the REAL first kiss.The sun shone through the kitchen window pane. Dust particles floated down in the streams of light. He stopped at the kitchen doorway and took a long look at the woman standing in front of him. Her back was turned to him and she was staring out the window to the pastures. She was so motionless; he worried for a split second that a body binding curse had been cast upon her. But then he took a step towards her and the wooden floor creaked beneath him. Her head dropped, and she slowly turned to face him.the REAL first kiss.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He looked at her face. The kind, brown eyes were red and wet. The warm red hair was unkempt. And the lines on her face that told so many stories, stood out more pronounced than ever. The plump womans face broke and she began to sob. He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her. He was so tall that she could rest her head on his chest. He couldnt hear her cries, but he could feel her body heaving as her hands scrambled for a piece of his shirt. He held her tightly until she finall
Precisely their eyesThe delighted squeals that the baby boy made as he watched the chess pieces move drowned the call of 'Daddy!' from his older sister.Precisely their eyes3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ron looked away from his son's happy face at the game of wizarding chess to pay attention to his daughter. She was frowning at him from behind the tall stack of books she was holding.
'Mummy says that is a violent game to teach us,' she said, sounding much like Hermione.
'Oh.' Ron pouted. 'That's a shame; I wanted to teach you, too!'
'Really?' asked Rose, her face lighting up at the prospect.
'Of course, Rosie! Don't worry, I'll talk to Mummy. What's with all the books? Are those the photo albums?' asked Ron, pointing at the tower that threatened to fall down any minute now from her thin arms.
'Mummy said can you help me with homework because she's cooking and doing her work.'
'You want me to help you?'
Rose nodded; Ron took the albums from her hands and, with a wave of his wand, sent the chessboard away to make space for his daughter to sit ne
Broomsticks and Trees"Do you see that one there?"Broomsticks and Trees4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"That one. The one that looks like a broomstick."
"What? That does not look like a broomstick in the slightest, Ron."
"Of course it does!"
"No, looks more like a tree to me."
"No no no, clearly it's a broomstick. Since when are trees triangular at the top?"
"Since I said so."
Ron laughed heartily and rolled on his side to gaze at Hermione.
She was laughing too; her face as bright as the sun that was shining on it. She was stretched out on the grass, her entire body relaxed, soaking up the wonderful summer weather. The breeze travelled up to the top of the hill on which they were reclining. It ruffled her dress and tossed her hair about her face. But she didn't bother trying to fix it: she knew she was fighting a losing battle trying to tame that hair of hers.
Even so, Ron tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear in a romantic gesture. It promptly rebelled, popping right back up to dance across Hermione's forehead. She giggled at Ron's attempt at cut
RoMione-Happily Ever After ch1RoMione-Happily Ever After ch14 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ron and Hermione- Happily Ever After
Chapter1: Morning Sickness
Hermione rolled over in bed, feeling her husband's obvious absense. Before she could process any questions, she felt nauseous, and had no clue why. All Hermione did know was, she had something in her stomach that needed out pronto!
Sprinting to the lavatory, Hermione fell to the tile, leaned over the John, held her hair back, and hurled violently into the bowl. After a few moments of retching, and wonder how she had that much to get rid of in the first place, she vanished her mess, and brushed the horrid taste frm her mouth. Hermione didn't understand why that had suddenly happened, but deciding it wasn't important, waltsed back into the bedroom she shared with Ron and got dressed in a light pink lace and ruffle dress.
On her way out of the room, she spotted a note on the bedside table. Walking back to get it, she read, in Ron's chicken scratch:
Sorry I didn't wake you, you looked li
A Carefree DanceWhen asking your lady to dance, always be sure to make eye contact, smile, and take her hand in yours. Speak clearly and, above all, make her feel like the luckiest girl in the world get a chance to dance with you.A Carefree Dance4 years ago in Romance More Like This
These were the words echoing in Ron's head as he sat in his seat, eager for the wedding ceremony to be over and the reception to begin. He would finally be able to show off more of what he learned from reading Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches and maybe, just maybe, he would sweep Hermione off her feet and they could both forget about the dangers that lay ahead of them. For just a few moments, it would be just them: no Harry, no horcruxes. Simply her hand in his, his arms around her, dancing.
Ron sat through the whole of the wedding ceremony with the thought of asking Hermione to dance on his mind. He had it planned out perfectly — they would go find a table at the reception, Harry would bugger off somewhere, and Ron would be free make eye
Ron- Hermione -Marry MeHermione closed her eyes and let the warm water sliding down her body.Ron- Hermione -Marry Me3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was the second year of her and Ron's relationship and she would give him something special for their anniversary.The outer door opened and Ron brushed all the snow before he closed the door and took off the outer clothes.
"Ron? Is that you?" Hermione's voice was heard from the second floor. Ron smiled. "Who else," he teased.
A smiling little skeptical Hermione walked down the stairs in just a bathrobe. Ron's smile grew larger as he leaned his elbow against the wall so he could study Hermione better. "Wow what is it you intend us to do tonight," his eyes fell down to her waist. Hermione blushed so much that her face was quite pink.
"You are so perverse Ron.Why doesn't guys think of anything else."
Ron grinned as he went and put my arms around her. "You are so beautiful"
"You're probably not going to answer me or ....." Hermione asked
"Nope, but you can give me a welcome home kiss."Hermione rolled her eyes, but lea
WWW Presents: Magic MistletoeHermione's P.O.V.WWW Presents: Magic Mistletoe5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ron was confused. "Why are you smiling like that? And why are we leaving without waiting for Harry?" he asked, in a state of confusion. I smiled back at him as if smiling at a mentally handicapped child.
"Why do you think Cho hung back? And I am smiling because I was RIGHT." I said, walking proudly on and leaving Ron stunned. I stopped after a moment, walked back to him, and glared, although he kept staring into space. Then something seemed to click in his head.
"OH! Why didn't you just say so, then?" he asked, his ears going a lovely shade of red that clashed horribly with his hair.
"Because it was so blatantly obvious, that's why." I snapped, making him glare back at me.
"Well I'm SORRY little miss know-it-all, but not all of us get everything the moment it happens to stroll by!" he yelled back, making me exceptionally mad yet again.
"THAT'S BECAUSE YOU WOULDN'T KNOW IT IF IT DANCED AN IRISH JIG IN FRONT OF YOU AND SLAPPED YOU REPEATEDLY!" I yelled back just as loud
Hp-RHr MeaningfulMeaningful.Hp-RHr Meaningful4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"That first kiss...it's the passionate one. It's the one filled by desire and attraction, and all of that, but the second kiss is rational. You got time to worry, and over analyze and most women...they prefer that first kiss, but I'm partial to the second one because it's about something more. You'll get that second kiss Joey and when you do it'll be great. It'll be real. It'll be meaningful."
-Nina Repeta as Bessie Potter in Dawson's Creek.
It was over, the war had been won. Ron couldn't quite believe the final battle had been won almost a fortnight ago. Voldemort had been defeated, forever gone from their midst. He had been conquered by Harry Potter, the boy who lived...twice. Ron couldn't stop the small chuckle that escaped his lips at that thought. Yes, Harry had forever banished the Dark Lord from their world and gained new levels of fame right with it but to Ron, he would always be Harry, his best friend since he was eleven years old when he met him on t
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
Damned PromisesHe could be at home listening to what would probably pan out to be the most important game of the Quidditch season. He could be working on his new motorcycle. Hell, it was 1:00, he could probably be at the bar already. Surely there'd be some flock of lonely housewives around that time...Damned Promises4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Instead, Sirius was stuck in the monochrome hospital waiting room, sitting on a hard chair and drinking bitter coffee from a styrofoam cup, listening to the wails of pregnant women, the woes of expectant fathers and whines of newborn children. He made no attempt to hide his distaste, punctuating every second breath with an impatient huff or mumble.
"Padfoot!" Remus hissed sharply in reprimand as Sirius' moans grew too loud and drew attention.
Sirius sighed and straightened up in the horrid, cold chair, as he found that he'd been slowly sinking lower with every second. He rubbed his eyes and slumped forward, resting his elbow on his knee and his chin on his hand. Remus chuckled quietly to
teddy's hogwarts letterteddy's hogwarts letter3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. ~From a headstone in Ireland
Teddy came through the door in a rush, his letter gripped in his hand.
"I got it! I got it!" he said, doing a jump in the air.
Harry and Ginny were at the breakfast table with Gran, and in seconds their faces split into giant grins. James let out a roar of approval. Lily, covered in jam, giggled and clapped from her high chair, thoroughly amused by all the sounds coming from her brother.
"He got what?" Al asked.
"His Hogwarts letter!"
Al quietly smiled. Even at three he knew it was something good.
"I'm so proud of you, Teddy," said Gran, dabbing at her eyes with a napkin.
"Me too," said Harry, giving Teddy a warm smile.
Teddy suddenly felt his smile begin to fade. His hand went to the back of his head as he looked at the ground.
"What is it?" asked Ginny.
"I just... I wish my mum and dad could be here, you know?"
"They are," said Gran giving a gesture around them.
"Yeah, you kn
Surprise for Lexxa24Surprise for Lexxa244 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
All I want for christmas is you. <3
I've been at the Burrow for about four days: today was December 24th, which meant it was also my birthday and Christmas at the same time. Sure, Christmas was the 25th, but we celebrate it at midnight on the 24th. Anyhow, we celebrated my birthday yesterday because today we knew we would be really occupied. It was really great, though, but I had a feeling the Christmas party would be even greater.
I was really happy to be here, I got to admit. I wasn't sure about going in the first place; I knew that Harry and Hermione were also coming to the Burrow for Christmas, so I didn't want to burst in just like that. This year, Fred and George asked Rose and me to come to celebrate Christmas with all their family at the Burrow and I was really excited to go even though I wasn't sure if it was okay with Molly, but George insisted. And of course, I couldn't resist going. Anyhow, I don't regret being here at all. The Weasley family is so nice and re
Ron-Hermione: Merry ChristmasRon, Hermione, and Harry were walking to the lake to relax during the winter break. Ron complained, "Really, Harry, why do we have to hang out at a cold pond on a cold day?" Hermione rolled her eyes and retorted," Well, Ron, if you'd rather go somewhere else than do it and stop bothering us!" Harry grinned and tried to hold back his laughter as he watched the two young wizards argue. "C'mon guys!" Harry called, "It's not that big of a deal!" They both rolled their eyes. "Whatever!" they said to Harry at the same time. Hermione blushed and looked down, while Ron covered up his embarrassment by running towards the lake while yelling," If we're gonna go, let's go! There's no point in standing around in the cold!" So they ran off toward the pond.Ron-Hermione: Merry Christmas5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Before they knew it, it was Christmas Eve. The three friends were staring out a window, looking at the sky. Hermione gasped an
DistractedHermione was spending Easter Holidays at the Burrow along with her parents. She didn't want to spend Easter away from them, not now that things seemed to be getting back to normal, but she didn't want to spend Easter away from Ron either, so she was ecstatic (and more than a little surprised if she was honest with herself) when her parents agreed with her suggestion to spend Easter at the Burrow.Distracted4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Currently she was cuddled up on the sofa revising for her N.E.W.T.s. Arthur and Molly had taken her parents to Diagon Alley to show them around and would be back in the evening, Harry and Ginny had gone out for a walk, George was at the shop, and Ron was taking a shower.
She was so engrossed in her studying that she didn't hear Ron entering the room, creeping behind her and grabbing the book out of her hands.
"Ron! Firstly, don't do that! You nearly gave me a heart-attack! And secondly, give me my book back!"
"I think you've done enough studying for today Hermione."
She stood and marched over
Oddly Relieved, Chapter 1Ron couldn't believe it. He, Harry, and Hermione had been found by the Snatchers. After evading capture for months, Harry had slipped and said Voldemort's name. At once, the protective charms set up by Hermione were broken.Oddly Relieved, Chapter 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
Many feeble excuses later, he was being dragged by one of the Snatchers through the suffocating darkness, his mouth still bleeding from where Scabior had punched him. The sensation lifted as quickly as it had begun, and Ron, along with the other four captives, was being forcefully led up a long drive that ended in a large iron gate: the Malfoy manor.
The Snatcher that had Apparated with Ron let go of him and strode up to the gate. Ron licked his lips; it seemed the bleeding had slowed. He turned to look at Hermione on Harry's right. Her face was shockingly white, yet determined. It was one of the many things Ron loved about her; how she could show bravery, even in the most dangerous of times.
"How do we get in?" the Snatcher called. "They're locked, Greyback, I can'
My Felix ValentineHermione made her way downstairs, to the Great Hall, rather unwillingly that morning. This year, Valentine's Day was going to be particularly awful, and she knew it.My Felix Valentine4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ginny was sitting at the Gryffindor table when she got there; she was alone and looking prettier than usual.
'Hi, Hermione!' she greeted her, beaming.
'Hi, Ginny. Have plans, I see,' she pointed out, feeling happy for Ginny.
'Well, of course! It's Valentines, after all. Dean and I are going to Hogsmeade together.'
Ginny spotted Hermione's blue mood behind her sincere but faltering smile. 'And... what are you up to today?'
'What would you expect me to do?'
'Oh, I don't know, going on a date with McLaggen?' Ginny asked maliciously.
'Of course. I'll stay here; I've got a thousand of things to do.'
'Don't you want to join us later?'
Ginny seemed resolute against Hermione spending all the day alone. Probably not because she thought she would feel affected by not having a date on Valentine's Day, Hermione was b
Time of Their Lives: EpilogueSix and a Half Years LaterTime of Their Lives: Epilogue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was extremely warm for the first of March. So warm in fact that Harry Potter and Ron Weasley decided they would Apparate to the end of their street and walk home together, as they had done on so many occasion before. They were running late because so many people had been stopping them on the way out of the Ministry to wish Ron a Happy Birthday. He was turning twenty five that day and everyone seemed to be making quite a big deal out of it. They were all supposed to be headed to the Burrow at five o'clock which was the reason Ron and Harry were worried about being late.
"I hope Hermione's not in too bad of a mood when I get home she really doesn't like having to rush around these days " said Ron.
"Well I can't exactly blame her said Harry.
They walked up to Ron's house and sure enough Hermione Weasley was waiting on the front stoop with her arms crossed. She made her way down the front steps and waddled towards them. She could not do much m
Into The ChamberHermione and Ron both sat down as they saw Luna and Harry's retreating backs leave the room of requirement. Ron was deep in thought, his brow furrowing. They needed to figure out how to destroy the horcruxes without the sword. And they needed to actually find the other horcruxes. He ignored the sudden silence in the room. It seemed everyone was thinking hard as well, like him and Hermione. She sat tensely next to him, biting her lip and clutching her bushy hair, as though trying to pull the answers she sought from the curls. Although the whole room seemed lost in thought, he knew only she was concentrating her thoughts on the same solutions he was searching for. He ran over the same facts in his mind.Into The Chamber5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They were at Hogwarts, the sword was gone, the only thing he knew of that could possibly destroy the horcruxes was basilisk venom and he reckoned he'd have a hard time finding that here. After all, the only basilisk he'd ever heard of was
He stood up so suddenly he knocked some peop
Fourteen Months OldThanks so much to my amazing friend Pili204 for her beta work!Fourteen Months Old4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fourteen Months Old
"Ron, what are you staring at?"
Hermione found her husband blocking the entrance to Rose's bedroom. Looking closer, she realized that he was looking pointedly at the bed that was cozily disposed in the center of the room, where candles emulating Hogwarts' Great Hall's ceiling sent beautiful splashes of glow to the multicolored walls.
But their vibrant girl wasn't there tonight. She was spending the night at the Burrow with her devoted grandparents, who were surely granting her every wish. Spoiling Rose was something to be expected when she spent any time there.
"She is all grown up," he said with a crestfallen expression.
"Rose. She is all grown up."
"Love, she is only fourteen months old "
"She doesn't need the bars in her crib anymore. In fact, I think she needs a larger mattress, something more appropriate to her actual size "
"Maybe " S
You Put Your Arms Around Me...Pain, like she'd never felt before.You Put Your Arms Around Me...4 years ago in Romance More Like This
It coursed through her body, coming from the tip of Bellatrix's wand, sending her screaming, begging for it to stop. It was killing her, driving her insane, and she knew if it didn't stop, she'd never see anyone at all again. All she could think of was to answer the questions coming from the darkness, but not give themselves up.
Hermione's screams of, "We found it⎯ we found it⎯ Please! No!" echoed in Malfoy Manor. The simple incantation Crucio was causing her to feel all her bones being snapped, her flesh being torn off her body, her insides being ripped out. It hurt her like nothing else could. But through the agony she could hear her name being yelled, in the only voice that could matter. Ron's.
She held onto his words, knowing it was the only thing that kept her sane. Hopelessly sane, because Hermione knew that they were going to die tonight. They had been caught, with no defenses, no allies, no weapons. And her two best
George attending the funeralGeorge attending the funeral3 years ago in Humor More Like This
George let out a deep sigh.
This is definitely not how he would want to be remembered, for having the most boring funeral known to man.
"He was an outstanding member of this church for over fifteen years. We will all feel his loss long after he is gone."
"I don't think Uncle Bilius ever went to church," whispered Fred.
"This is the worst funeral I've ever been to," George muttered, hanging his head around his knees. Mum had Percy poke his back and they both gave him stern glares so he would sit up 'properly.'
Charlie was asleep with a piece of drool making its way down his chin. Bill was awake, his unfocused gaze settling somewhere around the pretty fiance of their cousin. Ron and Ginny covertly read a comic hidden between them. Fred had his head tilted back, staring at the ceiling with much concentration.
"When I die, I don't want a funeral," he said.
"I don't want one. They're boring, filled with church stuff, and everyone has to dress like a bunch of stuffy berks."
NumbersNumbers. Numbers are everywhere, in every single aspect of our life, even if we don't notice. Our birth dates, our ages, the amount of siblings we have, the amount of children we plan on having. Our address, our phone number, the amount of letters our name has, everything is related to a number, and those numbers always mean something more than we think they do.Numbers3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Hermione Granger has always known this, or at least she has always felt attracted to the somewhat magical essence of these symbols. Since she was a little girl, oblivious to her wizarding nature, she has enjoyed the challenge that working with numbers imply, fascinated by the simple operations that any primary math's professor can teach us.
Growing up didn't change her mind, and Arithmancy became her favourite subject: she could spend hours analyzing digits, adding and multiplying, dividing and adding again. She just felt home with numbers: they are precise and not ambiguous, and Arithmancy is a measurable and scientific method
Our Rose"Hey, you."Our Rose4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ron says this as he walks into Hermione's hospital room, clutching a full cup of tea and handing it to her as he reaches the bed.
"Oh, thank Merlin, this is just what I needed," Hermione says, taking a large sip from the cup. "How's Rosie?"
"She's great," says Ron as he sits down on the bed next to her. "Granddad and Grandma Weasley are fawning over her right now. Those Muggle Healers"
"Yeah, them. They weren't going to let Mum in to see her, saying something about how only the immediate family was allowed in. I think she may have Confunded them, though," Ron says, laughing. "Last I saw, they were wondering around the waiting area, looking a bit lost."
Hermione bites her lip in worry. "Oh, I hope she puts them right, it'd be awful to have a Confunded doctor treating these patients."
Ron grins and kisses Hermione on the forehead. "That's my girl, always worried about something. Come on, you've just given birth! Let someone else worry about the wo
Dates...and stuff.After almost two months of grieving, helping in the reconstruction of Hogwarts, and a journey across the world to help Hermione locate her parents and restore their memories (because there was no way in Hell he was going to let her go through this whole ordeal alone), Ron Weasley was finally going to do it; he was going to finally ask Hermione Granger out on a proper date.Dates...and stuff.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Which seemed like a silly thing to be worried about, considering all the things that happened between them during the last couple of months, but he couldn't help it. They had already kissed (more than once, ha!), and he had asked her to be his girlfriend, to which she had said yes before snogging the daylights out of him.
Deep inside he knew he had nothing to be worried about and that she was not going to reject him, but still he was terrified.
So, here he was, standing in Hermione's parents' garden, some steps away from their front door (Hermione was staying with her parents, trying to repair their relationship