Bloody hell. Bloody sodding hell.

I drag my feet slowly up the dirt road from High Street, trudging up to the cottage in the middle of the morning. At least I had the sense to take off my Auror robes so people wouldn't think I was on duty and ask for help or anything. Then I'd really have to explain why I couldn't possibly help them.

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For days now, I've been talking to myself about it. How I'm not going to let myself be nervous. That pretty much everyone there at the wedding will be someone who knows and cares about us and should therefore want everything to go well. That everything will go well because, after all, Hermione's in charge and Merlin knows she's one brilliant ( Read more... )

I can’t sleep - second night in a row. I’ve tossed and turned for hours now and I just can’t. I’m in my own ruddy bed, which feels so cold and unfriendly and uncomfortable compared to being next to Hermione. Three perfect nights and three amazing days were all Hermione and I had before tragedy stuck Hermione’s family and pulled us apart again. I ( Read more... )