Fear of failure is real y'all, don't let it keep you down. Small fic around the words "sword, key, blue, public park" – thanks to AzraelTheStoryteller for the prompt.

Hermione strolled through the local public park, sweeping her gaze from side to side for any sign of her two best friends. To be honest, it was a beautiful day out, so she wasn't annoyed with them really, but it was rather silly of Harry to insist that they meet up only to forget to give the specifics of where exactly.

"There you are! What took you so long – we're almost done with lunch!"

Frowning slightly, Hermione turned to see Ron sprawled out on the grass, clearly having rolled backwards from sitting hidden behind quite the large rosebush. "Well I would've been here sooner if someone had been a little clearer with their request," she retorted, throwing an exaggerated look at Harry.

He grinned with just the trace of apology, flattening the front of his hair as an old habit. "Sorry 'Mione, but this is like the third time we've had lunch out here. I figured it's pretty much our spot by now."

"Aha!" Ron cried victoriously, hauling himself back to a seated position and slapping the ground next to him. "Now come sit, Harry wouldn't tell me whatever it is until you got here."

"Yes, yes," Hermione said appeasingly, smoothing her skirt under her as she sat down on Harry's unoccupied side. Ron blinked in momentary confusion, then shrugged. Harry fussed some more, tugging on the hem of his shirt, clearing his throat, even creasing his napkin in his hand.

"Oi, get on with it then," said Ron, giving Harry a friendly slap on the shoulder.

"Oh alright," Harry groused. "You know—well, Ginny and I … are getting married—"

Ron cut him off, "We know already, Harry! Bloody hell, Mum's only been helping you two plan for months!" Hermione scowled and gave him a reprimanding swat on the shoulder. Ron made a face at her in protest, rolling his eyes dramatically to Harry, who only looked amused.

"Yes, well, you see, Ginny's got this idea that we should do that muggle wedding tradition as a sort of good luck spell. She was saying something about how it would be good to have some fusion at the wedding, whatever that means."

"The wha?" asked Ron blankly, while Hermione clapped her hands together in excitement.

"Ooo! I know what she's talking about, Harry!" She pointedly ignored Harry's and Ron's shared look that obviously said Of course you do. "It's an old rhyme for what to carry with you on your wedding day: Something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue. Actually, I believe that it originally was derived from an ancient protective spell, but of course, uncharmed objects alone can hardly be expected to—"

"Right on," Ron interrupted, to which Hermione very maturely stuck out her tongue. The boys had started taking it in turn to "head her off" whenever she was about to "go off on an educational tangent," the pricks. "So you know the four things you'll need to get, what do you need us for?"

"That's the only thing, I don't know!" Harry sighed, pushing his bangs back and running his hand through his hair. "Ginny's got Mrs. Weasley and Luna to help her with her things, only I've got no idea what to use for mine."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh come on, Harry! It's not like she's asked you to bring the sword of Gryffindor to the wedding."

Ron's face lit up. "Yeah! Harry, why don't you bring Gryffindor's sword to the wedding?" He looked excitedly from Harry's startled face to Hermione's incredulous one. "It'd be something borrowed and something old!"

"I sincerely doubt that Harry would be able to talk his way into using only of the only known relics from an original founder of Hogwarts as a party decoration," Hermione retorted dryly.

"Well, the sword's practically his anyways, innit? He's pulled it from the hat and that lake now, and it was part of Harry saving the wizarding world from the greatest dark wizard of all time!" Ron said theatrically, leaning forward to grab a piece of fruit and pop it in his mouth. "Imagine anyone'd be hard-pressed to deny Harry anything at this point."

"Actually," Harry said quietly, flushing lightly in embarrassment and cutting in before Hermione was able to snap back at Ron. "I was thinking of using the key to Grimmauld Place as my 'something old.' That way… that way it'd be like a little part of Sirius was there too. I know he didn't like that place too much, but seeing how he originally offered for me to live there with him- Oh don't look at me like that, it's just, it'd be nice, that's all."

"That sounds like it'd be very nice," Hermione said gently. "I'm sure Sirius would've loved the idea."

"Can't count as something borrowed, though, since you technically own the place now," Ron added, frowning as he thought. "Could you charm it blue or something? That'd get you another—ow! Hermione!"

"I think Harry asked us here because he wants to borrow something from each of us, Ron. Isn't that right, Harry? Hmm…" She tapped her finger on her leg, thinking. "I think I can do something blue… Actually, Ron, do you get anything new lately? Preferably some sort of small container, like a bottle?"

"Wha—oh, yeah actually, I have." Ron blinked, a little taken aback.

"You have?!"

"Yeah. Well, it's not a bottle really, only Dad recently gave me one of those muggle quills—"

"They're called pens, Ron."

"—and there's a little chamber on part of it. D'you think that counts as new?"

"Ron, that's perfect! Do you have it with you now? Give it here a minute." Hermione took the perfectly ordinary ballpoint pen from Ron, and indeed the back half was a clear plastic so the ink cartridge was visible inside. Unscrewing the two parts of the pen, Hermione gave a quick look around to make sure there was nobody nearby, then pulled out her wand and waved it over the open pen barrel. As she placed her wand tip gently in the mouth of the barrel, small blue flames spurt out and filled the small chamber.

"There," she said smugly, carefully putting the pen back together so that the flames stayed encapsulated, and handing it over to Harry. "the flames are called Cold Fire since they don't throw off any heat, so you won't have to worry about the pen melting. Now you have something borrowed from us that's both new and blue!"

"Didn't you use this spell on Snape once? Back in our first year?" Harry asked. He took the pen and held it up to his face to better see the dancing blue flames. "This is brilliant you guys, thanks."

"No problem, mate!" Ron replied, slapping Harry jovially on the back before slinging his arm around his shoulders and saying with mock seriousness, "But since you're only borrowing it, you're going to have to be careful not to break it. These pen things are hard to come by, you know!"

The three of them laughed. Hermione leaned back putting her hands in the grass, tipping her face up to the sun and basking in the warmth of the day and the moment. Who would have thought that they would get to a point where any of their problems could be solved in a day? Sure, there was a lot to be said for how they had grown only closer in their time since Hogwarts, but Hermione fully appreciated how mundane and small all their problems seemed now that they were no longer on the run and the world wasn't at war.

How nice to be at peace and to be blessed with having only simple problems.