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harry potters loves tequila tuesdays (wholives) wrote in wariscoming,

"Well, let's just get back to this complex of yours first, yes?" He asked, trying to dodge agreeing to meet anyone until he had a chance to speak to Ron and see how serious this marriage of his was. Harry had never seen himself as someone that meddled with people's personal lives, though he managed to do that entirely by accident anyway sometimes, but he would make an exception just this once. His friends obviously needed him to be the smart one for once. Hermione obviously had feelings for Ron, regardless of their current relationship statuses and he had no doubt that his red headed best friend was still in love with Hermione. Maybe it was selfish of him, but he didn't care. He would make them see reason.

He couldn't exactly say that he missed her when he had seen her not too less than a few hours ago, but he clung to her because he needed someone familiar, someone he loved, to make sue he didn't break down. And she must have clung to him because it seemed like she hadn't seen him in awhile. He just nodded and hugged her until they were ready to go.

"Come on, let's go before that mob finds us," he finally said, pulling away only to clasp hands with her. "You think you can do something about my face?" Harry asked, gesturing to his face. It was covered in dry blood and cuts, but he didn't mean for her to heal it. "I don't want to be recognized again...No stinging hexes please!" He was quick to add.