bts’ 바다 is melancholy and loss and gratitude and longing and love stripped to the very bone, it’s soulmates and the past friends and the new faces that will soon have the most familiar smile of your life; it’s the unshed tears when you see someone off for the last time at midnight and it’s letting them roll down your cheeks hours later; it’s holding someone’s hand so strong you feel like you’re going to break it, and it’s the hand that squeezes right back to tell you that after all the hardships you lived through, you are going to be alright; it’s your silent secret in the darkness, it’s the ache in your chest that follows you each time you fill your lungs with the fresh humid air; it’s careless running and happy tears and bengal lights, its sparkles joining the stars in the night sky as your laughter echoes on the empty beach, your hearts beating as one
the people that are next to you are your world, your life, your hope, your sea
A/N: Happy Birthday, Hermione Granger!! This is just a fluffy little one shot that came to me as a sweet, fluffy little plot bunny about three hours ago. It may induce cavities. It is also a shameless wave to my #pittp crew!
It had started in third year, a LOT of things
started in third year come to think of it. Her 14th birthday had been very
uneventful, even as her birthdays went. The Grangers had never been one to make
a fuss over birthdays, so Hermione really never missed anything by not being
home. She was not like her dorm mates who dramatically announced their
birthdays loudly for weeks before the actual date and squealed in
excitement when they received magical packages full of completely frivolous
gifts. So first and second year passed without anyone, including her best
friends, knowing when her birthday even was.
It may have stayed that way indefinitely if it
hadn’t been for Crookshanks. When she saw him in the store, she knew
immediately how she wanted to spend her birthday money. He was perfect: all
ginger fur and attitude and an intelligence that she couldn’t quite explain again,
a LOT of things started in third year. But when the store owner gave her
the price, and Hermione laid the money out without even flinching, she couldn’t
help but notice Ron’s expression. It was a look that made her feel like she did
when Malfoy made some snide comment about his robes or his family, so she
quickly blurted out, “My parents gave me this money as an early birthday
present!” She hoped that it would help soothe his feelings, but instead she
could almost hear him thinking, “Ten whole galleons for your birthday! You
really are spoiled!”
Of course Ron Weasley wasn’t really thinking
that, but it did still shock him that her family seemed to have so much extra.
But, in a moment of blossoming maturity, he decided to focus on what she had
“Your birthday, when is it?”
“Of this month?”
He nodded at her, and before she knew it they
were bickering about the merits, or lack thereof, of her new pet. By the time the
19th arrived, she had all but forgotten that she had even told him about it. It
was a Sunday, but thanks to her massive course load she was swamped with extra
work. She avoided using the Turner unless she could absolutely not avoid it;
she had been warned to use it sparingly because there could be side effects, so
she spent most of the day literally up to her eyebrows in books and assignments
in the library.
As she furiously scribbled revisions on her
Arithmancy essay, a short piece of parchment drifted over her stack of texts
and landed in front of her surprised face. Lifting her head quickly, she could
see no traces of life; the rest of the library’s patrons had cleared out hours
ago. When she examined the piece of paper she found that it was some kind of
homemade card. It was folded (somewhat unevenly for her perfectionist tastes)
and bore “Happy Birthday” in large sloping letters on the front. Opening
it she found an illustration of what appeared to be Crookshanks looking into a
crystal ball with the caption, “I see that it’s your birthday. Hope it’s
purr-fect.” She laughed before she could help herself, and Ron came around
the closest shelf holding a small bundle, grinning broadly.
“You are the only person that I have ever met
that would voluntarily spend their birthday in a library,” he sat down beside
her, offering her what he carried.
“Hmph…just because I was born on this day
doesn’t mean I should get behind on my revisions,” she tried to keep her tone
stern, but she was sure he could tell just how happy she was that he was there.
“Behind? Hermione Granger has never been behind
a day in her life! I bet you were even born early!”
“Well, actually…I was born three weeks before my
mother’s due date.”
“Oi! I was just joking, but it all makes sense
“Ha.ha.ha. So, did you come here to tease me or
“Nope…that was just a bonus. I came to bring
you that,” he motioned over at what he had sat on the table, “It’s not a gift
or anything…I mean…it’s just that I haven’t been anywhere to buy you
anything,” his face started to go a little red.
She interrupted, “Of course not, honestly,
birthdays are not a big deal to me, the card was great!”
“You liked it?”
“Crookshanks has never looked better!”
“Well, good…I also brought you something to
eat. You weren’t at dinner, so I wanted to make sure you didn’t go starving
yourself. And I got you a few birthday biscuits! I would have gotten you cake,
but you like biscuits better…and cake is hard to carry cause the frosting gets all smushed and…well, any way: cheers!”
She could not believe, later as she drifted off
to sleep, just how great a birthday could be.
That had been the start of it. Every year the
gift she looked forward to most was Ron’s card. The drawings, which really did
show a talent that she could not believe he never showed off to anyone else,
were always something amusing and always included a clever caption. She kept
them all in a box in her trunk until the day she modified her parents’
memories. She could not bear the thought of them being lost or ruined on the hunt,
so she hid them in a secret, magical compartment in her bedroom before leaving
for the Burrow.
After their narrow escape from the Ministry,
Ron’s splinching, and the effects of the locket, Hermione had all but forgotten
about her birthday. And, had she remembered, she would have assumed that Ron
surely had more important things on his mind. So, imagine her surprise, her
unbridled joy, when she opened The Tales of Beadle the Bard on that one
particular Friday in September, to find the gift she wanted almost more
than any other because you really can’t wrap a kiss. The card, folded
much more beautifully than usual, with an extremely well drawn picture of their
tent, nestled in the pines, and the caption “No need to PINE, your birthday
will be divine.” She almost groaned aloud at the horrible pun, but stopped
short at the signature: Love, Ron.
Just a quick doodle of the best parent/child relationship in my clan, Carlisle and his daughter Aldesia! He’s the clan’s hoardkeeper and she’s a little ball of sunshine that babysits hatchlings for the busy parents.
Im…gonna go into a short hiatus…i just cant seem to catch up with school and the blogs and hhh stress is getting to me…ill try and be back before spook-tober…but for now i have to finish some projects i have in hands right now… This goes for all my blogs… Ill try and come back now and then… Ill go lay down for a bit before my next class.
when you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy ! then, send to the last ten people in your notifications anonymously. you never know who might benefit from spreading positivity ! 🌼
//Things that make me happy?
How about people who make me happy? I smile every time they message me/tag me/reply to our rp threads/or I just see them on my dash :)