Yeah, the taste of your lips on the tip of my tongue
Is at the top of the list of the things I want
Mind is running in circles of you and me
Anyone in between is the enemy
Shadows come with the pain that you’re running from
Love was something you never heard enough…
ron: wow the stars are beautiful tonight
lavender: yeah they are
ron: you know who else is beautiful?
lavender: *blushes* who?
ron: hermione
“Mudblood and p r o u d of it.”
— Happy birthday to Hermione Jean Granger (September 19th 1979)
He knew that Ron and Hermione were more shocked than they were letting on, but the mere fact that they were still there on either side of him, speaking bracing words of comfort, not shrinking from him as though he were contaminated or dangerous, was worth more than he could ever tell them.
“We will fight!“ Hermione said.
— happy birthday hermione granger! (b. september 19, 1979)
“And I’m as hunted quite as much as any goblin or elf, Griphook! I’m a Mudblood!”
“Don’t call yourself—” Ron muttered.
“Why shouldn’t I?” said Hermione. “Mudblood, and proud of it!”
b. september 19th, 1979
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