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
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
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.
I Choose YouI get it. You choose him.I Choose You8 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 Ink4 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
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
Hermione's first kissHermione sat under the tree in the Weasley's backyard, waiting for The rainHermione's first kiss8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
to start falling. For the past hour thunder had been rolling through the skies,
threatining a storm.
"Hermione?" came Ron's voice from the house's backdoor. "What are you
doing out here? It's about to rain!"
He started to run over to where she sat.
"I'm out here to think. I can't stand it in there! It's far to noisy for my
Ron sat down next to her and stretched his legs out.
"You know what? I've allways sorta fancied you." he said.
Hermione was taken aback by this. True, she did find Ron irresitable at times
but this was quite sudden.
"Oh, well, erm, me too." she said, trying her hardest to sound like she had no
idea what he was talking about.
"That's good." Ron said.
"Because I didn't want you to get mad when I did this."
It all happened so quickly: Ron wrapped his arm around her shoulders and
pulled her into him. Before Hermione could blink they were both connected
by the lips in a feirce kiss.
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
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
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.&
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.'
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
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
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
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.Beautiful4 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
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
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 Home4 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
go out with meRon banged his sweaty fist on the door. Better get this over with, he thought to himself. It's been three weeks since the war was over. It's been three weeks since he and Hermione had shared that fateful kiss in the room of requirements. They haven't talked about it of course; not that hermione hadn't wanted to, but there hadn't seemed to be a right time what with all the funerals and the post-war cleaning they had been caught up in. All in all, the past few weeks had been spent trying to mend all that had been broken from homes to hearts. It was going to be a while before everyone started feeling happy or even normal again, but at least the reality that the war against Voldemort had finally been won for good was starting to dawn over everyone and sometimes Ron glimpsed shadows of smiles and eyes getting brighter with each new day of victory. Now that the world has started to move forward again, it was time he did something he realized he should have done years ago; he couldn'tgo out with me4 years ago in Romance More Like This
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 Handsome4 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
Scorpius and RoseRose already knew that it was going to be a long train ride to Hogwarts and she wasn't sure if she was ready. Questions were going through her mind constantly [I]what house will I be in?, will people like me?, and what if I miss home?[/I] She gave her family one last wave goodbye as she saw them slowly grow farther and farther from her. She took one last gulp and dragged her trunk behind her going down the hall, "hello?" she opened the first room she saw and there was a blond boy sitting there looking out the window.Scorpius and Rose7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Remember the words that her father told her about him she gulped, "erm... Sorry..." flushed she turned to close the door, but the boy just looked up at her with big gorgeous blue eyes.
"Oh no please do sit" he said in a soft maturing voice, "I'm Scorpius Malfoy" he motioned to the seat across from him. Thinking it would be rude if she denied his kind gesture she turned around and brought her trunk in and tucked it up on the shelf above her, "Nice to meet you Scorpius I'm R
Rose And ScorpiusRose and ScorpiusRose And Scorpius6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Roses fathers words were still fresh in her head. Dont get too friendly with him, Were the words he spoke about Scorpius Malfoy, the son of her fathers school rival. As she sat in the train compartment with her best friend, Albus Potter, son of the extremely famous Harry Potter, she repeated those words over and over in her head. It was beginning to get dark, and as she had already changed into her school robes, she figured a quick nap couldnt hurt. Just as she was beginning to fall asleep, the door to their compartment slid open. She opened her eyes, and found herself looking straight into the icy blue eyes of Scorpius. His gaze was so intense, it made her blush slightly. He noticed, and turned to look at Albus. I would assume that your Potters son. He stated. Albus nodded and turned to look out of the window. What are you doing here? Albus asked in a rude tone. Scorpius looked momentarily surprised, and the