A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
Word count: 453
So far away, miles upon miles, he watches the sky knowing she isn't seeing the same moon. No, she's seeing the sun lighting up the sky, she's seeing the fluffy white clouds he saw earlier, the one that looked like a bunny, the one that reminded him of the way she writes her capital Gs. He wonders if she's looking up right now, if they're looking at the same sky in different colors.
Does the conference have windows? He knows she's mentioned the place it's being held, at some magical university. He doesn't remember her mentioning windows, but that won't stop her from looking at the sky. He knows she always tells him about the view from her hotel room, about the moon, the stars, telling him how they're all slightly different here, not in the right place in her opinion. He smiles, she's always found a moment to look at the sky since the war. They're both happy they survived, both happy to have found love again in each others arms.
Teddy's sleeping, tucked beneath his favorite rainbow blanket, and Remus wonders if Hermione's thinking about him, about how this morning he had bunny ears. He'd sent an owl with a picture, had she gotten it? She hadn't responded, but time differences complicated things and he was counting the days until she came home again.
She glances out the window of the corridor. There's a break in the conference, a minute to catch her breath before the next speaker. Clouds cover the sky, not the fluffy white ones of a beautiful day, but the dark grey ones threatening to rain, threatening to soak the world. Is it raining back at home, is Remus looking up at the sky, watching the rain pour down, blocking out the moon. She knows he loves moonless nights, nights where the world is dark and everything feels safe.
Three more nights here, three more moons she watches from her hotel room. A hand on her shoulder, time to head back. One last look at the sky, at the dark greys mixed with the softer ones, does that one look like a bunny? She pauses, knowing she needs to head back inside, but she wants that moment to look at the sky, to decide about the cloud. It's the only one standing out, calling out, to her.
It could be a bunny, or maybe a duck. She smiles, thinking about her love staring out his window debating between bunny or duck, not that it's much of a debate, it's always a bunny with him. The door of the auditorium closes behind her and she sinks into her seat, ready to take more notes on someone else's brilliant ideas.