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
Blue sweaterA blue sweater.Blue sweater5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There was a misshapen parcel for me at the foot of my bed. 'Mrs and Mr Weasley', it read. I was partly confused, but also incredibly fond of them in that moment. Didn't they know that the reason why I had not visited them for the holidays this year was because I could not stay under the same roof as their youngest son? Didn't they know that he had hurt me as I didn't remember being hurt before? No, of course they didn't know that.
And yet, there was a present from them, with my name, at the foot of my bed. I was confused at the same time because I usually got sweets from Mrs Weasley. Thank goodness those sweets never passed under my parents' noses: their daughter stuffing her mouth with sugar laden foods would have been a torture for a couple of dentists. But this time, it was a misshapen parcel.
A blue sweater. A Weasley sweater.
Why right this year? I felt like they were sort of including me into their family with that gesture. Harry had always got Weasley sweaters fo
A Carefree DanceWhen asking your lady to dance, always be sure to make eye contact, smile, and take her hand in yours. Speak clearly and, above all, make her feel like the luckiest girl in the world get a chance to dance with you.A Carefree Dance4 years ago in Romance More Like This
These were the words echoing in Ron's head as he sat in his seat, eager for the wedding ceremony to be over and the reception to begin. He would finally be able to show off more of what he learned from reading Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches and maybe, just maybe, he would sweep Hermione off her feet and they could both forget about the dangers that lay ahead of them. For just a few moments, it would be just them: no Harry, no horcruxes. Simply her hand in his, his arms around her, dancing.
Ron sat through the whole of the wedding ceremony with the thought of asking Hermione to dance on his mind. He had it planned out perfectly — they would go find a table at the reception, Harry would bugger off somewhere, and Ron would be free make eye
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
One-shot: 500 Days of Wedding500 Days of WeddingOne-shot: 500 Days of Wedding4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The window of Ron's bedroom opened, revealing for a moment a full, orange moon, which was almost immediately obscured by the room's owner.
'Ron? What are you doing here?' Hermione exclaimed, sitting up to confirm that she was not dreaming and that her soon-to-be husband was indeed climbing in through the window.
'You're not asleep, good,' Ron said with a grin, finally stepping down and propping his broomstick against the wall.
'I couldn't. But you shouldn't be here, anyway. What do you mean by climbing through people's windows at the dead of the night?'
'All right, first of all, I'm not climbing through people's windows, only yours,' Ron replied, crossing to the bed. 'Second, I thought that if I Apparated, you might jinx the hell out of me.'
'I might,' conceded Hermione.
'And last but not least, I think you staying here is stupid. We've been living together for two years, and if it was just to be prepared for tomorrow, you could Apparate in a second
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
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-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
One-shot: The TempestIn the humid summer air spreading through the grounds of Hogwarts, under a sun that heated the skin beneath layers of clothing, lying as peacefully and blissfully in Harry's arms as her heart would allow her, Ginny could sense imminent rain. She felt the clouds gathering in the distance, threatening, collecting thunder, promising a storm. She wondered how many other eyes were able to see beyond the sunny day, and how many were still blinded by it.One-shot: The Tempest4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He looked questioningly at her, his hands still playing with her hair.
'What do you do... when you meet Dumbledore?'
'I've delivered notes from him to you. And when I asked once where you went to so often, Hermione said he sort of gave you lessons...'
'She did?' Harry looked quite alarmed at this.
'I was in the Ministry, you know, fighting by your side. I might not know the whole truth, but I've filled some gaps. Hermione only said that, when no one could hear and made me promise I wouldn't tell anybody, not even you. She did
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