September 18 th , 2004
She doesn't.
She never will.
Kingsley gives them their old jobs back, but promises to keep their pay the same.
Like he gives a flying fuck about the money.
They don't pass each other often, but when they do, it's filled with a heavy, awkward silence, like a dark grey raincloud that doesn't quite know when to drop its cargo, and simply hovers overhead. A smile will crawl onto her face, timid and shy, and filled with memories. A few moments in a lift. A month of bickering and coffee breaks. A snowfall of music. A kiss to the forehead in a flat that is soggy with fire whiskey. An embrace that lasts sixteen seconds.
And then she will pass him, and he will pass her, and they will walk down the hall and walk down their lives as if nothing had ever happened at all.
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Eyes Open by: orphan_account
Fanfiction[ COMPLETE] Granger corners him one last time, pulling that bloody envelope from her robes. He lets it fall into his open palm. "You know the rules, don't you?" "Only for when I'm at my lowest point," he says. "And after I open it, I go straight to...
