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being-luminous · 2 years

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So it is quite literally the smallest detail, but one thing I adore adding to my fics where I can is Harry carrying hair ties around his wrist for Hermione

It’s already snuck its way into my newest fic (which will hopefully be posted sometime this week! I’m about 3k in, but I refuse to break this one up into chapters, so no posting yet), and it makes me so soft

Anyway, here’s the scene 🥰 A deceptively soft little interaction considering this is a(nother) Harrymort Hades & Persephone AU w/ all that entails

“Honestly,” Hermione mutters, shoving her hair away from her face again. It only barely stays tucked behind her ear. “I’ve told him a thousand times how important this is. Why does he even come if he’s just going to complaint at the first sign of dark?”

Harry crouches down behind her, gathers her hair and ties it back with the leather strap he keeps around his wrist for exactly this purpose. “He worries about you,” he says, combing his fingers through her curls, making sure each coil is caught in place.

“Well, he shouldn’t.” She lifts one hand to her ear, frowns when there’s no hair to push back. When she realizes what he’s done, she grins, pleased.

He rises from his crouch with a nod. Looks down the path. “How much longer do you want to stay out?”

Hermione follows his gaze. “You agree with him?”

“I didn’t say that.” He shivers, exaggerated. Rubs his hands over his arms. “Bit chilly, though.”

She huffs, turns back to her work. “I’m almost done.”

“Then why…?”

“Because he’s so, ugh!” She tosses down her spade, turns on her knees to face him. “He’s infuriating. I can take care of myself!”

Harry rocks back on his heels, keeps his expression even. “Right.”

“I don’t need an escort to go pick mushrooms”—she takes up her spade again—“but he insists on coming with. He doesn’t listen.” Then, like it’s just occurred to her, she accuses, “You’re no better.”

“Maybe,” Harry says, dragging out the word. “Or…”

She stares stubbornly down at the dirt, then sighs. “Or what?”

“Maybe we like being out here, and your foraging gives us a reason to be. Maybe we like spending time with you.”

She goes back to digging, cheeks burning. “Hmph.”

#help i love their friendship so much #just posted a very ron centric fic so now hermione gets some extra love #but anyway yes this is another 'loosely based on greek myth' au #featuring voldemort stealing harry away to the underworld in very dramatic fashion #anyway carrying hair ties for your best friend who always insists she wont need one is something that can actually be so personal #snippets

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