Ring
Harry smiled when the telephone rang. There was only one person who knew his number and could actually use the muggle contraption. He answered and grinned when he heard Hermione's voice say, "I need to see you."
Hero
Harry always said he never wanted to be a hero, but when Hermione smiled and said, "Well, you'll always be my hero." He thought to himself, 'I can live with that.'
Memory
Hermione made him come back here. He couldn't have said no to her if he'd tried. So, here he was, standing in front of the cupboard under the stairs. There were a lot of bad memories in this cupboard, but that was before he met her. Hermione was his now, and that's all he needed.
Box
Harry grinned as he placed the last box in the back of the car. They were moving into their first house. He smiled as Hermione rolled her eyes at him and started the car, threatening to drive off without him.
Run
"Come on, Harry! Can't we take a break? We've been running for a hour!" Hermione panted from behind him.
Harry stopped and smiled, "Giving up already?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, "You and I both know that I could outrun you."
Harry nodded. It wasn't true, of course, but Hermione didn't need to know that.
Frogs
"Hermione has a frog in her throat," Harry explained to Ron that morning when Hermione hadn't greeted him.
Ron blinked. "Well, take it out then," he replied.
Harry burst into laughter, and Hermione collapsed into silent giggles. N-not-not like that, Ron," Harry finally managed. "She's lost her voice."
Ron shrugged, "Is she going to look for it?"
Harry glanced at Hermione. Was Ron being stupid or was he joking? Harry could never tell.
Wings
The only instances where Hermione found herself wishing she could fly were when She sent a letter to Harry. She wanted to know how he was.
Cold
The heater in his flat broke. He was cold. Really, really cold. So, when Hermione offered him the spare room in her flat, he wasted no time in accepting. They fell into a comfortable routine.
A week later, Harry was sitting in his warm, toasty flat, but he was colder than he had felt when his heater broke. Something was missing, and he had a suspicion that that something had just knocked on his door and brought him some homemade soup. Although, he did question her rationale for bringing soup to a warm flat.
Spell
Harry wasn't a good speller. Half the time, his words ran together and the other half, well, let's just say it never ended well. That's what had gotten him into his current situation. Hermione was currently making him spell the word 'definitely' over and over again. He was annoyed, but he decided that writing it a few more times would be worth her smile. He'd write 'definitely' a thousand times over if she'd smile for him.
