Oblivious
by Ari-Ana Zanne
Author's notes: ~H~ means Hermione's point of view. -H- means Harry's point of view. -R- means Ron's point of view. The story is in present tense. I will indicate when the flashbacks are. Thoughts will be in singular quotation marks ('), and things that should be italicized, such as incantations and emphatics will be in asterisks (*).
Thank you. And please review so I'll know if my stuff is any good!
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns the characters and the magic, but I own the plot.
Chapter 1: Last Day of School
~H~
Today is the last day of classes for us seventh years. Almost every teacher, excluding Snape, of course, is allowing us to have freetime, to say our goodbyes and enjoy each other's company before graduation, and our leaving Hogwarts. I should be excited about finally starting my life in the wizarding world, living on my own and beginning my career. I've had so many fun, exciting times here at Hogwarts, and I've made so many friends, two of which I hold dear to my heart
Harry Potter, the infamous "Boy-Who-Lived," known by every witch and wizard in the world for defeating the Dark Lord Voldemort, not only when he was a student here at Hogwarts, but when he was only one year old.
And Ron Weasley, the fiery-headed, blue-eyed arachnophobic, the youngest son and second youngest child of the Weasleys, best friend of Harry, who stood by his side through thick and thin and all their many minor and major squabbles . . . my first and only love.
I don't know when I first realized it. It could have been in our first year on the Hogwarts Express when Ron, with a smudge of dirt on his nose, was trying to turn his rat, Scabbers, yellow with a spell his brother George had given him. It could have been in second year when he took the brunt of a spell that he had cast in my defense directed at Malfoy that backfired, which made him burp up slugs for hours. It could have been in third year when we put our differences aside and pulled together to try to save Buckbeak. It could have been in fourth year at the Yule Ball when I caught him, through saddened, jealous eyes, watching Viktor Krum, the Triwizard Tournament champion from Durmstrang, and I dance. It could have been in fifth year when I became fiercely jealous at the news that Ron was going out with Parvati Patil. It could have been in sixth year during our first real kiss. It could have been in seventh year when he risked his life to protect me against Lord Voldemort in the battle that finally rid him of the face of the earth forever.
Whenever it was, I know now that no other man, Muggle or wizard, could ever complete me like Ron does. I know that, no matter what it takes, however long I have to wait and pray, I will end up with him.
-R-
Last day of school! No more McGonagall getting on to Harry and me -- or is it "Harry and I"? I'll ask Hermione later -- for being late; no more Snape breathing down my neck as I sweat over my cauldron; no more Sprout and her nasty bugger Mandrakes; no more Trelawney and her mad death omens! No more books, reports, essays, homework, or teachers!
Sure, I *sound* happy, but I'm not. Even with all those annoyances, plus some, I am going to miss this place. It was here that I found my best friend, here I grew so much closer to my little sister, here I matured from the freckle-faced little first year into what I am today . . . here I discovered the meaning of love.
Love is magical. It can't be summoned by a charm, concocted in a potion, or cast by a spell. At least, not true love. True love is a magic all its own; it takes the two on a roller coster ride through bliss and sorrow, trust and suspicion, excitement and monotony. Love always conquers all. In fact, wasn't it Harry's mum's love that saved him from Quirrell and Voldemort in first year?
There are so many old adages about love, and every single one of them is true:
You do crazy things when you're in love.
You never know what love is until it breaks your heart.
You can't appreciate real love until you've been burned.
You don't know how much something means to you until it's gone.
(Deep stuff, huh? That's what I get for being around Hermione; she's rubbed off on me!)
Sure, she can infuriate me, provoke me, annoy me more than anyone else I know, my family included. But with just a single glance, the softest touch, she can make the whole world disappear; she is the only source of light in the darkness in which I live.
Being friends with Harry has given me so much courage that I'm going to do something really bold.
After graduation, I'm going to ask Hermione Granger to marry me.
by Ari-Ana Zanne
Author's notes: ~H~ means Hermione's point of view. -H- means Harry's point of view. -R- means Ron's point of view. The story is in present tense. I will indicate when the flashbacks are. Thoughts will be in singular quotation marks ('), and things that should be italicized, such as incantations and emphatics will be in asterisks (*).
Thank you. And please review so I'll know if my stuff is any good!
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns the characters and the magic, but I own the plot.
Chapter 1: Last Day of School
~H~
Today is the last day of classes for us seventh years. Almost every teacher, excluding Snape, of course, is allowing us to have freetime, to say our goodbyes and enjoy each other's company before graduation, and our leaving Hogwarts. I should be excited about finally starting my life in the wizarding world, living on my own and beginning my career. I've had so many fun, exciting times here at Hogwarts, and I've made so many friends, two of which I hold dear to my heart
Harry Potter, the infamous "Boy-Who-Lived," known by every witch and wizard in the world for defeating the Dark Lord Voldemort, not only when he was a student here at Hogwarts, but when he was only one year old.
And Ron Weasley, the fiery-headed, blue-eyed arachnophobic, the youngest son and second youngest child of the Weasleys, best friend of Harry, who stood by his side through thick and thin and all their many minor and major squabbles . . . my first and only love.
I don't know when I first realized it. It could have been in our first year on the Hogwarts Express when Ron, with a smudge of dirt on his nose, was trying to turn his rat, Scabbers, yellow with a spell his brother George had given him. It could have been in second year when he took the brunt of a spell that he had cast in my defense directed at Malfoy that backfired, which made him burp up slugs for hours. It could have been in third year when we put our differences aside and pulled together to try to save Buckbeak. It could have been in fourth year at the Yule Ball when I caught him, through saddened, jealous eyes, watching Viktor Krum, the Triwizard Tournament champion from Durmstrang, and I dance. It could have been in fifth year when I became fiercely jealous at the news that Ron was going out with Parvati Patil. It could have been in sixth year during our first real kiss. It could have been in seventh year when he risked his life to protect me against Lord Voldemort in the battle that finally rid him of the face of the earth forever.
Whenever it was, I know now that no other man, Muggle or wizard, could ever complete me like Ron does. I know that, no matter what it takes, however long I have to wait and pray, I will end up with him.
-R-
Last day of school! No more McGonagall getting on to Harry and me -- or is it "Harry and I"? I'll ask Hermione later -- for being late; no more Snape breathing down my neck as I sweat over my cauldron; no more Sprout and her nasty bugger Mandrakes; no more Trelawney and her mad death omens! No more books, reports, essays, homework, or teachers!
Sure, I *sound* happy, but I'm not. Even with all those annoyances, plus some, I am going to miss this place. It was here that I found my best friend, here I grew so much closer to my little sister, here I matured from the freckle-faced little first year into what I am today . . . here I discovered the meaning of love.
Love is magical. It can't be summoned by a charm, concocted in a potion, or cast by a spell. At least, not true love. True love is a magic all its own; it takes the two on a roller coster ride through bliss and sorrow, trust and suspicion, excitement and monotony. Love always conquers all. In fact, wasn't it Harry's mum's love that saved him from Quirrell and Voldemort in first year?
There are so many old adages about love, and every single one of them is true:
You do crazy things when you're in love.
You never know what love is until it breaks your heart.
You can't appreciate real love until you've been burned.
You don't know how much something means to you until it's gone.
(Deep stuff, huh? That's what I get for being around Hermione; she's rubbed off on me!)
Sure, she can infuriate me, provoke me, annoy me more than anyone else I know, my family included. But with just a single glance, the softest touch, she can make the whole world disappear; she is the only source of light in the darkness in which I live.
Being friends with Harry has given me so much courage that I'm going to do something really bold.
After graduation, I'm going to ask Hermione Granger to marry me.