Title: Rekindling The Past
Author: Abigail Ang (Abygasm)
E-mail: followed: Book 1-7. Ignoring the Epilogue.
Disclaimer: They're hers, and that's probably the only reason that's keeping me from throwing myself to the earliest plane to Europe and murdering her with my own hands. Heh.
Summary: Harry and Hermione need a break from everything. And goes back to Hogwarts pretending to be other students. Romance will ensue. Summary sucks, just read it.
Go on ahead and let it fade away.
No looking back you know the past will stay.
It's you and me,
we could get out of here.
Jump in and go and we could drive for
years.
We could feel alive
(Summertime, Mae)
"Hermione," his voice drifted inside her office making her look up from the piles of parchment scattered around her desk in the Auror Department inside the Ministry.
He was leaning by the doorframe conjoining her office to his with his hands crossed lazily against his chest, holding an envelope loosely between his fingers, green eyes reflecting the light overhead.
She raised an eyebrow in question and he smiled.
"Let's runaway."
Of all the things he could have said, running away with him is the last bit she expected. She felt her jaw drop and her eyes round like galleons.
He laughed, "That's not what I meant, Mione. What I meant was… well… you know, run away from these," he let himself inside her office and gestured towards the mess on her table. "Just… you know… for once… let's let our responsibilities slide."
She shook herself lightly and eyed him with curiously. "What are you on about, Harry?"
"I don't know… I just…"
"You're tired," Hermione finished, seeing the bags under his eyes.
"Yeah, I'm tired,"
"Well, why run away then? You can just have a day off and…"
"Because I want to!" He answered loudly, stomping his feet on the ground.
She laughed at the animosity of what he's doing, "But Harry, we need to work. We're not children anymore."
"That's just it." He said, suddenly becoming solemn, "were we ever kids? All our lives we've been forced to act as adults, practically shoving the responsibilities up our arses. Frankly speaking, I'm tired of working. Those years we spent trying to save the wizarding world instead of being hormonal children are taking their toll on me."
"You were hormonal, Harry," she joked, "your capslock self was a proof of it."
"That's not what I meant!"
Hermione giggled and sighed. She gazed on the wall to her left and saw her enchanted calendar flashing the appointments she needed to attend, and then she let herself examine the paperwork piled on her desk.
She looked up and saw him smirking. He knows he won. Again.
"Well, we can't just leave, can we?" she reasoned out, throwing down the quill she's been holding.
He grinned brightly, perched himself on the edge of her desk and handed her the envelope.
She read it silently and groaned loudly. It was a note from Minister Shacklebolt, granting them both a month off. "You knew I'd agree with you, didn't you?"
He nodded and flashed a toothy smile. He really is excited, isn't he?
"What do you suppose we do for a month starting tomorrow?"
"Do you still have your Hogwarts uniforms?"
She nodded, not following what he was on about.
"Excellent!" he yelled, punching the air, "I think I know just what to do."
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AN: Hey, how was it? It's my first H-Hr fic and I need a co-author because I have the tendency to have writer's block just after I assume that I wouldn't. If you're interested, message me. Thanks.
Oh and reviews? They pretty much make my day.
