Hermione's Home A tall, red-headed young man walked up and down the alley, evidently nervous. Rubbing his hand through his hair for the tenth time, he glanced at his watch and bit his lip. It was time; he had to go now if he didn't want to be late, so he turned round the corner and headed to the house. He wasn't quite sure about how he felt: it was the first time he would be meeting Hermione's parents as their official son-in-law. But that wasn't what actually made him so anxious It was the fact he was going to be in her home, her refuge, the place where she had spent her childhood Or maybe it was just the whole situation. Hmph, if Hermione was in his head, she would realize he certainly did not have the emotional range of a teaspoon.Hermione's Home4 years ago in Romance More Like This
He was still analyzing his feelings when he became aware he was already there. Slowly, he went up the steps and just stood in front of the wooden, welcoming door for a few seconds. Finall
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
Hermione's AdviceGinny Potter sat on her bed, leafing through a muggle romance novel Hermione had lent her. Harry was out late as work, as he sometimes was, and this proved for a very lonely night. Albus and Lily were in bed, and James was reading a quidditch magazine on his bed. James was just as mad for quidditch as his father and grandfather before him, they'd known that for a long time.Hermione's Advice3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Suddenly, the tiny sound of feet padding along the wooden floors awakened Ginny from her thoughts. After a moment of silence, eight year old Lily's face poked through the door.
Lily was practically identical to her grandmother Lily Potter, in both looks and spirit. Flowing dark red hair, skin the color of milk, a tiny splash of freckles across her nose. In fact, if not for her chocolate brown eyes that resembled her mother's so closely, she would have been a clone of a younger Lily Potter.
"Mummy, I can't sleep," Lily said, rubbing her eyes. "I've tried counting Hippogriffs, Skrewts and Gargoyl
Your Surrender"So how about here?"Your Surrender4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Merlin, no!" Lily said exasperatedly as he felt the frustration build in his shoulders.
Their first date was not going as he planned. He had wanted to sweep her off her feet and make her melt at how romantic he was. Though, after she said she didn't want to go to the Three Broomsticks, he had to come up with something new. Snow was beginning to fall around them as he waved at a few mates that were heading over to the Hog's Head.
Turning to look across at Lily, she was staring up at the snow as if she'd been waiting for it. Her deep emerald eyes seemed to sparkle as the snowflakes collected on her eyelashes and throughout her red hair. She looked gorgeous, slightly dusted with shimmering powder as she stuck out her tongue slowly to catch a stray flake. It gave him an idea.
"Stay here, will you? Don't leave, I promise I'll be right back," he put up his hands and grabbed her shoulders as if planting her into the ground. She ki
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 Quidditch3 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
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
Time of Their Lives Chapter 15Chapter 15: Something Old and Something NewTime of Their Lives Chapter 154 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Ok what's going on Professor?" said Harry.
"Harry in a little less that two months you are going to moving out of Hogwarts to live on your own. I think it is time that we had a discussion about what you plan to do with the properties that you own." she said to him.
"Properties?" said Harry feeling thoroughly confused, he knew that he owned one property, Grimauld Place, Sirius had left it to him in his will, but he didn't know of any other property that he owned.
"Yes..." said McGonagall, "You are aware I take it, that you own Grimauld Place, but Harry you also are the owner of your parents house in Godrics Hollow." she said.
Harry stared at her. Now that she said it he felt completely stupid for never having realized it before. Of course he owned his parents house, he was their only son.
"You will need to decide of course which house you would like to make your residence and then also decide what you would like to do with your second p
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
BeautifulRon sighed as he stared hard at his reflection in the dusty mirror. His hair seemed to have grown wild overnight. He tried every spell he could think of but nothing seemed to make his hair stay flat. Giving it up as a bad job he straightened his robes and looked at the watch he'd gotten for his seventeenth birthday. She would be here in about an hour.Beautiful3 years ago in Romance More Like This
At a loss for something better to do Ron began pacing back and forth across his room. As he paced, he allowed his thoughts to wander. Unsurprisingly he found his thoughts wandering to Hermione, the girl of his dreams. Smiling slightly, Ron thought about the day he'd asked her out for their first date.
She had been out in the garden; a book lay open across her lap. She had decided to return to Hogwarts to continue her education. Ron had laughed when he first heard, but he knew Hermione needed to complete her schooling for her to be happy. He remembered how the sun had reflected golden rays off her hair; her eyes seemed to sparkle as she ga
You Put Your Arms Around Me...Pain, like she'd never felt before.You Put Your Arms Around Me...3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It coursed through her body, coming from the tip of Bellatrix's wand, sending her screaming, begging for it to stop. It was killing her, driving her insane, and she knew if it didn't stop, she'd never see anyone at all again. All she could think of was to answer the questions coming from the darkness, but not give themselves up.
Hermione's screams of, "We found it⎯ we found it⎯ Please! No!" echoed in Malfoy Manor. The simple incantation Crucio was causing her to feel all her bones being snapped, her flesh being torn off her body, her insides being ripped out. It hurt her like nothing else could. But through the agony she could hear her name being yelled, in the only voice that could matter. Ron's.
She held onto his words, knowing it was the only thing that kept her sane. Hopelessly sane, because Hermione knew that they were going to die tonight. They had been caught, with no defenses, no allies, no weapons. And her two best
Those Who Tell the Truth Shall Live Forever Ch. 1Those Who Tell the Truth Shall Live Forever Ch. 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
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DistractedHermione was spending Easter Holidays at the Burrow along with her parents. She didn't want to spend Easter away from them, not now that things seemed to be getting back to normal, but she didn't want to spend Easter away from Ron either, so she was ecstatic (and more than a little surprised if she was honest with herself) when her parents agreed with her suggestion to spend Easter at the Burrow.Distracted3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Currently she was cuddled up on the sofa revising for her N.E.W.T.s. Arthur and Molly had taken her parents to Diagon Alley to show them around and would be back in the evening, Harry and Ginny had gone out for a walk, George was at the shop, and Ron was taking a shower.
She was so engrossed in her studying that she didn't hear Ron entering the room, creeping behind her and grabbing the book out of her hands.
"Ron! Firstly, don't do that! You nearly gave me a heart-attack! And secondly, give me my book back!"
"I think you've done enough studying for today Hermione."
She stood and marched over
Prompt: CakeSix year old Remus sits and broods in his dark, silent bedroom. He listens to his mother cry all the time. He listens to his father pace - heavy boots on the creaky wooden floor. And he sits in his bed, staring down at his blanket and feeling rather lost.Prompt: Cake2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Even now, months later, nobody knows what to do with him. Society doesn't accept werewolves. Werewolves are dangerous. Werewolves are brutal and bloodthirsty. He sits in his bed day after day, everyone speaking in hushed tones and peeking in on him as if he were dying. And he wonders why.
His parents had, of course, sent for all sorts of healers and philosophers and potions masters -anyone who might be able to help, to reverse what had happened to him. He is one of the youngest werewolves alive, and because of that, many who saw him were optimistic. Youth heals, after all. Youth is not as affected the way things affect adults. Children are strong and active.
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
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
Ficlet: PlanningThe door to Ron's bedroom opened and a distressed-looking Hermione walked in. She had come back from Hogwarts that same day and, since her parents hadn't been able to attend the small graduation ceremony held at Hogwarts for all the seventh years, they had taken her to dinner. Apparently, it hadn't gone well.Ficlet: Planning3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'What's wrong?' Ron asked, throwing aside the magazine he had been reading as he waited for her.
'My parents.' She sighed. 'I I don't know '
To see Hermione struggling to find her words was rare; Ron thought he was the only one allowed to see her like that. He promptly got to his feet and led her to his bed, where they sat. She sighed again and said, 'I really don't know what to do with my life now.'
'What are you talking about? You're always making plans. Are you telling me you never planned what you were going to do after Hogwarts?'
'Yesno. I don't know.'
She looked at him pleadingly, silently asking for patience.
'The thing is, there are a lot of things I'd lik
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
I Thought You KnewHermione watched as her orange fluff ball of a cat flew past chasing a rat. The sight made her smile sadly as she recalled a memory from her third year, when Ron had accused Crookshanks of eating his rat.I Thought You Knew4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"He never did apologize," she said softly.
"Who didn't apologize?" asked a voice from behind her. Hermione jumped slightly before turning to face Ginny who had come into the room while her back was turned.
"Oh, no one." Ginny shrugged and walked over to the bed on which her trunk lay open and empty. "I wish I could just use magic to pack my trunk!" she exclaimed. "Packing it by hand just takes forever!" Hermione smiled again. She'd had her own trunk packed an hour ago. Ginny looked up and caught Hermione's smile. "Mum says that if you're done packing she'd appreciate some help in the kitchen.
Sighing, Hermione stood up and began to make her way down to the kitchen. She paused outside because she could hear voices coming from the room. She realised it was only Mr and Mrs Weasley so she
8. RiddleGinny watched a strange look cross Ron and Hermione's faces as she leaned against her mother. Both stood at the same time as the look faded and walked briskly to the entrance of the Great Hall, and that was when Ginny knew Harry was with them. She hadn't spoken to him since he shooed her from the Room of Requirement, hadn't stopped thinking about him since a funny feeling went through her while searching the grounds, hadn't stopped wanting to hold him since she saw him in Hagrid's arms. She yearned to follow the three of them, to latch onto Harry's arm and never let it go again, but she knew the time wasn't right. He wasn't ready for her, and she wasn't ready for him. Not yet.8. Riddle2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She stood up and left her mother's side. None of her family seemed to notice. Bill and Fleur were wrapped so tightly together that it was difficult to tell whose robes were whose; Percy and Charlie were talking quietly, their eyes full o
Gred and Forge - 50 Percent"Let's give this a hundred percent," grinned Fred.Gred and Forge - 50 Percent3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Oh yeah, a hundred percent," George laughed.
"Fifty percent from me..."
"And fifty from me," George finished, nodding. The twins high-fived, smiling wide.
"How about you go for two hundred percent this time?" Oliver asked, rolling his eyes and looking at he Beaters with a half-scowl, "I mean, if each of you are only giving fifty..."
"Then you're getting a nice, round hundred percent," Fred interrupted.
"Yeah, and isn't that enough for you?" George asked.
"Being a little greedy, now, are we, Wood?"
"I think he is, Freddie."
"I think you're right, Georgie."
Oliver ran a hand over his face, "Just keep Harry out of trouble..." he said, turning as the rest of the Quidditch team arrived.
"Ah, great..." Fred smirked.
"Time for the pep talk then, eh?" George asked.
"I believe so, yes," Fred nodded, a feigned look of solemnity on his face.
That's really how it always went with the twins. Together they were a hundred percent, each was fifty per
Hey There Hermione-a parodyHey there HermioneHey There Hermione-a parody8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What's it like in Muggle cities?
You may be out with Viktor Krum
But in those robes you look so pretty
Yes you do
The Yule Ball's nothing without you
Oh yeah, it's true
Hey there Hermione
Don't you worry about the magic
Even though we may have problems
We know they won't end up tragic
Don't you fear
Like with that troll, I'll be right here
Yes, I'll stay near
Magic's what you do to me
Magic's what you do to me
Magic's what you do to me
Magic's what you do to me
It's what you do to me
Hey there Hermione
I know times might soon get hard
But even with He Who Must Not Be Named
I promise I'll stand guard
I'll help you fight
I'll stay with you throughout the night
We'll be alright
Hey there Hermione
There's something I must say
But every single time I try to talk
Bloody Krum takes you away
You run along
And start to dance to that dumb song
It takes too long
Magic's what you do to me
Magic's what you do to me
Magic's what you do to me
Magic's what you do to me
Memoirs of a Muggle Born Ch 13Still busy with work. Sorry.Memoirs of a Muggle Born Ch 134 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I cursed and threw the stone tablet at the wall where it hit with a sharp crack before clattering to the floor. I had stopped worrying about whether it would break some time ago. This was not the first occasion in which I had thrown it in anger over the past few weeks, and at this point I was so disgusted I doubt I really would have minded at all if it had broken. I looked back down at my Arithmancy essay but angry tears were filling my eyes so I shoved it aside and went to flop miserably on my bed.
It had been three weeks and four days since that perfect night in Ron's apartment, and after that wonderful moment everything had been as perfect as ever, for a few days. Then things began to change, slowly at first, just small differences. Ron and Harry had spent a Saturday together without Ginny and I, something that was not at all remarkable seeing as they were best friends, but ever since that day Ron had been pulling away. At first I tried to rationa
Arnold and Names ArnoldArnold and Names4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You have the worst name choosing capabilities I have ever seen." Ron Weasley said as he stared at the new family member. Arnold the purple pygmy puff sat on his new perch and tweeted.
"Really? Because naming your owl Pig was not my idea." Ginny retorted as she fed her new pet. Ron sighed,
"You named him Pigwidgeon BEFORE I could name him properly." Ginny rolled her eyes and sat on the couch next to her brother.
"I was young and naïve back then plus we haven't had a pet since you had your puffskin years ago," Ginny explained. Ron opened his mouth to snap at her b
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