( it's almost like a bright red exclamation mark shows up over his head as he hears the call of his name — he knows it's hermione long before he sees her, from the cadence of her voice, or the way her shoes strike the ground on every step. he only has enough time to stand himself upright before he's effectively catching one tiny, brilliant witch in his arms and holding her tight, taking in a sharp breath of her hair to convince a rather paranoid mind that it is her, here, vibrant and smart as ever.
and always right. he has an affection towards her berating, as a boy who was only ever scolded for reasons out of his control — it'd oddly nice, to have a scolding from someone who loves you. on the pull away from the hug, harry can't resist but to grab her close again for a shorter, firmer one, before pulling back to give her a generous once over. )
You've no idea how happy I am to see you, Hermione.
( or maybe she does. still, he smiles at her in a charmingly crooked and broken way, dusting off some ash he left on her shoulder from his charcoaled fingertips. )
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and always right. he has an affection towards her berating, as a boy who was only ever scolded for reasons out of his control — it'd oddly nice, to have a scolding from someone who loves you. on the pull away from the hug, harry can't resist but to grab her close again for a shorter, firmer one, before pulling back to give her a generous once over. )
You've no idea how happy I am to see you, Hermione.
( or maybe she does. still, he smiles at her in a charmingly crooked and broken way, dusting off some ash he left on her shoulder from his charcoaled fingertips. )
Are you alright?