#CHECKLIST TO DEEP CLEAN MY HERMIONE FULL#

This had to be the fourth time this week he'd enchanted the thing to play against him, making up for the lack of an opponent. Ron looked up only momentarily from his recently begun game of Gobstones to regard her, almost with resignation.

“I’m off to the library,” she said finally, removing herself from her reverie. Not by inquiring either, she just … knew. He still foolishly considered himself unworthy of love, Hermione knew. And from the looks of things, her request had been, if not a bit hesitantly, granted. She’d proclaimed rather readily while they were all gathered within the hospital wing immediately following the attack that she’d desired more than Lupin’s friendship. Lupin sat nearby, his hand enfolded within Nymphadora Tonks’, a fellow Auror and young metaphorphmagus witch a handful of years her senior. While she had accepted the comfort of Ron that tragic day forever etched now within her mind, she couldn’t have helped but notice how she wasn’t the only one. And so very alone for just as many, it had seemed.

#CHECKLIST TO DEEP CLEAN MY HERMIONE FULL#

She smirked a bit to herself then, recollecting the moment she’d first set eyes upon his disheveled old briefcase upon which was engraved with his full set of initials. In a time where it seemed nobody was anymore, she thought to herself rather ironically.Įven one of the most lonely of them all, her former Hogwarts professor, accomplished Auror and veteran of the Order of the Phoenix, Remus J. Though she knew it wasn’t truly fair, shutting him out like that, she’d found that she’d just wanted to be alone. He instead shrugged and returned to the armchair at the other side of the room. “I’m just … watching the rain,” she added finally, as if there were nothing else to say. Not that it could ever be the same now, but everything was indeed changing. Instead, it seemed more of the old world was gone than she had ever expected. As if she’d wished that he would probe, at the very least, notice that she wasn’t holding up as well as she led on. She nodded as if it were more than a simple statement. He pat her gently upon the shoulder she quietly returned the gesture by placing her hand atop his.

She turned slowly to the soft whisper at her ear. Rain now beat delicately against the window to the Gryffindor common room, and Hermione was a bit too out-of-sorts to realise quite how long she’d been staring aimlessly out of it. After all, a beautiful day was the last thing one would expect to see that autumn turn. The beautiful summer weather concluding their sixth year at Hogwarts clearly wasn’t meant to last, and perhaps that was for the best.

But that'll be fixed.įor now, raw and unedited, and without further adieu, my first post-HBP fanworks. I fear it seems to be taking place, erm, during a bit of both. My brain kept getting addled between the end of summer and the start of fall. Still, there's a bit of continuity to clean up, I think. And isn't too shabby for being tossed together after a long day at work on an old laptop. It's far from complete, but I feel it has a good start. Jeezy creezy, I haven't written in what, five months now is it? Somehow, I was just moved by the final chapters of HBP.

Checklist to deep clean my hermione