My Missing piece (Harmione)

6.

"Wʜʏ, Tʜᴇɴ, Sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ Wᴇ Eᴠᴇʀ Sɪɴᴋ Oᴠᴇʀᴡʜᴇʟᴍᴇᴅ Wɪᴛʜ Dɪsᴛʀᴇss, Wʜᴇɴ Lɪғᴇ Is Sᴏ Sᴏᴏɴ Oᴠᴇʀ, Aɴᴅ Dᴇᴀᴛʜ Is Sᴏ Cᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ Aɴ Eɴᴛʀᴀɴᴄᴇ Tᴏ Hᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇss."
𝐽𝑎𝑛𝑒 𝐸𝑦𝑟𝑒
ᶜʰᵃʳˡᵒᵗᵗᵉ ᵇʳᵒⁿᵗᵉ
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After Harry's delightful surprise and their heartwarming conversation about life after the war, Hermione felt like a burst of sunshine on a clear summer day. She decided she wanted to dive deeper into her friendships to uncover the treasures of their shared experiences.

But she knew Harry well enough to realize that delving into his own post-war experiences might stir up worries, and she was determined to keep things light and cheerful. With a plan forming in her mind, Hermione set her sights on a joyful gathering.

With a heart brimming with anticipation, she decided to approach Ginny, the embodiment of understanding and Luna, the keeper of wisdom. She knew that Ron and Harry, while caring, had a tendency to be a tad overprotective and endlessly curious.

As she made her way toward the dining room, thoughts of her upcoming rendezvous danced in her mind. Just as she was deep in contemplation, Ginny approached her, wearing a grin that could rival the sunrise.

"So, Hermione, how did today go?" Ginny inquired, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Hermione's face lit up with happiness. "Oh, it went splendidly!"

With a twinkle in her eye, Hermione continued, "Ginny, I was thinking about a magical girls' night-just you, Luna, and me. What do you say? How about the day after tomorrow?"

Ginny's eyes lit up in response. "Oh, Hermione, that sounds marvelous! How about a trip to Hogsmeade?"

Hermione's heart soared with excitement. "Perfect! Hogsmeade it is."

As they shared these plans over snacks, they felt a warm camaraderie, like old friends catching up on lost time.

Meanwhile, Harry couldn't help but steal glances at Hermione, her laughter and camaraderie with Ginny painting a radiant smile on his own face.

Hermione savored every moment, indulging in delightful conversation and delicious snacks with Ginny. As the evening came to a close, she bid everyone a cheerful goodnight, her heart singing with contentment.

Watching Hermione's transformed mood and her lively interactions, Harry couldn't help but smile, knowing that happiness had once again found its home in their world.

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The following day, Hermione prepared for her trip to Diagon Alley, her excitement bubbling like a cauldron on a particularly mischievous day. As she finished her hearty lunch, she dashed outside, her robe billowing dramatically behind her, like a wizarding superhero on a mission.

Lo and behold, she spotted Ron and Harry engaged in what looked like a heated debate, their gesticulating arms casting wild spells in the air. Hermione sauntered over, her strides infused with all the grace of a swan caught in a magical mishap.

"Where are you off to, Harry?" she inquired, her eyes widening with intrigue, which in the wizarding world often resembled an owl's wide-eyed wonder.

Harry, with a look of sheer indifference that could rival a sloth on a sunny rock, replied, "Nowhere."

"Why not join us, then?" Hermione beseeched, her tone almost as persuasive as a charming hex.

"Yeah, mate! Rekindle the magic of old times," Ron chimed in, his expression a mix of eagerness and hilarity.