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
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: Conquer4 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
Precisely their eyesThe delighted squeals that the baby boy made as he watched the chess pieces move drowned the call of 'Daddy!' from his older sister.Precisely their eyes3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ron looked away from his son's happy face at the game of wizarding chess to pay attention to his daughter. She was frowning at him from behind the tall stack of books she was holding.
'Mummy says that is a violent game to teach us,' she said, sounding much like Hermione.
'Oh.' Ron pouted. 'That's a shame; I wanted to teach you, too!'
'Really?' asked Rose, her face lighting up at the prospect.
'Of course, Rosie! Don't worry, I'll talk to Mummy. What's with all the books? Are those the photo albums?' asked Ron, pointing at the tower that threatened to fall down any minute now from her thin arms.
'Mummy said can you help me with homework because she's cooking and doing her work.'
'You want me to help you?'
Rose nodded; Ron took the albums from her hands and, with a wave of his wand, sent the chessboard away to make space for his daughter to sit ne
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
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
teddy's hogwarts letterteddy's hogwarts letter3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. ~From a headstone in Ireland
Teddy came through the door in a rush, his letter gripped in his hand.
"I got it! I got it!" he said, doing a jump in the air.
Harry and Ginny were at the breakfast table with Gran, and in seconds their faces split into giant grins. James let out a roar of approval. Lily, covered in jam, giggled and clapped from her high chair, thoroughly amused by all the sounds coming from her brother.
"He got what?" Al asked.
"His Hogwarts letter!"
Al quietly smiled. Even at three he knew it was something good.
"I'm so proud of you, Teddy," said Gran, dabbing at her eyes with a napkin.
"Me too," said Harry, giving Teddy a warm smile.
Teddy suddenly felt his smile begin to fade. His hand went to the back of his head as he looked at the ground.
"What is it?" asked Ginny.
"I just... I wish my mum and dad could be here, you know?"
"They are," said Gran giving a gesture around them.
"Yeah, you kn
Masquerade"This is just stupid" moaned the blonde, frowning. "I'm not going." The girl was standing in the center of the room, wearing a long, old-fashioned dress that her friend, standing behind her, was trying to tie.Masquerade3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Oh, shut it, Victoire," replied the brunette, struggling with the corset's stripes. "It's gonna be fun."
Victoire sighed and rolled her eyes.
"I still don't understand why it has to be a masquerade. If McGonagall wanted us to have a ball, it should've been a regular one. Dressing up is stupid."
"It's Hallowe'en, Vicky. People dress up on Hallowe'en. Besides, it probably wasn't McGonagall's idea," said her friend, exasperated. "Done! Look at you, you are astounding!" She smiled satisfied, placing her hands on her hips.
Victoire turned around and stared at her friend with a bored expression, sighing again. The brunette was wearing dark green Quidditch robes, and on her chest it was embroidered a golden claw. She had braided her hair, and had made herself up to look like she
Good MorningRon wasn't too fond of mornings. He would much rather stay in bed, and get up around noon. He often joked that he would love mornings, if only they came later in the day. Hermione simply called him lazy. She would always be up early, mostly due to the crying of their daughter Rose, and would have showered, dressed and eaten all before Ron had even opened his eyes.Good Morning3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It wasn't that Ron didn't want to get up early in the mornings, truly he did; it was just that he couldn't ever bring himself to do it. The only times he had ever managed to do so was when it was his turn to tend to his daughter, or when his wife was sick.
Ron smiled as he watched his wife sleep soundly next to him. One of her hands was curled protectively around her stomach; the other was clasped gently around his. He pulled her closer to him and placed a kiss on her cheek. Hermione shifted slightly in her sleep before slowly opening her eyes.
"Good morning," she said sleepily.
"Good morning," he replied, his voice somewhat
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
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
HP: Boy or Girl?Harry wasn't used to being in the waiting room outside of the maternity ward. He was used to being in the delivery room, with Ginny, or home waiting for the news if one of her brothers' wives were giving birth. But now it wasn't Ginny who was having a baby, and it wasn't Fleur or Audrey or Angelina. It was Hermione, and she and Ron wanted him here at the hospital, and he and Ginny were out in the waiting room with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and with nothing to do but wait. Well, wait and chase James around the room every time he tried to make a break for it. He was a year and a half old and seemed to delight in doing anything that would distract them from Albus, whether he was old enough to do it consciously or not. In that regard, sitting in the waiting room was actually better than being at home James was quite content to soak up his grandparents' affections and leave the baby with his parents, or to let Harry chase him while his grandparents cooeHP: Boy or Girl?3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Baby Fiasco"You sure you'll be okay?" Hermione looked doubtful.Baby Fiasco4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ron rolled his eyes. "Yes, Hermione. We'll be fine. After almost a year of doing this, I do actually know what I'm doing."
"I labeled her dinner, and how much she gets. Make sure"
"Hermione! Will you go already!"
Hermione looked slightly affronted, but kissed her husband and daughter goodbye. "Be good for Daddy."
Ginny chuckled and placed their younger son in Harry's arms. "Bye, love."
"You two enjoy yourselves." He kissed her, and with a last wave, the two women Dissapparated, leaving two dads and three babies.
Ten minutes later, all three of them were bawling.
Ron tried to get his daughter to tell him what was wrong, but seeing as all she could say was "Dada" and "Boo", and was too upset to even point at anything, he didn't get very far. He tried giving her a favorite picture book and reading to her,
Fourteen Months OldThanks so much to my amazing friend Pili204 for her beta work!Fourteen Months Old4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fourteen Months Old
"Ron, what are you staring at?"
Hermione found her husband blocking the entrance to Rose's bedroom. Looking closer, she realized that he was looking pointedly at the bed that was cozily disposed in the center of the room, where candles emulating Hogwarts' Great Hall's ceiling sent beautiful splashes of glow to the multicolored walls.
But their vibrant girl wasn't there tonight. She was spending the night at the Burrow with her devoted grandparents, who were surely granting her every wish. Spoiling Rose was something to be expected when she spent any time there.
"She is all grown up," he said with a crestfallen expression.
"Rose. She is all grown up."
"Love, she is only fourteen months old "
"She doesn't need the bars in her crib anymore. In fact, I think she needs a larger mattress, something more appropriate to her actual size "
"Maybe " S
Dates...and stuff.After almost two months of grieving, helping in the reconstruction of Hogwarts, and a journey across the world to help Hermione locate her parents and restore their memories (because there was no way in Hell he was going to let her go through this whole ordeal alone), Ron Weasley was finally going to do it; he was going to finally ask Hermione Granger out on a proper date.Dates...and stuff.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Which seemed like a silly thing to be worried about, considering all the things that happened between them during the last couple of months, but he couldn't help it. They had already kissed (more than once, ha!), and he had asked her to be his girlfriend, to which she had said yes before snogging the daylights out of him.
Deep inside he knew he had nothing to be worried about and that she was not going to reject him, but still he was terrified.
So, here he was, standing in Hermione's parents' garden, some steps away from their front door (Hermione was staying with her parents, trying to repair their relationship
A Sleepless Night"Daddy?"A Sleepless Night4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The voice came quietly but perfectly audibly through the darkness and Ron sighed slightly as he opened the door to his daughter's bedroom.
"Rosie? what are you still doing up sweetheart?"
In the orange glow of her night lamp, he could just see her peeking out from the top of her bed clothes, a pale little face under her curly mop of red hair, her brown eyes with the wide, glazed look of someone tired beyond sleepiness. They blinked slowly as she answered.
"I couldn't sleep could you tell me a story?"
He sighed again and rubbed a hand exhaustedly over his face, but he knew better than to refuse. If Rose said she couldn't sleep without a story then she couldn't sleep without a story, just lie awake and come down the next morning in an almost hypnotic state that was hard to get her out of.
"Just a short one, then. Do you want anything to drink?"
She considered for a moment, puckering up her eyebrows, biting her lip and looking exactly like her mother for a minute be
15 ways to annoy a WeasleyI TAKE NO RESPONSIBILITY FOR WHAT HARM MIGHT COME TO YOU IF YOU TRY ONE OR SEVERAL OF THESE THINGS. UPON TRYING THREE OR MORE DEATH SHOULD BE CERTAIN AND I DO NOT WANT THE BLAME.15 ways to annoy a Weasley4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1. Upturn a bucket of icy water on his/her head. When asked to explain yourself: "I thought your head was on fire!"
2. Sneak a tube of concealer into his/her pocket. Or two. Or three. If you want to, include a note starting with "Get rid of your freckles today!"
3. Mistake his/her for one of the other siblings. Works best with Ginny.
4. Muse aloud about how Molly's body has coped (or not) with squeezing out seven children. Make sure to mention that at least she got a giant set of tits out of it. If you got to the guts, wonder how her 'downstairs' look. If your not afraid to be blasted to pieces, contemplate if she ever had an affair with one of the garden gnomes and if one or several of the children are the result. Maybe the twins, gnomes have litters, don't they?
5. Get hold of a p
Ficlet: Two to fiveThey could still hear Harry's footsteps in a nearby aisle, until their own path turned to the left and their running feet were the only thing they could distinguish.Ficlet: Two to five3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Hermione was frantically looking everywhere around them for a hint of the diadem; all she could see, though, were endless piles of forgotten rubbish. How they were supposed to find anything in that mess was beyond her. Ron seemed to have been thinking along the same lines, for he caught her hand and tugged at it. Hermione stopped, panting.
'What?' she said, looking questioningly at him.
Ron's ears suggested that he was somewhat embarrassed, but he looked deeply and determinedly at her as he caught his breath. He took both of her hands and led her out of the way, to a shadowy spot at one side of the aisle.
'I've no idea how are we going to find something when we don't even know what it looks like with all this stuff around,' he said.
'I know. But we have to try, Ron, the sooner we' Hermione started, wearily.
The ProposalHermione lay on her back staring up at the clouds. It was the first warm day of spring and she planned on soaking up all the heat she could. She had taken a blanket and a book into the garden of her and Ron's house and sat and read for an hour before rolling onto her back and letting her mind wander back to Hogwarts.The Proposal4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She remembered springs where groups of students would come sit in the sun, just chatting and relaxing. Where they would enjoy the few weeks before they all went home. Or enjoy the few days before all havoc broke loose as it was one to do. She remembered fondly one day where Harry, Ron and herself had ended up in hysterics after a long conversation about Crabbe and Goyle's possible secret love affair.
Ron stood in the kitchen doorway smiling at Hermione giggling to herself. He had just returned home and had seen her lying on the grass as he went to the kitchen for a snack. He had stopped and leaned against the door frame and just watched her. They had been living together f
My Felix ValentineHermione made her way downstairs, to the Great Hall, rather unwillingly that morning. This year, Valentine's Day was going to be particularly awful, and she knew it.My Felix Valentine4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ginny was sitting at the Gryffindor table when she got there; she was alone and looking prettier than usual.
'Hi, Hermione!' she greeted her, beaming.
'Hi, Ginny. Have plans, I see,' she pointed out, feeling happy for Ginny.
'Well, of course! It's Valentines, after all. Dean and I are going to Hogsmeade together.'
Ginny spotted Hermione's blue mood behind her sincere but faltering smile. 'And... what are you up to today?'
'What would you expect me to do?'
'Oh, I don't know, going on a date with McLaggen?' Ginny asked maliciously.
'Of course. I'll stay here; I've got a thousand of things to do.'
'Don't you want to join us later?'
Ginny seemed resolute against Hermione spending all the day alone. Probably not because she thought she would feel affected by not having a date on Valentine's Day, Hermione was b
(Death Hallow Spoilers) I'm not Fred, I'm FreddieFreddie was playing in the Burrow living room with his cousins James and Rose when he over heard it.(Death Hallow Spoilers) I'm not Fred, I'm Freddie3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"He really does look a lot like him, doesn't he?" Aunt Ginny was saying in the kitchen.
"It's only to be expected I guess. George was his twin after all." Uncle Ron replied as Freddie moved closer to the door so he could listen in. He wondered who they were talking about. Why did they sound so sad?
"It's almost hard to look at him sometimes." Aunt Ginny said. "Merlin, it seems just like yesterday. I miss him."
"We all miss Fred." Uncle Ron told her. "It's just not the same without him here."
Freddie moved back over to James and Rose when he heard his Aunt and Uncle coming back into the living room. He didn't tell them he had over heard them, he honestly felt guilty about listening in on them. He was curious though. Who was Fred?
The rest of the day went on without incident, if you didn't count when James and Freddie made Rose cry by pulling on her pigtails. It was now late in the aftern
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?3 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
Window to the SoulHarry was worried.Window to the Soul2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He bounced his young son James on his knee, entertaining both the baby and his nerves. His wife was no better off, her hands constantly moving over her swollen stomach and through her hair and across the pages of the magazine she wasn’t reading. But Harry wasn’t worried about her.
He was worried about Ron, who was standing stock-still at the fake window, staring at the rain that appeared to be hitting the enchanted glass and not responding to any noises or gestures whatsoever.
He was even more worried about Hermione, whose horrible screams had been abruptly cut off when a Healer had shoved Ron into the waiting room and magically sealed off the delivery room.
This had been almost an hour ago. Fleur and Audrey had long since taken their children and Teddy to the Burrow to spare them from any traumatization. Ginny had wanted to send James, too, but Harry had insisted on keeping him there. He needed his son with him, and had successfully argued that Jame
One-shot: Lead me homeFor years, I believed that The Burrow was my home. I'm not saying it wasn't, but the reasons I believed so were different than what I think now, maybe even a little wrong... well, perhaps not so wrong for a young boy. My reasons at the time were simple: at The Burrow I had my familyeven though at times they became a little unbearable, I never stopped loving them, I had foodto be honest, I had my mum's delicious dishes, which can't compare to any other kind of food, and I had a roof over my head and a bed to lie in at nightcrowded and crooked and everything second-hand and used too many times, but it was mine.One-shot: Lead me home3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Then I turned eleven, and something that I had been looking forward to for ages happened: I got the letter that said that I had a place at Hogwarts. To me, it wasn't a confirmation that I was a wizard. That was a bit obvious. I suspected I wasn't going to be a great thing, but I had definitely shown signs of magic; there wasn't a chance of me not bein
One-shot: Perks...Perks of the unofficial teacherOne-shot: Perks...4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Ginny's concerned expression wasn't enough to hide the obvious satisfaction she felt at having won.
'Well, if you're sure you don't have anything broken, we'd better get going. Maybe you can come meet us later?'
'Sure,' said Ron, frowning in disapproval, as Harry and Ginny set off to Ottery St. Catchpole for ice-creams. He sighed and sat on the ground next to Hermione, examining her leg for the tenth time.
'You really don't know anyhing about Quidditch, do you?' he said softly.
'I know a lot about Quidditch, in fact,' Hermione replied, rubbing her leg and panting heavily.
'About playing Quidditch, I meant. Nor even about flying...'
'Ron, please. You don't need to rub it in that I'm not good at physical activity.'
'I'm not! I don't care, Hermione... Honestly, you're way better than me or anyone else at most things, so...'
He smiled at her.
'You think I'm angry because we didn't win?'
'Well, you did look quite angry when Ginny annou