Disclaimer: Well, I wrote Rowling a letter asking for the rights of Harry Potter, but she wouldn't budge. Yep, no Harry Potter characters for me.

Obliviate!

"And then you just finish with a flourish and say Obliviate!" Remus spoke the incantation clearly and forcefully.

"Wow, thanks Remus. This should come in handy once I move to muggle London. I don't want them to see me performing any magic…. or even hear me just saying random words in Latin." Hermione laughed. "Anyways, I'll see you later!"

Hermione left Remus' flat in a hurry, so she could meet up with Ginny at the Leaky Cauldron. She was already late, but the fact that she was a witch meant she could be there in a split second- traffic or no.

The Leaky Cauldron was bustling with activity when Hermione appeared, but she saw Ginny patiently waiting in a booth. They both hurried to the brick wall and into Diagon Alley to get away from the overwhelming smell of smoke, ale, and the day's special: pasta with newt eyes.

"So what's up with you and Harry?" Hermione questioned slyly."Do you have anything planned for your one-year anniversary?"

"Oh nothing special." Ginny replied tiredly, "Probably just dinner and some time alone."

"Nothing, nothing exciting at all? He hasn't said anything about Paris? I thought he told me that the both of you would be spending the week there, since you rarely get time off from Healer training, and he wanted to see you-"

"PARIS? Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh. PARIS!" Ginny yelled for all the alley to hear.

"Um. I guess I was not suppposed to say anything, but Harry didn't tell me not to tell you. Look, you have to act surpri-" Hermione stuttered before cut off again by the hysterical Ginny.

"PARIS?"

"Ginny, listen to me! Gin! (PARIS?) That's it. Obliviate!" Hermione said the spell and looked expectantly at her friend.

"What was that? I'm so sorry, my mind wandered off there. What were you saying Hermione?" Ginny asked with a glazed look in her eyes.

Nifty! "Oh, we need to purchase some new robes. Mine are getting a bit worn, don't you think?" Hermione replied innocently.

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The chair definitely looked better in the corner. With the way the sun hit it, it should be a nice spot to read. Hermione finished unpacking at her new flat when a knock came from the door.

"Coming! (Alohomora!) Hello, Ron. Thanks for stopping by."

"Nice place you got here, Mione. Not too shabby- not at all." Ron said while he looked around the spacious 2 bedroom flat.

"No, Ronald, it's a nice place we have here." Hermionecorrected. "You are still moving in after Quidditch season, right?"

"Of course, Mione. You couldn't pay me to stay away from you. I love you, remember?" Ron gave her a face.

"Yes."

"And we are getting married in less than a year, remember?"

"Yes."

"So why would you think that I wouldn't be moving in with you the second I am able?"

"Oh,it's nothing. Just Laven-" Hermione began.

"Not this again! I told you I don't have feelings for Lavender! I am marrying you, aren't I?" Ronald exclaimed.

"I know, but since she is a chaser on the team, she gets to see you more than I do! Then there is whatever it was that you felt for her, and she might try something with you, and-"

"Mione! I told you I don't like her. I have told you again and again. Why can't you trust me? I don't like it that you don't trust me, and I don't like it that we are constantly arguing." Ron said, frustrated. "Life should be happy. Voldemort is gone, I'm keeper for the Cannons, I'm marrying you; everything is going right, except this. I just- I need to go think."

"No, Ron, wait. I love you, but I miss you, and I get stressed out, and my mind goes over the possibilities, and I…" A single tear began to make its way down her face.

"I forgive you, Mione. I just have to go take a walk. I'll check back in later, okay?" Ron wiped the tear away with his finger and began to walk to the door.

"Ron, don't leave like this. Oh! Oh! Obliviate!…That's better. Cup of tea, Ronald?" Hermione asked with cheerfulness.

"That would be brilliant. It's a bit chilly out there, did you know? No snow yet, though." Ron shook his head disappointedly.

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"It's so good to see you, Harry. How is auror training going?" Hermione fiddled with her coffee cup.

"Oh, well, it's hard, but not too bad. All those years beating off Voldemort was good training. I am learning many new spells, and more than just a few of them would have been fun to use on the Dursleys." Harry laughed softly as he said the last bit.

"Oh, Harry, don't joke about that, or you could find yourself hearing from the Misuse of Magic Office sooner than you would like." Hermione warned with her best McGonagall face.

"Oh never, Mione, never again."Harry swore with false seriousness."Mafalda owes me a few favors, I think, from saving her boyfriend from those Death Eaters."

"Harry, you defeated one of the greatest dark wizards ever. I am sure everyone owes you a few favors, but enough about that. I wanted to ask you about Kreacher. I know you bound him to live forever in misery in Grimmauld Place, but I was wondering if I could have him at my flat. I know that I am against the imprisonment of house elves, but I hope that I might help him. I think he may be a bit mad, but if I could just use some muggle psychology techniques, then he could sort of rejoin reality. I am sure he is not really all that evil. He just- Harry?"

"Not REALLY all that evil, Hermione. We are talking about the creature that attributed in a large part to my godfather's death! He is the bloody epitome of evil. Seriously, Hermione! I abandoned Grimmauld Place to Kreacher just hoping he could live out his days in misery, alone. Psychology! I can't believe what I am hearing? How could you-"

"Oh bother. Obliviate!… I am really off today. What is wrong with me?" Hermione said to herself.

"Is that what you called me here to answer, Mione?" Harry chuckled. " I'm sure it was all that time in the library. Not enough sunlight in there."

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"Severus. There you are. Here are the potion ingredients that you ordered. Quite the opposite of 2nd year, right?" Hermione said when Severuslifted the heavy boxes from her arms.

"I'm sure I have no idea what you are alluding to."

"Oh, you know," Hermione said absently while she checked the inventory,"that time that I had to go through your personal stores to find the last ingredient for the polyjuice potion and-"

"You WHAT! And what potion did you make? 2nd year!" Snape seethed.

"Ack! Why are you yelling at me? Potion? 2nd year? Bloody Hell! Did I just say that? Why doesn't this surprise me? Obliviate!…Anyway, all of the ingredients for next year should be there, so-" Hermione turned around so Snape could not see the smile on her face.

"That will be all. You may go, Miss Granger- or should I say Mrs. Weasley?" Snape sneered before shutting the door in Hermione's face.

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How many people lost a bit of their memory because of me today? I lost count after the incident in Dumbledore's office. I couldn't very well charm Fawkes though. Was I dreaming or did that phoenix wink at me?

Now I know what Lockhart felt like. Just a simple Obliviate! does the trick. And now I know why not everybody knows the obliviation charm. I should be a responsible person, but here I am, obliviating every person I meet. Imagine if Ron knew how to do it. He would do it wrong, and I would be sitting in the permanent ward in St. Mungo's right now- not a care in the world. That's it. No more obliaviation for me…today. I might need it later for something really important.