O' Children

Message to young self; Granger

Message to young self; Granger

Staring at her reflection on the huge silver rimmed full length mirror, Hermione Granger, inhaled a huge and deep breath, hands clutching at a long and huge white lacy cloth, must be her wedding gown. It’s six in the morning of August, in the country inspired home of the Grangers. As she ponders that today is the ‘Big Day’ she couldn’t do anything but to just clutch the cloth very tight. That she could almost tore it. The memory was still fresh as the lilies that encircled her bouquet, the memories of the day she clarified and decided about what she really feels.

<Flash back>

It was Ron Weasley’s 22nd birthday; everyone is in the Burrow, celebrating for Ron, even though still half of them are mourning. Ron is in the middle of his ‘thank you’ speech when Harry Potter arrived late, unusual for him. Hermione’s eyes seems to lit up seeing her raven unruly haired friend, with his ever so beautiful green eyes, and rather cute glasses, and his sexy scar, she almost chuckle at that thought.

“Harry!” She exclaimed, stride towards him and threw her arms on his neck, embracing him with so much force. This simple gesture meant a lot for her, this gestures means; Take me now, let’s get married, I want you, It’s you I love all along, and all those sweet words that only a lover can tell towards the one he or she loves. But in their situation, she couldn’t say it, although she wanted to. She already has a boyfriend, and he already has his girlfriend. And they are supposed to be just ‘best friends.’ 

“Where have you been Harry?” Ginny suddenly pops in, causing for them to break apart. “I’ve been, to nowhere, Happy Birthday Ron!” said Harry, coldly and edgy. He and Ginny had broken up the night before this; everyone in the Burrow knows that, except for Hermione.

“Hey, mate, so glad you came.” Ron said, taking the Muggle wine from Harry’s hands. Much to Hermione’s dismay, No one, even Mrs. Weasley, had greeted Harry except for them three.

But then Bill and Fleur took turns to hug him. She almost sighed.

At dinner, Hermione sat across Harry, and beside Ron, next to Fleur. She couldn’t help herself but to just take million of glimpses towards Harry, she decided, tonight, she’ll talk to him; she’ll confess her true feelings for him. She couldn’t wait for this bloody dinner to end.

After the ‘bloody’ silent dinner, Ron cleared his throat and asks everyone to follow him at the living room, everyone does, but he frowned when he notices that Harry and Hermione walked together, they’re last to enter the small living room of the Burrow.   

“After so many years, the studies at Hogwarts, the war, my friends, Harry, mum, dad, my brothers, and my little sister. I’m so happy to say to all of you, that. I Ronald Bilius Weasley, have found my one and only, the girl that I will love, for the rest of my lives-,”

Harry’s eyes and ears perks up, he knows what will comes next. He doesn’t know what to do. In his brain, he’s freaking out. What if she says yes? What if...

“Hermione Granger, will you, will you-, Will you marry me?”

That bloody question, the question that can cause the death of Harry James Potter.

All of the red head’s lips curl into a happy smile, waiting for the answer.

Hermione scanned the sea of redheads, and found emeralds, the eyes of Harry. In that one look, she already had sent millions of messages. Oh, God. She couldn’t bloody move. She has to do something. She have to, she have to say Yes... or no.

Harry broke the stare, looked down at his feet, accepting his failure. Hermione, misinterpreted that gesture, opened her mouth, and said...

“Yes.” Softly, hesitantly, and regretful, a single tear escaped her guards, a guard that she created just for him, just for Harry Potter. She promised that her tears will only be for Harry.  

Harry suddenly became deaf, well, he just wanted to be deaf, to be blind, to be numb. He doesn’t want to feel anything. He watched, silently and miserably, as Ron hugged Hermione; threw her in his arms and happily kissed her full on the lips.

<End of flash back>

“Hermione? You’re crying, again.” Hermione knew that voice somewhere, Helena Granger, her mother. “Mum, it’s pretty early.” Hermione said, smiling as she wiped her tears.

“You know, you don’t have to show up in that wedding if you don’t want to.” Helena suddenly, said after a moments of silence. As a mother, of course she only wants the best for her daughter.

“I think, I think I’ll have to go.” Hermione whispered. Then she suddenly burst out in tears. She felt sorry for her young self, the bucktooth-bushy haired-know-it-all bookworm, who had a huge secret crush on her best friend, Harry Potter. She felt sorry for that child. She failed to give and make that little girl’s dream come true, the dream to become Mrs. Potter.

O’ Children, forgive her. 

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