TeardropsDrew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't seeTeardrops7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
That I want and I' need everything that we should be
I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about
And she's got everything that I have to live without
Hermione Granger stopped at the sound of a ringing laugh coming from the open door.
And then, she says, 'And what do you think I should do about that?' and I told her to shut up and kiss me, and she did! Then Snape found us snogging on the desk.
Hermione pushed open further the door to the library at Grimmauld Place and stepped into the room. Oi, Hermione! Where were you?
Just using the loo, Ron.
Her eyes skidded around the room until they landed on the young man who had been talking before she entered the room. Draco Malfoy. She smiled slightly as she looked at him. It was quite strange to see him lounging so casually with Ron, Harry and George. He had defected from the Death Eaters at the end of the War, in order to save his mother. While
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Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, and I don't do this for any personal gain.
Taking a break from studying for her NEWTs, Hermione went for a stroll through the halls of Hogwarts. Her eyes were caught by a flash of white; an albino ferret was lolloping along beside her. She stopped to look at it, and it stood on its hind legs, looking back. "Aw, aren't you a pretty boy," Hermione cooed as she reached out and stroked its sleek fur, "Who do you belong to?"
The ferret jumped nimbly on her arm, running up to her shoulder and playing with her hair. It dived inside the neckline of her blouse, and Hermione giggled and squirmed when it stuck nose and paws inside her bra. "That tickles!"
"Draco Malfoy, I know you're around here somewhere!" Headmistress McGonagall came charging around a corner, followed by a confused-looking Goyle. "I simply cannot allow this to go on until you are properly and legally registere
Becoming StrangersDramioneBecoming Strangers4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Rating: the lower end of T-- one character abuses alcohol; brief, mild violence
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, and I just play around in it for fun.
"Don't. Say. A. Word," Ron whispered harshly as he sat down. He had just come into potions class, ignoring Slughorn's pointed silence at his late appearance.
Oh, there were a lot of words that Hermione wanted to say. Things like, why did you have to ruin our first Valentine's Day as a couple? Who blacked your eye this time? Or, maybe, are you still drunk from last night, or merely hung over? But she kept her silence. She knew that when Ron was in this state, even an innocent 'Good morning' could set him off.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. The way they had finally come together as boyfriend and girlfriend was something out of the movies--the big kiss in the heat of battle, signaling that there would be a happy ever-after. Ron and Hermione had started plannin
Hermione's Christmas CarolDRAMIONE If you don't like the idea of Draco and Hermione as a couple, just hit the back button, k? People who leave whiny comments because they don't like the pairing (when it's clearly labelled!) are annoying,and will not be responded to. Those of you who think Ron is totally wrong for Hermione, and Astoria WHO?--you're my people XDHermione's Christmas Carol4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, and I just play around in it for fun.
It was the first Christmas Eve after the war. Hermione was overjoyed to be spending it with her parents, who, memories restored, were back from Australia. Around ten, the two glasses of wine she'd drunk had her yawning. "You'd best get to bed," her mother said, "Since you'll be going to the Weasleys so early tomorrow."
The Weasleys liked to begin their Christmas Day at the unholy hour of six in the morning. But Hermione wasn't going to complain. It was her first Christmas as Ron's girlfriend. She wondered what he would give h
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Her screams echoed around the manor once more as Bellatrix Lestrange tortured the bushy haired Gryffindor known to all as Hermione Granger. Tears stained her pale face as they rolled down towards the floor, her body writhing in pain, her heart thudding weakly against her chest. She wanted to give up, to stop this never-ending pain that the mad woman was inflicting upon her.
Hermione had never done anything to harm anyone. She had always been dedicated in educating herself and helping those less fortunate, spending a lot of her free time setting up the S.P.E.W foundation which some found amusing or odd. But Hermione didn't care. She wanted what was best for the Wizarding world. The only problem was, many didn't like her blood status. To them, blood was the most important thing, and to be a Muggle Born witch was an offence to them and their heritage.
"Please" Hermione pleaded, her voice raspy and dry, her eyes squeezed shut as her body struggled under the weight of the insane woma
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"GRANGER!" He shouted.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" We both shouted. His eyes were as stormy as ever.
"Stupid little Mudblood Tramp!"
"Twitchy Arrogant Ferret!"
"ENOUGH!" McGonagall shouted. I stopped. "Both of you detention after class today. I flushed red from anger and embarrassment. Malfoy smirked, flipping his hair out of his eyes. I glared at him and sat down again. He walked back to his seat. My leopard I had been changing was now stone. Not ice. Stone. Failure. Malfoy's was in the same manner, yet he was smirking at me. We hadn't learned ice to stone yet. More importantly, I hadn't learned it yet. 'Why is he still staring at me?' I mentally asked myself. I nudged Harry.
"Huh?" He asked quietly.
"He's doing it again." I said. Harry looked at me.
"Watch out for him. He's been watching you all year."
"What do I do? I have detention with him."
"Keep your wand handy." He said. He turned and glared at Malfoy. Malfoy didn't falter, instead staring
'Harry, you prat'Harry stared at his two best friends with a look of mingled frustration and feeble amusement. They were seated at opposite ends of the table at the Weasleys kitchen, arms crossed, glaring at each other. Rons ears were a shade of the deepest red Harry had ever seen him acquire, and his eyes were narrowed in obvious anger at the girl sitting across from him. Hermione, meanwhile, held his gaze with a cold look, her mouth a thin line on her face.'Harry, you prat'8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Harry was used to their bickering. He always had been, and had come to accept is as a normal thing between them. But after the past few days, he seriously thought he couldnt handle much more of this. It had went from petty arguments from time to time, to daily fights over the silliest things, like the right way to pass the salt, or who got to sit in which chair. At first, he had found it mildly amusing to see them overreact so extravagantly, but after tearing them apart several times, he had begun to get quite annoyed.
And that w
EpiphanySeries: Harry PotterEpiphany6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters.
It hadn't seemed like much more than a purely innocent day, Hermione mused silently to herself as she sat alone in the girl's lavatory, fiddling absentmindedly with her curly cinnamon colored hair. Nothing, she thought, had given her a hint or clue to where the day might lead, and so she had been most confident that it probably would've been an okay day. Yet
As things so happen, that day was by far the least normal of days that she had gotten to be a part of between fights with Voldemort and his legions of Death Eaters. In fact, it was probably the furthermost thing from it.
And it had all started in potions class.
They had clambered in like minstrels at a dirge, dragging their feet toward yet another class in which students would be forced to learn things. Or, at the very least, most of them did. Her closest friends
The Bigger Man - harmony ficAuthor – Chibi/WarlordessThe Bigger Man - harmony fic10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer – I don't own Harry Potter. He is a product of JK Rowling's imagination and for that, I salute and worship her. Just so you know who you're dealing with. Lol.
Summary – Ron's discussion with Harry about how and why Hermione turns the redhead down for a relationship. Uhm, a Harmony fic, I suppose. WRITTEN BEFORE HBP.
Dedication – To my friends and fellow Harmony shippers at The USA, including Chibi-B, Silvie, and PainesSorrow! I love you, gals!
Title – The Bigger Man
"What's your trouble, mate…?" Harry yawned as he scribbled a few notes down onto his parchment, where he was writing an Astronomy essay, noticing Ron's very… Awkward… Expression as he collapsed onto one of the soft armchairs next to the fire.
It was late, probably past midnight, and they had classes tomorrow. Harry hadn't expected anyone to be up save for himself, and he was only in the common room in order to finish some ove
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He watched her put her hand on his best friend's shoulder, smile and wave one last goodbye.
When she turned around, she shook her head with a slight smile on her lips, letting it grow bigger as her face turned up towards him.
"Finally got rid of him." He stared at her eyelashes. Tiny bits of snow was melting on them. It was in her hair too, and her cheeks were flushed. Feeling some kind of deja vu, he nodded, and she hooked her arm to his. Her words suggested she'd somehow known what he was thinking - as usual.
"It's a strange thing, snow. I mean, I know all the science of it of course, but I still haven't found one single book that explains why it looks so tasty." The childrens screams were heard from all the way on the other side of the house. He looked up, took a deep breath and smiled at her.
"Well, Hermione, you've found your man." She swatted his arm playfully, falling into old habits against her better judgement. "I'm serious!" She laughed, letting go of his arm and putting he
StudyingSeries: Harry PotterStudying6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters.
She watches him.
Not because she's forced to. Not because she wants to. It's neither of those really. She just can't help herself sometimes.
She sits there in her favorite chair, a large book propped up against her lap, her eyes just above the pages that usually entices her so. Her fingertips play with the old parchment, dragging the calluses from past reading ventures she had enjoyed against the edges, flicking the pages to each other. The noise quiets her thoughts for the moment, but she doubts that they'll end.
She knows that because she can't stop thinking about him.
Him. He's the boy that is sitting across from her, silent and breathing soft into the crackling atmosphere from the fireplace. He doesn't know things, such as how she regularly is th
The Sorting Ceremony of James PotterJames Potter's Sorting CeremonyThe Sorting Ceremony of James Potter4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Potter James!" Professor Minerva McGonagall called. A thin, tall boy walks his way on full confidence to the head of the Great Hall where the stool is. He sat and the Sorting Hat was then placed on his head.
"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat spoke.
James looked up, his eyes narrowing. "You haven't been on my head for even a minute! Er, I'm really thankful 'coz I don't want any house aside from Gryffindor yes. But can you at least tell me some good points or uhm, so advice maybe? "the young boy said, his face painted with a big smile. He was tilting his head as if he could listen more intently that way.
"A very talented and clever wizard! Oh, but mischievous somehow, yes can be airy indeed. Ha, young man I can't think of any better house to put you in aside from GRYFFINDOR!" the voice shouted and James gave the old ragged hat a big smile.
"Thanks!" he waved and run to the long table of Gryffindor, where his friends Sirius, Remus and Peter are. He sat besi
DW-Sherlock Crossover pt6 Amy stood, frozen in suprise, as Sherlock kissed her, with his hands around her waist. She stood still for a moment and then moved her hands to his hair, entangling them in his black curls.DW-Sherlock Crossover pt64 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sherlock was a good kisser. He didn't just kiss Amy's lips, he kissed her nose, her cheek, just below her eye, her ear. They backed into the wall, Amy pressed onto the space next to the frame of the door. But when he kissed her neck, that was when Amy pushed him away.
"Really like you and all, but I'm moving too quickly?" Amy coloured when he smirked, realizing he was right.
"Well, yes. I'm sorry, I-"
"Don't apologise, it's your right to tell me to stop. Wouldn't push farther than you wanted," he said, messing up his hair. "I won't push too hard, Amy. That's for later." He winked at her, and pulled on his shirt.
Amy turned the colour of a tomato, crossed her ar
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Minerva must have fallen asleep because she was woken up by the sound of something glass hitting the ground.
Shooting up from the chair she grabbed her wand and looked wildly around the room. Still a bit groggy she walked across the room and stood by his bed trying to adjust to the light she cast a simple spell to reignite the fire.
Once she could see at least somewhat she began to examine him. Only to be almost knocked over when his arm shot out and tried to grab the glass of water from the side of the bed, nearly knocking over another one of the potion filled vials.
Minerva quickly caught the vial before turning to Severus.
"Severus, are you finally awake?"
Fevered black eyes stared back at him "no I'm sleeping with my eyes open, it's truly a useful skill." Minerva bristled really did he always have to be so sarcastic? It was fairly off settling.
"How are you feeling?"
Severus glared up at her "fine. Now you can go. Go back to your precious Gryffindor's surely they are lost wi
The Sorting Ceremony of Peter PettigrewPeter Pettigrew's Sorting Hat CeremonyThe Sorting Ceremony of Peter Pettigrew4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Pettigrew Peter!" Professor Minerva McGonagall shouted through the Great Hall. A plump, stout boy made his way to the stool where the old and rugged Sorting Hat laid lazily. The transfiguration professor put the hat into his head, it slipped down his small pointed nose and then the hat began to talk.
"Hmm what a soft young boy. Oh, someone who worshipped his friends! Can't stand on your own eh?"
"Er, what? Are you Mr Hat talking to me? Y-you talk?" Peter whispered, voice shaking, his watery eyes going narrow on the pitch black inside of the hat.
"Of course young man! You have a great deal of weakness and should be careful of opportunities that rose, siding with the strongest and appear to be the winner isn't always the thing one should consider. Time will come and regrets would drive you down. The Hufflepuff House may teach you the value of loyalty so you better be in"
"I-I don't get a thing Mr Hat." He exclaimed before the voic
Broken BondBroken BondBroken Bond4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The night in Aman is deathly still as I am shocked from my sleep by a horrible sensation- a feeling of loss and grief so acute it manifests as a searing physical pain in the core of my body. I am used to waking alone, for I have done so for centuries, but in my strange agony I panic and clutch the sheets as if I expect someone to be there.
As I writhe in anguished confusion in my bed, a memory comes unbidden to my mind.
Not long after we were left alone, I visited my half-sister in law, though I was unsure what words could or should pass between us. We sat at tea in long silence, when suddenly, her eyes went wide and she let out a wretched wail. The cup shattered in her hand and it began to bleed, but when I asked her why she cried, she whispered that she had felt her very heart tear itself from her breast.
Only days later, word came to us from the Valar that Fëanáro was dead.
As my pain resolves itse
The Sorting Ceremony of Remus LupinRemus Lupin's Sorting CeremonyThe Sorting Ceremony of Remus Lupin4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Lupin Remus John!" Professor Minerva McGonagall called; her voice rang through the vast Great Hall. A pale boy with light brown hair slowly made his way to the stool and sat. McGonagall put the Sorting Hat into his head and he shut his eyes for a moment. Inside smells like an old cabinet it reminds him of some wardrobe where bogarts live. Remus had long feared them, well who doesn't? His mind was filled with many random thoughts as he opened his eyes and stared blankly at the black empty space.
"and great mind. You are such a smart boy, also unafraid but a bit off guard. Hmm you tend to keep things by yourself"a voice murmured inside.
"Ah, yes. I'm sorry I wasn't listening and yes, thank you." Remus said as he stared in awe.
"You could do well in Ravenclaw. It can train your mind in better ground!" the voice said again.
"B-but my friends are all confident they'll be in Gryffindor. In fact, one of us already made i
How To: Write a DrarryHow To: Write a Good DrarryHow To: Write a Drarry5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1. Start with them hating each other
2. Put them in a room, all alone (detention or trapped in the Room of Requirement will do)
3. They miraculously become friends for no explained reason
4. Ron gets mad
5. They both realize they love each other, but don't tell each other
6. Ron randomly is no longer angry
7. One of them accidentally tells the other his feelings
8. They end up snogging in a public place that is randomly empty (such as a major hallway, the Quidditch pitch, or the lake)
9. They secretly "see each other" (i.e. have sex) nightly in the Room of Requirement or the Astronomy Tower. Strangely, this does not alter their sleeping patterns
10. Hermione finds out
11. They come out in the Great Hall in a shocking way (walk in holding hands, or randomly start snogging. Snogging is the best option). NOTE: it must be the Great Hall. It can't be an equally crowded place.
12. Everyone is shocked, but eventually they all start applauding, even the
Why do we love LOTR?Why do we love LOTR?4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Why Do We Love the Lord of the Rings?
Have you ever been rambling on about Frodo and Sam's amazing friendship, or Gandalf's awesome sword-fighting moves, or Aragorn's strong need of shampoo to a non-LOTR friend or relative and suddenly been asked 'For crying out LOUD! What is so great about that story anyway???' and you stop. And think about it. And a rush of words and reasons come flooding into your head all at once and you can't make head or tail out of any, so you end up saying something dumb like, 'I dunno' when really you do know, but it's a feeling you just can't explain. Maybe even a stirring of your heart, that makes you long for the goodness and purity of Middle Earth, the honour and justice, the mercy and truth, the self-sacrifice and faith, perserverance in the midst of tragedy, and, perhaps most of all, good fighting against evil, and winning.
As C.S.Lewis once said; ' If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation i
Wills apprenticeWill`s apprenticeWills apprentice4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wake to the sound of screaming. Horrible blood curdling screams mixed with strange war cries and the smell of fire. I blink slowly, trying to process what my senses are telling me. I yawn tiredly, then instantly break into a fit of coughs as I accidentally inhale some of the smoke that was curling up from the crack under my door. Trying not to breathe, I throw the blankets off of myself, scramble out of bed and hurry to the window. My fingers fumble with the latch on the window. Seemingly after an eternity, I managed to get it open, only to find that the window is frozen shut. No! This can`t be happening! I can`t get stuck in here! I don`t want to die! The thoughts of burning to death send pure terror coursing through me, which seemed to give me new strength. I heave as hard as I can against the window. It rattles a little, but sticks. With a cry of frustration, I slam into it again, and this time the window creaks open. I tumble out, right into a snow ba