Red Green And Gold Chapter OneChapter One: Wise Men Say…Red Green And Gold Chapter One9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
*~*~Two days before graduation~*~*
Hermione Granger gingerly walked into the potions room after hours, her hands thrust in the front pouch of the black Hogwarts hoodie she wore. She looked up from the ground, tossing her bushy pony tail back against her back as she walked to the figure cloaked in black at the head desk. Her black canvas dance shoes barely made a sound as she ascended the single step and walked behind the man at the desk, wrapping her arms around his neck idlely, laying her chin to his shoulder. "It's Saturday…why are you still grading papers?" she whined, turning her head to lay on its cheek as she nuzzled her nose into the man's neck.
He chuckled slightly in his throat, turning his head towards her. "Perhaps because some are not lucky enough to be graduating by the beginning of the week, and thus are not exempt from doing any more paper work."
Hermione raised her head with a mock look of shock. "Severus Snape! How dare you ma
Truth or Dare Chapter OneChapter One: A Dream is a wish.Truth or Dare Chapter One11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Miss Granger, are you quite alright? Miss Granger?" Slowly, Hermione opened here eyes to look up at Professor McGonagall. Her favourite teacher looked worried. Quickly, the seventh year Head Girl apologised.
"Miss Granger, I don't know what's come over you! You've never slept in class before. Maybe you should go to the hospital wing." McGonagall insisted that Ron and Harry escort Hermione to the nurse's wing, since the boys were obviously worried as well.
Once they were out in the hall, Ron took her hand as Harry fell into place on her other side before speaking. "Hey, 'Mione, you ok? McGonagall's right, you've never fallen asleep in class before. Are you sick?"
Releasing her hand, Ron placed his against her forehead, checking for fever. Smiling at her friends' worried expressions, Hermione assured them that she was perfectly fine. "I'm fine you two! I didn't get much sleep last night, that's all." She didn't tell them about the dream she had that had a
The MaskThe Mask11 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Masks are made to hide. But hide what? Why? What does it cause? Perhaps you can find out.
The use of the infamous "Phantom of the Opera" Erik mask was symbolic in itself. In the story, Erik hides behind a white mask to hide his appearance from an accident that scarred him terribly, or in some stories, was born deformed. But teens don't have to have an accident that affects their face to hide. An accident could be anything, ranging from pretending that you are not scared, to mistakes that all teens will face their entire life, such as sex, drugs, and illegal acts. Then, you just pretend like it was never there, and ignore it.
"Numb" a song by Linkin Park in which hiding behind a mask so much, has caused a teenager to go numb from feeling anything and everything around them. Hiding behind a mask for too long can cause this, in ways that some don't expect. Going numb means that it passes through you, because you hide behind a mask, and you no longer have to worry ab
Hp Fanfic: Goodbye To YouHp Fanfic: Goodbye To You9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Title: Goodbye To You
Summery: Graduation day. Hermione wishes it would hurry up and leave her be because Snape's eyes still burn into her soul.
The Gryffindor sat on the front row of chairs, her eyes fixed on the tile flooring. Her face was blank sheet. She could still feel him: his hands roaming over her body, his breath as it tickled the delicate skin of her neck. It hurt to remember those nights. For three years, she had been his; his lover who was at his bidding when he wished anything of her. But she couldn't do it anymore. Today was her graduation, and tomorrow she would be heading out into the world. She would no longer be in these sheltering walls, no longer in her familiar dorms…no longer in his arms. She glanced up from the floor, tears welling up inside her eyes. There he stood: unmoved and incapable of anything more than an on-again-off-again relationship. Dumbledore called out her name and she stood. Carefully raising