Chapter 2: Concerning Hobbits
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As Harry lay in bed that night, trying NOT to think about all the hexes he could have used on Hagrid, he thought back to the events of the last two days.
Head boy, what amounted to Auror training and then some from the Headmaster, nearly cursing Hagrid with an Unforgivable for ruining his chances for his first kiss since the end of last term...
All in all, life was good, even if it wasn't exactly what he really wanted.
Being Head Boy didn't mean anything to him, certainly. And after watching Sirius die, his desire to become an auror had been immediately snuffed. The only thing he did want was Hermione. For her, he'd play Head Boy as well as he could. And especially for her, he'd learn as much from Dumbledore as he could so that when the time came, he could defeat the Dark Lord and protect the people he loved.
That's really all that mattered. After that? That was really up to her. He'd be happy to cut ties with the wizarding world, aside from his friends, and find some little house somewhere, but he knew Hermione would never be happy if she couldn't find a job that would keep her up to her eyeballs in magical texts.
Harry sat up in bed as he realized his entire future rested on two fundamental assumptions. The first was that he'd survive the final battle with Lord Voldemort. The second was that Hermione Granger would marry him.
'I'm a little young to be thinking about that, aren't I?' he mused. Of course, age is relative in the Wizarding world. Dumbledore looked half his age and was twice as old as he ought to be. Then there was the fact that Harry had never really had a childhood at all.
Harry'd long since decided not to dwell upon his lost childhood - he had more than enough other bad things to think about. Like the fact that he might not live long enough to even propose, let alone marry the bookish girl of his dreams.
There was a lot to do between now and then, he thought. Finish his new training, snog Hermione, win some Quidditch
matches, pass his NEWTs, snog Hermione some more, graduate, kill a dark lord...
"So much to do, so little time," he thought as he finally fell asleep, dreaming of snogging Hermione.
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