Hearts Grow OldHearts Grow Old4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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
Consumed: PrefaceConsumed: Preface4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Preface: The End
Peril. The Doctor had heard the word many times before, he had even taken part in creating it, but never before had the Doctor ever really thought about its definition.
Loss. Destruction. Grave risk. Jeopardy. Danger.
Now, with his daughter dying at his side and a piece of shrapnel digging into his skin, dangerously close to one of his hearts, the Doctor knew the meaning of the word only too well. He had tried to save everyone, to keep them all safe, but only now was the Doctor realizing that it would be impossible to continue his balancing act between preserving the universe and protecting it. Everything comes to and end. He knew that better than anyone.
But it was all to be expected. When time was constantly breathes down your neck, sometimes its easy to lose track of things. Constant running can make someone into the most oblivious person in the world when they should be the one paying the most attention. This is when legends begin to have more truth in them than th
Care IICare II4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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
Padfoot and Prongs: Moving InPadfoot and Prongs: Moving In3 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
CareCare4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Severus woke up with a groan.
His head was pounding. His whole body ached. He was sure he had some bruising along his ribs if they weren't broken, and he was almost sure they were and he couldn't fix it because of his lack of knowledge in healing.
The only way to know for sure is with a visit to Poppy and the witch hadn't wanted anything to do with him in months, going as far as to tell him not to come to the hospital wing unless he was bleeding to death. Or to not even come then.
He could not go to see her.
Sighing he pushed himself up slowly, only to be greeted with a wave of dizziness, and a jolt in his stomach that had him nearly tripping over his own feet to get to the lavatory.
Five minutes later he emerged pale and sweating, his thin white shirt was soaked through and his hair was in complete disarray, more so then normal.
It was settled he was sick.
Sitting on the edge of his bed he laid his head in his hands he was tempted to not leave his chambers at all
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
PairCongratulations, Ron and Hermione!Pair4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The banner strung across the Burrow's kitchen strongly reminded Harry of the one that once stretched across Number 12's kitchen, when the two of them had become Gryffindor prefects.
This time, however, the congratulations were for a completely different occasion: Ron and Hermione had just gotten engaged.
The couple was surrounded by family and friends, shaking hands and giving hugs. Harry caught them smiling at each other every now and then when they got a break from all the well-wishing.
He couldn't be happier for his two best friends. He had watched them grow up together, develop feelings for each other, and eventually get their act together. And now, they were making it official. It felt like yesterday that they were arguing over Viktor Krum and house elves.
Well, it's not like their bickering ever stopped, thought Harry, as he watched Ron and Hermione debate quietly over who should cut the cake Mrs. Weasley had made for the occasion. They j
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.Treats5 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
The come and go room.The last thing Ron remembered was Hermione's face and the feel of her hand in his. He had been so tired, he knew what was going to happen next, he was going to die, but it was okay. He had lived a full life, if not very long one, and he was going to see Fred again. The thought put a simle on his face, he missed Fred. So he drank his fill of Hermione's face and closed his eyes. Sirius had been right when he told Harry death was quicker and easier than falling asleep.The come and go room.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When he woke up he was surprised to find himself in the room of requirement as it had been when Dumbledore's Army had been forced to stay in it. Light came from nowhere and yet everywhere, the air itself seemed to glow. He looked down at himself and was even more surprised to find himself in full Hogwarts robes, tattered from being handed down from brother to brother. He reached up to feel his face and found that it to had returned to his Hogwarts days, free of wrinkles and scars gained from years of hard auror w
Hermione's Shield, Part 12AU DramioneHermione's Shield, Part 124 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.
The odd living arrangement worked, somehow. Harry was envious that Draco got to actually sleep in a bed, but it was how it had to be. Draco and Hermione were granted a certain amount of private time so they could be husband and wife, not just roommates. The summer drew towards its end. Hermione was starting to show a bit, and some of her clothes didn't fit well over her hard little baby-bump. Harry and Draco squabbled with each other, while they all fretted over Dumbledore. The elderly wizard was gone on mysterious errands most of the time, and when they did see him, he was very close-mouthed. His face had an uncharacteristic grimness to it that suggested that things were not going as he had planned.
It was a muggy August morning, and Hermione and Katya sat on the fire escape looking at a guidebook on wizarding communities in the United States. They both
Forbidden Lovers O1.Forbidden Lovers O1.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was in the kitchen fixing me a glass of Jack Daniels. I was up all night I just took another shot letting the alcohol slither down my throat.
Georg woke up and he noticed that I wasn't in bed with him. He got up and went downstairs to see if I was there. "Mika you okay?" Georg asked. He saw me passed out my head laying down on the glass table.
"Mmm." I mumbled. "Come on Mika we gotta get you back into bed. You have class in the morning. Georg carried me up bridal style going back to my bed. "Mika you've been drinking again?"
Georg asked. "Ugh Georg I wanna---mmm." Georg plopped me back down on our canapé bed playfully. "Georg we never make love like we use too." I said. "Mika you should get sleep we have to get up early in the morning." Georg whispered.
"Fine." I madly turned off the lamp and went to sleep.
The next morning I woke up with a bad hang over. I drunk way too much for no reason last night. "Mika?" Georg whispered.
"Leave me alone." I