Harry and GinnyIt was just as he'd imagined it. That first time he let his lips touch hers. He had spent lots of time dreaming about it, wondering what it would feel like if he was with Ginny, not Dean. He'd spend his nights thinking about her beauty, how her vibrant red hair was so perfect, how her pale skin was so smooth and pretty. About that flowery smell she carried that made him think of pink, blue, and butterflies. It was so perfect. She was perfect.Harry and Ginny7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
So now they were by the lake during free period, just sitting and talking. Harry had Ginny's hand in his as he spoke. "How's your day been so far?" he asked with mild interest. He asked how her day was every day - sometimes she reported with bad news, and other times she was just in an ecstatic mood. He liked to comfort her when she was doen.
"It's been fine, and you?" she replied, watching Harry play with her long fingers.
"Fine," Harry answered, looking up at the girl he loved. A smile danced on his lips and he leaned forward to pr
Padfoot and Prongs: Moving InPadfoot and Prongs: Moving In4 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
I love you, yes? Ron Weasley woke from his nightmare with a gasp, his pillow soaked with sweat. Hermione stirred next to him and turned over so she was facing him. Her hair was frizzed up again, forming a thin veil over her face. The rest of it was puffed up behind her head.I love you, yes?4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"What's wrong, Ron?" she murmured drowsily.
He gazed at her for a moment, trying to claw his way out of the horror of his dream by seeing her face: unscathed, unharmed, and right there with him.
"Ron?" Her voice was more forceful now and she propped herself up on her arm. "Ron, if you have something to say, spit it out because you're looking at me in a very unnerving way."
Ron smiled. "Um, it's nothing. Nightmare." he croaked, his voice rough from sleep. He cleared his throat. "Go back to sleep."
"No, it's okay. What was it about?" she inquired, brushing her hair out of her eyes.
Ron didn't particularly want
One-shot: Conquer'Thank you, Neville.' Ginny attempted to smile at him as Neville lifted the injured girl into his arms and took her inside the castle. But that simple gesture, curving her lips and moving the muscles of her face to form a smile, it hurt her.One-shot: Conquer5 years ago in Drama More Like This
Moments before, when she stood in the grounds trying to comfort that little girl, Ginny had felt something. That something had made her feel more afraid than anything in the past hours, more than having to battle for her life, more than seeing all those people lying dead, even Fred... lying lifeless, too. Ginny couldn't have said what it was, exactly. It was just a feeling, given by the softest breeze that made the hairs of her arms stand on end. As if there was no hope.
Overwhelmed, she dropped on the ground, her back against the outside wall, and hidden in the shadows, she hugged her knees and cried silently. Was this ever going to end? What would happen when the hour given by Voldemort ended? Would the battle resume and they would inevitably die
Veela's and Quidditch"Harry Potter," I breathed, staring up at his face. "So, you didn't meet any Veela's on the Hunt for Horcruxes, I'm guessing?"Veela's and Quidditch4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Harry let out a hearty laugh, and enfolded me in his arms.
"Nope. Even if I did, none of them would be as beautiful as you." He said, gazing at me.
I felt a blush creeping up onto my cheeks. "That's not true, and you know it." I mumbled, staring at my feet.
He rolled his bright green eyes. "Don't be thick, Ginny. You're the most beautiful girl in the world to me. Nothing can change that."
I felt a smile playing around the edges of my lips. "Even Fleur?"
He smiled down at me. "Even Fleur."
I pulled him in close, and I let out a sigh of contentment as our lips met. I ran my fingers through his hair, and his hands found my waist. A part of me vaguely wondered what Ron would say- or do, if he saw us right now, but I shoved the thought out of my mind. According to Hermione, they'd been up to about the same thing, too.
Finally, when we pulled away, I grabbed his hand
Racing"Hey Harry, race you!" Ginny called out, preparing to zoom back down to the soft grass of the Quidditch pitch.Racing5 years ago in Romance More Like This
Harry, whose mind had been pondering what exactly Malfoy had been up to these past months, was wrenched quickly from his thoughts. He flattened himself on his Firebolt, speeding up to where Ginny was hanging in the air.
She quickly caught sight of him and started straight for the edge of the pitch. Harry caught up to her in no time and even managed to fly a loop around her in her descent before landing on the ground just a few seconds before her.
"You jerk!" she yelled, laughing as she dismounted her broom and approached Harry. "Don't you know you're supposed to let me win? I am your girlfriend after all," she added with a cheeky smile.
Harry couldn't help but laugh with her. "Yeah, if you were any other girl, I'd let you win, but you wouldn't want that anyway, would you?"
She grinned. "You're absolutely right."
Harry pulled her in close for a hug. He couldn't put into words h
Give It All for You -Scorpius x Lily pt 5Give It All for You -Scorpius x Lily pt 54 years ago in Romance More Like This
I wash rushing back to the Gryffindor Common room when my dad finally found me. He was smiling and was out of breath. Wasn't he angry? He knew I wanted to go out with Scorpius and he didn't seem to mind.
"Lily, you are so hard to catch unaware. I've been following you for hours now trying to catch up. Great game, I thought you were going to kill Scorpius before that date of yours."
"You know about that?"
"Yes, I would have preferred to hear it from you but Draco informed me during the game. I already spoke with Scorpius. I had planned on trying to scare him but he had me chuckling and convinced after a few sentences. He is a really clever gentleman."
"You talked to him? What did you say? What if you intimidated him and now he won't go to Hogsmead with me next Saturday? You might have ruined everything!"
"He was fine. He smirked that Malfoy smirk and waved goodbye before going to Hogsmead with his parents for dinner. Like I said, I threatened him once and he didn't take it se
Who coulda thought it?They said she was crazy, you know.Who coulda thought it?3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Her and her father. Bloody blonde dreamers, both of them. The Quibbler? Honestly, the name was as ridiculous as the contents found within. And what in Merlin's beard were nargles?
They said he was clumsy, you know.
Unsure of himself. Weak-willed and a tag-along. Dark mop of hair, untidy teeth. There were so many juicy rumors floating around about what had happened to his parents. And he always kept losing his toad.
Who could've known she was the cleverest of Ravenclaw?
Who could've known he was the most courageous of Gryffindor?
Who could've known that the place they finally belonged...
was together? ♥
Life The cold rain tapped fiercely against the window, and while for some its monotonous sound was extremely soothing, for him it was distressing. He was lying on his stomach, on the bed; his face buried into the pillow, his hands; two clenched fists next to it.Life4 years ago in Drama More Like This
The muffled sobs made his whole body shake: why had this happened to him? Why? Why Freddie? He rolled on the bed, his eyes red and swollen, and stared at the wooden roof; at the dark burns and splashes of colour caused by their experiments.
The redhead suddenly stood up, his freckled face covered in tears, grabbed the first thing within his reach and threw it against one of the walls. It seemed to work, it helped him vent his rage, so he took another thing and broke it into pieces, then another one, and so on. Desperation flooded him, and he screamed, helplessly. IT WASN'T FAIR! Why did it have to be Freddie? WHY?
George collapsed o
44. Sparkle"Will you marry me--"44. Sparkle3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Angelina couldn't take her eyes off of the ring in his hand. It was a simple affair, nothing extravagant by any means, but that was entirely unsurprising; she'd seen it before, after all, when she went along to help Percy find Aubrey a ring. The only surprise of the whole thing was that George was the one kneeling in front of the Burrow's couch, holding the open box in hand. Belatedly, she realized that it had all been a ploy, that Percy would hardly trust her opinion on a ring more than anyone else in the family.
So there she was, gaping down at the diamond ring in surprise while time somehow stood still. It twinkled a lot. Not just the diamonds, though all three of them certainly shone and glittered almost outrageously, but the silver band itself seemed to shimmer. It hadn't done that at the shop, she was sure. It must have been an addition of George's.
One-shot: A Cat's TaleA Cat's TaleOne-shot: A Cat's Tale3 years ago in Humor More Like This
'I'll say it first!'
'No, I say it first!'
They are arguing and making a terrible noise again. Can't anyone sleep peacefully here any more? The one with the orange fur and the one with the brown fur, that's them. They're usually annoying together, but they amuse me. Especially because the one with the brown fur is always right and she always stands up for me. Of course, she's my mistress. She'd be a terrible mistress if she didn't defend me.
Although, now that I have my eyes open, I can see it's not them. The one with the brown head is a male, and the orange headed one is a female. They are annoying but amusing, too: my mistress's cubs. I confuse them all the time. Must be getting older.
'Happy birthday, Cooksanks!'
They shout at the same time, but it doesn't make me jump like it used to.
'You know, Hugo, today's not Crookshanks's real birthday,' the girl says. 'That's why I almost forgot. I forgot this morning because it's not his
First Date A dark-haired boy with round glasses walked up and down the empty Gryffindor Common Room in a way that would have driven anyone mad, but luckily, most of the students were enjoying the weekend in the grounds, or at the village. The reason for the boy to act like that was that he was nervous, extremely nervous: he had a date. But it wasn't just a date; it was a date with one of the most coveted girls in the school: she was gorgeous, smart and brave, and, as he had recently found out, he was madly in love with her.First Date5 years ago in Romance More Like This
Suddenly, he caught a waft of a familiar flowery scent and looked up. She was there, staring at him from up the stairs, with a confident one-sided smile on her face. And when he met those beautiful and fierce brown eyes, he forgot it all, his worries, everything. He smiled at her, admiring her flaming mane of red hair, which danced on her back as she nimbly went down the stairs. Of course he didn't have to
George's Pain.Someone was there, waiting. That someone couldn't be found with the naked eye. He waited. He waited. He waited, impatiently. At last, what that person was waiting and hoping for, most, appeared in front of him. The Room of Requirement.George's Pain.5 years ago in Drama More Like This
He slipped through the large door, unseen. Closing it behind him, he searched around the room, hoping to find what he needed. Revealing a head full of flame - red hair and a ghostly white face, the Invisibility Cloak slid off him. His complexion was paler than normal. Dry tears marking him. It seemed as though the boy - perhaps around the age of nineteen - never stopped weeping. He finally took the cloak off and held it with a loose grasp in his shaking fist. His tall frame shivering. Pain... grief... fear... coldness... One could only hope that the boy was shivering from lack of body heat, and nothing else.
Looking around, he could not find what he needed. He needed the mirror - not just any old mirror. He needed the cruelest mirror he ever knew.
The Birth - Harry and GinnyCurled up on the sofa Harry Potter smiled to himself. He had a perfect house, a beautiful wife who any day now would give birth to their first child, amazing friends and a great job. Did life get any better than this? Looking down at his sleeping wife he brushed a strand of her shocking red hair off her face, Ginny stirred slightly in her sleep but didnt wake. Harry spent several minutes watching her bump move up and down in time with her breathing. Harry smiled, kissed the top of Ginnys head and picked up his book and began to read.The Birth - Harry and Ginny7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Harry? Ginny mumbled.
Hey hon, did I wake you? Harry said, setting down his book again.
No, the babys just kicking really hard. Feel she said guiding Harrys hand across her stomach. Harry kept very still feeling for the kick. He had felt it before of course but every time was just as exciting! For a minute Harry could feel nothing, then all of a sudden... There we go Ginny smiled, movi
Closeted Fears "Harry! Harry!"Closeted Fears4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Harry Potter groaned and rolled over in bed to look at the clock on the wall. He blinked at it blearily, vaguely registered both the time and the small boy anxiously shaking his shoulder and shoved his head back under the pillow. "It's three in the morning, Teddy. What the bloody hell do you want?" he muttered.
"Harry! Language!" came the muffled admonishment from beside him.
Harry sighed. "What's up, Ted?" he enquired, sitting up with some difficulty and pushing his hair out of his eyes.
"There's something in my closet," whimpered the boy, his hair bright red, reflecting his fear. "I think it's a boggart."
Harry looked longingly at his warm blankets. "You can take care of it. Just, um, point your wand at it, and think of something funny, and say 'Riddikulus!'"
"Harry!" came the admonishment again.
Harry groaned. "All rig
Ginny+Harry Chpt.1- ProposalWaking up, I feel numb.Ginny+Harry Chpt.1- Proposal6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It's like I haven't quite registered the pain and the shock of last night yet. I hear somebody else in the room snoring loudly, probably Neville; maybe that was what woke me. I look around the dorm to see who else is awake. The room wouldn't have been recognizable to anyone who had seen it before: the dormitory that Ron and I had originally shared with just three others had magically expanded and supplied six extra beds for Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, George, Bill, Fleur, Neville and his grandmother, Hermione and Ginny. They were the only ones last night who seemed to understand that I didn't want celebration, that I didn't want to be patted on the back, congratulated, and thanked. I knew they had all been impacted by the deaths of Fred, Tonks, Lupin, Colin Creevey, and all of the others who died in the battle last night, just as much as I had.
I climb out of bed and sit on the window sill, looking out into the sunrise, and checking my watch to discover that it's 7:30
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
Harry and Ginny fluffThere were three truths that Harry Potter would always remember about this moment. One, the knob to the cabinet could be used as a lethal weapon as it was stabbing him in the kidneys. Two, he was finding that it was becoming increasingly hard to breath. And three, He would never, ever, find something so amazing as an armful of Ginny as she kissed the breath out of him. Five feet and an extra four inches of soft malleable girl flesh was pushed into him, filling the hollows left by his own skinny frame. Even with the double threat of impalement and suffocation, he couldn't bring himself to stop her.Harry and Ginny fluff8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Footsteps on the stairs would be the only thing that could rip his mind out of its insanely happy place with swooping owls and fluttering feathers. That would be because anyone with red hair and freckles coming down those steps would immediately be attempting to dismember him. Considering that somewhere in the shoving backward onto a knife cleverly disguised as a cabinet knob, Ginny had lost
Thorns: Rose and Scorpius Ch. 1Thorns: Rose and Scorpius Ch. 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter One - Scorpius Malfoy
I closed my eyes, content with the lazy day I was finally experiencing (and a day I had been looking forward to) since my O.W.L.S. ended. Albus was opposite me, in front of the coffee table, opening his new wizard chess set he got for Christmas--he had never had time to use it before. I smirked.
"Ready to lose, Al?"
He laughed. "Sure, I'll try so you can feel better about yourself."
I threw one of the pieces at him and grinned when it struck his head.
"Ow!" He chucked a knight at me, hitting me in the jaw. "Ow!"
Rose stepped into the Slytherin common room to find the two of us tackling each other, with Albus's glasses in my hand and poking his forehead with a chess piece. She laughed, which made us both look up (Albus with a small red mark on his forehead from the constant tapping of marble on it), and I knew my grin brightened at the sight of her--not that I would admit it, of course.
"You both are such children," she tried to scold us, but
In Regards to Towels Ch. 2He waited patiently for a few minutes as she changed once more. When she came back out, the flush was almost gone from her cheeks again. Awkwardly, she held out her sopping clothes before glancing up to meet his gaze, "Could I maybe get these dried or something? As comfy as your pajamas are, I'd prefer my own clothes."In Regards to Towels Ch. 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
The corners of Scorpius' lips twitched as he glanced at her, standing in the oversized clothes. He could only imagine how much it was bothering her to be accepting so much hospitality from him of all people: a Malfoy. The glimmers of a smirk disappeared, however, as he remembered she still hadn't told him why she was here in the first place. Skilt popped out of nowhere, grabbed her clothes quickly, grumbled something about puddles, and then disapparated once more. Scorpius found himself chuckling quietly before he rubbed his eyes and turned on his heel toward the den.
He heard her clear her throat behind him and he paused to glance back at her. She lifted her palm
The Perfect DateYou know what I really don't understand? Girls. They want everything to be all nice and perfect, and they want us guys to be romantic. Okay. I can understand that. But would it KILL them to help us out a bit? God, Ginny wouldn't tell Harry ANYTHING about her ideal date poor guy had to improvise everything! In the end, he asked Mum and she filled him in (Ginny's favorite food is roast beef, she likes black orchids, her favorite music is the Weird Sisters, etc.). But, seeing as how Mr. and Mrs. Granger are still off in Australia somewhere, thinking that they're Wendell and Monica Wilkins, since Hermione hasn't found them yet I'm pretty much on my own.The Perfect Date5 years ago in Romance More Like This
Let's start over, shall we?
The name is Ronald Billus Weasley, and my best friends are Harry Potter (who is, much to my dismay, dating my little sister Ginny) and Hermione Granger. Well, Hermione and I are going out. Sort of. In a way. We made out on occasion. I'd like to do it much more, but whenever we tried, things li
In Regards to Towels Ch. 8“Grades?”In Regards to Towels Ch. 82 years ago in Romance More Like This
An exasperated huff came from the corner of the room, “Oh come on, Scorpius.” Rose stalked forward to glare at her mother's face, “He has equal grades to mine, if not better in certain subjects. Mum, quit this stupid interrogation!”
The look on her mother's face quieted her, but Scorpius noted that it didn't dim the intense disapproval on the redhead's face. He resisted the urge to grin, as well as break his eye contact with the fireplace. Mrs. Granger-Weasley had spent the past half hour grilling him on the day to day happenings of his statistics. Age, height, hobbies, friendships, and the like. He was actually surprised she had held out on the grade section as long as she had, seeing as she was famous for her dedication to schoolwork, between her adventures with the famous Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. He was actually feeling a bit intimidated by the slow realiza
HP: Another Sunlit DayHarry had never been happier in his life. At this point, his life was calm (well, as calm as one's life could be when you're Harry Potter), Ron and Hermione were not fighting and he finally had the girl of his dreams beside him.HP: Another Sunlit Day4 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was all fantastic, but he knew it could all end too soon. If Voldemort decided it was time to go after him, he would hunt down the people he cared about first and unfortunately too many people knew how close he was with the Weasley family.
But he refused to think about it, as he sat down next to Ginny, who was reading a letter from home. Today, he would not think about Voldemort, Snape, Malfoy or anything else which could ruin this wonderful day.
Ginny sighed before stuffing the letter in her pocket. "Mom says hi," she said, "she wants to know how you're holding up and, I quote, 'Would it kill him to send us a letter every now and then?'"
"That's nice of her. Remind me to send her a letter telling her I'm fine." Harry said. "By the way, have you told her abo
Scorpius's Request 8It was easy to forget, sometimes, how much he missed the Burrow when he was away from it. Molly Weasley, as plump and pleased to see him as she always was, bustled over when he strode in with Scorpius and threw her arms around him in a tight embrace. Harry pressed his face into her hair and, smiling, breathed her in. "Hi, Molly."Scorpius's Request 85 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Hello, dear!" She pulled back just enough to scrutinize him. "Oh, Harry, you're always so skinny." He certainly wasn't. Between auror training and the physical demands of his job since, "skinny" hadn't exactly been applicable to Harry in years. But he knew she said the same thing to Ron and to all of her sons, so Harry smiled and didn't argue.
Instead, he nudged the child in front of him. "This is Scorpius Malfoy. Scorpius, say hi to Mrs. Weasley."
His cheeks pinkened, but he held out a hand. Daddy had taught him that it was better to be straightforward. You had to put yourself out there, he said. "Hi, Mrs. Weasley."
Molly, bless her, tugged the child close a