THE BRIGHTEST WITCH OF THE AGE
By: tweety-src-clt9
Hermione Jean Granger.
My best friend of too many years.
Brightest Witch of the Age. Brains of the Golden Trio. Perfect Prefect. Ultimate Head Girl. Future Minister for Magic.
I could go on and on with the many titles everyone (most especially the Daily Prophet) seemed to spring upon Hermione these days.
As I look at her, chewing on the tip of her quill as she concentrated on revising an essay for a NEWT class that she would surely break academic records in, I sigh.
How can she sit there and study and look so beautiful?
I look around the library and frown at the flock of boys sneaking glances at my best friend.
Why can't we go back to the times when Hermione Granger was just a bushy-haired little thing? At least back then, it was only I who had truly seen how brilliant and amazing she was.
Now, with all these better options available, how could I tell her that I've been in love with her for years and I didn't even know it?
How can I tell her that I want to move our relationship forward?
How can I tell her that I want her to be mine, forever and for always?
"Harry?" Her clear voice that makes my heart flutter is filled with worry.
"Sorry, Hermione – I was just, er – "
"Are you alright?" She frowns.
"Yes, I'm fine. Just the stress of NEWTs 'is all," I shrug.
"Well, I'm confident you'll nail NEWTs, Harry. You didn't put as much effort for OWLs and not to mention Voldemort's presence, and you performed splendidly. You got this in the bag for sure!" Her confidence in me makes me just want to cry. Tears of joy, mind you. What did I ever do to deserve such a brilliant and amazing person in my life?
"Now you're making me worry. What's with the dreamy face?" She was dubious now.
"I – er, I'm just daydreaming about – about me in Auror robes! I bet I'd look bloody good!" I stammered a lame excuse and she snorts.
"Just ask the bloody witch out. Seriously, Harry! You can take your pick of any witch in this castle. With you saving the world, you might be able to fool silly witches into a harem of sorts," she laughs at her own joke. I continue to stare at her and when she notices, she looks away.
"Is there something on my face?" She fidgets.
"No – " I was about to beg on my knees for her to give me a bloody chance to go on a single date with her until Seamus Finnigan approaches our table.
"Hermione, will you please do me the great honor of accompanying me to Hogsmeade next week?" Seamus manages to say without a single stammer. Dammit! I'll hex him in his sleep!
"Oh… Um, okay," Hermione nods.
"Brilliant! I can't wait! Later, Harry," Seamus waves before walking away.
"Harry! What are you doing?!" Hermione exclaims. I gave her a curious look and she points to the quill in my hand.
Oops! I burned the bloody quill because of anger and jealousy.
"Get up, Potter! Let's get you to the hospital wing. It seems your magic is acting up again," Hermione rolls her eyes as she flicks her wand to summon our things before she lets them drop into her beaded purse.
I sigh again. Hermione Granger may be the brightest witch of the age but she is also the densest woman in Britain. Isn't it bloody obvious that I'm damn head over heels crazy in love with her?
A/N: Continue or not?