Most of him knows that's preposterous, and that there are few things in the world more resilient than they are, but there's always that little nub. Which is, incidentally, the reason why Hermione is in his house, sipping jasmine tea in the middle of the night. There are certain things he can only speak to her about. Ron is about laughter and the light and stupid pranks and boyhood, that thing he never truly had but wishes he did. Hermione is something different. Hermione is the silences, the words he doesn't have to say, the quiet he has long since had engraved into his bones. Hermione is about the quiet, serious calm. The two of them—they're perfect halves of him, he thinks sometimes. But tonight he needs her.

WELL OF COURSE I LOVE THIS THO.
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