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
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
Rose- ScorpiusRose flipped the pages of her book absentmindedly as she sat at a table in the far corner of the library. She was tucked between various shelves, hidden from the view of the hawk-eyed librarian, Madame Pince. Her stomach growled and she closed her book, sighing. She had attempted to smuggle a blueberry muffin from breakfast in to the library but Madame Pince had sniffed it out before she'd barely crossed the threshold.Rose- Scorpius5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now, leaning back in her chair she let her hair fall out behind her. The bushy curls of her mother combined with the flaming red locks of her father always left quite an impression. But now, with no one around to see them, they merely hung there like hair often does. Rose sat forward on her chair and rest her head on her arms. She closed her eyes and waited a few more minutes before she felt arms snake around her from behind. She jumped slightly and turned around in her seat.
"What?" The boy who stood behind her now raised an eyebrow, "Were you expecting someone else?" H
One-shot: 500 Days of Wedding500 Days of WeddingOne-shot: 500 Days of Wedding3 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
I Choose YouI get it. You choose him.I Choose You7 years ago in Romance More Like This
Hermione had never heard Ron say something so untrue. As she ran out into the night after him, screaming his name, all she wanted to do was tell Ron that she did choose him. She always had.
This memory came to Hermione as she lay in her bed, with Ron snoring loudly beside her. The sun was beginning to peek through the blinds of the window, and the room was slowly bathed in golden light.
As she continued to watch Ron sleeping, even more memories came flooding into her mind to complement the one from the Horcrux hunt.
She was in fourth year, and she was standing at opposite sides of the common room from Ron. Both of them were extremely angry...
"How can you have gone to the ball with that git Krum? Ron was shouting at her.
Well, if you dont like it, you know what the solution is, dont you? It was naïve to the point of foolishness for her to believe that Ron actually did know what the solution was, but she shouted it a
Blood and Ink"Ron. Why are you doing this?" Hermione sighed.Blood and Ink3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I figured I should get like a memory for all this. Y'know, like a piece of history," Ron smiled.
She sighed heavily. "What? Our faces plastered everywhere and interviews every five seconds aren't enough for you?"
Ron shook his head slightly and laughed. She didn't understand. He wasn't doing it for the memory of it. He was doing it in honor of her. Ron sat down in the chair and held out his left arm. The artist prepped his forearm and asked, "Where do you want it mate?"
"Right here," Ron said, indicating a line alongside his bright blue vein. The artist laid down the piece of paper, rubbed it firmly on his arm, and peeled it back slowly and evenly.
"But seriously? The Muggle way? I can easily do it with magic if you want it so badly! AND we wouldn't need to pay £30!" Hermione added, "Your mum is gonna kill me for allowing you to do this "
The tattooist loaded his clean needle, held down Ron's arm onto the armrest, and asked, "Y
R and Hr fanfic Like a WhisperAnd I heard it.R and Hr fanfic Like a Whisper4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Your voice, Hermione.
You said my name. Just my name. Like a whisper.
So I took it, clicked it, and this tiny ball of light appeared. And I knew. And sure enough, it floated toward me, the ball of light went right into my chest. Straight through me. Right here. I knew it was going to take me where I needed to go.
Like a Whisper
Nunca pensei um dia chegar
I never thought would come the day
Te ouvir dizer:
That I would hear you say
"Não é por mal
"It's not that I want
Mas vou te fazer chorar
But I'll make you cry
Hoje vou te fazer chorar
Today I'll make you cry
Não tenho muito tempo
Not much time left to me
Tenho medo de ser um só
I'm afraid to be part of the "one"(to be alone)
Tenho medo de ser só um
I'm afraid to be the one
Alguém pra se lembrar
The one to be remembered
Alguém pra se lembrar
Someone to be remembered
Alguém pra se lembrar"
Someone to be remembered"
Faz um tempo eu quis
It's been a while that I
In FaithEven though she'd been craving rest for hours, Hermione couldn't sleep. She tried burying a little further into her cocoon of blankets then, with an angry noise somewhere between a sigh and a snort, threw them off entirely and pushed herself into a sitting position on her bed.In Faith4 years ago in Romance More Like This
She was alone in the dormitory tonight. Parvati, who had a talent for healing, was helping take care of the injured down in the great hall and Lavender, she realised with a sick feeling, would probably be one of her patients. Over the years she hadn't exactly got as close to the other girls as was customary with those sharing a room, but she still always missed them terribly when they weren't around.
She rubbed both hands hard over her face, wondering if she was going to cry again on what should have been a day for celebration, but then mastered herself and gently swung her legs out of bed where a pair of borrowed slippers had been placed by some thoughtful house elf .Hermione tried for a minute to feel some sens
Crazy WomenRon had always assumed that women became crazy at around twelve. About the time they started getting boobs, and about the time he had started noticing their existence. Convenient.Crazy Women4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ginny was the exception to this rule. She had never been crazy. She had been scary, but there was always a reason for her anger. That changed when she got pregnant. Naturally, Ron assumed that this meant she would be normal again after she had the kid. Bad assumption.
Hermione was the very reason he had established this theory in the first place. From the moment he realized what her being a girl meant, he knew she was crazy. To tell the truth, she was so funny when she was mad, that he developed a rather bad habit of pissing her off just to hear her huff "Ronald!" and stomp off.
Rose disproved this theory once and for all.
When she was a baby, she cried for no reason at all.&
TreatsHermione stumbled into her and Ron's flat, her arms full with an assortment of ingredients she had just picked up from the Muggle shop down the street.Treats4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Ron?" she called, hoping to get some help putting down the groceries. No response.
She sighed deeply. Hermione had told Ron to meet her here at noon, as she had a surprise for him. Today was officially three years since their first kiss, and it was a day they had celebrated every year since. It was the closest thing they had to an anniversary, since they really had been an unofficial couple for a year before they shared their first kiss, and it was hard to put a date on when that started.
Hermione kicked the door shut behind her and carefully placed all the bags on the counter. That was the blessing and curse of living in a Muggle neighborhood magic had to be kept indoors at all times. It made things like carrying multiple bags of groceries difficult, but it was also a comfortable reminder of Hermione's life growing up. If her p
Our Rose"Hey, you."Our Rose3 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
One-shot: Three D'sTwenty-first of April. It was funny to think that, two years ago, the date stood as the door to a world of possibilities. One year ago, it meant absolutely nothing. And now it looked like a somewhat terrifying prospect to him.One-shot: Three D's4 years ago in Romance More Like This
'Are you all right, Ron?'
Hermione was looking at him with a concerned expression from across the table. She had a free period after lunch that day, which she usually reserved for a lengthy study session at the library. Resigning that necessary time in her busy schedule to wait with him until he had to re-take the Apparition test was something he deeply thanked her for.
Ron smiled at her.
'Yeah, just remembering.'
'About the last time? Don't think on it, you'll do fine,' Hermione said reassuringly, reaching to squeeze his hand. 'You'd only had minor problems in your previous practise'
'And then I splinched twice,' he reminded her gloomily.
'You can't count those... You were under a lot of pressure... we all were, just in different ways, I suppose.'
BeautifulRon sighed as he stared hard at his reflection in the dusty mirror. His hair seemed to have grown wild overnight. He tried every spell he could think of but nothing seemed to make his hair stay flat. Giving it up as a bad job he straightened his robes and looked at the watch he'd gotten for his seventeenth birthday. She would be here in about an hour.Beautiful3 years ago in Romance More Like This
At a loss for something better to do Ron began pacing back and forth across his room. As he paced, he allowed his thoughts to wander. Unsurprisingly he found his thoughts wandering to Hermione, the girl of his dreams. Smiling slightly, Ron thought about the day he'd asked her out for their first date.
She had been out in the garden; a book lay open across her lap. She had decided to return to Hogwarts to continue her education. Ron had laughed when he first heard, but he knew Hermione needed to complete her schooling for her to be happy. He remembered how the sun had reflected golden rays off her hair; her eyes seemed to sparkle as she ga
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
Blue sweaterA blue sweater.Blue sweater5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There was a misshapen parcel for me at the foot of my bed. 'Mrs and Mr Weasley', it read. I was partly confused, but also incredibly fond of them in that moment. Didn't they know that the reason why I had not visited them for the holidays this year was because I could not stay under the same roof as their youngest son? Didn't they know that he had hurt me as I didn't remember being hurt before? No, of course they didn't know that.
And yet, there was a present from them, with my name, at the foot of my bed. I was confused at the same time because I usually got sweets from Mrs Weasley. Thank goodness those sweets never passed under my parents' noses: their daughter stuffing her mouth with sugar laden foods would have been a torture for a couple of dentists. But this time, it was a misshapen parcel.
A blue sweater. A Weasley sweater.
Why right this year? I felt like they were sort of including me into their family with that gesture. Harry had always got Weasley sweaters fo
Not Just Handsome"Excuse me, I don't like people just because they're handsome!"Not Just Handsome3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ron's following cough of "Lockhart!" did not go unnoticed by Hermione. How ridiculous, she was only thirteen at the time! She liked to think that she'd grown up in two years' time and moved beyond silly crushes on teachers.
And she had moved beyond that! She was quite focused on her schoolwork, unlike a couple of her friends that she could mention. Her classes didn't leave time for her to ogle boys, unlike a couple of her roommates that she could mention. So it was completely ridiculous for Ron to suggest that she liked Cedric Diggory just because he's handsome.
If she was going to be honest with herself, Cedric certainly was good-looking. Strong jawline, nice hair, tall though nothing about his appearance really stood out to her. Yes, he was attractive, but he didn't have that extra something. Hermione didn't know what that something was. Was it charm? No, Cedric certainly w
Hermione's Home A tall, red-headed young man walked up and down the alley, evidently nervous. Rubbing his hand through his hair for the tenth time, he glanced at his watch and bit his lip. It was time; he had to go now if he didn't want to be late, so he turned round the corner and headed to the house. He wasn't quite sure about how he felt: it was the first time he would be meeting Hermione's parents as their official son-in-law. But that wasn't what actually made him so anxious It was the fact he was going to be in her home, her refuge, the place where she had spent her childhood Or maybe it was just the whole situation. Hmph, if Hermione was in his head, she would realize he certainly did not have the emotional range of a teaspoon.Hermione's Home3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He was still analyzing his feelings when he became aware he was already there. Slowly, he went up the steps and just stood in front of the wooden, welcoming door for a few seconds. Finall
Finally, A Proper GoodbyeTeddy fidgeted, unsure of himself. He could feel Victoire's blue eyes on him, but kept his own brown ones on the cobblestones determinedly. He could feel the blush rising to his face and tried to ignore it. He was quite sure that this moment ranked in the Top Five Most Awkward.Finally, A Proper Goodbye4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Merlin, get a hold of yourself.
You're practically family. You're basically her cousin.
But I'm not.
Just look at her.
I have. For a long time.
He tried to say "yes?" but it came out as more of a grunt.
"Are you going to kiss me, or what?"
Pure shock cause his head to snap up so fast his that his neck cracked. She looked part amused, part annoyed, and just a little bit coy.
"You want me to?"
"Oh, for the love of Merlin"
She grabbed the collar of his vest and yanked his face into reach, and she was kissing him, and his arms were around
Sacrifice - tribute to FredA SacrificeSacrifice - tribute to Fred7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She stood in the corner, this perfect bride to be
But all was not perfect for she was not he
It was a secret kept for reasons not sure
But the secret did not mean that he was so pure
He had lost his virginity to the man down the road
Though he was not sober on entering the abode
His eyes once held mischief but now were dimmed by self blame
The hair atop his head was still as red as flame
The freckles on his features were all still in place
They were once mirrored but his special ones face
He bowed to the father and kissed the mothers hand
Wishing he were anywhere but in this broken land
The hills are no longer green, nor the sky blue
But with being a noble there wasnt much he could do
The government was rigged and the police were no help
The slaves were all silent and the stable hands mere whelps
The corridors were damp, the windows cloth clad
Help was absurd for this poor little lad
He was but a noble to be pretty, mighty and high
It was his duty to look fear
Your Surrender"So how about here?"Your Surrender4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Merlin, no!" Lily said exasperatedly as he felt the frustration build in his shoulders.
Their first date was not going as he planned. He had wanted to sweep her off her feet and make her melt at how romantic he was. Though, after she said she didn't want to go to the Three Broomsticks, he had to come up with something new. Snow was beginning to fall around them as he waved at a few mates that were heading over to the Hog's Head.
Turning to look across at Lily, she was staring up at the snow as if she'd been waiting for it. Her deep emerald eyes seemed to sparkle as the snowflakes collected on her eyelashes and throughout her red hair. She looked gorgeous, slightly dusted with shimmering powder as she stuck out her tongue slowly to catch a stray flake. It gave him an idea.
"Stay here, will you? Don't leave, I promise I'll be right back," he put up his hands and grabbed her shoulders as if planting her into the ground. She ki
Through A Mothers EyesIt all started almost 7 years ago, when my youngest son left for Hogwarts. I knew nothing would be the same again. After his first year, he would rant for hours about his newfound friendship with a 'bossy know-it-all' girl. But behind his annoyance filled eyes, something had appeared, like a flower starting to bloom.Through A Mothers Eyes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He fought against his growing feelings for a bushy haired girl as the years slowly passed by. She soon integrated herself into our family, becoming a sister to Ginny and a daughter to me. I continued to look upon their blossoming love and the constant childish bickering, as an act of covering up their feelings. The year of the Yule Ball came, and I prayed that this would be the time that they finally joined together, but it in fact drifted them further apart, and my heart broke for dream that would never come true. Last year, Harry wrote to me and told me about Ron's grilfriend. My eyes welled up at the thought of Hermione's broken heart and part of it being lost with him.
Notes George walked into his bedroom for the first time since the Battle of Hogwarts. He had shared this room with Fred. To avoid the reality of his twin's tragic death he had been sleeping on the sofa in the living room. But it was time to sort out Fred's belongings.Notes3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
George had his eyes closed. He had decided that if he didn't look, he'd wouldn't get overwhelmed with emotion. But He soon came to realise that this wouldn't help. He could still sense Fred in his room. "Damn." George said under his breath as he slowly opened his eyes. A single tear left the corner his right eye. He didn't wipe it away. He just let it slide down the side of his face and roll off his chin.
"Where to start?" George looked around the small, crooked room. He walked over to the window that separates the two single beds and opened it. Only a crack. Fred hated it open all the way. Brought in a breeze, he'd say. "Maybe that'll bring the heat down."
Neville Longbottom's Sorting Ceremony"Longbottom, Neville!" Professor McGonagall called.Neville Longbottom's Sorting Ceremony3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Neville walked shyly down to the three-foot stool in front of the Professors table. He felt incredibly nervous.
When he finally reached Professor McGonagall and the stool, he sat, and he saw momentarily all of the faces in the Great Hall looking at him. He felt the hat being put on his head and slipping to his nose, covering his eyes. The only thing he could see now was the inside of the hat.
"Hmm very interesting " a voice said in his ear. "I have no doubt about you You would give a great Gryffindor."
Gryffindor? Neville thought. I'm not a Gryffindor! I'm not brave I would never be able to put up with the responsibility of being in Gryffindor! I'll just let everybody down I'll let my grandmother down
"Not a Gryffindor? Really? Then where do you think you'd belong?"
Neville was surprised that the hat was actually answering to his thoughts.
He can read my thoughts Err