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Peter had just started to spring off of the lamb when—the car was suddenly stopped. In mid air? 

"What the—" Reaching out, he touched a finger to the car. Turning his head to see none other than Hermione standing there with—a stick? OUt and aimed at the car. "…Okay, well that’s new." 

And that seemed to only tick him off even more. With another quick movement of his hands, a car was sent barreling right towards Hermione. Peter didn’t have time to think, only act. Leaping off the lamp, using a combination of his clinging powers and his strength, Peter pressed his palms flit to the car and caught it in mid flight. 

Looking up at Hermione, his voice filled with concern. “Get out of here! Go! Get as far away as you can!” 

Setting the car down, he leapt up and used his webs to slingshot him right towards Rhino. He was just about to make contact with him when he was hit by something. 

Crashing through the nearest building wall with a loud oof. He looked up to see the familiar yellow-clad costume of Shocker. And now he seemed to be turning his attention towards Hermione. 

-----------------—And to think, she’d thought she was leaving all the chaos behind.                         Now, Hermione realizes she may have effectively jumped from the                         frying pan and into to the flame by moving here.

          Unfortunately, now is most certainly not the time to           be thinking of such things, as another car has been           hurled in her direction. Hermione's ready, want out,           tongue on an incantation--- but there's no need. The           spider-like man has thrown himself at the car, and           for a brief moment, Hermione has a sinking feeling           that he will be crushed. But that's not the case—the            car is easily moved away as he yells something to            her about getting to safety

                                                                                      --something about that voice—

“It's fine!”                       She cries. “I'm like you!”

       But she's forced to assume that the man couldn't possibly have        heard that while being tackled through a building. She must        have caught the attention of his attacker though, because not a        moment later, he is up and heading for her.

                                She forces herself to breathe for a moment.                                 This is important. Obviously the man in yellow,                   (she briefly wonders how sane all of the people                    in the ridiculous costumes are)                                 is a danger to not only herself but to the people                                 around her.

   And all of a sudden there's an explosion      to her immediate left. It came from      whatever was wrapped around the      yellow man's arm. The force of it, as      it had missed her, causes her to stumble      backwards, falling to the ground. Her ear      is ringing something fierce and Hermione      knows she has to take care of the man.

“Accio!”             she screams as loud as possible, still quite disoriented, and the gauntlet             comes flying from the man's arm and to her. She catches it and looks             back up to see him looking very unamused. To her displeasure, however,             he has another one, but Hermione's quick. She repeats the spell, and is             rewarded with the other gauntlet.

                            She's on her feet as soon as possible, though still slightly wobbly.                             With a deep breath, she steadies herself, and focuses all of her                             attention on the wand she has pointed at the yellow man.

“Petrificus Totalus!”

Lunch ;; Hermione & Peter

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         “So, have you thought about what           you want for your birthday?”

                 "How about... What's your favourite book, Ronnie?"

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Don’t ever back me into a corner expecting me to break.

                           I do not go gentle.

             I will take every single tear I shed on your behalf and use it as ammo in the war that you started.

                               I will fight until I can’t fight anymore and I will win.

Because while I might seem fragile to you

                  { I have won more battles than you could imagine }

        and I am stronger than any warrior this planet could muster up.

                                                        You bite me and I will bite back.

           The trick is ——

                                         —— my teeth are [ s h a r p e r  ] than yours.

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Happy Birthday || Open

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     She remembered being young,           and waking up on a day like today.           She remembered dashing to the           mirror to examine herself for five           or so minutes to see just exactly           how much older she looked. She           remembered it all—        the buzz of being an entire y e a r older. It was fantastic.

                                     Now, was slightly different, though.

                              Hermione didn't hurry to the mirror when she woke up,                               for it'd been years since she'd realized there was never                               any progress to see. She merely opened her eyes, slowly,                               as her body woke with her, and smiled. This birthday, she was                               simply happy to be a l i v e.

                                                                         She was grateful that the war                                                                          and everything it'd entailed,                                                                          had not taken everyone she                                                                          loved from her.

  Of course, that didn't drive away her excitement   when  the doorbell rang loudly through her flat.

                                                 It was her birthday, after all. 

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Happy Birthday Hermione Jean Granger (19 September, 1979)

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       It was with great difficulty that Ron released the girl —        no, she was a woman now, wasn’t she? — from the        hug, his fingers still aching for contact with the warmth        that he’d missed so much in his absence. Although       simply being in her presence was doing wonders for       the slight bit of uncertainty and anxiety that had been       looming over him since he’d decided it was time to       give up his new life and go back to the old one. As much       as he’d enjoyed anonymity and the freedom that he’d       obtained after leaving, he’d missed her.

                    Her absence from his side left a constant  a c h e                     in his chest that ever firewhiskey couldn’t soothe.

         Even as she stepped away to close the door, his hand          found the small of her back, resting there idly in an effort          to retain contact with her, even in the slightest way. Her          greeting hadn’t been quite as warm as he’d been hoping,          having wanted to drag her into the flat while snogging and          possibly desecrate several pieces of Harry’s furniture. His          best mate would have understood, after all. But the witch          seemed closed off in a way, and Ron could imagine that          she probably wasn’t happy with how long he’d been gone.

                     “ 'm back. Told you I would be.                           — ‘m sorry it took so long.”  

     And he truly was sorry — the length of his absence had      extended far past what he’d initially thought, but neither      of them would have truly been happy if he’d returned      before he’d healed properly, and things never would      have worked out well between them.

                    But now they finally stood a chance at being happy.

       “I missed you. A lot. I wrote letters but…             Figured it be easier for you if you didn’t read ‘em.”

                 "Yes...                   You were gone                                         an awfully long time..."

                 A heavy weight had settled itself uncomfortably                 in her chest, and Hermione had a terrible urge                 to turn away, and run from him. Run from the                first person she'd ever truly loved in such a way.                The urge near ate her up, and Hermione forced                herself to stay calm—to look Ron dead in the                 eye and just...b r e a t h e .

                                                        And she did.                                                                She let her eyes meet his,                                                                those familiar eyes that                                                                she would force herself to                                                                think about during the nights                                                                she'd spent alone, t r e m b l i n g                                                                and w h i m p e r i n g under her                                                                sheets having just been                                                                woken by yet another terror.

              She was sure he could understand.                       She knew Harry suffered from                  something akin to the nightmares            she had—probably worse. She could           only imagine that Ron had been in the                                                       same boat.

                             She'd needed somebody, damn it!

                                            When the mere thought of his eyes,                                             or his touch could no longer calm her--                                             when she was shaken apart by full blown                                             panic attacks, she was forced to seek comfort,                                             and that was a comfort that nobody like Harry                                            could give her. It was something Ron had                                            given her. And then he'd left. He'd left her                                            alone to deal with the last seven years as it                                            had all come crashing down hard on her.

  ��             Hermione's lower lip slipped between her teeth,                 and her eyes prickled with tears that threatened                 to fall. Her hands flew to her face, as she tried                her hardest to steady and calm herself.                                She needed to tell him.                                                             He needed to know.

       She was merely not ready for the pain       that this would inflict upon both of them.

You Didn't Wait || Hermione & Ron

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Her Granger, happy birthday [ he hands her the newspaper ] you can shit on it like a proper animal. [ and he walks away ]

  She can feel it rising    from the very tips of    her toes.                    The h e a t.                                         The heat of anger that burns through her body                                         c r e e p i n g and c l i m b i n g all the way up to her                                          cheeks where it flares red.                                                             The heat of anger that burns wildly in her heart                                                              that was just, not moments ago, beating happily. 

                  She’s never expected                  special treatment—or even                  tolerable treatment from                   Draco Malfoy—ever. She’s                   never expected anything                   but the worst from him. But                   today? It’s her b i r t h d a y.                                                     He is not allowed to ruin t h i s. 

     With one hand clenched around the paper,     Hermione takes a deep breath. She sniffs,      forcing the burning in the corners of her eyes     away as she makes for his retreating back.               There, she presses the crumpled newspaper               between his shoulder blades, and slides it all               the way down to his lower back. 

                                                                                            ❝ Actually—                                                                                                            I generally use the                                                                                                            Prophet to wipe                                                                                                           useless s h i t away❞

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"I hope you like books, coz I got you a whole new set of 'em."

             ❝ Oh—Ron.❞

She absolutely beams at the pile of leather bound volumes, before she beams right at Ron.

                              ❝ Honestly———                                        Thank you.❞

               And a kiss is planted delicately on his cheek

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webheadedhero:

Peter didn’t waste any time as bolted right down the nearest alleyway. Bouncing between the buildings, he got to the nearest ledge and set his bag against it. Pulling his clothes off until all that was left was his costume.

Pulling his mask down, he leapt off and started swinging towards the source of the sirens. 

He was barely less then a block out when he saw a familiar figure running along. Hermione? Changing directions, he swung right for her and wrapped one arm around her. Pulling her out of the way and setting her behind a newspaper dispenser. “Easy there, kiddo. Wait here—this isn’t safe.” 

Was that a stick she had in her hand? 

Leaping away, he swing right for the center of the commotion. Landing on top of a streetlamp, he crouched down as he saw the behemoth in the iron-grey costume. “Aw, come on, Rhino we’ve talked about this. You’re taking the ‘concrete jungle’ thing way too seriously. Now, how about we drop this now before anyone else gets hurt, what do ya say?” 

Judging by the empty cop car he threw right at the webslinger, that was a no. 

     To put it kindly,           Hermione absolutely           shrieks when she is           lifted from her feet,           swung through the           air, only to be           plopped back down           on the sidewalk. By           a man wearing red           spandex, no less!

                                         [ And, excuse her,                                     did he just call her kiddo ]

                                            She only takes a moment to ponder over this,                                             before she pushes from the sidewalk and                                             sprints towards the ...er...spandex-clad man.                                             It seems fitting, as he is the only person, other                                             than herself and some uniformed police, that                                             is attempting to face the danger head on. That                                             and, there isn't any other person swinging along                                             on sticky white webs. 

                  Briefly, Hermione wonders what sort of                   magic that is, for he must be a wizard,                   but the sight before her stops her short.                   Flying towards the red man is a large,                   heavy a u t o m o b i l e .                                                                          Without thinking, her wand is in the air,                                                                          pointed straight out in front of her as                                                                          her feet continue to pound the pavement,                                                                          moving closer and closer. 

"Wingardium Leviosa!"                         She cries, and the                         vehicle stops in mid                         air as she gently                         let's it drop to the                         ground, clear of hurting                          anyone. 

Lunch ;; Hermione & Peter

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Happy Birthday Hermione Jean Granger (b. 19 September, 1979)

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harry potter + everyone is a lady, inspired by x

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[ Someone take me to go see A Gentleman's Guide to Love and Murder. I will literally do anything. ]

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Send me a ★ for a drabble of my muse describing your muse to someone else!

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elyse-breaux:

Elyse chuckles. “If you do, you better know how to grow it back.” She glances at the textbook, and then the ingredients laid out before them. “How much is ‘a pinch’ exactly?”

Hermione grins and turns quickly to give a small pinch at Elyse's side.       She's never been much of a tickler, but she saw a chance and ran with it.                          "About that much!"

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malfoah:

   「♕   ; ♢ —-

                            ❝ .  .  . I don’t like you. ❞

                    As if it wasn’t the most obvious thing in the world                     e i g h t  years & going , but he adds the glare and                      since the contained happens to be in his hand, he                     has the audacity to bring it back and fling it forward.                    The result ? Twenty jellybeans cascading down onto                     her ———- because they’re mature, legal adults now.

❝ The feeling is certainly mut------❞

                     [ Her words are drowned by her gasp. Unfortunately, in doing so,                        Hermione successfully inhales about three jellybeans. One flies                        right down her throat, turning the surprised gasp into a verified coughing                         fit. It's short lived, and she quickly spits the other two from her                        tongue onto Malfoy's chin before the taste can really set in.                                             Mature, legal adults, indeed. ]