One-shot: A Cat's TaleA Cat's TaleOne-shot: A Cat's Tale2 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
Hp-RHr MeaningfulMeaningful.Hp-RHr Meaningful3 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
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
teddy's hogwarts letterteddy's hogwarts letter2 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
Fourteen Months OldThanks so much to my amazing friend Pili204 for her beta work!Fourteen Months Old3 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
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 eyes2 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: 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?2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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 Proposal3 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
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.4 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
Dear FredDear FredDear Fred3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Mum suggested I write you this letter, told me it would make me feel better. I don't see how because you can't see it and I won't get to see your reaction to it, but I don't have anything to lose, so here we are.
It's been a year since you died. Everything is still the same, but somehow, it feels different. The joke shop is still as strong as it was with you here. Ron is helping me out but the little git doesn't appreciate my jokes and ideas as much as you did.
I miss you so much, Fred. I keep thinking about how I never got to say my final good-bye to you and tell you how much I love you. I do love you. I hope you knew that even though we never said it much to each other. Or anyone else.
I'm struggling. I'm not going to lie to you, Fred. I pretend like I am okay, I laugh, I joke around, but my heart is still hurting. I want to hug you, pull pranks with on Ron and Hermione when they start snogging, to hear you again. I pray every night hoping your having fun with Tonks, encour
A Sleepless Night"Daddy?"A Sleepless Night3 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
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.3 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
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 Weasley3 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
Broomsticks and Trees"Do you see that one there?"Broomsticks and Trees3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"That one. The one that looks like a broomstick."
"What? That does not look like a broomstick in the slightest, Ron."
"Of course it does!"
"No, looks more like a tree to me."
"No no no, clearly it's a broomstick. Since when are trees triangular at the top?"
"Since I said so."
Ron laughed heartily and rolled on his side to gaze at Hermione.
She was laughing too; her face as bright as the sun that was shining on it. She was stretched out on the grass, her entire body relaxed, soaking up the wonderful summer weather. The breeze travelled up to the top of the hill on which they were reclining. It ruffled her dress and tossed her hair about her face. But she didn't bother trying to fix it: she knew she was fighting a losing battle trying to tame that hair of hers.
Even so, Ron tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear in a romantic gesture. It promptly rebelled, popping right back up to dance across Hermione's forehead. She giggled at Ron's attempt at cut
After AllTogether Harry, Ron and Hermione went back into the Great Hall which was now filled with twinkling stars and colourful fireworks. Ginny directly ran up to Harry and once more loads of pupils congratulated Harry on his incredible victory.After All3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
George was sitting with Angelina Johnson and Professor McGonagall at one of the great tables and blew red and yellow sparks from his wand into the air. Neville and a few Hufflepuffs that Hermione didn't know were dancing joyfully and everybody seemed to be talking to one another. Ron and Hermione were pushed back by the masses of people wanting to talk to Harry and soon found themselves offside all the commotion. "I still cannot believe it..." whispered Hermione and stared at the place where just minutes before Harry had defeated Voldemort. "We really did it, didn't we?" "Looks like it.", answered Ron who looked at the floor motionless. Hermione gave him a worried look from the side as he began to shake. "Ron?", she asked gently but he didn't st
In FaithEven though she'd been craving rest for hours, Hermione couldn't sleep. She tried burying a little further into her cocoon of blankets then, with an angry noise somewhere between a sigh and a snort, threw them off entirely and pushed herself into a sitting position on her bed.In Faith3 years ago in Romance More Like This
She was alone in the dormitory tonight. Parvati, who had a talent for healing, was helping take care of the injured down in the great hall and Lavender, she realised with a sick feeling, would probably be one of her patients. Over the years she hadn't exactly got as close to the other girls as was customary with those sharing a room, but she still always missed them terribly when they weren't around.
She rubbed both hands hard over her face, wondering if she was going to cry again on what should have been a day for celebration, but then mastered herself and gently swung her legs out of bed where a pair of borrowed slippers had been placed by some thoughtful house elf .Hermione tried for a minute to feel some sens
The Definition of Rose WeasleyRose was the exactly perfect combination of Weasley and Granger; she was tall for her age, but not too terribly gangly, with red hair that fell just past her shoulders in small rings. She'd had the unfortunate luck of inheriting Hermione's over-sized front teeth, but that hardly seemed to bother her - her happiness may have stemmed from the fact that, unlike her brother and several of her cousins, she'd been fortunate enough to miss out on the trademark Weasley freckles.The Definition of Rose Weasley2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Scorp always loved looking at her. He couldn't understand why their parents were enemies when he, Rose and Al all got along so smashingly. Still... There were always times when Scorpius could see Rose's Weasley blood boiling up. Like whenever she got into trouble, she'd insist it was the professor's fault, not hers. Detentions were wrongly assigned to her and if she didn't understand a spell (which was rare, but possible), it was entirely the fault of the spell itself and not Rose.
For all her intelligence, Rose lacked
Crazy WomenRon had always assumed that women became crazy at around twelve. About the time they started getting boobs, and about the time he had started noticing their existence. Convenient.Crazy Women3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ginny was the exception to this rule. She had never been crazy. She had been scary, but there was always a reason for her anger. That changed when she got pregnant. Naturally, Ron assumed that this meant she would be normal again after she had the kid. Bad assumption.
Hermione was the very reason he had established this theory in the first place. From the moment he realized what her being a girl meant, he knew she was crazy. To tell the truth, she was so funny when she was mad, that he developed a rather bad habit of pissing her off just to hear her huff "Ronald!" and stomp off.
Rose disproved this theory once and for all.
When she was a baby, she cried for no reason at all.&
Just Married"And smile!" Harry said, as he pressed the release button of his digital camera.Just Married3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And honestly, she could not find a reason not to smile. Only a couple of hours ago, she had finally, finally married Ron. And, if she was honest with herself, the fact that the wedding was over, which meant that the arguments with both her mum and Molly about guest lists, dresses, and a million other things would stop, just added to her overall giddiness.
Both herself and Harry had incorporated muggle items (she in a more extended degree because she didn't want her parents to feel out of place whenever they came to visit) in their otherwise magical lifestyle, and they had even managed to get Ron and Ginny respectively to actually use said items without treating them as bombs about to explode.
So she was only mildly surprised when Harry pulled out his digital camera, during a fully magical wedding, and insisted on taking some pictures of her and Ron ("I want them for your parents Hermione! I
Memoirs of a Muggle Born Ch. 1 IntroductionMemoirs of a Muggle Born Ch. 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hello, if you are reading this then you already know who I am. My name Hermione Jean Weasley, formerly Hermione Jean Granger. You may know me as one of the Golden Trio, friend and helper of the famous Harry Potter. You may know me as a famous lawyer who has spent the last thirty years fighting injustice, and has helped re-write the laws concerning house elves, and even more importantly Muggle-borns. You could possibly have heard of me, when I was the first woman ever offered the position of Minister of Magic, a job I turned down. Yet none of these things are wh
First Year: The SortingAs the train came to a halt at Hogsmeade Station, Rose Weasley brushed the last few crumbs from her grey skirt and pulled her coal-black robe more closely around her. Scorpius stood up too, and Rose frowned as she saw he was taller than her. She was taller than all the boys her age, and she didn't like change that much.First Year: The Sorting3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She hustled Spider back in his cage, much to his protest, and shuffled out into the busy corridor. Scorpius followed and tightened his cloak as the cold air bit into his skin. They both hobbled out into the station, and Rose watched in slight disgust as she saw all the different people walk past. There were Gryffindor boys with their red-and-gold ties around their heads running around, there were Slytherin girls tying their ties into bows around their necks and adjusting their jumpers so they looked good. There were also the quieter people, like the Hufflepuff's who jovially walked by talking animatedly to their colleagues. Ravenclaw residents were also quieter but- fra
Shadows of Love 1Shadows of Love 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The ones we love can hurt us the most
Lily was sitting in the common room on a couch in front of the fireplace. She was reading Hogwarts, A History for her next History of Magic lesson. She tried to concentrate on the legend of the Chamber of Secrets, but it wasn't that easy, as a loud applause and screaming started in the common room. Lily turned her head.
James Potter came down the stairs. There was a white little lily between his teeth. Lily rolled her eyes and returned to her book. After a few minutes, James stopped next to the couch. He stared at the girl without saying a word. Lily sighed angrily and glanced at him impatiently.
Lily's look changed from upset to shocked while James unbuttoned his shirt. He unfolded it, sticking his chest out. There was a writing on his skin with red ink under his tie, which read: 'WANNA DATE?'
James smiled with the flower in his mouth and looked questioningly at Lily.
"No." she said concisely.
Lily stood up with her book in her hand. She he
The Dangers of Hermione GrangerHermione Granger believed herself difficult to surprise. After nearly ten years of being best friends with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, not to mention countless duels and an entire year of fleeing from the Death Eaters, she thought she had seen it all.The Dangers of Hermione Granger1 year ago in Romance More Like This
She realized just how wrong she was in mid-September, when she stumbled upon a most unwelcome sight.
Only one key to her flat existed, and her mother held that safely in case of emergencies. Her parents, however, were on a vacation to Australia and wouldn’t be home for another day or so. A few more people knew the password to get through the protective barrier that kept it safe from magical hands, but all of them were supposedly busy: Ginny was at a training week with the other Harpies and Harry and Ron were still on the same Auror mission they’d been on for months.
The fact that Hermione could account for every single person with access to her flat didn’t sit with the fact that someone had been inside it. The blan
Our Rose"Hey, you."Our Rose3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ron says this as he walks into Hermione's hospital room, clutching a full cup of tea and handing it to her as he reaches the bed.
"Oh, thank Merlin, this is just what I needed," Hermione says, taking a large sip from the cup. "How's Rosie?"
"She's great," says Ron as he sits down on the bed next to her. "Granddad and Grandma Weasley are fawning over her right now. Those Muggle Healers"
"Yeah, them. They weren't going to let Mum in to see her, saying something about how only the immediate family was allowed in. I think she may have Confunded them, though," Ron says, laughing. "Last I saw, they were wondering around the waiting area, looking a bit lost."
Hermione bites her lip in worry. "Oh, I hope she puts them right, it'd be awful to have a Confunded doctor treating these patients."
Ron grins and kisses Hermione on the forehead. "That's my girl, always worried about something. Come on, you've just given birth! Let someone else worry about the wo