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His green eyes were piercing as he looked at her, joyful smile gracing his lips as he laughed about something she had forgotten about.
When had his eyes gone so piercing, and had he always smiled like that?
Perhaps, she wondered, it was the fact that no shadow of the threat that once shadowed each and every one of her best friend's days had perished by his own hand a year ago. Maybe the leave of the taint that was Voldemort's soul was why her friend was shining, as if he had been a badly washed mirror, and you couldn't really see how radiant he was before the grime was gone.
Or maybe her friend was just in love.
She wasn't there with them now, for once it was just Harry and Hermione, and Hermione felt just...Pleased.
It was a pleasing sensation in every vein in her body, as if everything in her just relaxed and slowed down, like how she felt when she sat down in a large, squishy armchair, a new and well reviewed book in her hand and Crookshanks on her lap. Except better.
A thousand times better.
He said something again, and then laughed and as if on cue she laughed as well, she didn't really care about whatever mishap had been on auror training today, but she did care about the fact that he was happy.
She looked at the clock to discover that it was nearly tea time, they had been standing there talking after their chance meeting in the middle of Diagon Alley for a while now, longer than she would have guessed.
When she suggested they go and get some tea together however, everything about him changed, and he changed her world with him as he became clouded and resigned, muttering about having to get home.
She had made supper for him, she caught in the mumble of words.
Of course she had.
And as Hermione watched him make his hasty exit down the street she couldn't help but feeling that something about him and her would never go back to what it used to be.
A/N: This was just a tiny drabble that really felt, you know? It was very appropriate to my mood when I wrote it. Constructive critisism is very much appreciated.