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Title: This Is The Way . . .: This is the Way . . .
Rating: G
Pairing: H/Hr
Genre: Romance
Warnings: Um, don't ask 'cause I don't know where this came from either.
Summary: Harry tells Hermione he loves her. Drabble
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but with a whimper.
~ The Hollow Men by TS Eliot
Harry rushed up to the door of Hermione’s flat and knocked furiously on the wood until she opened the door a minute later with a harried and harassed air. “Yes? What? Has someone died?” she asked in rapid fire succession.
“No. I just wanted to tell you . . .”
Hermione leaned against the door jamb, her hand still on the inside knob with a curious expression. “Yes?”
“I love you.”
Hermione’s eyebrows soared into her hairline. “Oh.”
“Yes. And I felt I had to tell you now.”
“Oh.”
“D’you . . . d’you love - me?”
“Of course. Always have.”
“Can I hear it?”
“I love you.”
“And just for clarification, I mean that I love you like I want to jump your brains and have your babies, type love.”
“Yes.”
“Ah. Good. Well then. I’ve got a match with Ron so; I’ll talk to you later?”
“Of course.”
Harry smiled bashfully and turned, walking down her stoop with a decidedly bouncy spring to his step.
Hermione closed the door to her flat and returned to the book she’d been reading with a grin on her face that not even Nietzsche could wipe.
Should I post this on Portkey or FFN?
Rating: G
Pairing: H/Hr
Genre: Romance
Warnings: Um, don't ask 'cause I don't know where this came from either.
Summary: Harry tells Hermione he loves her. Drabble
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but with a whimper.
~ The Hollow Men by TS Eliot
Harry rushed up to the door of Hermione’s flat and knocked furiously on the wood until she opened the door a minute later with a harried and harassed air. “Yes? What? Has someone died?” she asked in rapid fire succession.
“No. I just wanted to tell you . . .”
Hermione leaned against the door jamb, her hand still on the inside knob with a curious expression. “Yes?”
“I love you.”
Hermione’s eyebrows soared into her hairline. “Oh.”
“Yes. And I felt I had to tell you now.”
“Oh.”
“D’you . . . d’you love - me?”
“Of course. Always have.”
“Can I hear it?”
“I love you.”
“And just for clarification, I mean that I love you like I want to jump your brains and have your babies, type love.”
“Yes.”
“Ah. Good. Well then. I’ve got a match with Ron so; I’ll talk to you later?”
“Of course.”
Harry smiled bashfully and turned, walking down her stoop with a decidedly bouncy spring to his step.
Hermione closed the door to her flat and returned to the book she’d been reading with a grin on her face that not even Nietzsche could wipe.
Should I post this on Portkey or FFN?