ruminations
@ruminations426.bsky.social
30s | HP ff | pretend writer | women's sports lover
Yesss! Another harmony friend!
February 2, 2025 at 8:37 PM
Yesss! Another harmony friend!
Oo ohhh my heart!
February 2, 2025 at 8:07 AM
Oo ohhh my heart!
It felt so good to write again. I had been feeling the itch for a bit (thanks to you) and a really good friend gave me a prompt and the words flew
February 2, 2025 at 6:17 AM
It felt so good to write again. I had been feeling the itch for a bit (thanks to you) and a really good friend gave me a prompt and the words flew
Hahaha omg. I love this. I say you find that cute barista 😘 and get that dirty chai
February 2, 2025 at 6:16 AM
Hahaha omg. I love this. I say you find that cute barista 😘 and get that dirty chai
February 2, 2025 at 6:09 AM
I'm gonna tag you on my fluff drabble!
February 2, 2025 at 6:09 AM
I'm gonna tag you on my fluff drabble!
Ugh, but I see it and I feel it with the song. So. Good. Sooo good
February 2, 2025 at 5:58 AM
Ugh, but I see it and I feel it with the song. So. Good. Sooo good
I'm gonna close this in my head with an HEA where time apart is required, therapy is done, and a happy reconciliation occurs. Yep.... Delulu me sees it
February 2, 2025 at 5:58 AM
I'm gonna close this in my head with an HEA where time apart is required, therapy is done, and a happy reconciliation occurs. Yep.... Delulu me sees it
I know I said sadness is good but this is straight hurt 😭
And also I fuckin loved it. You capture the emotions and layered feelings so well 😭😭😭
And also I fuckin loved it. You capture the emotions and layered feelings so well 😭😭😭
February 2, 2025 at 5:57 AM
I know I said sadness is good but this is straight hurt 😭
And also I fuckin loved it. You capture the emotions and layered feelings so well 😭😭😭
And also I fuckin loved it. You capture the emotions and layered feelings so well 😭😭😭
It's okay, sadness is a necessary emotion...i wanna read it
February 2, 2025 at 5:35 AM
It's okay, sadness is a necessary emotion...i wanna read it
He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close again.
“That was all chai & sunshine for me.”
And then, he kissed her again.
“That was all chai & sunshine for me.”
And then, he kissed her again.
February 2, 2025 at 4:59 AM
He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close again.
“That was all chai & sunshine for me.”
And then, he kissed her again.
“That was all chai & sunshine for me.”
And then, he kissed her again.
She grabbed the fabric of his knit sweater, tugging him closer.
When they pulled away, Hermione met Harry’s grinning one.
“What?” she asked, feeling both vulnerable and exhilarated.
When they pulled away, Hermione met Harry’s grinning one.
“What?” she asked, feeling both vulnerable and exhilarated.
February 2, 2025 at 4:59 AM
She grabbed the fabric of his knit sweater, tugging him closer.
When they pulled away, Hermione met Harry’s grinning one.
“What?” she asked, feeling both vulnerable and exhilarated.
When they pulled away, Hermione met Harry’s grinning one.
“What?” she asked, feeling both vulnerable and exhilarated.
“I’m going to kiss you,” he whispered, their lips a hair’s breadth apart. “If you don’t want me to, tell me now.”
Instead of answering, Hermione closed the gap, pressing her lips to his.
The moment their lips met, warmth flooded her, her senses alight.
Instead of answering, Hermione closed the gap, pressing her lips to his.
The moment their lips met, warmth flooded her, her senses alight.
February 2, 2025 at 4:59 AM
“I’m going to kiss you,” he whispered, their lips a hair’s breadth apart. “If you don’t want me to, tell me now.”
Instead of answering, Hermione closed the gap, pressing her lips to his.
The moment their lips met, warmth flooded her, her senses alight.
Instead of answering, Hermione closed the gap, pressing her lips to his.
The moment their lips met, warmth flooded her, her senses alight.
He reached up and tucked the rogue curl behind her ear.
“It’s how I feel when I see you each morning,” he murmured. “All this because my heart, which I had once thought dead, was only sleeping.”
She sucked in a breath, her heart skipping a beat.
“It’s how I feel when I see you each morning,” he murmured. “All this because my heart, which I had once thought dead, was only sleeping.”
She sucked in a breath, her heart skipping a beat.
February 2, 2025 at 4:59 AM
He reached up and tucked the rogue curl behind her ear.
“It’s how I feel when I see you each morning,” he murmured. “All this because my heart, which I had once thought dead, was only sleeping.”
She sucked in a breath, her heart skipping a beat.
“It’s how I feel when I see you each morning,” he murmured. “All this because my heart, which I had once thought dead, was only sleeping.”
She sucked in a breath, her heart skipping a beat.
“I was reading my book,” he said, emphasizing the word with a teasing lilt, “and this quote made me think about you.”
He was so much closer now. She could smell the warm, cedarwood scent of him.
“What was the quote?” she whispered.
He was so much closer now. She could smell the warm, cedarwood scent of him.
“What was the quote?” she whispered.
February 2, 2025 at 4:59 AM
“I was reading my book,” he said, emphasizing the word with a teasing lilt, “and this quote made me think about you.”
He was so much closer now. She could smell the warm, cedarwood scent of him.
“What was the quote?” she whispered.
He was so much closer now. She could smell the warm, cedarwood scent of him.
“What was the quote?” she whispered.
A grin spread across Harry’s face. He took a small step closer.
“You like that I read?”
“You like my dirty chai!” Hermione shot back.
Harry raised his eyebrows, amused. Her cheeks burned, but she bit her lip, trying to suppress a grin.
“You like that I read?”
“You like my dirty chai!” Hermione shot back.
Harry raised his eyebrows, amused. Her cheeks burned, but she bit her lip, trying to suppress a grin.
February 2, 2025 at 4:59 AM
A grin spread across Harry’s face. He took a small step closer.
“You like that I read?”
“You like my dirty chai!” Hermione shot back.
Harry raised his eyebrows, amused. Her cheeks burned, but she bit her lip, trying to suppress a grin.
“You like that I read?”
“You like my dirty chai!” Hermione shot back.
Harry raised his eyebrows, amused. Her cheeks burned, but she bit her lip, trying to suppress a grin.
“The cup,” she clarified, tucking a curl behind her ear. “The one I spilled on you. I wrote my number on it because I like you. I wanted -I want to get to know you. You’re kind. You always let me ramble. And you read—I mean, well, you don’t read stupid books. They’re good ones. And-and I like that.”
February 2, 2025 at 4:59 AM
“The cup,” she clarified, tucking a curl behind her ear. “The one I spilled on you. I wrote my number on it because I like you. I wanted -I want to get to know you. You’re kind. You always let me ramble. And you read—I mean, well, you don’t read stupid books. They’re good ones. And-and I like that.”
“You’re like sunshine. You brighten my day, and it gives me a high that not even caffeine can give me. So, I come in every day to work up the courage to talk to you.”
Hermione swallowed.
“I wrote my number on your cup.”
Harry looked startled. “What?”
Hermione swallowed.
“I wrote my number on your cup.”
Harry looked startled. “What?”
February 2, 2025 at 4:59 AM
“You’re like sunshine. You brighten my day, and it gives me a high that not even caffeine can give me. So, I come in every day to work up the courage to talk to you.”
Hermione swallowed.
“I wrote my number on your cup.”
Harry looked startled. “What?”
Hermione swallowed.
“I wrote my number on your cup.”
Harry looked startled. “What?”
“And I come into the shop every day because I like talking to you. I mean, the chai you make is bloody good, but it’s you.” He hesitated, then went on, voice steady but nervous.
February 2, 2025 at 4:59 AM
“And I come into the shop every day because I like talking to you. I mean, the chai you make is bloody good, but it’s you.” He hesitated, then went on, voice steady but nervous.
They stared at each other, an awkward silence settling between them.
Harry’s eyes widened slightly, and then he spoke.
“I like you,” he blurted.
Hermione blinked.
Harry’s eyes widened slightly, and then he spoke.
“I like you,” he blurted.
Hermione blinked.
February 2, 2025 at 4:59 AM
They stared at each other, an awkward silence settling between them.
Harry’s eyes widened slightly, and then he spoke.
“I like you,” he blurted.
Hermione blinked.
Harry’s eyes widened slightly, and then he spoke.
“I like you,” he blurted.
Hermione blinked.
“Oh! I’m so sorry! I can make you another—”
“No!” He raised a hand, then immediately dropped it to scratch the back of his head. “I mean, that’s not why I came back here. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Oh.”
“No!” He raised a hand, then immediately dropped it to scratch the back of his head. “I mean, that’s not why I came back here. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Oh.”
February 2, 2025 at 4:59 AM
“Oh! I’m so sorry! I can make you another—”
“No!” He raised a hand, then immediately dropped it to scratch the back of his head. “I mean, that’s not why I came back here. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Oh.”
“No!” He raised a hand, then immediately dropped it to scratch the back of his head. “I mean, that’s not why I came back here. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Oh.”
Harry stood at the doorway, a nervous expression on his face.
Oh, if she were a witch, she would cast a spell to make herself disappear. Or better yet, a memory charm on him.
“Hi,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Susan let me in. I just wanted to check—”
Oh, if she were a witch, she would cast a spell to make herself disappear. Or better yet, a memory charm on him.
“Hi,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Susan let me in. I just wanted to check—”
February 2, 2025 at 4:59 AM
Harry stood at the doorway, a nervous expression on his face.
Oh, if she were a witch, she would cast a spell to make herself disappear. Or better yet, a memory charm on him.
“Hi,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Susan let me in. I just wanted to check—”
Oh, if she were a witch, she would cast a spell to make herself disappear. Or better yet, a memory charm on him.
“Hi,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Susan let me in. I just wanted to check—”