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This is too god damn real now it hurts.
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AZRA TABASSUM (or @5000letters)
from My Heart is Full of Open Windows;
original photos and edit
This is too god damn real now it hurts.

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Harry- itâs Hermione!
Oh my god Iâm back.
Well, not âbackâ back. Just had some downtime from all the chaos being an adult has to offer.
Why did we want to grow up again? Itâs a scam.
Bye again.

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Skies after the rain makes the prettiest colors. đ âââââââ I wasn't really aware that it's Mental Health Awareness Day today until I saw posts from my friends about it. I will not go into much detail with my struggles with anxiety and depression but one thing I'd like everyone to know is that FIGHTING IS WORTH IT. I was so close to giving up about a year ago but with a huge help from my family and friends, I didn't. And I am so glad and grateful because what I have now, I wouldn't miss it for the world. I still struggle sometimes, I still have my bad days, I still have bad thoughts about myself. But it's okay. IT'S OKAY NOT TO BE OKAY. Keep on fighting. Your story is not over yet. #mentalhealthawareness #itsokaynottobeokay #fightthestigma #worldmentalhealthday (at Makati) https://www.instagram.com/p/BowAnjtguGq/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=14db851uyxhn6
I never once felt any chemistry between Hermione and Ron. Harry and Hermione on the other hand had chemistry all the time. There were so many times I wanted them to kiss, you could just feel the tension. In my mind they end up together. I will never get over that lol
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Bitch, I need this right now. My electricity, phone and water bill are due and I donât get paid until next week.
Hermione: My boyfriend is too tall for me to kiss him on the lips. What should I do?
Ginny: Punch him in the stomach, then, when he doubles over in pain, kiss him.
Ron: Tackle him.
Blaise: Dump him.
Draco: Kick him in the shin.
Harry: NO TO ALL OF THOSE! JUST ASK ME TO LEAN DOWN!

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âwhen itâs meant to beâŚitâs destiny calling.â
may the universe be softer and kinder to us this september
Do you love me?
Too much.
Insp.

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Still Here
Despite their closeness and their brother sister relationship, Harry and Hermione never said I love you to each other. Ever.
âStill here?â one would ask.
âStill here.â The other would reply.
Christmas cards, Birthday cards, Letter and alike, were always signed âStill here,â Drunken nights and celebrations were always ended with loud cries of âStill here!â
When someone once asked Ginny and Ron about it they explained :
The night after Ron had left them, Harry had woke and called out âStill here?â
He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Hermioneâs sleepy voice call back âStill here.â
Every time one would leave and return, every time they would go to sleep, every time they would wake. They asked âStill here?â and felt their nerves calm when they got âStill here,â replied back.
When they had survived that night in Godricâs Hollow, and collapsed in a heap in their tent, Hermione had asked âStill here?â Panting for his breath Harry replied âStill here.â
The moment Harry held Hermione in his arms as she cried from the torture she had received at Bellatrixâs hand, she whispered against his chest âStill here.â The tears calmed when he whispered in to her hair âStill here.â
And the night of the final battle, when Hogwarts was in ruins and Hermione searched Harry for any reason to believe that he wasnât standing before her, he placed his hands on her shoulders and said âStill here,â with a shaky breath and the ghost of a smile she replied âStill here.â
So as the years passed and the memories of the war were no longer fresh, and things settled down into a normal routine, one thing never change âStill here,â was what got them through the hardest part of their journey, and it would be what got them through the rest.
Our Little Secret
Time stopped.
They had been dancing, laughing, having fun.
Hermione pulled away from him, just for a second. No more than a blink of an eye.
He was staring right back at her. There was something new in the bright green eyes of one of her best friends. A hunger, a curiosity, something more.
One heartbeat. Two.
His gaze searched hers looking for something. Something that would tell him what to do. He found it. Hermioneâs breath caught at the sudden confidence in his eyes. The sureness with which he looked at her, the rightness of it. He leaned down, and their lips touched.
It was⌠everything. Hermione stopped breathing, stopped moving, stopped living in the brief second their lips touched. His were chapped from too many days out in the wild, but tender as he pressed them against her own. It was only a second, a breath, a hint of what could be⌠Hermione felt a small tingle, a shock that seemed to jump from Harryâs lips to her own. One that raced through her blood, making her inhale sharply through her nose. Harry pulled back, his eyes full of wonder. Hermione was sure her face mirrored his in that moment. He felt it too, she thought. He felt it too. Â
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Time stopped.
Harry couldnât believe he was holding a laughing, dancing, Hermine in his arms.
She pulled away from him, and Harry looked down at her, instantly falling into her eyes. She was looking at him, pupils blown wide. Funny, he thought I never noticed how long her lashes were.
He could feel it growing inside him. The need, the want, the hunger to feel her pressed against him. She was thinner than Harry had ever seen her; her already wild hair was completely untamed from weeks of Scourgify and brief dips in streams. Harry doubted he looked much better.
One heartbeat. TwoâŚ
Harry searched her gaze, hoping, praying to Merlin, she felt something too. Just the barest hint of this. Of them. Her pink lips parted, her eyes wide and trusting. Harry bent down. Their lips touched and he marveled at her softness, the gentleness with which she let him kiss her. Thatâs when it happened, a small shock- like static on a winterâs day. It passed his lightly parted lips and made its way down his throat. It was hot and made his blood race. He pulled back to see her beautiful brown eyes staring at him full of wonder and hopeâŚ. She felt it too. He thought, she felt it too.
Harry wasted no time in dipping his head back down, pulling her close as he pressed his lips against hers.
Hermione tangled her hands in his hair, pulling him closer, as if she couldnât get enough.
Harryâs hands were on her back, a slight pressure, and she found herself pulled tight against him. He wasnât much taller than her, but Hermione thrilled a little as she was pulled to her tip-toes, their lips never once breaking contact. His hands moved lower, cupping her arse, then her upper thighs. A slight bend at the knees and a little jump found Hermione in his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist as if they belonged there. Harry could feel her ankles locked in the small of his back and let out a little moan at the image that feeling brought to mind.
Hermione took advantage of that moan and swept her tongue into his mouth. They each groaned at the contact. It wasnât long before his tongue and hers were tangled together, a parody of what they were moving very quickly toward. Harry took one step, then another, excided by how easy it was to carry Hermione. She was perfect, perfect for ME. He thought possessively. Another step and he was lowering her onto the bottom mattress of their shared bunk-bed.
Hermione had the fleeting thought that they were moving too fast. But kissing Harry was quickly becoming addicting. He felt like fire -a small sun bursting to life in her chest- and if she stopped kissing him, it would collapse into a black hole. One she would never return from.
Hermione wasnât sure she was willing to take that chance. So when Harry pushed his hips against hers, Hermione pushed right back. His hands were on either side of her head, caging her in. Hermione had never felt so small and protected in her life. She shivered and slipped her hands around to clutch his back.
Harry broke contact then. His lips parted from hers and Hermione instantly felt bereft. One of his hands moved to tangle in her brown curls -pulling her head back- as he began to kiss the soft skin on the column of her neck.
Hermione moanedâŚ. âOh, HarryâŚâ
It was as if saying his name aloud broke whatever spell they had been under. Harryâs lips left her neck, and Hermione felt her fingers relax their hold before falling softly back onto the mattress. Harry took one look at her disheveled hair, the way she wouldnât quite meet his eyes, the mark he had left on her neck; and scrambled off of her. Hermione sat up and hugged her knees to her chest.
âUm⌠that⌠I-â Harry ran a slightly trembling hand through his hair. He didnât want to say it was a mistake. It hadnât felt like a mistake. It had felt right, like a missing piece had fallen into place. He looked over at her. Maybe I just miss Ginny. Harry thought to himself. It had been so long since he had seen her, since heâd held the fiery redhead in his arms. That must be it. The excuse was there on his lips, ready to spill over, when Hermione looked up at him.
Her eyes were glossy, as if she were already holding back tears, but they were steady on his. He just missed Ginny⌠But that wasnât it. Because he hadnât been thinking of Ginny, he had been thinking of her. Of Hermione. The one who had been with him through it all, who still hadnât given up on himâŚ.
He opened his mouth again.
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Hermione had been right.
That bright, warm sun in her chest had quickly burnt out and was currently swirling, black and empty, in her chest. And it hurt. Good Godric did it hurt. Hermione bit her lip to keep from crying. She wouldnât do that to him.
Logically, she knew why this had happened. It didnât make it hurt any less. She watched as Harry fretted, surely thinking of ways to let her down easy. She couldnât do it. Couldnât hear the letdown, no matter how gentle he phrased it.
Hermione looked back at her knees, and took deep breaths. She could do this. She loved Ron anyways. Right? Right? She searched her soul for the answer. When she found it, Hermione wasnât sure if she should laugh or cry. Brightest witch of her age and she had missed what was right in front of her.
It was too late now. He was in love with Ginny, and Hermione wouldnât stand in the way of that.
She looked up at him, their eyes met. Harry opened his mouth, but Hermione beat him too it, unwilling to hear it. âItâs okay Harry. We,â she licked her lips. âWe shouldnât- canât- do this. Itâs⌠this happened because weâre out here alone, in the middle of nowhere. If- If weâd had other company, this never would have happened. Our emotions were getting away from us. Itâs normal for hormones to react this way.â She nodded at the wisdom of her own words, ignoring the growing look of confusion on Harryâs face.
Hermione took a deep breath and scooted closer to him. Just close enough to put her hand on his shoulder. âI donât blame you Harry. I wanted it just as badly as you did, but itâs done. We donât have to tell anyone. It can be our little secret.â She moved away until her back was pressed against the tent wall.
Harry sat stiffly on the bed, not entirely sure what had just happened. He had been preparing to tell her he wanted to see where things could go. To see if they could become something⌠well something more than friends. He had been so sure she felt the same as him, yet here she was, letting him down. Giving him excuses so he could back out without feeling badâŚ.
Harry blinked, then grinned. His grin turned to a chuckle. He shook his head at Hermioneâs willingness to just let this pass because she thought he didnât really want her. It might have worked too, if he hadnât known her so well.
Hermione looked up at the sound of Harryâs soft laugh. She squeaked when he reached over and pulled her into his lap. She was cradled into his chest, his mouth against her hair. Even muffled by the curls, she heard him though. âYouâre over thinking things again.â
Hermione moved to protest, but he gave her a quick squeeze, and kept speaking. âI wanted to kiss you, silly woman. Look me in the eye and tell me that didnât feel right? Tell me you didnât feel anything more than âhorny and alone in the woods.ââ He challenged her.
Hermione tilted her head and looked up at him. While his grin was smug, his eyes were sincere. She let out a small relieved huff. The warmth in her chest roared back to life and quickly spread through her limbs, warming every part of her. âAlright, youâre right this time I suppose.â Hermione felt herself smirk as the smug grin turned into a smile at her words. âIt was more than horny and alone in the woods.â
Harry let out a short laugh and nipped her lip. âI donât want this to be our little secret.â He told her, and pulled her back down on the small bed, still held tight in his arms.
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