Many happy returns of the day! I hope you have a lovely time, with Frankie hugs and Mr Nous snuggles and interesting drinks.

I wanted to honour you properly with a nice long Xander fic but it is being slow - honestly, everything I write these days feels like pulling teeth - and so you get a very silly drabble instead. I said I would never write HP. Why am I writing HP? I blame you. Entirely. *g*

( Wishes (Ron/Hermione, PG, post-DH) )

Oh! And have you seen the penguins? <3

Another snippet in a new fandom, for apreludetoanend's first line meme. :)

In case you missed the premise, the first line of this is hers. Only it used to say "Harris."

Faith

“Have a little faith, Harry.”

“Faith? In Malfoy? That’ll be the day.”

Hermione’s lips tighten. He looks away. He doesn’t want to think about Hermione’s lips, and where they have been. He still finds it hard to believe she isn’t under a spell.

She is, of course, though not a magical one. One woven in moonlight hair, steel eyes, and edges so sharp you bleed despite yourself.

“He can do it, Harry.”

“I know he can. The question is, will he? It’s his mother we’re talking about.”

The brush of her fingers is softer than a feather.

“I trust him.”