Hermione revels in her emotions towards her former teacher, having been given to him by the Dark Lord as a 'gift' after the war.
They couldn't help but notice each other. But would he ever be able to get past the scars that were visible and the ones that were not.
A promise was made, it was made from HIS heart --- Now that promise was broken, but what of HER heart? DM/HG
It was at a headmaster’s funeral that she realised that her world would never be perfect. That she needed to let go. GW/HP
The security of a bed is that it offers sleep. A chance to escape this world for just a moment…but not for hermione
A snipit of Luna Lovegoods thoughts. The thoughts that flow through her head of how it is to be Luna. The good, the bad and the damn right annoying.
A smal undistintive room of dull grey walls was ta seting 4 which a spontaneus meeting of 2 souls wud colide.Their separate worlds forgoten 4 ta briefst moment as they would linger in their memories 4 only mere minutes at a time as they wud look bak.PP/SF
Hermione is suffocating on her own life, but yet she does nothing about it. She just watches as it falls before her eyes.