Hermione had always liked names.
Not just love potion; Amortentia.
Not just giant spiders; Acromantulas.
Names gave things meaning. Individuality. Like hers.
Hermione. Not such a common name.
She'd always liked it, though.
It was unique and precise and hard to figure out.
Just like her.
Yes, there could be no confusion when things were properly named.
But He couldn't be mistaken for anyone else. Not him.
Everyone
Knew-who.
His was one name she left unspoken.
A/N Okay, has anyone ever noticed the importance of names in society? Everything has one. We feel slighted when someone forgets our name; and wince at the name of a dearly departed ones. We carve them on our tombstones and sign them on our papers. Names.
Mine is Brie, by the way. I know I SHOULD be working on my other stories, What Happened Underwater and Perfection, as well as some PJO and Merlin fics that are like half done.
And yet… Here you have it. Names. It will probably be one-shots and drabbles and two-or three shots centered around names. And no, it's not Voldemort-centric. Please Review!
-Love, Leviosa
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