ronandhermionesource:

sirlestrange:


Maybe you don’t have to do this all by yourself, mate.

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Also him.

ronandhermionesource:

sirlestrange:

Maybe you don’t have to do this all by yourself, mate.

Submitted by sirlestrange

Also him.

ronandhermionesource:

sirlestrange:


It’s sort of exciting, isn’t it? Breaking the rules!

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I adore her.

ronandhermionesource:

sirlestrange:

It’s sort of exciting, isn’t it? Breaking the rules!

Submitted by sirlestrange

I adore her.


‘Good idea,’ whispered Hermione, clearly pleased that Harry was calming down. ‘Ron, what are you staring at?’
‘Nothing,’ said Ron, hastily looking away from the bar, but Harry knew he was trying to catch the eye of the curvy and attractive barmaid, Madam Rosmerta, for whom he had long nursed a soft spot. 
‘I expect “nothing“‘s in the back getting more Firewhisky,’ said Hermione waspishly. 
-Half-Blood Prince, Chapter Twelve: Silver and Opals

Ah, Ron and Hermione and their silly spats.

‘Good idea,’ whispered Hermione, clearly pleased that Harry was calming down. ‘Ron, what are you staring at?’

‘Nothing,’ said Ron, hastily looking away from the bar, but Harry knew he was trying to catch the eye of the curvy and attractive barmaid, Madam Rosmerta, for whom he had long nursed a soft spot. 

‘I expect “nothing“‘s in the back getting more Firewhisky,’ said Hermione waspishly. 

-Half-Blood Prince, Chapter Twelve: Silver and Opals

Ah, Ron and Hermione and their silly spats.

hollyandthesunshine:

“Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music; perhaps … perhaps … love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.” - L.M. Montgomery

hollyandthesunshine:

“Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music; perhaps … perhaps … love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.”
- L.M. Montgomery

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