June 3rd, 2014
“How can you let others decide for you?”
“But you see, I’m not sure, Harry. I’m never sure of myself. I don’t know whether I’m as good as they all tell me I am. I wouldn’t admit that to anyone but you. I think it’s because you’re always so sure that I–”
“I didn’t know it before. But it’s because I’ve never believed in God.”
“Come on, talk sense.” Hermione twisted the emerald cuff on her thin wrist.
“Because I love this earth. That’s all I love. I don’t like the shape of things on this earth. I want to change them.”
“For whom?”
“For myself.”
“Kiss me, you fool,” Hermione cried.
Harry did, efficiently. “You don’t have to applaud,” he said. “I don’t expect it.”
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