TO ME IT’S SO PAINFUL
i mean she was always a little bit in love with him. call it friendship if you must, but she was always just a bit too loyal, a bit too kind, a bit too touchy for my tastes. a bit too close, a bit too capable at reading him just as though he were one of her books, she excelled too much in him. you’re a great wizard you know. and it’s not about the legends of him at all; she didn’t grow up with it, not like everyone else. it’s just about him.
idk i think about these idiots a lot (maybe you knew that) and sometimes i think as horrid as it is that they were not endgame and it is still the worst, i have either consoled myself with the notion or have come around to the notion that it is almost a good thing? because the two of them are so dedicated, so mutually constitutive, so deeply embedded in the other which is just fact whether you ship them or not that if they were together, it’d just consume everything around them? because that’s the nature of their relationship: too much and too intense and everything to me but i wonder sometimes if it really matters that they never ran off into the sunset together or whatever. because she’s still the most important woman in his life and he’s still the most important man in hers and no other relationship has ever or will ever change that fact. she’s in love with ron and he’s in love with ginny and in between that there’s harryandhermione who are one inseparable word, the one person who has never left him and the embodiment of the heroism she wanted to possess. and so, most days, it doesn’t much matter to me whether they get married or have an affair or not (though affair fic: always appropriate) because they are very, very much bonded for life and that’s just the way of things. it has always been the way of things.
AND REALLY HONESTLY FANDOM MUST WE THESE WOUNDS WON’T SEEM TO HEAL THERE’S JUST TOO MUCH THAT TIME CANNOT ERASE FUCK OFF.
(i actually think she fell in love with him at eleven, or as much as an eleven-year-old can be in love with someone, and it just got worse, and he kept being stupid, and there was always ron but harry was something different, something difficult to name, and then there was ginny, and hermione made a choice then, but it just doesn’t matter. there is love and marriage and then there’s whatever lives between harry and hermione, which is, and has always been, of a completely different caliber than any other relationship the two of them have as individuals. and that’s just canon.)
okay let’s do something shorter for this one sorry about that kara/lee mess i don’t even know where that feelings bomb came from.
they go back to his house after the war. the dursley’s house, he specifies, and he says the name with a perfect note of disdain. she’d only been there once before, and then she was too busy making sure all the harry versions got to the burrow in one piece that she wasn’t much thinking of a tour. she gets one now, though. that’s the reason they’re here: harry wanted to come back. there was a reason he was going to offer, but hermione shook her head. she didn’t need one. it’s after the war and no one needs a reason. they left ron with his family and the funeral preparations. there was no space for them there. not yet.
harry strolls past the staircase and into the kitchen, but hermione freezes in the hallway. her fingers dust against the doorknob of the cupboard under the stairs for less than a second before pulling back as though her fingers had landed on dry ice.
“hermione?” harry asks, turning from the kitchen when he realizes she’s not beside him.
she turns from the cupboard. ”this is where you lived,” she says, and it sounds like a question as she walks from the cupboard into the kitchen. harry looks behind her for a moment, glancing at the cupboard under the stairs without flinching.
he shakes his head. ”i didn’t live here; i just was here. you know that.”
she nods. they’re finished now. she’s seen all the wallpapers, the wearing carpets, petunia’s hairbrush accidentally left behind as the only proof anyone ever lived here. harry has his arm around her waist when they apparate out. after that house, she doesn’t want to let him go again. hermione isn’t afraid of magical ghosts, but the human kind, the ghosts left by the dead or dying, of who we used to be? she’ll have nightmares for days. it’d be easier if she could keep hold of him. it’d be easier if she never had to let go.
it’s summer again, a full year since the war. the anniversary parties have died down. it’s too hot, even for england or maybe just for harry, so he prefers being outside only once the sun has begun to set. the grass at the burrow is soft. magical fertilizer, he assumes and then smirks.
“i know that look,” hermione says, settling down next to him. ”you’re thinking of something dirty.”
he laughs. ”literally. do you think they have magical fertilizer for the grass?”
she rolls her eyes. ”are you honestly asking me that question. did you sleep through herbology?”
“i tried,” he jokes, lying back on the grass, “but neville kept kicking me.”
“it saved your life a couple times,” she reminds him.
“you saved my life a couple times too,” he points out. ”but i don’t find you boring.”
she laughs, her head tossing back for a moment as she then shifts to lie next to him on the ground. ”would you rather take a course on me?”
his mouth lifts. ”i’d get an O in that OWL.”
she shrugs. ”i suspect an E. but maybe an O by the skin of your teeth.”
“i think i’m offended,” he says, but she just turns her body so their shoulders press together as the last bit of sun runs from the sky.
“quiet,” she says, pinching his arm. ”i’m having a moment here.”
he laughs. he could have loved her, he knows. and he does, really, just in the ways that don’t matter.
“i want to tell you a story,” hermione says. it’s christmastime, their season. not that anyone else knows that, but harry knows that. there are some things kept locked away for just the two of them, just as there are things between her and ron that harry can’t touch and things between ron and harry that are not hers to witness. but christmastime belongs to them.
harry doesn’t open his eyes from his spot on the couch. ”tell me tomorrow,” he mumbles, but hermione ignores him, slides over to the couch and rests her chin against the cushion by his collarbone. she fits nicely there, in the spaces left by his body.
“are you sure?” hermione says. ”it’s a good story. full of magic and wonder.”
he raises his eyebrows. ”so, like work every day?”
“and love.” her voice doesn’t shake. maybe it should. december is their time but then there’s every other month of the year. but hermione is still young, and sometimes after the war she thinks she can afford to be reckless, especially with this much eggnog in her blood. better that than mud. she still dreams about it sometimes, turning into nothing but a pile of wet dirt.
harry breathes in once, out once. ”i already know the ending to that story, hermione.”
her head tilts. ”do you?”
he nods, his eyes still closed. ”we’d better keep it to ourselves.”
she sits down against her heels, leaning forward so that when she whispers only harry can hear her. there is still laughter in the kitchen where the weasleys sound miles away. she’s a weasley now too, and so is harry, but there’s always that not quite that itches at the middle of her spine.
“you should have let me tell it. it would have made a good story,” hermione whispers, and harry opens his eyes and twists his body so that he’s lying on his side now. hermione doesn’t move away. harry’s left hand floats like a ghost to her neck, index finger above her pulse. hermione feels oddly calm, actually, but that’s harry.
“one for the ages,” he says, staring — yes, staring; harry has always been obvious to her, just as easy to read as any book if not easier — at her mouth.
but he doesn’t kiss her. the laughter in the kitchen grows louder, as though encroaching. the clock ticks to midnight. it is no longer christmas eve.
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?
I was reading all of Kyle’s responses (which were incredible) to what some stupid anon asked him and the anon used the argument that Harry married Ginny because he needed someone who would understand him in ways Hermione couldn’t.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?
I MEAN, THE FACT THAT GINNY WAS ALSO POSESSED BY VOLDERMOT REALLY MAKES HER THE PERSON WHO UNDERSTANDS HIM THE MOST, RIGHT? JUST SO HAPPENS THE SHE IS THE ONE THAT HE ALWAYS GOES TO WHEN HE’S GOING THROUGH SOME HARD TIME IN HIS LIFE (WHICH HAPPENS QUITE A LOT, BTW). SHE GETS HIM SO WELL……
Their married life might be full of long deep talks about how it is to be posessed by Voldemort. SUCH A BEAUTIFUL RELATIONSHIP ISN’T IT?
(took your gif, Kyle xD)
I really don’t mean to start a fight here, but COME ON. You guys defend Harmony friendship and then you try to make it seem much less strong than it really is. And I don’t care if you ship whatever you ship, but trying to weaken Harry and Hermione’s friendship is just unacceptable.
- Who cooks: they both do. this fandom has adopted kitchens as our thing and i tend to agree with them.
- Who does the laundry and other chores: same as above.
- How many children do they have: with each other? lol.
- Who’s more dominate: hermione. please.
- Favorite nonsexual activity: basically, hermione tries to read and harry tries to distract her.
- Their favorite place to be together: oooh i knew i skipped a question! this is hard guys this fandom is so solid in their things.
- Any traditions: only holidays. they really tried to start over.
- Their “song”: i really, really cannot think of a single song they would have.
- What they do for each other on holidays: christmas is their special season. hermione decorates and bakes a fuckton, so much that they have to mail it to basically all the kids they know to make room for the rest of it. harry tends to get really nostalgic at this time, and so every few years they end up back in godric’s hollow for christmas.
- Where did they go for their honeymoon: south america, aka the last place anyone would look for either of them.
- Where did they first meet: …i am not answering this as if you people don’t already know.
- Any pets: hermione talks harry into getting a cat, but doesn’t push on the owl thing. they decided to get cell phones instead.
- What do they fight over: harry being dumb, mostly.
- Do they go on vacations, if so where: not particularly? after a while vacations still feel like hiding.