Oblivious

MissLinuxthePenguin

Don't you just hate it?

I mean, those people are just so.. darn.. OBLIVIOUS!

MERLIN. Can you be so draft? Is that even humanly possible? Wouldn't they, like, die of starvation or something?

They're all idiots. Even the 'smart ones'. (a/n: COUGHhermioneCOUGH) Idiots.

They just seem to be perfect for each other, you know?

Like the heavenly forces above created them just for each other.

Its obvious that they belong together. That they fancy each other. That without the other, they would be absolutely nothing and lost in the world.

But they can't figure that out!

It's enough to make a single girl scream in frustration!

And I would. If I wasn't in the library. With her just about to stab my guts out with a sharp quill.

A very sharp quill.

REGARDLESS, I still hate them.

Them and their perfectness.

Rawr.

HONESTLY. I want to just go up to them and shout "JUST GO FIND A BROOM CLOSET AND SNOG ALREADY! WE ALL KNOW YOU WANT TO"

Wankers.

Bloody sodding Wankers.

Its not fair.

They've got each other, for merlin's sake!

And they just .. don't care! They just refuse to see what's sitting in front of them!

If they can't even get together and get married and shag and have little baby wankers, then what about the rest of us?

WHAT ABOUT THE HOPELESS SINGLE PEOPLE?

YOU KNOW? Those people who are bound to the single life forev-

"Hi Gin."

"Oh. Er. Hullo Harry."

In a dark corner of a dusty, book-filled library Hermione Granger snorted. A rare incident, no doubt, since she did not snort and usually remained completely silence while in such a sacred place.

Looking up from a worn textbook, Ronald Weasley raised an eyebrow. Hermione, after noting how adorable he looked when he was confused, merely replied,

"Come look what I've found." Holding up a faded piece of parchment with shimmering blue letters.

"Isn't that Ginny's handwri-?"

"Yes, Ron, it is."

Don't you just hate it?

I mean, those people are just so.. darn.. OBLIVIOUS!

MERLIN. Can you be so draft? Is that even humanly possible? Wouldn't they, like, die of starvation or something?...

Chuckling, he grinned at her - his bright blue eyes twinkling. "Never knew Ginny to be a hypocrite."

"Oblivious, that one is."

"Harry?"

"Yes, Gin."

"Why are THOSE people so oblivious ?"

"Who are THOSE people?"

"Honestly, who?"

"Harry, don't play dumb. It doesn't become you."

"Fine."

"Stop rolling your eyes, Ginevra!"

"HARRY! Don't call me that. Ever."

"Or what?"

"Or... I shall inflict pain onto every fiber of your moral being."

"Gin you're scaring me."

"Harry, am I oblivious?"

"Hm... Actually, now that you mention it... I think you are."

I take it back.

Oblivious has its perks.

And its rather .. nice to be oblivious.

Especially when there's someone else for you to be oblivious with.

"Harry, you're oblivious."

"Oh, really now?"

"Yes. Very oblivious."