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Monday, October 31st, 2005
4:44 pm	PRIVATE THOUGHTS: Down to the Wire (Hermione's Apartments) I'm holding onto my checklist like it's a life preserver. I've booked the suite for the wedding night in the same guesthouse with Tonks' friends Professor Gierran and Madame Sandansky, and my luggage for the honeymoon is lodged there already. Hope this is all right with Ron; we'll only be there overnight after the ceremony. The food, tables and other reception paraphernalia are finally confirmed. Now there's my Mum to collect from London. The thought of that makes my stomach hurt worse than this morning, and it's been a bit off since the weekend. I hope that both Ron and I make it to a ripe old age; the thought of planning more than one wedding in my lifetime is too horrid to contemplate. I've never been the world's most spiritual person, and never overtly religious; I've often had to remind myself that the magical power I work with every day originates with a source greater than myself. And a wedding is a magical and spiritual occasion. This is why I accepted planning help from Tonks and her European friends--plus the fact that her songspell work and writings are quite fascinating, and I wanted her to perform one for us after hearing the song she did at Harry and Snape's bonding ceremony. Never mind the little problem of my being obscenely busy at work the past several months. Trouble is, she went off on a tangent and planned quite the rum prelude to the ceremony--she said something about being "inspired by some Deathday performance art" she witnessed in Kiev in 2001. I started a big row with her about the whole fiesta being completely unsuited magically to our place and culture and astronomical configuration and the like, and unfortunately made her cry, I'm afraid. I'm happy to say, though, we did calm down and talk rationally after a bit, and I talked her into narrowing it down to her and the Aurors' entry, my entry with spellsingers, my introduction to the gathering outside the circle, and my entry into the circle accompanied by her and my mum. Oh, and the songspell that she and the spellsingers will do just before vows are read. I can only hope that Professor Dumbledore has his invocations ready, because I've drawn a complete blank on suitable deities or powers to invoke for a Samhain wedding in central Scotland. I'm nearly paralysed mentally right now in any case; all I want is to get my Mum safely up here and settled--and NOT in the same guesthouse with us. Current Mood: petrified Current Music: Silver Swan - by Hazlewood (Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 26th, 2005
4:29 pm	OWL: Wedding Announcement and Invitations... ( Invitations to: Hogwarts Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, William Weasley, Remus Lupin, Harry and Severus Potter-Snape, Draco and Neville Malfoy, Percy Weasley, Theodore Nott, Ginny Weasley, Nymphadora Tonks, The Auror Division, and Officials of the Ministry for Magic ) Current Mood: ecstatic Current Music: Eyes of My Beholder - by Robin Batteau/Mary-Chapin Carpenter (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, October 24th, 2005
9:29 pm	OWL: To Nymphadora Tonks, Auror Division Hermione gnawed on her lower lip again, trying again to think of the name of that boy. The cute little Gryffindor who had attended Harry and Snape's bonding ceremony with Tonks. And, intuition told her, the same one who, for some reason, had been out playing Quidditch with a bunch of grown men and, according to Ron's excited owl, had taken a nasty hit from a bludger near the end of the game. Whoever the boy was, both Harry and Tonks were clearly fond of him; and Hermione felt sure that Tonks would want to know that her little friend was in the infirmary with what might be a serious head injury. Dear Tonks [she wrote]: I hope you've had a good time on your outing to Canterbury, and that your three spellsinger friends and teachers arrived safely. I'm quite excited to meet them. I just wanted to let you know about a mishap that occurred with a friend of yours while you were away. At least, I'm fairly certain it was the same boy that you know from Gryffindor. What is the name of the boy you brought with you to Harry and Professor Snape's bonding ceremony? He seems quite close to Harry, whoever he is. In any case, I thought you should know that this child (I believe it's the same one) had a nasty accident playing quidditch the other day, and is now in the infirmary. I wasn't there to see this, but Ron owled me this very excited account of a pick-up Quidditch match he witnessed while I was in town shopping. It involved Harry, Draco, Professor Snape (if you can imagine him playing Quidditch!), the young boy, and Blaise Zabini (who I thought went back to Italy after graduation for medical studies). And there was this other man Ron mentioned; he thinks it's a nephew or other younger relative of Professor Snape's. Ron said the chap looked a lot like him. Anyway, Ron said it was quite an exciting match--with Draco actually beating out Harry for the Snitch for the first time on record--but just as the game was ending, the little boy was struck right in the head with a bludger and knocked unconscious. Zabini treated him for some of the injuries, and the others rushed him to the infirmary, but I have no idea how he's doing now. Again, I'm just assuming this is actually your young friend who got into this scrape, and not some other Gryffindor that Harry's been coaching. But whoever it is, I thought you should know about it, and perhaps go to check on him when you get back in town. If he's the same boy you know, I'm sure he'd appreciate seeing you. And I, of course, will be looking forward to nailing all of the wedding theatrics we've been discussing previously. All the best to you and your friends, Hermione (the future Mrs. Granger-Weasley!) "Off you go, then", she murmured, releasing the owl. The poor thing had already been out and back five times that day. Current Mood: concerned Current Music: Hildegard von Bingen (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, October 21st, 2005
2:43 pm	OWL: To Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Dear Headmaster: This owl has three parts to it, and two questions. First, Ron Weasley and I are delighted to inform you that we are planning to be married on the evening of November 1. I am nearly overwhelmed at the thought of finally having a date nailed down. I will soon be sending out notices and invitations to our friends and family members informing them of this as well. I am not sure how properly to ask you the two questions I mentioned above. The first is, would you possibly be able to lead and officiate at our ceremony? Our high regard and affection for you is such that you of course were our first choice to perform this role. If for any reason you are not able to take this on, be assured that we would still love to have you attend the ceremony in any case. If, however, you would be able to lead this celebration, please let me know at your earliest convenience. Thank you very much in advance. The second question is, could we have your permission to conduct the ceremony on the castle grounds, outdoors near the lake? This has always been a favorite spot of mine, and I've long dreamed of being married there in a nighttime ceremony. If this is not possible or advisable, I would welcome any advice or ideas you might have for alternate locations. Thank you for your help and attention to this post; I've been quite nervous and excited both about beginning it. I apologise for not sending it out sooner. Please let me know your decisions at your earliest convenience, and I thank you in advance for your advice and assistance. Most sincerely, Hermione J. Granger Current Mood: nervous excitement Current Music: Ripples in the Rockpools - by Rita Connolly (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, October 15th, 2005
11:51 am	OWL: To Harry Potter-Snape Dear Harry: How have you been lately? I'm beginning to lose track of the last time I saw you! We really must start crossing paths more often than alternate bank holidays, if you know what I mean. Do you know, I was making Ron's head spin in a hot bubble bath not long ago (I did not just write that! Did I?!) when he mentioned something about a bit of news you wanted to tell him, and he also commented that perhaps I should be there too when you finally spill the beans. Now, you know I don't care for suspense much; and at the same time, I can barely keep a handle on my curiosity. So, needless to say, I've barely slept a wink since he muttered this in my ear; and all I can think of is running down to your place and yanking on your sleeves until you reveal all! I hope it's not simply to do with Ron's business ideas; I've heard all that before. Anyway, I really would like to hear what it is you've been wanting to tell one or both of us (unless, of course, it's strictly attn: Ron). Would you please stop by my office and bring me up to date, or should I come around to your place, with or without my fiance? Not to worry; the bubbles should be out of his hair by then. In any case, please give me an excuse to be away from my desk one of these days! Best always to yourself and your husband, --Hermione Current Mood: curious Current Music: Chloe Agnew (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, October 2nd, 2005
4:50 pm	The Morning After the Night Before...(Hermione's Office) Oh Gods, did I scare him? The boat part of the procession-and-exit notes seemed to make the dear boy queasy. Hermione leaned back in her office chair and giggled wholeheartedly, remembering the long and pleasant evening with her fiance, even considering how long it had taken to make Ron swap confusion for arousal. With Tonks and two female Aurors for an Honour Guard... Actually, that bit had seemed to make him even more nervous. She laughed louder, remembering the look on his face when they'd talked of that bit over sherry, by the fire in their bathrobes. All right now, back to work... Here was a form post from the Auror Division, an authorisation request for a warranted search of Lestrange Manor. Another stack of post from the same office turned up authorisation requests for archived information kept by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement: specifically, confiscated notes and intercepted owls from apprehended Death-Eaters, requiring signatures of approval from the Minister or Deputy Minister, as well as from the MLE Departmental Head. There was something about seeking information on locations and coordinates for Death-Eater hideouts and safe-houses maintained between 1990 and the present. In the same stack was an urgent memo from the Auror Division Head, Tarrah Sheehy, advising her that urgent confidential bulletins regarding Bellatrix Black Lestrange and her followers were being drafted to owl to Ministries for Magic all over Europe, to the Muggle Prime Minister in London, and, on a need-to-know basis, to Magical Bureaus in the United States and the Muggle U.S. State Department. Sure signs that Bellatrix's trail was going cold, and that Sheehy was being leaned on by higher-ups in Magical Law Enforcement. Not to mention the jumping-up-and-down frustration of a certain pink-haired Senior Auror... An owl Hermione recognised as coming from the Auror Division sailed in from around the other side of the Ministry Wing. She untied the post from its leg and scooped a couple of treats out of a dish for the owl's perusal. Well, speaking of Tonks and company... ( Owl from Tonks: Party Time for Aurors ) Hermione replied on a fresh bit of parchment: ( Reply to Tonks' owl ) Current Mood: merry Current Music: Sweet Sunny North Vol. 1 - various artists (Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 14th, 2005
5:05 pm	Love in England Hath Taken Me (Hermione and Ron's wedding strategies) Hermione felt two things gnawing at her the closer she strode to her fiancé's office: one was an excited adrenaline rush, and the other a worrisome hope that Ron wouldn't be intimidated by her collection of wedding notes stuffed in the attaché folder under her arm. There were tentative lists of guests and participants, ceremonial agendas, sketches of the ceremonial site, a lunar calendar, astrological charts, arithmantic analyses, and an annotated list of preferred ritual incenses, anointing oils and magical flowers appropriate to wedding ceremonies sited in Magical Britain. She'd kept pounding it into her head that she was supposed to plan this thing with Ron as a collaboration; but she couldn't seem to stop herself from staying up nights plotting out multiple scenarios and ritual formats in her head and on parchment, on her own. At the time she'd first gone on leave, she'd been bemoaning the lack of mental stimulation in her life; turning her inner floodlights on the subject of her own wedding, however, had opened floodgates of brainstorming, and it seemed there was no closing them. Not for the first time did it cross her mind that she'd missed her true calling. Ron's Ministry suite entrance door now stood before her. All right, Ronald my darling, let's see what ideas you've come up with once I've dragged you out of your file cabinets, she thought with a wicked sparkle in her eyes. Whatever you might suggest, however, some notions I'm definitely standing my ground on--the outdoor setting, for example. And yes, you are coming with me right now. And no love, I will NOT take a number and wait in the lobby... (TAG RON) Current Mood: quixotic Current Music: Sir Richard's Song (R. Kipling) - by Bob Zentz (12 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, September 12th, 2005
4:12 pm	Catchup Time at Ministry Headquarters... Sift through the post and departmental circulars with an eye for what should be saved and prioritised, and recycle the rest. Ponder the lack of progress I've made in nabbing a new post. Hermione teased a bit of desktop lint from her eyelashes and attacked the tiresome paperwork on her desk, separating it out by department, topic and priority, while trying not to notice the size of some of the stacks. The newsletter with the cover story about Pansy Parkinson being dispatched was still there, along with more mundane scraps about commerce treaties with magical ministries in Korea and Brazil. With each new topic that she studied, the question Could I work in that area next, do you think? popped up in her mind like a jack-in-the-box. "Bollocks!" she fumed aloud at last. After two and a half hours of this, she had so many sparkly new personas assembled in her mind that she half-expected her head to swell up as if hexed. She got up to refill her tea, and stopped when she saw a slender parcel wedged between her teapot in its cosy, and her set of commemorative Gryffindor cups. An official report with St. Mungo's seal on the front. Well. Either the bloke who sat in for me or St. Mungo's owls have an odd way of leaving deliveries. Hermione was surprised to find that the parcel contained the official inquest results for Hogwarts' late head mediwitch, Madame Poppy Pomfrey. This had certainly taken them long enough; she had virtually forgotten that both Dumbledore and the Ministry were still waiting on this report. The cover letter claimed that copies of the report had already been forwarded to Dumbledore's office, as well as the Hogwarts Infirmary specifically. Feeling suddenly bureaucratic again, Hermione magically copied the document and cover letter, and penned her own letter to owl to the Auror Division along with the copies: ( Owl with Attachments to Auror Division, attn.: N. Tonks (Warded for Confidentiality) ) Hermione slipped her owl a fresh treat and then watched her head out the office window toward that of the Aurors' Office. Give the poor creature an easy trip this time, she thought. Between my plans for marriage and a new post, she'll find the workload intolerable very shortly... Current Mood: working Current Music: The Decemberists (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 30th, 2005
4:42 pm	Hermione's Apartments: Taking Notes for Future Reference Books and notes about weddings are piling up on my desk again. Wedding and Handfasting plans with a Classical influence. Variations on the Great Rite and Sacred Marriage, even adaptations of Babylonian and Egyptian versions, for those who want to be especially esoteric. Marriage rites specific to the Himalayan region: some of these plans need to be associated with a specific area or landmark (Himalayan won't work in Scotland, obviously). And then there's the Lithuanian tradition, days' worth of small rituals in precise sequence, in which it takes nearly a week to become officially married. Gods, is there such a profession as "Nuptial Anthropologist" out there? Maybe I should put out a shingle and go into private practice. And then there's what I actually want, and what Ron wants. We don't even have a firm date yet, but I'd like it to be when the weather is still tolerably warm. I'd love to have an outdoor ceremony like Draco and Neville had, only a little more elaborate, maybe. Here at the castle, if Ron's agreeable to that. With music of some sort. At night. But not at the full moon, because then Remus couldn't come, and it would be horrible to leave him out. My leave time is almost over. Where is Ron? I think I'm going to have to gather up these notes and barge into the middle of his office unannounced. Imagine the look on his face when I firecall from my office when he's in the middle of some bloody meeting. Maybe I can even martial his Mum to come up and join me. Sounds right ludicrous on the face of it, but you know what they say about desperate times! Current Mood: mischievous Current Music: Duckmandu (Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 23rd, 2005
4:32 pm	A short sneak into the Deputy's Office... Wanted: Ministry post suitable for Hogwarts-educated witch who works best with ideas. I can see the advert now. Hermione brought down the wards on her office door and strode through it, figuring she could at least spare the time to look over the few bulletins that had come out since she'd been on leave. Minerva had told her not to come in except in emergencies, not to read books or papers and all that; but surely the Minister hadn't literally meant for Hermione to insulate herself quite to that degree for a fortnight. Not unless Hermione was intended to go utterly bonkers by the full moon, which was probably not what Minerva had had in mind. ( Seeking a career change, and finding an interesting headline... ) Current Mood: restless Current Music: Nada Surf (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, August 15th, 2005
4:38 pm	OWL: To Ron Weasley (Warded for Privacy) ( Summoning the man of my heart... ) Current Mood: hopeful Current Music: My Prevailing Heart (P. Paget) - by Gord Lowe (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, August 14th, 2005
4:02 pm	Currently on Leave...and Now What?! I woke up depressed and frustrated this morning, and a little bit numb besides. I wanted this leave time quite badly, but now it's making me feel guilty. I'm starting to feel like a quitter, and quitting anything is practically a deadly sin in my personal code of conduct. Growing up, I had myself convinced that quitting or giving up anything (even if it was driving me crazy or making me miserable) was just a notch or two above failure; and failing at something would be absolutely the end of the world for me. Just before waking, I heard a voice in my very vague dream state yelling, YOU CAN'T GIVE UP YOUR JOB!! Not surprisingly, the voice sounded just like mine. But there's another side of my brain, the one that sometimes rebels against Miss Hermione Granger, the ruthless taskmistress. The side that really wants me to be myself for a change, and to hell with what the rest of the world thinks of me. I'm a scholar and a researcher, damn it, not a bloody bureaucrat! My whole life has been about learning--practically, just learning for learning's sake. But if I give up the post I have now, not only will I feel like a quitter; the next question is, what other job can I get? In particular, what other job can I get that won't require me to relocate, and separate myself from the man I love, my friends, and everything familiar? I need to swallow this bloody pride and ask for advice, to get other opinions and fresh perspectives. Between my lover, my friends, and older and wiser colleagues, surely this predicament will get ironed out one way or another. It's got to. Current Mood: frustrated (Comment on this)
Sunday, July 31st, 2005
2:20 pm	Hermione discusses her options with McGonagall Hermione stared at the door and took several deep breaths before knocking softly. She hated doing this, but she knew it was for the best, even if her absence would distress her former professor and good friend and leave her without a trained assistant for a bit. She knew, however, with the relentless sort of ruthlessness that she sometimes employed when it became necessary, that she needed this desperately. She and Ron hadn't been talking very much, but it was no longer because they were at odds. They were simply too busy. ( Look behind the cut for Hermione's conversation with McGonagall. ) Current Mood: accomplished Current Music: Raga on sarod by Ali Akhbar Khan (Comment on this)
Sunday, July 24th, 2005
11:31 pm	private thoughts Ever since my talk with Ron, I've noticed some things about myself and about the people around me which should have been quite obvious to me months ago. The observations were made all the more obvious when I witnessed the binding rituals of Harry and Severus, as well as Draco and Neville. I don't think I've actually sat down and had any time to truly do things I've wanted to do. Oh, it's true that I've wanted to help others and see to it that creatures in the Wizarding World are given equal rights and fair wages, but I've never gotten the chance to just sit and read a book purely for fun. I don't remember the last time I simply looked up something just to look it up, and not because someone's life depended on it. I definitely think it's time for me to just take a very long vacation. Maybe Ron and I can just go somewhere and be together. Walking along a beach in the evening seems wonderful. Falling asleep in his arms would be nice too. It's been so long since we've actually done anything like that. I really should see if I can't get some time off. Either that, or I think I need to seriously consider finding another job. This one is clearly becoming too stressful, and despite my previous denials, I think I may be a bit too young to be the Deputy Minister. I wouldn't mind heading up a research department, or spending my day writing grants, but this... well, it's just too much. Besides, if I really want my life to mean something, I need to have more time to just be, as my father once said. Yes! I think I'll talk to Minerva about it right now. Current Mood: determined (Comment on this)
Saturday, June 11th, 2005
9:37 pm	Doubts Ron... No, that sounded a bit too familiar after all they'd been through. Hermione set her quill back down so she wouldn't tap it against her chin, as was her habit. She picked it up again and took a deep breath before trying again. Dear Ron, I've missed you... No, that wouldn't work either. She snorted at her own nervousness. Ron would probably tease her for it, and remind her that she was too smart to let something as silly as a letter stump her. Dear Ron, Things aren't the same between us... No! no, that was too damned obvious. Harry would say she was being padantic, and he'd be right. Dear Ron, We've known each other since we were 11 years old. We were free to act like idiots when we were younger, but the recent near death of Harry has made me think of how precious life really is, and how short a time we have here on earth.I've decided that we need to talk. I know we've done this before, but I really want to just listen, while you talk. I think that's what we actually need. Harry once accused me of not really listening, and making it harder for people to talk to me about things, so I'm giving you the chance to do just that. I really don't care what you say, as long as it has to do with us, and our problems. You start, and I'll just follow your lead. How does that sound? If you're okay with this, reply to this owl with a time and place to meet. Be prepared to spend as much time for this as we're going to need, because I'm not prepared to let you go, Ronald Weasley! Love with all my heart, Hermione Current Mood: relieved Current Music: quill on parchment (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 8th, 2005
5:10 pm	private thought Getting all of the research together for the Bonding Ceremony for Neville and Draco makes me think of the fact that my own life appears to have stalled. With all of the excitement in the past little while culminating in the Bonding of Severus and Harry i seem to have forgotten that once i had plans for y life and a person to make those plans with. My surface appearance may remain that of unruffled bureaucrat but underneath I do miss him. Was it so wrong to accept friendship from Draco? i didn't think so and still don't. He has become a good friend and he makes Neville so happy. Is it so wrong to make a friend out of someone who never should have been an enemy to start with? Oh,Ron, I wish I knew how to fix this. I really do. (Comment on this)
Saturday, May 7th, 2005
10:48 pm	The Reconciliation between Draco and Ron Hermione bit her lip and tore her eyes away from the window for the third time in less than twenty minutes. She couldn't concentrate on anything, because she kept going back to her lunch date with Draco. He was... well, he was very good looking, and she couldn't suppress the small twinge of jealousy she felt for Neville. He was indeed a lucky man, and she hoped he knew it. Forcing her mind back to the reports which littered her desk, she started to read again. Half way through the second page of the top report, she realized that she'd read the same line three times and didn't understand what it said. She gritted her teeth and threw down the report and thought of the other problem which had been plaguing her mind ever since her lunch with Draco. That problem, simply put, was Ron. She desperately wanted to see the two of them reconciled before the wedding, and Draco had given every indication that he did, as well, but Ron... Well, he'd be stubborn about it, she was sure. Hermione decided that she would have to take matters into her own hands. She'd tried to let them work it out themselves, or ignore each other if that was what made them happy, but now... now she could not allow their fude to continue any longer. She picked up a quill and piece of parchment and began to write. ( Owl to Ron Weasley ) After writing the owl, she bit her lip and wrote a more candid missive to Draco. ( Owl to Draco ) Feeling much better, Hermione bent again over her desk and the many reports which awaited her attention. She found it much easier to concentrate now, and that made her smile. She didn't think about the showdown that would take place here soon enough. She couldn't allow herself to think on that right now. If she did, her stomach would start to cramp, and her day would not be a pleasant one. Current Mood: anxious (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, May 5th, 2005
12:46 am	Hermione and Draco have lunch Hermione hurried up the street; she was late, and that irritated her. Draco and she were already on rather shaky ground thanks to her rather idiotic mistake, but she was determined to put it behind her and concentrate on the present. If she did that, perhaps he would be just a little less snarky around her. Being late to their lunch date would not make this process any easier, though. ( Read more... ) Current Mood: happy (Comment on this)
Sunday, May 1st, 2005
3:45 pm	Private musings of a tired mind Just when I think my life is not really worth the living, something, or someone comes along to change my mind and make the next steps along life's path a bit easier. Ron has been my support, my rock and my steadying staff for years. Most people don't see that in him when they look at Ron, but it's the truth. He's not serious about much of anything, but that's exactly what I need. My father used to say that I needed to laugh more and read less. Before he was brutally murdered by the Death Eaters, he laughed a lot, and sometimes, Mother and I would just sigh in exasperation. Now, though, I think I understand a little what he meant. I was considering quitting my job and running away from all this, but Harry needs me, and so does Ron. He really wants to talk to me, and I know we need to talk. Still, it wasn't going to be enough to hold me, until I got the owl from Draco this morning. Apparently, he and Neville are going to be bonded, and that did what Ron's protests and Harry's recent troubles could not do. I'm not sure why it worked out that way, but it did, and I have no intention of forgetting it. I need to do the research. Ron and I were going to be using the newer forms, so I didn't really take as much time to look up the older forms of a wizarding wedding, but I'm glad to have such a wonderful reason to do so now. The only other worry I have now is my job. I really need to sit back and think about whether or not I'm truly capable of continuing in this post. Minerva thinks I am, but that's because she needs someone she is used to and she doesn't want to take the time to train a new replacement. I can't blaime her there, but recent events have me wondering if someone else might not be better suited for this position. I know Ron thinks I've been letting that horrid reporter's words get to me, but it's more than that. I really need to sit down and have a very long conversation with him and settle things in both our minds about a number of things though. Ah well, must get back to work now. I need to find some of the most highly trained Aurors I can find to help track down the horrible people who hurt Harry, and possibly Bill as well, and sitting here wallowing in doubt certainly won't get that done. Current Mood: tired (Comment on this)
Saturday, April 2nd, 2005
5:50 pm	Owl to Harry Potter Harry! I've heard that you're at Mungo's. I was so worried about you! Minerva confided that you'd been kidnapped, but I haven't had any other details. Are you all right? Oh dear... That's such a stupid question! Of course you're probably not all right. I imagine you're very rattled and angry. I just hope your physical recovery is going well. Ron and I knew that Professor Snape was with you. Um... Harry, how are things between the two of you? I've been meaning to ask you this for ages! The three of us need to get together and have dinner this week, I mean it, I'll not take no for an answer! We haven't gotten to be together for almost a year now, do you realize that? I really miss you. Really though, is... are you and he... Oh, I don't know how to ask this. Just... please come to dinner so we can talk. I'll be here all week. I have so many things I want to say to you, and I have so many things I want to ask as well. You don't have to answer any of my questions, but know that I care for you, and hope to see you very soon. Love, Hermione. Current Mood: hopeful (1 Comment |Comment on this)