you're nobody until somebody loves you

A HariPo drabble collection

by mew-tsubaki

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"I can't promise a fix for your ear," Hermione says a few nights after the Order's botched Seven Harrys plan. She works the pestle in the mortar nestled in her lap. "But there are potions to soothe the pain, salves…"

George smiles, watching her work. He hates seeing her frown and worry over him, and he wishes he could offer an allaying word that would bring back her own charming smile.

But, more than that, he smiles because watching her try for him does enough wonders for the ache as it is. And that's more than he could ask for.