Reflections
--by Egon Starcollector
Disclaimer: If I own HP, someone forgot to tell me.
Author's note: You're probably going to want to read my fics "Jezebel" and "Echoes" before you read this, seeing as how it's meant as the third part in the series. (Okay, if you want to get technical, ALL my HP fics are in one timeline, but anyway....)
Dear Diary,
Today I did the bravest and smartest thing I've ever done to make up for the "chicken"-est and stupidest thing I've ever done: I went home.
I honestly didn't know if Hermione would want to see me again, but I had to try. I've missed her so much...if nothing else, I had to see her to hear her say it was over.
It isn't over.
She took me back. Heaven knows I don't deserve it...but she took me back.
No sooner had she pulled me inside and kissed me dizzy than she became my bossy Hermione again. She practically pushed me into the shower...although, I have to admit I probably smelled a bit gamey. It felt good to take a good long shower--with HOT water, mind you--again. And then I shaved...my God, did I need that!
When I came out of the shower, she was standing there with clean clothes--the first clean clothes I've worn in months. When she handed them to me, I realized they were my pajamas. "You need a nap, sweetheart; you look exhausted. You sleep, and I'll go fix something to eat."
Truth be told, I WAS tired, so I wasn't about to argue with her. I'd hoped for a different sort of--erm, welcome, but I think I would have been too tired anyway.
It was barely ten in the morning when I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, the sun was sinking. "Oh good, you're finally up. I was afraid I was going to have to douse you with ice water to wake you!" She kissed me gently and informed me that supper was on the table.
"Good! I'm famished."
"I'd imagine so!"
I stepped into my slippers and followed her downstairs. From the smell, she'd fixed my favorite: roast beef with Yorkshire pudding. I was right--and one of her delicious chocolate cream pies sat on the counter, freshly baked.
"Well well...my favorite supper followed by my favorite dessert. What's this all about?"
"I missed you, you great prat."
Her cooking was every bit as good as I'd remembered. During supper, she caught me up on all the happenings in the wizarding world--and especially our circle of acquaintances--over the past three years. I won't bore you with the details just now, but suffice it to say I've missed a lot. It's funny to think we're all at the stage in our lives where most of the news is either career-related or reproductive. Rather scary, in a way.
After supper, I finally got the "welcome" I'd been craving. Now I'm sitting in bed writing this, and watching my dear wife sleep.
It's good to be home.
--Harry
Disclaimer: If I own HP, someone forgot to tell me.
Author's note: You're probably going to want to read my fics "Jezebel" and "Echoes" before you read this, seeing as how it's meant as the third part in the series. (Okay, if you want to get technical, ALL my HP fics are in one timeline, but anyway....)
Dear Diary,
Today I did the bravest and smartest thing I've ever done to make up for the "chicken"-est and stupidest thing I've ever done: I went home.
I honestly didn't know if Hermione would want to see me again, but I had to try. I've missed her so much...if nothing else, I had to see her to hear her say it was over.
It isn't over.
She took me back. Heaven knows I don't deserve it...but she took me back.
No sooner had she pulled me inside and kissed me dizzy than she became my bossy Hermione again. She practically pushed me into the shower...although, I have to admit I probably smelled a bit gamey. It felt good to take a good long shower--with HOT water, mind you--again. And then I shaved...my God, did I need that!
When I came out of the shower, she was standing there with clean clothes--the first clean clothes I've worn in months. When she handed them to me, I realized they were my pajamas. "You need a nap, sweetheart; you look exhausted. You sleep, and I'll go fix something to eat."
Truth be told, I WAS tired, so I wasn't about to argue with her. I'd hoped for a different sort of--erm, welcome, but I think I would have been too tired anyway.
It was barely ten in the morning when I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, the sun was sinking. "Oh good, you're finally up. I was afraid I was going to have to douse you with ice water to wake you!" She kissed me gently and informed me that supper was on the table.
"Good! I'm famished."
"I'd imagine so!"
I stepped into my slippers and followed her downstairs. From the smell, she'd fixed my favorite: roast beef with Yorkshire pudding. I was right--and one of her delicious chocolate cream pies sat on the counter, freshly baked.
"Well well...my favorite supper followed by my favorite dessert. What's this all about?"
"I missed you, you great prat."
Her cooking was every bit as good as I'd remembered. During supper, she caught me up on all the happenings in the wizarding world--and especially our circle of acquaintances--over the past three years. I won't bore you with the details just now, but suffice it to say I've missed a lot. It's funny to think we're all at the stage in our lives where most of the news is either career-related or reproductive. Rather scary, in a way.
After supper, I finally got the "welcome" I'd been craving. Now I'm sitting in bed writing this, and watching my dear wife sleep.
It's good to be home.
--Harry