Yesterday's Slug ClubSirius Black was walking along the corridor, talking to Lily. They were not friends but had developed a kind of cold complicity, because Lily absolutely refused to speak to James Potter, and therefore had to address herself to Sirius whenever she wanted to borrow a book, or pass them in the corridors. Somehow, and quite incorrectly, she had identified him as the lesser of the two evils.Yesterday's Slug Club7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Coming to Slughorns drinks, Evans?
Yes. Im just waiting for Margot. Were going together.
Sirius made a face. Youre friends with Holloway?
Lily gave a curious half-smile. Were getting along. Anyway, shes the only Slytherin in our year who hasnt called me a Mudblood. She smiled ruefully, and went on: I would have expected her to be one of two, but as it turns out, its just her.
Well, never suppose she isnt thinking it. Slytherins are all the same.
Theyre not all bad,
GonerOh great. Another Monday morning. Another day of having to listen to my mother bark orders at me in the bakery. Another day of spending all of my time baking bread. Another day- wait a second. I jump out of my bed and throw my fists in the air.Goner4 years ago in Romance More Like This
I can't believe I forgot! I can't believe it's finally here! At long last, the day I've been looking forward to since I've heard of it has come! It's my first day of school! I will no longer be stuck here alone with my parents!
I run over to my dresser and rifle through my drawers of clothes looking for my favorite pair of pants and shirt: jeans shorts and an orange shirt. I've been keeping this outfit hidden away so I couldn't wear it and then dirty it up with flour or other stuff in the bakery. Then I throw open my door and run down the hallway to the staircase, but end up running into my mother.
"Peeta!" she snarls, "Why are you running?!"
I snap back without thinking, "I'm trying to hurry up for my first day of school!" But I realize my mist
Quarter QuellMy metal plate gives a jerk and begins to move slowly up the tube. No turning back now. I can either go along with the plan the rebels created, or die in here. Though the latter would be so much more peaceful on my part, I have to make it out. For her. I have to see her again.Quarter Quell4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I straighten my posture and stance, ball my hands into fists, and hold my chin up. I am going to make it out of this arena. I am going to be a rebel. I am going to help defeat the Capitol.
I'm finally out of the dark tube and I look around at my surrondings. Just as I was told. There's water everywhere. All around the other victors, who may or may not know how to swim. Mostly not. But that what these ridiculous bright purple belts are for.
I look for my charges and see them equidistant from me. Katniss Everdeen, the Mockingjay, is several plates to the right. Peeta Mellark, her boy toy, is about the same amount away, but to the left. She looks alittle shaken, probably never having an oppurtunity to swim in her li
Going Back InIt's sort of pathetic how life can't get much better than it has been lately. No, its totally pathetic.Going Back In4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I mean, a few weeks ago there was that incident in the square. Gale Hawthorne was being whipped for poaching by the New Head Peacekeeper, Thread. He went to give what the old Head a turkey, but was surprised by this new man.
I'm not exactly fond of the guy, but I don't want to see someone Katniss cares for being whipped. And then she dove in and got hit herself. That wasn't pretty. I feel horrible because I should have stopped her. And I tried to get her to leave, but she persisted. As she shoved through that crowd, I sent someone for Haymitch, and who knows what would've happened if he didn't step in. And then there was the Peacekeeper, Darius, laying on the ground unconscious for trying to stop the atrocity.
I've never seen such a punishment before. I was told by my parents of a time when rules were reinforced as harshly as that, but years ago before Katniss, Gale and I were even b
GwL: EnoughYear OneGwL: Enough3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He's not at all scared of her like he expected he would be. In fact, he thinks she's pretty nice; and she has the prettiest eyes.
He's scared, but then so is everyone else. People are being attacked left and right; they say the
Heir of Slytherin is responsible. He knows it's not Harri's doing, but he's still scared. He can tell she is, too; he does his best to make her smile whenever he can. It's not much, but it's the best he can do.
It isn't until Hagrid has carried Draco back up to the castle that he realizes he's gripping her arm.
She smiles at him, assuring him that he has suffered no harm. He doesn't know how to explain that wasn't his concern.
He knows he has no chance. After all, who is he compared to Cedric Diggory? So he savors their first dance together, convincing himself that it is enough to be her friend. It's enough. It's en
Hp-Realization- C 1Hp-Realization- C 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Boys generally start to notice girls in their early teens, around twelve and thirteen. Draco Malfoy had started to notice them more at thirteen. When he was twelve, yes, he understood the concept of girls and found some attractive. At thirteen, he was mentally narrowing them down to categories; Yuck, Okay, Potential, and Yes. No matter who they where, they where placed once he saw them. It was on a Saturday afternoon that he was thinking about one girl in particular, and where to place her. He'd started his categories in the summer, and she had been mentally put under Okay, Yuck for a few days, but Okay at this point. He was shocked at this, but then he realized, she was under it for one reason, her spunk. He liked it, too much.
Him and the other Slytherines where meeting for Quidditch practice this afternoon and he was the first near the area. The Gryffindors where just heading into the changing house to change out of their practice rob
Taking Spinner's EndA fic about young Severus Snape and his mother EileenTaking Spinner's End3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Warnings: Implied violence
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, and I merely play around in it for fun.
"Oh, Tobias, no." Eileen Prince pulled her old, pilly gray cardigan closer around her, as if it could shield her from what her husband was telling her. The small, windowless kitchen seemed even gloomier.
"Little ponce thinks he can talk to me like that? I don't care if he's the boss' son. I told him where he can get off." Tobias was unemployed again. The man was just constitutionally unable to hold his tongue, even when doing so would be in his best interest. He sat on a rickety chair and unlaced his work boots, working hard to focus his eyes. Of course, he hadn't come home straightaway after being sacked. He had to stop at a pub first and down a few shots. That was his way.
Eileen's thick brows drew together as she fretted. The water heater wanted fixing. The roof was l
Next in Line - Chapter 2Next in Line - Chapter 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. J. K. Rowling does.
Next in Line
Chapter 2 - Hogwarts Express
I sat all by myself in one of the compartments, but after a few moments got bored. I decided to go out in search for Rose.
I timidly walked along the corridor, not meeting the eyes of the other students. I glanced into the seats but I couldn't recognize any of the passengers' faces. At length I walked into an empty carriage.
Suddenly, I saw smoke emerge from the glass door of the compartment farthest from me. I cautiously moved closer to investigate.
A pale blond boy about my age lay unconscious on the floor. His face was hidden in thick grey smoke. A ring of flames surrounded him and licked at the edge of his black robe. I pulled at the door but it was locked.
"Help!" I cried out to the empty corridor and hoped that somebody at the next carriage heard me. The metal handle was growing hot from the fire, but I continued tugging it open until it was too hot to hold.
HP-Realization- C 2HP-Realization- C 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Confronting and Plans
The next morning, he got up early. Which he argued with himself, his hair never stayed in place this early. That wasn't the focus. He needed to avoid an arse kicking, by talking to Potter, before the day could really begin. The Great Hall was empty as he planned to walk through to head out to the pitch, and he was shocked to see the raven haired girl, mutilating her eggs. He needed to sound like himself, but still confirm he'd said nothing.
Hey Potter. he said calmly, she stiffened.
What? her voice was cold.
Calm to insult me? he voice almost made him flee.
No, come to tell you something. Ahem. I know what that looked like yesterday. One, I was not spying on you, Flint sent me to shoo you and your mates off. Also to make it perfectly clear, I've told and will tell know one. I will pretend it never happened, if you do. he was confident, that he sounded obnoxious, I don't need
CH9 - The Marauders' ArmyTHE DEATH EATERCH9 - The Marauders' Army4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ch 9 - The Marauders' Army
James Potter had always been fond of theatrics. After all, he'd always loved causing an effect on people, especially if that effect left them gaping for hours while they tried to get into their heads how cool he was. Theatrics always helped with that: they created an atmosphere already ripe with drama and awe for other people to bathe in. That was why he'd chosen one of the unused classrooms high up in the east tower for their first meeting. The cobwebs hanging from the ceiling, the scratches in the desks belonging to students long forgotten and the moonlight seeping in from the windows all contributed to the aura of timelessness and permanency that James had been so eager to convey.
Padfoot had helped him drag the teacher's desk to one of the darkest corners of the classroom, where they were both going to sit. Padfoot had also gone the extra mile in theatrics: instead of torches, he'd
A childhood in seven booksNearly eleven years ago, a little girl hung on her sister's arm, begging to be included in her game. Eventually one of her friends humoured me with the memorable role of "the old woman who lives in the chamber of secrets." It's not a great start to a relationship, but it was a beginning.A childhood in seven books4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A few months later I came home for the first time. Hogwarts with it's ceiling like the night sky , its singing suits of armour and high pointed towers came alive for me as no place on paper has ever done before or since. And in it lived the friends I had never had, the small intelligent girl with bushy hair like mine, the red haired boy who stared and laughed at her and who would one day show us the true power of friendship, and Harry; brave, funny, always fighting to do the right thing.
As they grew and changed and learned to love- I grew with them, shooting up like a star, filled with magic. But I always knew they would beat me to the adult world.
When I was twelve years old, I watched harry grow up,
George's GoodbyeThe night stretched out endlessly, dark and bleak and empty. Georges eyes were heavy with the tears that refused to fall, his features gaunt and emaciated.George's Goodbye7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He had never felt as alone as he did now. As he took in each shuddering breath, he wished that it could be his last; that he could leave behind this brutal world and be with Fred once more. It seemed so wrong that he should be left behind on this barren earth without the brother with whom he had shared a life.
He tried fruitlessly to conjure some happy memory to his mind, but they all seemed to have vanished in the blackness of the night. What was the point anyway? What were memories, when the real Fred was no longer more than a lifeless corpse?
He willed sleep to come. He yearned for a deep, dreamless sleep in which he could escape his torment, if only for a short while, but what little sleep he had managed to gain had been haunted by the image of Freds body lying unmoving on the cool stone ground, his skin cold, his ey
HP-Yule Ball- C 3HP-Yule Ball- C 37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Yule Ball
A Perfect Disaster
Harriet had no idea why she as letting herself go through this torture. Lavender Brown had so often wanted to make over Harriet and Hermione with Parvati's help. Somehow this must have seemed like their only chance. Hermione was loading her hair with sleek-easy's hair tonic. Harriet on the other hand was being forced to put on mascara by Lavender. She liked when Parvati did her hair, but the make up, it was very annoying. Also the fact that her glasses had been confiscated and she was being forced to wear the contacts she never wore. She felt more pain for Hermione, that stuff was rather annoying to put in ones hair.
Draco couldn't believe this, he was going to the yule ball with his rival. Would this mean they where still rivals? He didn't exactly know what was going to change now. He looked around, he had no idea why Crabbe and Goyle had stayed behind for the ball, when they clearly hadn't wanted to. Pansy had gone with Zabini, to Draco's re
Drarry - HateIt was a quiet night at Hogwarts and Harry was heading out to the Quidditch pitch with his broom for a much needed flying session. Potions that day had been particularly brutal; Professor Snape had put them in pairs to brew a nasty potion, and, of course, Harry had been put with Draco. Harry hated being paired with the Slytherin because at least when he didn't have to deal with Draco, he could pretend that he wasn't such a prat. However, Draco was a prat and always ended up screwing things up. Harry sighed as he circled the pitch. Draco also hated Harry, and where there was hate, there was no love.Drarry - Hate3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Or so Harry thought.
HP-Yule Ball- C 2HP-Yule Ball- C 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Yule Ball
The Yule Ball had been announced to everyone in the school now. Draco had a feeling that there would be quite a few guys trying to get to the ball with Harriet. Some guys where truly intimidated by her, but most saw her as a challenge. There where a couple of guys who where and had been interested in her truly. He had spent weeks trying to figure out how to ask her, but then he came to decide, what if she already had a date. Thus began to first plan in action, finding out if she already had a date to the ball. This meant following her around to see her reactions to other guys asking her out. The cockier the guy, the more bitter she became, it amused him a lot.
Hey, Harriet. Do you want to go to...
Potter, how about you an I...
Who you going to the ball with, lovely?
Urck, Not you.
Good response, a little a
The Beginning (For LalaAdanwenB)It was the beginning of everything.The Beginning (For LalaAdanwenB)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Astoria had been standing near the stone bench in the
courtyard, congratulating Cedric with the other Hufflepuffs. But that was only
an excuse. Her real reason for being out in the courtyard, was to watch
Draco discreetly. She had developed an extraordinarily deep crush on the
hansom Slytherin boy. Not that she'd admit it to anyone. She didn't want to be
teased, or worse, have the word spread to Draco, who'd make her life miserable
if he found out he was adored by a Hufflepuff.
So, she had settled herself in the grass, as Draco talked
loudly to his friends, wishing, just for a moment they could forget their
houses and prejudice and talk to one another. Just talk. She didn't want him to
sweep her off her feet and kiss her, (not that she'd say no if it happened).
What she really wanted was to get to know the REAL Draco. Not the one she saw
now, putting on an arrogant show for his friends, but the real boy, behind the
mask. Draco gazed