I'm Supposed to Want WHAT?
--by Egon Starcollector
Disclaimer: HP and everything related belong to Joanne Rowling. I'm just borrowing them. ;)
Everyone thinks I fancy Hermione. Everyone who doesn't bother to look, that is.
Yes, I fight with her. Yes, I'm protective of her when someone else picks a fight. What a lot of people seem to choose to overlook is that I treat Ginny the same way--yet no one's insinuated that I want to snog with my sister. Oi! That's gross!
Contrary to popular belief, I feel the same way about Hermione Granger as I do about Virginia Weasely. Herm's my sister, nothing more. It may not be blood, but she's my sister nonetheless. How could I fall in love--gushy, romantic love--with an opinionated know-it-all who's too busy reading to notice what day it is? Not going to happen. I know I can depend on her to back me up--but I also know I can depend on her to put me in my place and drive me absolutely batty, just like my other sister.
And even IF I wanted Hermione as a girlfriend, I could forget it before I even got started. One reason: Harry. I knew in first year those two were made for each other. He always jumped to her defense when I insulted her. She always fussed over him like a mother hen. Hey, Ronald Weasely knows love when he sees it--even if the two parties most concerned haven't figured it out yet.
Frankly, I was starting to think I was going to have to glue their lips together before they got the message. Who would ever have guessed that Snape would have been the one to play matchmaker? He may be obnoxious, but maybe he's not all bad after all.
I can't believe I just said that.
Anyway, a lot of people thought I would be hurt when Harry and Hermione finally got together. Hurt? Relieved is more like it! They were so obviously meant for each other, I was positively dumbstruck that they couldn't see it!
So, in answer to all of the people who thought I'd spend today crying in my butterbeer--bug off! Today is the happiest day of my life, as I can finally refer to my two best friends--the people I've proudly adopted as my brother and sister--as Mr. and Mrs. Harold James Potter.
It's about blinking time.
--by Egon Starcollector
Disclaimer: HP and everything related belong to Joanne Rowling. I'm just borrowing them. ;)
Everyone thinks I fancy Hermione. Everyone who doesn't bother to look, that is.
Yes, I fight with her. Yes, I'm protective of her when someone else picks a fight. What a lot of people seem to choose to overlook is that I treat Ginny the same way--yet no one's insinuated that I want to snog with my sister. Oi! That's gross!
Contrary to popular belief, I feel the same way about Hermione Granger as I do about Virginia Weasely. Herm's my sister, nothing more. It may not be blood, but she's my sister nonetheless. How could I fall in love--gushy, romantic love--with an opinionated know-it-all who's too busy reading to notice what day it is? Not going to happen. I know I can depend on her to back me up--but I also know I can depend on her to put me in my place and drive me absolutely batty, just like my other sister.
And even IF I wanted Hermione as a girlfriend, I could forget it before I even got started. One reason: Harry. I knew in first year those two were made for each other. He always jumped to her defense when I insulted her. She always fussed over him like a mother hen. Hey, Ronald Weasely knows love when he sees it--even if the two parties most concerned haven't figured it out yet.
Frankly, I was starting to think I was going to have to glue their lips together before they got the message. Who would ever have guessed that Snape would have been the one to play matchmaker? He may be obnoxious, but maybe he's not all bad after all.
I can't believe I just said that.
Anyway, a lot of people thought I would be hurt when Harry and Hermione finally got together. Hurt? Relieved is more like it! They were so obviously meant for each other, I was positively dumbstruck that they couldn't see it!
So, in answer to all of the people who thought I'd spend today crying in my butterbeer--bug off! Today is the happiest day of my life, as I can finally refer to my two best friends--the people I've proudly adopted as my brother and sister--as Mr. and Mrs. Harold James Potter.
It's about blinking time.