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FREMIONE PROMPT: Kitten (Thank you, thenephilimhavethephonebox!) 

Hermione hadn’t been acting the same. She’d spent the week giving wan smiles, saying little, retiring to her room early, and taking walks almost daily only to come back with red eyes, which, when brought up, she would brush off with a change of subject. No, Hermione had certainly been acting different, and it didn’t take much prying to figure out why.

When Harry confronted her in the kitchen at breakfast that weekend, she tearfully confessed that she’d found Crookshanks lifeless in the garden after dinner that previous Sunday.

"I didn’t want to say anything. I knew none of you were really fond of him, at least not like I was, and you would all just think that I was being silly, since he was just a cat, but…" Her voice broke. "I suppose I am being silly.” She said softly.

Harry gave her a gentle hug and said, “I’m here if you need anything, all right?”

She nodded and wiped at her eyes. “Thank you, Harry, that’s really very sweet of you - but I’ll be fine. I just need time.”

News of Crookshanks’s death spread quickly throughout the Burrow. Although Hermione had wanted to avoid too much attention, the entire Weasley found the time to separately express their condolences. Even Ron, who had been somewhat cool towards her since their break-up, told her that he’d miss the little guy.

But there was no one more bothered by Hermione’s change in mood than Fred Weasley. The war had been hard on everyone, and Hermione had always been a…beacon. No matter how much it seemed like the world was doomed, she had remained composed, hopeful, and radiant. As long as she was around, Fred was able to believe there was a chance that everything would be okay.   

Once the war ended and the Boy Who Lived reigned once again as the kid who had cheated death, Fred tried to get closer to Hermione. To his (and everyone’s) surprise, Hermione let him. Harry claimed that a few near death experiences had gone to her head, but Fred didn’t care what the reason was. He thought Hermione was bloody brilliant. It was he who had comforted her after her abrupt relationship with Ron came to an equally abrupt stop. She’d showed up at his bedroom door in the middle of the night and, eyeing his messy bedhead and his sleepy expression with slight amusement, she said, “I’m glad I’m me.”

Still unsure of whether he was dreaming or not, Fred yawned, “I’m glad you’re you, too, Hermione, but I don’t think you came barging into my bedroom at one in the morning so we could discuss your unrivaled confidence.”

Ignoring him, she slowly said, “I’m glad that I never let myself depend on somebody so much that I lost myself. I’m glad that I was always able to maintain my own opinions even when nobody agreed with me. I’m glad that I’ve always been my own person, and not anyone else’s.”

Fred hesitated. “You and Ron?”

"Over."

"Who called it?"

"It was mutual."

He looked at her. He had expected her to have tears in her eyes, to be silently breaking down, but she wasn’t. She stood at the foot of his bed, illuminated only by the moonlight filtering through his bedroom window, and the only emotions she wore were a fair amount of pride, just a tad of indignance, and - again - that radiance he’d never seen in anyone else before. No matter what she went through, that flame of hers had never been extinguished.

She was Hermione bloody Granger. She’d defeated Death Eaters without once doubting herself. She’d deflected ‘mudblood’ comments without batting an eye. She had endured a relationship and break-up with Ron Weasley without shedding a tear.

And here she was, so bloody depressed over a damn cat.

It baffled Fred, but he wasn’t about to watch her be defeated. Not after how hard she’d tried to hold herself together for so long. So he tackled this situation the same way he’d tackled everything else - without any thought, just a bit of mischief, and the heart of a Gryffindor.

///

"Oi, Hermione!"

Hermione set her book down in her lap and looked up at the grinning Weasley in front of her with a twinge of annoyance. “I’m reading, Fred.”

Ignoring her, he grinned wider and said, “I got you a present.” He proudly presented a poorly-wrapped box.

"You did?" Her book forgotten, she stood and eyed the box suspiciously. "Is it going to explode?"

"Nope."

"Turn my hair purple?"

"No."

"Make me fall in love?"

He laughed. “Well, no promises, Granger,” He said, smirking.

Still looking skeptical, she gingerly accepted the box and sat cross-legged on the couch. He took the spot next to her and watched excitedly as she popped the lid off the box - and gasped.

"Oh, Fred!" She gushed, lifting the gray and white kitten out of the box carefully. It blinked at Hermione sleepily. "Hello, there," She cooed. "What’s his name?"

"Um, well, you can change it if you’d like, but I’ve been calling him CJ — for Crookshanks Jr."

She held the kitten to her chest and looked at Fred in awe. “Fred - that’s so…” Unable to find an adequate word to describe this gesture, she shook her head and looked back at the kitten, which was now curled up against her arm. She had tears in her eyes, but they were different from the tears she’d been blinking back throughout the entire week. The radiance was coming back.

"So you like it, then?" He asked, grinning hopefully.

Hermione nodded and turned to kiss him on the cheek gratefully, but Fred turned at the last moment, expecting a hug, and she ended up planting it right on his lips.

They both pulled away, the initial shock evident on their faces. Before she could apologize fervently (like he knew she would), he slid his hand to the back of her neck and pressed his lips to hers again. He lingered for a moment, then pulled away as his stomach flip-flopped.

Her eyes fluttered open a moment later and she looked up at him, blush creeping onto her cheeks. “Thank you,” She said softly. “He’s perfect.”

Fred smiled, also slightly embarrassed, but determined to not let it show. “I’ve hated seeing you so down lately, and I thought this might help you. I mean, I’ve missed seeing you smile. We all have.”

Hermione kissed him again, surprising him; she was hesitant at first, but the longer the kiss lasted, the more intense she became, moving her lips in sync with his and running her free hand through his hair. Her hand wound up on his neck and she pulled him towards her, kissed him hard, and then pulled away.

Fred flashed his lopsided grin and snaked his hand around her waist. “If that’s how you’re going to react every time I get you a cat, we might need to get a farm.”  

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10 year old Yemeni girl smiling after she was granted a divorce from her husband- a 30 year old man

Here’s what I found after looking into it. 

Nujood Ali was nine when her parents arranged a marriage to Faez Ali Thamer, a man in his thirties. Regularly beaten by her in-laws and raped by her husband, Ali escaped on April 2, 2008, two months after the wedding.

On the advice of her father’s second wife, she went directly to court to seek a divorce. After waiting for half a day, she was noticed by a judge, Mohammed al-għadha, who gave her refuge. He had both her father and husband taken into custody.

Indeed, publicity surrounding Ali’s case is said to have inspired efforts to annul other child marriages, including that of an 8 year old Saudi girl who was allowed to divorce a middle-aged man in 2009.

BUT In 2013 Ali reported to the media that her father had forced her out of their home and is withholding her money granted by publishers. Her father has also arranged a marriage for her younger sister, Haifa.

I GOT THE INFORMATION FROM THIS WIKI PAGE

Also this girl has her own book

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Fun fact: The actor that played Octavius played him as though he had unrequited love for Jedidiah.

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I think what you’ve all failed to realize is that the cowboy is saying a line from Brokeback Mountain

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