A Monster Dressed In Yellow
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  • Reads 3,947
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  • Parts 33
  • Time 34h 25m
Complete, First published Aug 24, 2021
"He..well that would be because he is." Percy answered with a slow nod. "Distraught that is." Percy clarified, as if she needed it. "Hermione, do you know who George is?" He asked, terrified of the answer. 

It would ruin him. It would down right destroy what little they had left of him. 

"Well I'd like to see him, before I forget." Hermione declared, an edge of panic in her voice. "He must be awfully important to me if the lot of you won't let him through the damn door." Her voice rose in pitch, the panic overwhelming her.





A HermionexGeorge love story. 
 
Hermione wakes in a world she does not recognize. Strapped to a bed and hooked to machines that do little to aid the werewolf blood now pumping through her veins. She can smell and hear everything-the sound of nurses walking down hallways and pens clicking in hands. She can smell the bleach scrubbed in the floor and the leftover blood in her hair no one had scrubbed out. 

But in the mist of all that, a lingering scent awaits. 

Oranges & Cinnamon. 






tw: blood, scars, reliving trauma, foul language, dark magic & sexual content
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I woke up on the hard ground, snow falling all around me, everything seemed perfect, for just those few minutes between dreams and reality, right and wrong, light and dark. I let a smile spread across my face as the flakes fell around us under the cloudy morning light, making everything look like a snow globe. Then I remembered, my brother was gone, with one of my best friends and my brother in law. The whole Weasley family was sleeping in my house because they couldn't go home, and I was cold. I opened my eyes to see George sleeping soundly with his forehead rested against mine, this was one of the few things that plastered that smile right back on my face, one look into his eyes and I can forget all the tears mine have cried. One kiss to his lips took away the memories of the screams mine have held. One embrace could melt away the sadness of the thought that I'll never hug my father again. Because he knew, he knew how broken I was, yet he chose to love my broken pieces anyways, to help me pick them up, to help me keep what was not yet broken protected. And I'd do the same for him any day, and I have, and I'd fight tooth and bone for our love, where as it was scratched and dented, isn't and will never be broken. ~Layers, Some Day Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling