i. The first time their souls recognized each other was during the Renaissance. He was a magnificent scholar. Tom stepped into the bookstore she worked at and was captivated. Their days consisted of his political rants and books; so many books. He wrote thousands of songs and poetry dedicated to her. They spent many years together, eventually married. Hermione never had children, but they traveled the world and saw everything man had to offer at the time. It had been so marvelous.
ii. The second time was far less picturesque. It was 1964 and she was a passionate black woman; he an intelligent, intolerable racist. He had called her a nigger and stuck his nose up to her. She had punched him in the nose. They kept running into each other at protests and rallies, getting into heated arguments. One time he had gotten splattered with tear gas and she pulled his slouched body fives miles to her house and cleaned his eyes with a wet towel. Little changed. They had children this time, just not with each other.
iii. World War ll had just begun and she had enlisted as a nurse. After a tense battle where her commanding officer saw her accuracy with a sniper, she was promoted. She was based outside Belgium after they had taken Normandy, looking through the scope. Her team member, Tom, didnât like her. He thought she had too little resolve to be a sniper. That was, until she stopped him from stepping on a mine. Obviously, their relationship grew with the continued vitality of trusting your partner, and the fact there wasnât much to do but each other. They were eating during a break after a scouting mission and he was entertaining the fantasy of marrying her. He didnât notice the grenade until it was too late.Â
iv. Greece had been their home once, too. She was the daughter of a Verdict on the council in Athens. Tom was poor. Poorer than poor, but he was brilliant and was taken on as an apprentice by her father. Tom had a way with words, weaving them together like smoke encompassed fire. Being bored with her lifestyle, she was intrigued. A handful of passionate kisses and desperate touches in the light of a torch had her mystified. She found his hunger amusing. He found her amusement arousing. They kissed, they fucked, they loved. As he rose to power, his arrogance got the better of him and he got on one manâs bad side. He returned home one day to find his beautiful wifeâs throat slit open.
v. Her favorite time was when they lived in England. They had met at a ball between curious glances and secret smiles. She had bet her cousin she could get him to walk over in less than five minutes. As always, she had been right. They met on many occasions. He was the benefactor of a wealthy fortune and she was a female of high status. It had been so easy. He wrote her poetry and had proposed in her favorite garden; he constructed a university for both genders in her honor. They had four children, all named after constellations, and he loved them. He was knighted. There were issues surrounding how much he worked. Many times she felt neglected and annoyed, but he would always relent when she affronted him on the matter. They went to theatre, they had mind-blowing sex in public places, and they once had dinner with William Shakespeare. Tom was the first to say âI love youâ.Â
vi. The final time their souls recognized each other was across a battlefield. He was trying to kill Harry Potter and she was trying to kill him. It wasnât a love story this time.
vii. His favorite time is when he finally gets to spend forever with her. They went through all the lives they had to go through. Now they could be together with no difficulties; no obstacles. He stood, looking out over the beautiful horizon. He just had to wait for her here. She wasnât long behind him. In the midst of a sunrise, he felt her presence. Turning, his heart thumped wildly as he spotted her. Chaotic curls and an inquiry on her lips: thatâs how he loved her. There was so much he wanted to say. Iâm sorry, forgive me, I didnât know. Hermione decided a kiss would suffice. She was home.
origamiaround
kianamaiart
stormborns
areudirty
