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title: it’s a small crime and I’ve got no excuse
fandom: harry potter
characters/parings: hermione/harry (background hermione/ron and harry/ginny)
rating: r (warning for cheating and r-rated sexual situations.)
word count: 3065
summary: That’s all they are. Thoughts. A fantasy. Hermione has known how this story will end since sixth year (maybe before that). She had read the last chapter, the epilogue, and Harry and Hermione may be standing side by side but there is a red head on each of their arms. There’s no point in trying to change that. (Set post DH, but with a different ending.)
a/n: somehow I’m being sucked back into the hp fandom but its been so long, I apologize for lack of canon knowledge and anything that might be off. (my brain retains nothing anymore.) written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
youcallitwinter's wonderful prompt: he will meet you on the nape of your neck one day, on the surface of intention, word becoming act.
( Sometimes she finds herself thinking about Harry. (His hands, his wild hair, his wide green eyes and the way he smiles at her when she’s said just the right thing.) )
fandom: harry potter
characters/parings: hermione/harry (background hermione/ron and harry/ginny)
rating: r (warning for cheating and r-rated sexual situations.)
word count: 3065
summary: That’s all they are. Thoughts. A fantasy. Hermione has known how this story will end since sixth year (maybe before that). She had read the last chapter, the epilogue, and Harry and Hermione may be standing side by side but there is a red head on each of their arms. There’s no point in trying to change that. (Set post DH, but with a different ending.)
a/n: somehow I’m being sucked back into the hp fandom but its been so long, I apologize for lack of canon knowledge and anything that might be off. (my brain retains nothing anymore.) written for
youcallitwinter's wonderful prompt: he will meet you on the nape of your neck one day, on the surface of intention, word becoming act.( Sometimes she finds herself thinking about Harry. (His hands, his wild hair, his wide green eyes and the way he smiles at her when she’s said just the right thing.) )
