Oh, What Fragile Lives We Lead
Summary: She was Lavender, the drama queen, divination obsessed witch who knew a little more than she let on. He was Seamus, the Irishman with a heart of gold. How did they get caught up in the war? Set at Hogwarts in the seventh book.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, wish i did. Anyways onwards with the story.
At first it was cute, the way people would chatter about the war. They talked in hushed voices down empty corridors like it was some big secret, like every other Hogwarts pupil wasn't curious, from first years to seventh years, to teachers. Everyone wanted to know what Harry Potter's next big adventure would be. Of course I knew what they were doing, and I knew exactly what they were feeling and why they were feeling it. In fact, I knew a lot of things over my years at Hogwarts, too much probably; the kind of stuff people would want to kill me over if they found out.
But that's just me.
It was adorable, at first, the way Ron and Hermione would dance around each other. They were so different, Ron, with his inferiority complex, and Hermione, with her strive to do well in absolutely everything. The only thing they had in common was their loyalty to Harry Potter.
The whole of Hogwarts knew that some day they would get together, that it was only a question of when and where, and only a question of how.
But we all know how that story ended.
A few misunderstandings, a few people jumping to confusions and a whole lot of broken hearts, lead to the biggest love triangle in Hogwarts History. I don't regret being a part of it though, I was young and naive. I still had so much to learn about love, and still do.
But I'm getting ahead of myself now.
My story doesn't really begin until seventh year, the year when the war was no longer considered 'cute' and discussed in whispers down empty corridors.
That year, all innocence was lost.