He's never been one to shy away from physical affection, but he's got a decade of catching up to do. Harry doesn't like to think of all the missed opportunities and abuse in his life before Hogwarts- it's too much to unpack and a burden on his mind where one isn't needed. He's built a life for himself and has the best friends he could ever hope for as well as a family he is pleased to call his own. Honorary Weasley is still a Weasley.
Tipping his head back to rest on her, he does consider what she says, and as she speaks he can't help but think what he'd said sounded a bit dramatic. He's coming across all wrong and doesn't mean to sound stroppy about it or 'woe is me'. "It wasn't just me, 'Mione. It was everybody who stood up because they decided it was enough. I didn't have a choice, they did. And they chose to do things differently."
It's good to know that things at Hogwarts are different, more unified now that the dust has settled and normalcy can be challenged. He knows it wasn't all him, it was everybody and they don't give themselves enough credit for their bravery. "I think I want to be to students what Professor Lupin was to me."
The admission from him fills her chest and makes it expand with something - he is all at once so bright and hopeful and stunning that it's almost hurts to look at him - and tears gather at the corners of her eyes.
"Yes - yes, you should," she croaks out, leaning over him to press a kiss to his forehead, close to the hairline - close to the scar. "It might be the wine and the partial grading exhaustion speaking, but I am so proud of you I could kiss you, Harry Potter."
Professor Lupin had been the reason he'd gotten through that school year, and his connection with Harry's parents had helped make him feel like he wasn't quite so alone in the world. As if a part of them were present and he didn't have to grasp at stories of what they'd been like. There was such an easy-going warmth and something so endearing about chocolate being his solution to most problems.
He doesn't mean for her to get emotional. She's probably right, it's got to be the wine talking, but he's feeling sentimental and reflective. Something so simple as writing a resumé, his deeds and accomplishments- his life- on paper gets him to start analyzing everything in a way being an auror had never brought out. Silently, he wonders about that point, too.
"You're the one that got me thinking about it!" Her lips press to his forehead and that warmth in his chest tightens. He doesn't know what he'd do without her in his life. "Sometimes I wonder what would have happened without you around. Ron and I'd have definitely been killed by something, for sure."
Too late, she's gotten emotional already. And it will simply have to continue happening! Because he's making bold assumptions that don't match with Hermione's (drunk, melodramatic) memory.
"I would've died, Harry," she points out, calmly. "Troll in the dungeons, remember?"
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Tipping his head back to rest on her, he does consider what she says, and as she speaks he can't help but think what he'd said sounded a bit dramatic. He's coming across all wrong and doesn't mean to sound stroppy about it or 'woe is me'. "It wasn't just me, 'Mione. It was everybody who stood up because they decided it was enough. I didn't have a choice, they did. And they chose to do things differently."
It's good to know that things at Hogwarts are different, more unified now that the dust has settled and normalcy can be challenged. He knows it wasn't all him, it was everybody and they don't give themselves enough credit for their bravery. "I think I want to be to students what Professor Lupin was to me."
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"Yes - yes, you should," she croaks out, leaning over him to press a kiss to his forehead, close to the hairline - close to the scar. "It might be the wine and the partial grading exhaustion speaking, but I am so proud of you I could kiss you, Harry Potter."
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He doesn't mean for her to get emotional. She's probably right, it's got to be the wine talking, but he's feeling sentimental and reflective. Something so simple as writing a resumé, his deeds and accomplishments- his life- on paper gets him to start analyzing everything in a way being an auror had never brought out. Silently, he wonders about that point, too.
"You're the one that got me thinking about it!" Her lips press to his forehead and that warmth in his chest tightens. He doesn't know what he'd do without her in his life. "Sometimes I wonder what would have happened without you around. Ron and I'd have definitely been killed by something, for sure."
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"I would've died, Harry," she points out, calmly. "Troll in the dungeons, remember?"