Topic; 'That which doesn't kill us, only makes us *stranger*' (from theladyfeylene)
Word count; 100
Rating: All ages
Title: No Turban Necessary
"Hermione. Remind me why I asked you here?"
"The children's charities. I have the distributions."
There it is, the light, the smile of understanding. "Yes." His hand covers hers, squeezes. "What would I do without you."
It's only the memory, people say. War...does things to one.
Why can't she believe it's that simple?
The light in his eyes. Something other. Something not-Harry.
Protecting itself. Hiding.
Is his hand on hers tightening? Hard enough to hurt?
No. She has to stop these thoughts.
"My indispensible Hermione."
One day, she thinks, he'll slip. And call her something else that begins with m.