A/N: I thought that this would be a cute little story for me to write. I'm obsessed with the movie and thought; this would make a killer Harry Potter story. So here I am writing an awesome idea that came to my mind.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way or form, just like I don't own Sixteen Candles in any way or form.
Sixteen Candles
Summary: No one notices Hermione Granger so when her sixteenth birthday comes she isn't surprised that no one notices. And the only present see receives is a dance with a geek and the love of her life.
Readers Guide:
The Person whose POV it is Thoughts.
Change of POV
Chapter 1: Forgotten
Hermione POV
I woke up early on the day of my birthday and watched the sun enter my room through the window. I wasn't planning on anyone besides my parents or my friend Lavender to remember that it was my birthday. Usually a kid wakes up on there birthday to presents on the end of there bed but there wasn't any on mine.
I quickly changed and thought that my present and card would come with the morning owls. I grabbed my potions and DADA book as I made my way down to the Great Hall. As I walked along I noticed all the kids going about their daily business, not noticing that as they speak, I am turning sixteen years old.
I arrive at the Gryffindor table and sat down near the end, helping myself to a cup of coffee and a bagel. I began spreading it with cream cheese as Lavender walked in with her bag over her shoulder. She sat down opposite of me and poured herself a glass of orange juice.
"Happy Birthday." She smiled.
"Thanks." I said as she handed me a small present from her bag. I was about to unwrap it when he walked in. Even in his school clothes he looked drop dead gorgeous. His untidy jet-black hair went out in every direction possible. His handsome emerald eyes shining in the morning light. I hid my present under the table as he passed us, not even looking my way. He made his way down the table and sat down next to his best friend Ronald Weasley. I kept my eyes on him until I noticed her was sensing me. I looked down at my bagel and continued to spread cream cheese on them.
Is it so cruel for you to have a little secret crush? I mean practically everyone has one, expect if you already have a girlfriend or a boyfriend. But still, I guess staring was allowed. I mean he was in most of my classes. When you are both in the same house and year, it is hard not to be in separate classes unless you are taking a different elective. Lavender has him in her Divination class while I am taking Ancient Ruins. Still, even when he isn't around me I can't stop thinking about him, maybe I should move on. Maybe I should actually fall for a guy I ACTUALLY have a chance with.
"So, in the card you'll find a little survey going around the sixth year girls and I believe it is your turn." Lavender pointed out taking a sip of her juice. I took a bite out of my bagel and took the present out from its hiding place and set it on the table. I put my bagel back down and ripped the paper open to find a small jewelry box and popped it open, inside was a small necklace. It was gold and had a small red rose on a charm hanging.
"Thanks Lavender, it's beautiful. I said snapping it shut and placing it back in my bag and making the wrapper disappear with my wand.
"No problem, I thought it would suit you." Lavender commented.
"Well, I'll do it in History of Magic later this afternoon and pass it back to you." I said opening the card and taking a look at the paper that had been written on.
"Yeah, well gotta go, see you later." Lavender said finishing her juice and taking off for Divination.
I took a sip of my coffee as the morning owl post arrived. My copy of the Daily Prophet came down and I paid the owl and took my newspaper as it flew away. I looked through it and saw nothing interesting. I looked up and saw owls flying every which direction. I looked back over down the table and saw that his girlfriend Cho Chang had joined him and was deep in conversation with a friend right next to him. A small snowy owl landed in front of him with a letter. It was his; I think he calls her 'Hedwig'. That's a pretty name, it suits his owl. I felt my blood begin to boil and Cho put her arm around Harry's waist. I looked back up and saw the remaining owls fly to there owners. None other were coming. I put my coffee back down with a thud on the table.
This was unbelievable. Never in my life have my parents forgotten anything. I mean, Dad once did forget their anniversary. But MUM! This isn't like her, not like her at all. It's my sixteenth birthday for heaven's sake! What was so important to forget about me?
"I can't believe it, they fucking got my birthday."
Sorry for the short chapter. It is only my first and I wanted the plot out there. Tell me if you like it (and hopefully you do!). Well, please review, they will help me greatly.