My Missing piece (Harmione)

7.

"Aɴʏ Pʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍs Cᴀɴ Bᴇ Sᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ Bᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ Pᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ Iғ Oɴʟʏ Tʜᴇʏ Cᴀɴ Tʀᴜsᴛ Eᴀᴄʜ Oᴛʜᴇʀ."
𝑊𝑎𝑟 𝐻𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑒
ᵐⁱᶜʰᵃᵉˡ ᵐᵒʳᵖᵘʳᵍᵒ
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The next morning, Hermione jolted awake, her eyes widening in surprise as she realized she was tucked cozily in her own bed. It was a puzzling twist of fate since she distinctly recalled drifting off on the living room couch, with none other than Harry nearby. She couldn't help but grin, thinking, "Harry must've worked his magic to get me here."

With a yawn, Hermione swung her legs out of bed and headed to the bathroom. She started her day with the usual ritual: toothbrush buzzing and splashes of water to freshen up. Her reflection in the mirror couldn't hide her excitement.

After her morning ablutions, she skipped back to her room to pick out her outfit for the day. Her fashion choice screamed confidence and a touch of playfulness: a vibrant, long-sleeved red blouse paired with comfortable blue slacks. Her hair, usually tamed and orderly, fell into a lively ponytail.

Emerging from her room, she practically danced downstairs for breakfast. The scene that greeted her was heartwarming. Percy, engrossed in a newspaper, and Harry engaged in lively chatter. Hermione couldn't help but beam as she passed them, sharing her morning cheer with a radiant smile that brightened the room.

"Hermione, stealing the spotlight already?" Percy exclaimed.

"Stealing what now?" Hermione
inquired with a playful grin.

"Here, look for yourself," Percy said irritably, tossing the Daily Prophet her way. "No, Percy, don't!" Harry interjected with a friendly warning, but the damage was done. She caught the newspaper and begrudgingly strolled over to the couch opposite Harry plopping down with an annoyed sigh.

She cast an annoyed glance at the newspaper, featuring a picture of her tightly gripping Harry's and Ron's hands in Diagon Alley, and began to read.

The Gryffindor Princess strikes again, they scoffed into the public eye for the umpteenth time after the war.

Gryffindor Princess aka Hermione Granger was seen in Diagon Alley holding hands with none other than her Ex-Ron Weasley and her current boyfriend Harry Potter aka The Chosen One.

Hermione crumpled the paper in sheer annoyance.

"Boyfriend?" Hermione practically shouted, her aggravation impossible to ignore.

"What was she thinking?" Hermione shot Harry an incredulous, irate glare.

"That explains why that lady at the bookstore told me that," she hissed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She caught a glimpse of hurt in Harry's eyes, though she half-wondered if it was a figment of her imagination, as it disappeared almost instantly.

"I should've obliterated her when I had the chance," Hermione grumbled through clenched teeth.

"Sorry, Percy, I made a mess of your paper," Hermione began, her tone laden with frustration, as she whipped out her wand to fix it.

"Obliterated?" Percy raised a bemused eyebrow.

"Yeah," Hermione mumbled, shoving the paper back at Percy. She glanced at Harry, who seemed determined to avoid any eye contact, fueling her irritation.

She stormed away, a storm cloud of anger and hunger, cursing Rita Skeeter all the way downstairs.

As Hermione descended, she spotted Ginny calmly eating breakfast. However, Ginny overheard Hermione muttering a string of curses that left her dumbfounded. "Imbecile, hag, filthy rubbish, daughter of a monkey, daughter of a motherless goat," and more. Ginny struggled not to choke on her food, for she had never witnessed Hermione so irate, let alone using such comically colorful insults.