August 18 th , 2004
It's that article that does it. That stupid interview by some airheaded Prophet that makes him think.
He never knew that her parents were dentists. Or how she and Potter and Weasley first became friends. Or her reaction when she received her Hogwarts letter. Hell, he hadn't even known her middle name until he read it. The article makes him realise that he doesn't know Hermione Granger at all.
So why is he falling in love with her?
It tortures him. He lies awake in his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling while inside, the gears cogs are whirring and turning at break-neck speed.
And then he realises that for some things in life, there never has to be a reason. Some things just are, and although things might have been easier if they weren't, he would hate to have never smelled her cinnamon scent or heard her beautiful voice or felt her lips on his forehead.
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Eyes Open by: orphan_account
Fanfiction[ COMPLETE] Granger corners him one last time, pulling that bloody envelope from her robes. He lets it fall into his open palm. "You know the rules, don't you?" "Only for when I'm at my lowest point," he says. "And after I open it, I go straight to...
