It was odd that they were more opposite than they were similar. Maybe odd wasn't the right word, but they were the most literal case of opposites attract that Hermione had ever come across. Attract, of course, being in the literal sense…not…not that other sense. Not really.
It was complicated, as usual. They had their moments where they got along and they were kind to one another, but usually they were supportive by pointing out when the other was being idiotic. They showed each other they cared by infuriating each other and forcing them to act. It was silly to pretend it was anything but, and that's where she always got caught up.
"Obviously," she shot back, quirking her own brow. She didn't even have to say that the feeling was mutual. "If it does happen though, promise me you'll try to control it." It, of course, being his rage. She'd seen hints of it when they were young, when he would jump in to chase off the childhood bullies. As they grew she learned it was actually sort of fatal. She refused to be responsible for that, and she refused to let him go that far.
She blinked as he stepped away, tears gone and replaced with a questioning look. 'And just where do you think you're going?' "There are other ways to get a point across without humiliating me. You know that, don't you?" Nevertheless she's less flustered now. "Besides…hate would be a hard thing to accomplish," she added airily. That was much easier to say than 'I could never hate you.' It was also safer; who knew where their friendship would be a year from now? Not even that far. Who know where they'd be even a month out from now? Life as a demigod meant unpredictability.
She took another step forward, still keeping space between them. Her brown eyes were busy staring at him imploringly, definitely curious as to what else he might have to say. "What is it?"
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It was complicated, as usual. They had their moments where they got along and they were kind to one another, but usually they were supportive by pointing out when the other was being idiotic. They showed each other they cared by infuriating each other and forcing them to act. It was silly to pretend it was anything but, and that's where she always got caught up.
"Obviously," she shot back, quirking her own brow. She didn't even have to say that the feeling was mutual. "If it does happen though, promise me you'll try to control it." It, of course, being his rage. She'd seen hints of it when they were young, when he would jump in to chase off the childhood bullies. As they grew she learned it was actually sort of fatal. She refused to be responsible for that, and she refused to let him go that far.
She blinked as he stepped away, tears gone and replaced with a questioning look. 'And just where do you think you're going?' "There are other ways to get a point across without humiliating me. You know that, don't you?" Nevertheless she's less flustered now. "Besides…hate would be a hard thing to accomplish," she added airily. That was much easier to say than 'I could never hate you.' It was also safer; who knew where their friendship would be a year from now? Not even that far. Who know where they'd be even a month out from now? Life as a demigod meant unpredictability.
She took another step forward, still keeping space between them. Her brown eyes were busy staring at him imploringly, definitely curious as to what else he might have to say. "What is it?"