First Christmas"Ron, love, I think it would be better if the tree went in that corner of the room." Hermione pointed across the living room, her bottom lip caught in her teeth with an expression of deep concentration on her face.First Christmas5 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Is this that Muggle Feng Shooey catching up with you again?" Ron asked, moving the tree with his wand and propping it up in the appropriate corner.
"It's Feng Shui, Ron; and no. It's not catching up with me. You of all people should know I like to be organised. I'm Hermione Weasley for goodness sake the world's most organised witch!" She replied in a sarcastic tone, and spun around in a circle, flicking her hair after. Ron chuckled, and patted her head affectionately.
"You are organised. And smart, and beautiful, and kind..." Ron leaned into Hermione, and smiling slightly; he kissed her nose softly.
Hermione giggled; as Ron left the living room to go to the kitchen, she looked around the room, secretly contemplating whether to move the tre
The Scorpion and the RoseThe Scorpion and the Rose6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Scorpion and The Rose
He was dangerous
Their families harbor hatred
but their love may bring them together
He, a scorpion, was not unlike his father
until he found love in the strangest of places.
Finding it among their freckled faces.
She, a rose, was unexposed
until she found him.
And she loved him
And he loved her.
A modern Romeo and Juliet
They lived a happy ever after.
23 ways to annoy Percy Jackson23 ways to annoy Percy Jackson23 ways to annoy Percy Jackson5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
1. Tell him Annabeth fell in love with Luke
2. Tell him that he is really the son of the God of Perfume
3. Call him a Fish Boy
4. Tell him that if most of Poseidon's sons are Cyclopes, then what does that make him?
5. Tell him you think he's emo
6. Tell him that the color blue was replaced by the color pink
7. Tell him Justin Beiber is also the son of Poseidon
8. Sing the song that never ends to him
9. Offer him a clickable ball-point pen
10. Give him a blue drink claiming it's Kool-Aid when it's really wine dyed blue.
11. Whenever you see him fixing his hair call him a Prissy Jackson (or anything along those lines)
12. When you see him riding a Pegasus yell "REAL MEN RIDE PEGASI!"
13. Tell him Grover went emo
14. Whenever he fights a monster sing the Indian Jones theme song
15. Say "your hand is bigger than your face ya know." and when he puts his hand close to his face smack his hand into his nose
16. Say his name is un-manly and that Annabet
GwL: 20 Truths about Harri and Neville20 TruthsGwL: 20 Truths about Harri and Neville4 years ago in Romance More Like This
1. When Neville learns that he will be starting at Hogwarts the same time as the famous Harri Potter, he expects to meet someone on par with Morgan la Fey, Freyja, or Circe He certainly does not expect a small, pale little girl smaller than him, even! looking just as anxious and awestruck as he felt.
2. When Neville tells people his favorite color is green, they always assume it's because of his love for plants. This is not the case.
3. On occasion, Harri likens herself Cinderella, an orphaned girl treated like a servant by her cruel relatives only to be whisked away by her fairy Godmother. To this day she often fears that the clock will soon strike 12 and end the spell, leaving her trapped in her cupboard once again.
4. Neville's dorm mates are unable to understand his melancholy when they learn of his toad Trevor's passing during 5th year. Harri does, however; she is in attendance when the
After the Battle-an HP reunion"After the Battle"...A Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows post-battle reunion sceneAfter the Battle-an HP reunion6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Harry Potters eyes fluttered open slowly. After a dreamless and deep sleep he rubbed his brilliant green eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. He looked around the room, but there was no Ron, Neville, Dean, or Seamus. They must be celebrating, he thought happily. It was done. Over. He lifted a tired hand to his lightning bolt-shaped scar. It no longer burned, and it wouldnt ever again. Harry grinned. He was The Boy Who Lived, and that title meant more than it ever had now. No more nightmares of Voldemorts latest atrocities. No Death Eaters or Snatchers hunting him all over England. No more deaths. No worries of those he loved most being put in danger. Those he loved most. Ron. Hermione. Ginny
Harry leapt out of his four-poster bed and pulled a Mrs.Weasley-made sweater over his messy black hair. He found his glasses on his nightstand and swapped his pajamas for a pair o
At the Beach-Ginny and HarryAt the Beach-Ginny and HarryAt the Beach-Ginny and Harry7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ginny was standing on the boardwalk. Her fire-red hair whipped around her face and her thin white long-sleeved tunic was fluttering haphazardly around her bare legs. The visit to the beach was supposed to be fun. But it was so far turning out to be no fun at all. After having a row over Harry taking up all the bed space, and having efficiently woken up the other couples (Ron and Hermione, and Neville and Luna) Ginny threw the shirt over her underwear and stalked off to the beach.
Leaning over the railing, Ginny took a breath of smoke and blew it away. The curling smoke from the cigarette flew through the air, mixed with the salty ocean breeze, then dissolved. Giving up on the disgusting thing, she threw the cigarette onto the sand. Tears of regret dripped down her face. She had been very short with Harry lately. She walked onto the beach and stood at the waters edge. Cool ocean water rushed up to her feet. Suddenly feet came behind her. Having lived w
Padfoot and Prongs: Moving InPadfoot and Prongs: Moving In3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It had been a long hot day. James's hair stuck to the back of his neck as he walked down the path to the gate in front of his parent's cottage. He leaned over it, sighing, as there was no sign of life moving along the dirt road. The wind was picking up now, rolling across the field that bordered the road, rippling it as though it were a great golden ocean. Dark clouds were appearing on the horizon, framing the gold with dark blue. James looked over into Mrs. Wittle's yard, where the well endowed Mrs. Wittle herself was hastily pulling down her laundry in anticipation of the impending storm. She glanced at the clouds worryingly as she pulled down her last pair of pinstriped knickers, catching James in her eyesight and waving. James waved back, watching as she turned and collected her lawn gnomes and took them inside with her. James turned his attention back to the road, ruffling his hair in the wind. No sign of Sirius yet, but his excitement was mounting as the clouds approached. The da
SheShe's annoying.She4 years ago in Romance More Like This
She's stuck up.
She's a know-it-all.
She needs to sort out her priorities!
6 years later and she's brilliant, wonderful, every other synonym (she taught me that one) of the words. She's talented, although she always was, bright and I can't seem to take my eyes off her.
She's my love, my heart, my deepest desire. And maybe, someday, she'll be my wife just maybe.
I love you, Hermione Granger.
InsidesInsides 004Insides5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Everyone has a security blanket.
When she was five it was a pink baby blanket with white elephants bordering the swatch of cotton.
When she was eleven and had just started her first year at a new school were she knew nobody, otherwise known as Hogwarts, it was a pink ribbon she tied around her wrist. Hidden just under the sleeve of her jumper.
When she was fifteen it was the small plastic boondoggle keychain one of her muggle friends made her at summer camp.
But right now, twelve years after the blanket, six years after the ribbon, and two years after the keychain, her security blanket is right beside her. For she feels safest in his arms.
YearsYearsYears5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
26 years seem like so long ago
26 years ago she had never heard of Hogwarts.
26 years ago she had believed witches and wizards only existed in fairytales.
26 years ago she was 11 years old, she thought she'd be entering secondary school.
26 years ago she was filled with butterflies.
26 years ago she never thought she'd be standing on the platform for the Hogwarts Express, watching her daughter (filled with butterflies of her own) board the crimson train, next to her love (who was currently holding their pouting son).
26 years seemed to fly by.
One-shot: 500 Days of Wedding500 Days of WeddingOne-shot: 500 Days of Wedding4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The window of Ron's bedroom opened, revealing for a moment a full, orange moon, which was almost immediately obscured by the room's owner.
'Ron? What are you doing here?' Hermione exclaimed, sitting up to confirm that she was not dreaming and that her soon-to-be husband was indeed climbing in through the window.
'You're not asleep, good,' Ron said with a grin, finally stepping down and propping his broomstick against the wall.
'I couldn't. But you shouldn't be here, anyway. What do you mean by climbing through people's windows at the dead of the night?'
'All right, first of all, I'm not climbing through people's windows, only yours,' Ron replied, crossing to the bed. 'Second, I thought that if I Apparated, you might jinx the hell out of me.'
'I might,' conceded Hermione.
'And last but not least, I think you staying here is stupid. We've been living together for two years, and if it was just to be prepared for tomorrow, you could Apparate in a second
A Sleepless Night"Daddy?"A Sleepless Night4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The voice came quietly but perfectly audibly through the darkness and Ron sighed slightly as he opened the door to his daughter's bedroom.
"Rosie? what are you still doing up sweetheart?"
In the orange glow of her night lamp, he could just see her peeking out from the top of her bed clothes, a pale little face under her curly mop of red hair, her brown eyes with the wide, glazed look of someone tired beyond sleepiness. They blinked slowly as she answered.
"I couldn't sleep could you tell me a story?"
He sighed again and rubbed a hand exhaustedly over his face, but he knew better than to refuse. If Rose said she couldn't sleep without a story then she couldn't sleep without a story, just lie awake and come down the next morning in an almost hypnotic state that was hard to get her out of.
"Just a short one, then. Do you want anything to drink?"
She considered for a moment, puckering up her eyebrows, biting her lip and looking exactly like her mother for a minute be
Weasley ChristmasWeasley ChristmasWeasley Christmas2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Two years after the war, Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny were still living at the Burrow with Mr & Mrs Weasley. It was currently winter and the snow was so thick and heavy that all magical transport was down for maintenance. Mrs Weasley couldn’t hold her traditional Weasley Christmas dinner much to her disappointment.
A thin lanky man, lay spread out on his Chudley Cannons duvet, his ginger hair swept across the side of his freckled face covering one of his bright blue eyes. A smaller man with messy jet black hair sat spread out on the hard wooden floor below. “I can’t believe its been two years since the war ended,” Ron said in shock “that means…me and… Hermione have been together for two years. That’s crazy.”
“More like eternity, if you ask me,” Harry chuckled standing up and stretching his short arms. He said, “Let’s go see what the girls are up to.”
The two men traipsed slowly dow
The Letters Never SentHermione woke up that Christmas expecting it to be just like any other. Oh, how wrong she was.The Letters Never Sent2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was the winter of their fifth year at Hogwarts, and she and Harry had gone to stay at the Weasleys’ with Ron.
She got out of bed, woke up Ginny, and together they went down to the living room for presents. The house was warm, and the smell of cinnamon and pine enveloped them as they entered the room.
“Finally!” one of the twins yelled. “We were just about to come up there and drag your lazy bums out of bed!”
“Shut it, all of you, and let’s open presents!” The other shouted.
Hermione laughed, having gotten used to the Weasley boys’ excitement over Christmas long ago, and obliged him. She and Ginny sat themselves on the floor in front of the couch, and the presents were handed around.
What followed was a blur of wrapping paper, ribbon, and laughter. Fred and George gave everyone gag gifts, including themselves, which was the cause for mos
DaysDays 007Days5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The days after he left felt like an eternity
Every time the wind blew, causing the tent flap to flutter, her head snapped to the opening of the tent so fast you would have thought she had broken her neck.
Currently she was staring at the large book in her lap, trying desperately to distract her mind from the stabbing pain in her heart. She notices something bright orange out of the corner of her eye. Turning her head, she notices a swatch of fabric underneath the blue sleeping bag on his bunk.
Curiosity got the better of her as she climber out of the chair she was currently sitting on. She threw back the sleeping bag and fought back the tears pooling in her eyes. She ran her fingers down the soft felt, over the CC's of the Chuddly Cannons logo.
Taking a deep breath, she grasped the orange blanket and pulled it from the cot. As she wrapped the swatch of fabric around her shoulders, she was engulfed with his scent. The masculine scent of his shampoo, the woodsy scent of his colo
Too YoungThis is my first Harry Potter Fan fiction.Too Young2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
May 2, 1998
The Battle of Hogwarts
So many lives have been taken, so many people have died. While I'm walking through the corridor I'm looking at all those faces, who have been once full of life. And while as I was walking to my doom I couldn't help but thinking of her. Her beautiful brown eyes, her smile, the way she acts, the way she thinks. I have to fight for her, for a better world. For a world where Voldemort is dead.
I'm in front of him and I still think of her. Moments before I die, I still think about those brown eyes and that red hair. And the kisses we once shared, will she find someone else to make her happy? Will she have a quiet, normal life, with a husband and children? Or will she die fighting like Fred?
"Avada Kedavra" His voice is cold. I see a green light and then nothing.
Someone is next to me, I want to see who it is but i'm so tired. "Is Draco alive
HP:Next Generation 4"God, homework from Professor Bins on the first day back! Can you believe it?"HP:Next Generation 45 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rose Weasley gave a shrug as she awaited one of the moving staircases, leading to the Gryffindor common room.
"It's not like we didn't expect it," Rose sighed, "He's always given us heaps of homework. Bet it's to ruin our social life because he doesn't have one,"
The other girl had a small laugh, nodding her head in approval. "Yeah, but I bet you're going to do it right now, aren't you,"
Rose gave her friend a sarcastic look before stepping out onto the staircase. "Very funny but I actually have plans tonight. I have quiditch trials, remember?"
The girl stared at her with a puzzled look. "But I thought you weren't trying out for the team this year," she said as they made their way toward the portrait of the fat lady.
Rose had been on the Gryffindor quiditch team last year, though not in first year. She'd been persuaded by her father, Ron to try out for chaser. She hadn't been too keen on the idea at first an
Memoirs of a Muggle Born Ch. 1 IntroductionMemoirs of a Muggle Born Ch. 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hello, if you are reading this then you already know who I am. My name Hermione Jean Weasley, formerly Hermione Jean Granger. You may know me as one of the Golden Trio, friend and helper of the famous Harry Potter. You may know me as a famous lawyer who has spent the last thirty years fighting injustice, and has helped re-write the laws concerning house elves, and even more importantly Muggle-borns. You could possibly have heard of me, when I was the first woman ever offered the position of Minister of Magic, a job I turned down. Yet none of these things are wh
Avpm/s limericks :)Lupin got fired, boo hoo,Avpm/s limericks :)3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
He's your Dad's best friend too!
He taughnted Snape,
Called him, 'Sour Grape',
"Who looks stupid now, you do."
Draco was scared of the Potty,
Turned out his dad was Dobby,
It explained his fear,
Elves die every year,
So that's why he's scared of the Potty!
Hermione was a bright young witch,
And Ron used to play Quidditch,
He had pains in his chest,
His heart was a mess,
And it's all her fault, that Bitch...
*EDIT - NEW POEM WRITTEN BY HAYLEY KEATING-MOODIE*
Ginny had a Potter infactuation,
It started at King's Cross Station,
They were togther,
But, turn's out, it was her imagination...
Mischief ManagedDisclaimer: I don't own Harry PotterMischief Managed2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When we were kids
We made made a promise
An unspoken vow
We'd be there for each other
We'd be mischief makers, proud lions
That we would own a joke shop
And that we would grow old together
But here I am
At your funeral
Trying as hard as I can
Not to cry
I talk to you every night
But you can't hear me as you lie on the ground
We promised that we would never cry
If something bad happened to one of us
Your death still hunts me
When that smile left your face
a part of me died
Percy took it the hardest
He thinks it was his fault
I'm trying my best to not give up on life
Because that wouldn't be what you would wanted me to do
I'm going to continue working at the joke shop
But it won't be the same without my best friend, my twin by my side
I'll miss you Fred, a lot
A/N: I would like to thank all of you who read and revi
Memoirs of Muggle Born Ch 2Chapter 2-Memoirs of Muggle Born Ch 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I got ready to begin my second year at Hogwarts with more excitement than I had ever felt in my young lifetime. I had found out I was the top of my class, and I was ecstatic, but even more so I missed Harry and Ron terribly. My parents took me to Diagon Alley and as they were exchanging money I was delighted to see Harry walking towards me with Hagrid, though I was confused as to why he looked so dirty and scruffy. A second later my confusion was cleared when Ron and his entire family came running up in panic, apparently Harry had gotten lost and ended up in a particularly nasty part of Diagon Alley. I remember that the first time I met Ron's family I was extremely nervous. It was the first time I had ever met a friend's family, but they seemed quite nice. They all walked into the bank to take out money and Ron told me to wait there for them, which I did. When they came back Ron, Harry, and I went off on our own, I was so happy to be with my friends again.
We went to Flouris
Memoirs of a Muggleborn Ch 3 Chapter 3Memoirs of a Muggleborn Ch 35 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My summer holidays were quite enjoyable that year. I went with my parents to France and spent hours a day lying on the beach and wandering through open air markets. Ron sent me letters every once in awhile, I couldn't deny that my heart leapt every time I saw their poor old owl Erol passed out on the window sill of my room. No letters from Harry came, and I was beginning to worry, but then Ron told me about a disastrous phone call that he had attempted to make to Harry and I guessed he was probably just forbidden from sending letters by those ghastly relatives of his. The summer ha
Fireplace - (24 days of Romione Drabble)I walk down the stairs in my pyjamas (that are already too short for me) and cast my eyes over the Common Room; it is empty. Silence reigns in the place, except for the soft crackling of the fire, and I quietly approach to the armchair where I left my rucksack. But when I get there, I see her. The Common Room isn't empty.Fireplace - (24 days of Romione Drabble)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Her eyes are closed and her mouth slightly parted; she looks so peaceful. Her cute frown is relaxed now, and I smile when I see the books spread over the floor. She's fallen asleep while she studied. Her bushy mane of brown hair is sprawled across the sofa, the dancing flames from the fireplace make it look almost auburn. The fire has made her blush, too. She's so beautiful.
I get closer to her and take the book that rests on her chest, careful not to wake her. I can hear her soft breathing now. She smiles in dreams and I smile too. I could watch her forever. I wish I could. I wish she knew how I feel. I lean toward her and hesitate for a second, but then I kiss her o
Halloween. Ding donHalloween. Ding don5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Harry did not know what to think, while Ron just laughed for what he said in that moment. Had to be joking about it. Dress with a wedding suit. Of course he was crazy. But well, that was his idea and the only way to get what he craved. And was for that "order" he had made to the costume shop. Especially for her.
Ginny walked around her bed, staring at her costume. Hermione was sitting near the dresser, brushing her hair with patience. Ginny smiled as she looked with desperate to her own costume. A fairy from a fairy tale? Why she just didn't have something better? Oh yeah... it was because in the store, everything was in a big sale and she didn't get something more.
"Hermione, I wanna change my own costume with you. No matter the costume that you have. There's nothing more bad than this one"
Hermione smiled and cocked her head toward the bed. The pink dress with a crown and a wand with a star on top.
"You'll see beautiful on it. In addition, you are the fairy in the Harry's dreams" Her