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Sherlock: The Drunken Truth.
Chapter One: Bored Again
Sherlock screamed at the top of his lungs, I barely looked up at him from my laptop screen. I was still angry with him from yesterday when he decide to call me at three in the morning and tell me he was kidnaped and dying, causing me to wake up frantic to get to him and realize he just wanted to use my phone. He honest to god just wanted to use my phone to send a text and me that he knew I would have ever had come if he just asked to us my phone.
"John, I'm bored," He says and I continue to type at the keys, "What are you doing?" Sherlock raises his voice walking over to me.
"Blogging Sherlock, I'm a blogger that is what I do." Sherlock peers over my shoulder, "No, the car was green John." Sherlock reaches over slapping my hands away so he could backspace the switch my words with his.
"Right, then why don't you just write the bloody thing?" I say and look over my shoulder at him, we were close really close anymore and I wou
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Sherlock: Sick and Tired.
Chapter Five: I hate you John Watson.
I am amazingly warm, calm and comfortable. I am in bed in the flat- no I am outside in a grass covered hill, high up pointed towards the sun. Everything looks beautiful, there was no death or confusion everything was at peace and I could breathe in the crisp warm air of safety. Bird overhead chirping in a sing song fashion, it made me smile to be here.
I lay on my stomach feeling the warm soft grass under my skin, a hand touches my back. I look up to see Sherlock he was smiling down at me, dressed in his usual attire. His face is clear and still pale under the sun but he looked happy just being here touching my back softly.
"Am I dead?" I ask him and he shakes his head, "No, John." His voice is deep and full of life.
"I am dying then," I say but I couldn't help the smile across my face.
"Yes. No. Maybe," He responds shrugging a bit then leans down to kiss my shoulder; his lips felt like rose peddles.
"I am just here; I am
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Sherlock: Sick and Tired.
Chapter Four: Best Intentions.
Sherlock has been attached to his computer screen for the past two days; he has gotten better fever gone down and his throat better but still hurt him. I should have suspected one of two things, one I couldn't hold Sherlock back too long and the second that he was up to no good, no good at all. I should have suspected when he stopped pacing the floors or complaining, that something was off and when he started to mess around on his laptop for hours or check his phone every half hour. For some reason I ignored this and put it off as him trying to cope in indoor life while he got better, maybe Sherlock was right to be frustrated that people just don't think.
No I didn't question until I woke one morning tied to a chair facing Sherlock who was also tied to a bloody chair facing me. His head dipped swaying side to side; at least he wasn't dead, yet not until I got through with him. If we lived that long anyway, I looked around with ha
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Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious?
Chapter One: Bloody hell Mycroft, you have such bad timing.
Note: I promise you all this is a Johnlock fic XD there is a subplot to this plot! LOL I just didn't want to confuse any of you. Alright carry on.
"I'm getting fat," John stated aloud not really caring if Sherlock heard him or not, as he pinched a small roll of fat between his thumb and index finger. John made a face looking down at it then shoved his jumper down firmly over his stomach, John wasn't sure if he could shower tonight without noticing it.
"Mmm," Sherlock grunted a late reply as he lay on the couch in his dressing gown staring up at the ceiling. John knew Sherlock could care less about his physical appearance as long as John could still run after him during a case. John could proudly say he could still do that even with the bit of weight gain, which was now disappointing him.
'It must be the excess of takeaway I've been consuming with Sherlock' John thought as he crossed the sitting roo
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Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious?
Chapter Three: Perfect Sherlock being perfect, John thought,
Mycroft sat in his office bored looking out over London out his window. Such a tedious job watching over his brother all the time but what else was he to do, Sherlock need to be looked after. Constantly putting him-self in danger and gallivanting around like he was bullet proof.
Mycroft sighed picking his mobile off his desk but there was nothing new just yet to distract him for a few hours so he found himself looking through his contacts. He found Greg's name popping out to him and he found himself grinning as he started to text.
How are you this evening? MH
Mycroft waited for a reply that took nearly ten minutes to come to him.
Mycroft, do you have any idea what time it is? GL
Mycroft grinned shifting to cross his legs.
I am very aware of the hour, how are you? MH
His reply came three minutes later; Lestrade was shifting around since Mycroft had woken him. Mycroft found him thinking of a half-na
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Sherlock: You've gotten into my Bloodstream
"I think I might have inhaled you,
I could feel you behind my eyes,
You've gotten into my bloodstream,
I can feel you flowing in me,
The spaces in-between two minds,
And all of the places they have been,
The spaces in-between,"
Bloodstream - Stateless
Sherlock: "A jump start of the heart,"
A, symphony all of your own, moving with quiet grace, a structured, practiced flow of music in the form of skin and bone. Every dip, lining up with a perfectly high pitch of tone, anyways something unexpected in-between, something unseen that leaves you on the edge of your seat as if the only thing that matters is to understand the music. To figure out what makes it tick, what makes it fall flat or speed to a conclusion, what make it linger on a tone?
A Pandora's Box I thought I would never open.
A musical instrument I've learned and inspected closely, as perfectly balanced like strings on a violin. Every touch creates
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Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious?
Chapter Two: "Sherlock is in love with you,"
"What do you want now?" John said with annoyance seeping from his words as Mycroft sat with his legs crossed and his tight lipped smile on his face.
"Just checking in of course," John clenched and unclenched my hands standing in Mycroft's office feeling a bit numb. John doesn't respond to him, just stares him down hoping he would get the point.
"Does my brother know about your little, midnight snogging?" John furrows his brow at Mycroft licking at his bottom lip, "I take that as a yes, poor baby brother," Mycroft shakes his head.
"What do you mean by that?" John asks him and Mycroft presses his lips together amused, looking down at his lap then back up to John.
"Sherlock is not good with expressing himself, but I thought you would have figured it out by now," John presses his eyes closed suppressing the urge to punch something, He hated when Mycroft was cryptic.
"Can you just get to the point?" John then says ste
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Sherlock: The Drunken Truth.
Chapter Two: The Understanding.
When I woke up everything from last night felt like a dream but when I tried to move Sherlock was there pressed against my side. His long limbs draped over mine, still asleep. I shifted my head to look at him, to really look at his beautiful face. He looked younger when he slept and he already looked like a very sexy sculpted baby when he was awake and about. I grin knowing how creepy that last thought was but it's not like anyone will hear me anyway.
I don't move an inch; I just lay there under Sherlock listening to his soft breathing. I could feel his heart beating against my skin, a pulsating point of energy with one objective, stay alive. It was strange to think that without that one organ moving constantly Sherlock wouldn't be here with me. I had no idea what to expect when he did wake up and I didn't want to lose this, this right now where nothing mattered but him laying here with me. This where there were no murders, n
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Sherlock: Caring Is Not an Advantage Part 1
Part One: Is It Alright If I Come Home?
My best friend Sherlock Holmes is dead.
This building never looked so tall before, honestly Bart's was never the tallest of all buildings but when I look up now it hurts my neck. Its blinding and I could see Sherlock standing up there, his black coat sweeping around his legs as he stared down at me. I cannot hear what he's saying; there is nothing but a droning sound coming from my phone.
I think he's cry, but I'm not sure if I know he's crying or my brain is making this up.
My brain must be making this up, I must be dreaming, because now I am running. I am running through the empty darkened halls of Bart's looking for Sherlock. I was searching for the door to lead me up to the roof, my mobile pressed to my ear and I think I'm shouting or Sherlock is shouting at me but I cannot understand the words.
Opening doors that lead to nowhere, these doors are all dead ends hundreds of doors, if don't hurry She
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Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious?
"Mycroft," Sherlock sneered at the same time John said, "Lestrade,"
Both men looked to each other for a second then Sherlock cleared his throat and muttered "Right," before closing his laptop and climbing out of John's bed.
"Sherlock?" John said the other man's name like a question, Sherlock didn't stop or turn back at he said, "I'll be downstairs," And he left John's room. John felt his stomach clench and all he wanted to do was run after Sherlock, just go to him and kiss him again or maybe toss himself onto Sherlock's back so he couldn't leave, something was better than just letting him leave the room.
John sighed deeply before turning his attention back to his phone and Lestrade's text.
Morning, do you want to have breakfast together? I have sometime before work. GL
John heard his stomach grumble and cursed it for betraying him. He clicked his phone off then rolled onto his stomach to bury his face in his pillow suppressing the urge to scre
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Impa: He went out to clear his head.
Zelda: Do ya know when he'll be back?
Impa: I guess when his head is empty.
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Shadow: Is your refrigerator running?
Rouge: That joke is older than you!
Shadow: One moment, Chaos Control!
Rouge: Hello? No one's there. What- why do i get the feeling he's plotting something at my home?
Rouge: My fridge just transformed! (Calls Shadow) Shadow!
Shadow: Is your refrigerator running now?
Rouge: Yes, and now it has soda bottles for lasers, a turkey for a mace, and ice cube trays for shields.
Shadow: So it chose to stay and fight.
Rouge: That wasn't funny. Where'd you gat an Allspark shard?
Shadow: It was mixed in wih your emerald shards.
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Eggman:*calls bartender* I'd like to speak to Pin Gas.
Bartender: PIN GAS! Is there a Pin Gas here?!
Eggman hangs up laughing his fat butt off.
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Bunnie: *calls Antoine and is impersonating Sally* I'm pregnant and you're the father!
Antoine: Look, I'm REALLY sorry, Princess. You zee, my swimming trunks fell off and your bazing
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Top 10 Reasons Ganondorf was so evil.
10: He wanted to say all the cool lines.
9: He liked doing the "MuWahahahaha" villian laugh.
8: His mom wouldnt let him take over the neighborhood.
7: Because the Gerudo teased him when he was a kid, and now he has issues.
6: He flunked ethical conduct classes in Gerudo school.
5: Too much Hardcore Hyrule Rock music.
4: Too much violence on Hyrule TV.
3: He thought "Ganonland" was a better name for the kingdom than Hyrule.
2: As a kid he was force-fed all the vegetables on his dinner plate.
And the #1 Reason:
Because a Hylian TP-ed his yard and put a flaming bag of dog poop on his front porch and he(Ganondorf) vowed revenge.
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Top 10 Reasons Link played an Ocarina:
10: He liked the sound it made.
9: He joined the Temple of Time chior.
8: It annoyed Navi when he played off-key. XDDD
7: Because horses respond better to high pitched sounds.
6: It caused abnormal growth in frogs(which Link thought was cool).
5: Because Nintendo paid him 1 million rupees.
4: Because Hylian chicks dig flute players.
3: He only had to learn a few notes.
2: He used it to win the Hyrule Idol competition.
And the #1 Reason:
There wasnt any more room for his Guitar Hero and Rock Band set. LoL. XDD
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The Top 10 evil things Ganondorf did to Hyrule while Link slept for 7 years:
10: He made most Hylians vote themselves out of Hyrule on a reality show.
9: He rigged the Hyrulian elections by making Hylians count "chad" votes.
8: He stole candy from ALL Hylian babies. XDD
7: He gave all the Hylian school kids noogies, wedgies, took thier lunch money, and then hoisted them up the school's flag poll by their underwear. LMAO XD(that was hilariously evil.)
6: He brought Jerry Springer's talk show to Hyrule.
5: He formed the Hyrule Democratic Party.
4: He magically turned all the cool Guitar Hero songs into "oldies" sang by Alvin and the Chipmunks. XDDD
3: He made Hylians wear Spongebob clothes.(that was especially evil. XD)
2: He tortured Hylians by making them play the Virtual Boy until their eyes were burned out of their sockets.
And the Number 1 evil thing that Ganondorf did to Hyrule while Link slept for 7 years:
1: He made ALL of Hyrule play CD-i Zelda games and watch Barney the Purple
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Zelda: I wonder what happened to Link?
Midna: Ohh, he rode off on Epona to clear his head.
Zelda: Do ya know when he'll be back?
Midna: I guess when his head is empty.
*both Zelda and Midna laugh*
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In Soviet Mushromm Kingdom:
(All by TomZoner)
Mushrooms eat you.
Yoshi rides on you.
Princess Peach kidnaps Bowser.
Mario's in Luigi's shadow.
F.L.U.D.D. cleans Isle Delfino with you.
Thank you, Princess! But our Mario is in another castle!
Luigi call Yoshi 'Mama'!
In Soviet dA XDDIm doing a "In Soviet dA" joke list. I got the idea from Chaomaster's comment in his shoutbox.In Soviet dA XDD in Fan Fiction More Like This
In Soviet dA:
-accounts open you.
-art faves you.
-points and llamas give you.
-deviants ban admins. YEEESSSS! XD
-plz accounts spam you.
-you spam trolls. LoL
-groups convert you. LAWL
-folders open you.
-art uploads you.
-comments post you.
-journals write you.
-Shoutbox shouts in you!(chaomaster)
-groups join you!(That canadian tiger)
-Mudkipz liek you!(That canadian tiger)
-Art collects you! (chaomaster)
-Daily Deviation suggests you! (chaomaster)
-Note sends you! (chaomaster)
LoLzy Sonic ParodySonic, Knuckles, and Tails are at a bar. Sonic and Tails are drinking bottles of Moebius Lite, but Knuckles is drinking a generic lite beer.LoLzy Sonic Parody in Humor More Like This
Sonic: Why arent you drinking Moebius Lite?
Knuckles: What? I thought Id just have an ordinary lite beer.
Sonic: But Moebius Lite has more taste.
Knuckles: Nah. Im good with this.
Sonic: Well Knuckles, that's the second un-manly thing youve done today.
Knuckles: Really? What was the first?
*flashback to Sonic and Tails over-hearing Knuckles singing "Barbie Girl" in the shower*
Knuckles: Yes, I guess that was very un-manly. I'll have a Moebius Lite.
Sonic: hey Tails, what are ya watching?
Tails: A YouTube video of Knuckles singing in the shower.
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Hyrule-man's BAD VIDEOGAME TOURNAMENT OF SHAME 4th Edition
This fourth tournament is for humor, silliness, and bashing videogames that suck. This time the tournament is an unlimited suck class. Instead of 4 games from one console, it will be teams of games from various consoles. The representitive games will be chosen randomly and the teams will enter the Arena of Suckiness in which the teams and their games will suck it out until only the suckiest are left sucking. And may the WORST games win.*smakd* XD
Friday the 13th-NES
Havest Moon: A wonderful life-NGC(donated by tara-toons)
Shenmue-Dreamcast(donated by secretsheik)
-Zelda's Adventure opens up to an FMV scene where some white-haired guy in a costume that looks like it was found in a dumpster behind Chuck Cheese is telling you to save Link, but the only good part about this garbage is that it ditches the abominable side-scrolling format of Faces of Evil and Wand of Gamelon, and harkens back to the orig
13: Peppermint: JohnLockJohn loves peppermint, especially when it´s tea. But Sherlock did NOT like it.13: Peppermint: JohnLock in Short Stories More Like This
"Put your tea away" Sherlock growled. "Why should I? I still want to drink it and it´s sooo delicious...!"
"I don´t like the smell, it´s peppermint!"
- "Well I also don´t like body parts in our fridge but I don´t complain. I also don´t say a word when you play the violin at 4 am."
Sherlock couldn´t win against John. He knew he was right, but still...
"John, put the tea away.... please."
This was the word he never had used before.
John looked at him surprised.
"So you... beg me to put it away...?"
Sherlock nodded. John drank the tea right after that, stood up and went to him.
"Thank you, honey." He leaned against Sherlock, hugging him.
A bit puzzled but happy, Sherlock also hugged him.
- Well... I think I´m going to use this word more often... - he thought.
9: Ice Skating"I can´t do this... I don´t like it, John."9: Ice Skating in Short Stories More Like This
"You´ll be able to skate, Sherlock, don´t worry. Look, I´m going to help you. Give me your hands."
John reached out for Sherlocks hands, pulling him away from the edge of the rink.
He stood very insecure on his skates, dangling a bit.
"Fokus your weight on the middle of your body. Good, good... no move your feet forward... yes! That´s it!"
Sherlock was able to skate a bit with John´s help. Both smiled happily and they went on training.
30 minutes later, he was able to run over the rink without help. Slowly, but on his own.
John and Sherlock skated side by side, talking about everything. After a while, they spotted Anderson and his wife. She was acting well on the ice, but not Anderson. He fell down - twice.
"Thinking about dinosaurs won´t help him" whispered John and Sherlock started to giggle.
"I still think one of his dinosaurs ancestors is the reason they became extinct. He was too stupid to
10: Frost: JohnLockIt was cold in London. Snow was falling down slowly and turned everything white.10: Frost: JohnLock in Short Stories More Like This
It was the 5th day that everywhere was snow. But nothing stopped the criminals. Nothing.
Sherlock and John were standing near a crime scene. A brutal murder. Sherlock already had deduced everything Lestrade and the cops had to know about this. The two were on their way home already.
"How can you be so... without emotions when you see a dead person? It does not touch you? Not at all?" John asked Sherlock directly.
"No, not really - no John, let me finish speaking. I don´t feel anything because I got used to corpses. Also, the person would not want to bemourned from strangers. Family and friends, yes. But strangers? I think we should find the murderer instead of crying."
John didn´t answer for over minutes.
"Yes... I understand this..."
He squeezed Sherlock´s hand a bit more.
"But it´s a good thing that you think about them", Sherlock added, "Because if there should be something like
5: Christmas Tree: JohnLock"We can´t assemble a christmas tree in our flat. It´s too small." John said while looking around. "Anyway, it´s boring. Why cutting a tree and decorate it? It looks better in a forest." Sherlock was lying on the couch - bored again. There was still no case to solve.5: Christmas Tree: JohnLock in Short Stories More Like This
"But it´s a tradition to put a tree inside your flat or house and decorate it..." John sighed. "A small plant, at least? Please, Sherlock... this´d make me happy..."
Sherlock looked at his lover who had puppy eyes now. Sherlock couldn´t resist those eyes...
"Well, ok. A small plant with a small chain of lights... and more Mistle Toes. One is not enough." - "One is not enough?! Sherlock, you´re standing under this Mistle Toe once per hour! One IS enough! Also, we´re having "fun" every night in your bed, you even wake me up for this...!" John blushed a bit.
"But you like that." Sherlocked grinned.
"I´ve nothing against it, but you´re assigning me like hell... I still
1: Mistletoe: JohnLock- It´s christmas time again... december started. God I hate this time... so much colourful lights around buildings, a waste of energy. Meeting the family, dull and boring. I don´t even want to see them... and there was no case for over two weeks.. I need one! -1: Mistletoe: JohnLock in Short Stories More Like This
"Sherlock, can you give me the chain of lights?" John asked Sherlock with a smile. He nodded and gave him the snowflake-shaped lights which John put on the christmas tree.
He just loved to decorate their flat and Sherlock likes to watch him doing this. Mainly because it made him happy, so happy he actually smiles like a child.
John moved around the flat and then it happened. He stood under a mistletoe.
Sherlock grinned and sneaked behind him, hugged John careful and lay his head on Johns shoulder.
"Hey, what´s wrong with you...?" John turned around and looked into Sherlocks blue eyes.
He just leaned down to him, kissing him softly on the mouth, wandering to Johns neck and biting there lightly. John was too surp
2: Hot Chocolate: JohnLock"So... why did you bath in ice water again? For over an hour?!" John asked Sherlock a bit angry. Sherlock was sitting on the couch, wrapped with several blankets and still shivering. "I-it was fo-for an experim-ment" he said with a low and shaky voice. "You nearly drowned! I´m glad that I entered the bathroom early enough... you dozed away in the bathtub because you were supercooled...!"2: Hot Chocolate: JohnLock in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock looked away with guilt in his eyes. Not only guilt but also sadness. Because he made John worry about him. He had hurted him - again. Sherlock didn´t want to hurt him ever again.
"I-I am so-sorry.." he whispered a bit depressed. John sighed. "Stay there so you get warm again." He left the room, leaving Sherlock alone. Soon, he started to feel a bit better and did not shiver that much anymore. But he still felt a cold feeling in his chest.
John returned with a steaming cup of... Hot Chocolate?
"Here, drink this. It´ll help you to warm-up." John gave him the cup with a heart-wa
14: Gingerbread: Johnlock"John, do you need something? I´ll go to the supermarket" Sherlock asked.14: Gingerbread: Johnlock in Short Stories More Like This
John looked up from his laptop.
He was suprised.
"You... go to the supermarket? YOU?!"
- "Yes... I do this. Why?"
"Well... this would be the first time you go into a shop like this."
- ".... there´s always a first time for everything."
"Ok, ok.... let´s see... I´d like to have some gingerbread."
"You asked me, I gave you an answer. So don´t complain."
- "..... fine. See you."
Sherlock left the flat and didn´t return for over one hour. John started to worry about him but then, finally, he returned.
"What happened that you were more than an hour out?" John wanted to know.
- "I helped a girl who lost her cat. We found it after 20 minutes."
"Aww, sweet." John hugged Sherlock.
"Do you have the gingerbread?"
- "Of course, and I´d like to feed you with this... ~ "
John smiled. "I exactly know where this will end ~ "
Sherlock kissed him. "And I know that you
3: Snow: JohnLock"Finally snow...!" John was running out of the flat, looking up into the sky. The snowflakes were falling down silently and slowly, coating London in a white colour.3: Snow: JohnLock in Short Stories More Like This
"I really missed this last year... oh I hope it´ll stay everywhere!"
"John, come back into the flat, you´ll catch a cold!" Sherlock said, standing in the hallway and looking worried.
"But... there was no snow last year and it finally comes down... I love snow!!"
John looked at him with kinda sad eyes. He knew that Sherlock couldn´t win against his puppy eyes. He sighed and took his coat, putting it over John´s shoulders.
"Come back in a few minutes so I can warm you ~ " he whispered with a seductive smile.
"Of course, my dear." John asked with a kiss on Shrelock´s cheek.
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"No. You were drunk a few days ago and I don´t want you to be drunk again."
- "I want to drink it!"
"NO means NO!"
- "Give it to me!"
"I do NOT want to see you drunk again."
- "You were also drunk 2 days ago, remember?"
- "Give it. Give me the cider back!"
- "So you want to drink it on your own?!"
"Wha- no! None of us will drink today!"
- "You prefer a different "entertainment"?"
"..." Sherlock blushed a bit.
"Yes" was his whispered answer. John grinned and pulled Sherlock on the couch, kissing him.
- "Good boy ~ "
".... you´re already drunk, right...?"
- "Love you too."
11: Eggnog: JohnLockJohn bought eggnog to celebrate... well, just for fun. Because he wanted to.11: Eggnog: JohnLock in Short Stories More Like This
He also wanted Sherlock to test it - he never drank eggnog before!
"Why do I have to?"
"Because it tastes good. I know you´ll like it."
"... but... alcohol destroys brain cells - "
"- if you drink too much, yes. Just ONE cup, Sherlock, come on."
Sherlock tried the eggnog. But he wasn´t used to alcohol - he never drank any.
Result: drunken Sherlock after a single cup.
He was currently sitting on John´s lap, kissing his neck.
"Sherlock... stop that. You´re drunk. I don´t want to do this when you´re like this..." John said although he had a blushed face.
"Hmmm... come on, Jawn. I wan to di iit... please..."
He bit John lightly and removed after this, grinning like a little devil.
"Jawn~ ... I know you want it, too... your pupils are dilated..."
Sherlock couldn´t finish the sentence. John carried him into their bedroom and closed the door.
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I untangled Harry from me, he groaned a bit but today was my day with my sister in law, Hermione, I needed to talk to her about things I couldn't talk to Harry about.
"Don't" he said as I tried to crawl out of bed.
"Why not?" I said kissing him.
"I have the day off, the Gala is tonight and I wanted to spend it with you." he said kissing my neck.
"Tempting but Harry, I planned this with 'Mione before she left on her honeymoon I can't cancel now."
"Please" he begged pulling me back into bed
"No I need to see her I need a girl afternoon." I said getting up.
"Are you sick of me?" he pouted coming over to me
"Then why don't you want to stay with me?" he said turning me around
"I told you, Hermione"
"That's it just that you want to have a girls day?" he quirked an eyebrow "Really Ginny?"
"Yes that's it."
"It just that you haven't been out much since the tryout and I haven't been here much because of the ministry, and I don't know I thought we could have a lazy da
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I awoke the next morning to Harry unwrapping himself from me. I looked up at him and pouted wishing he would've told me the truth and not just half of it. He was undressing from his dress clothes and shuffling to the bathroom; starting the shower I could see the steam rising from under the door.
Sighing I remembered that today was his meeting with the Auror department and the training process. Of course being Harry Potter he wouldn't have to train very long he would probably be able to get in with just being him. That's one more thing for me to worry about, I have done years of worrying for him and he'll never know.
Rolling over and getting out of bed and strolled to the bathroom. I grabbed my toothbrush and began my morning routine. Perhaps I'll visit George today?
"You're up early" he called from the shower
"Well I couldn't find the blanket and you left so I was cold"
"Sorry about that" he said getting out wrapping a towel around himself. There were beads of water glisten
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"I'm not!" I cried "Tom I don't understand this why are you treating me like this I thought we were "
"Were in love? I only used you to perform my deeds"
"But all the things you said, you couldn't have been lying?"
"You think I would have spilled my secrets to you a pathetic little girl, too shy to stand up on her own two feet, too jealous of her brothers" he chuckled a dark laugh "Crucio" he shouted at me
I writhed on the floor in pain Moaning Myrtle cackled to herself. "Poor girl"
"I would have expected better from you Tom! You were my friend I loved you! I can't believe you that you were so kind. All we did together Tom, how can you say it meant nothing! You are nothing but a boy with abandonment issues. You are jealous of my family of the people I love. I tried to show you compassion but "
"I think I have no further use of you, Avada "
I forced my eyes open I no longer was in the
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I was siting in the shop with a flurry of emotions flying around. Reading this drivel sprouted from the quill of none other that Rita the liar Skeeter! Now she had lost the respect of most of the wizarding world when she decided she would tear down the reputation of late headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. She made him out to be something of a coward and made many a people change their views on the great man.
I never hated that woman so much, but now she had new prey, the team, for once it wasn't Harry she was after she was thirsty for the tears of the team. Most importantly Draco and me, she had written something of a 'forbidden love' story. It went something along the lines of family rivalry, and how there is a fine line between love and hate and daft opposites. I had one word for this stupidity, RUBBISH!
"Ginny are you alright?" George asked, patting my clenched hand. I let out a shaky breath, torn between hexing the slag out of oblivion and ignoring the whole thing a
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I sat on the floor peering through the curtains, about to hex every single bloody reporter out there. How could they believe that lie? From what I could tell, by the name tags hovering over their heads, they were Witch Weekly a teen magazine. Quiddish the gossip magazine for everything Quidditch. The Prophet basically the news. Rich Snitches a informative magazine featuring female Quidditch players. There were loads more and from what I could see there were more coming.
"Blimey" I sighed and then saw Kreacher standing not too far from me. He looked out the window with me, and then said in a quite kind manner. "Is mistress alright?"
"No Kreacher, I'm not too happy at the moment" I said as nicely as I could considering.
"Would mistress like something?"
"No. I would love to see how Dra-Malfoy was reacting to this." I giggled at the thought of Dra I mean Malfoy Did I really just almost call him Draco? He has always been Malfoy anyway I can imagine him gazing out at the sea of rep
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I awoke refreshed and forgetting completely about the reporters that camped out, waiting for me to leave Grimmauld place. Luckily I am within walking distance of an invisibility cloak. The many perks of dating Harry. I felt his arms tighten around my waist, and mumble something about me.
I think he was having a nightmare most likely about the death eaters I had told him about, perhaps I should have told him about Malfoy being at the tryout too. Why did I keep it a secret? Sure Harry would be suspicious of him, and probably jump to conclusions about his motives for joining the team, but would he actually hold me back from playing?
I felt his lips on my neck and a husky "go back to sleep" in my ear.
"I would love to, but someone keeps talking."
"I don't talk in my sleep."
I giggled "Yes you do." and added "do you have to be anywhere today?"
"Not until tonight, you?"
"I should go get my physical but..."
"But you see there are these nasty reporters sleeping outside and I
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Once I got in the door I called for Kreacher to help me.
"Kreacher!" I sobbed through gritted teeth; Feeling the hot tears against my lashes.
"Yes mistress?" he said coming round the corner.
"I need you to help me get upstairs please." I said slumping to the floor.
"Kreacher wouldn't touch you bloo " he drawled
"KREACHER! Please I'm hurt." I cut him off and I gave into my hysterics.
"Kreacher doesn't serve you mistress traitor."
"Do you want to try me?" I said holding my bleeding leg, I saw the crimson seeping through my pant leg, bollocks! That bludger hit me harder than I thought.
"Kreacher apologizes." He said acknowledging my wound. He was a sucker for a damsel, even if it was me.
"Thank you, now help me and pop over to Harry in the ministry."
"Kreacher respects young mistress."
"You better." I said as he took hold of me.
"Kreacher is sorry for hurting young mistress's feelings"
"You are forgiven just get me upstairs, please."
I was upstairs in our room
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I went through the doors, and up to reception, surely there must be someway to get this done as fast and painless as possible. But beside the fact that I was terrified of St. Mungos, I hated getting any examinations, healthwise. I mean I was almost admitted here after my first year. Taking a breath, after reliving Dumbledore coming to my aid on that. I ran my hand through my hair, and got in line.
Person after person went through it and then it was my turn to speak with the receptionist.
"May I help you?" a gravely voice conjured.
"Yes sorry, I'm here for an appointment?"
"I don't seem to have you here"
"Oh sorry I just need a physical"
"Fill out this form and wait over there" she said pointing a wrinkled short finger in the direction of rows of seats, there were at least twenty people waiting. Blimey this was going to take a while.
Nervously picking at my nails, I looked out and saw Andromeda Tonks, walking out of an examination room. Her eyes looked
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"Hey..." I said
He walked away. Is this when worse starts?
I followed him out of the room, this wasn't my fault and I intended to let him know that. Passing Kreacher on the stairs he lightly brushed my leg and smiled. That made me feel a bit better but not much.
"Harry let me explain." I said standing in our bedroom he was angrily taking off his tie and tossing it to the side.
"So is it true?" he said searing holes through me. Merlin knows how much I hate it when he was
"What?" I blinked, so the fight starts now huh?
"It is true isn't it?" he said
"No it's not." I cried
"Don't lie to me Ginny." he sneered
"I'm not." I spat
"Oh really?" he half laughed
"Yes really listen you want to know the truth?"
"It wouldn't make much of a bleeding difference" he seethed
"Yes it would please Harry."
"Tell me then."
"Fine here's the truth. The pictures happened but.." I said taking a deep breath to fit it all in before he could speak "The first one, I apparated onto the pitch and fell into
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Once we were home, we found Hermione asleep on one of the big chairs in the living room. Kreacher was staring at her and said "Young Mrs. Weasley has been asleep for a long time." I went over to her.
"Are you sure you want to disturb her?" Harry asked
"Yes, Ron is probably missing her. And she'll want to know that you are home safe." I said taking the book off her chest and setting it aside.
"Do you just want me to floo her over there?"
"No, she'll likely stun you."
She looked so young when she was asleep, but then again I figured I bet we all do. Lightly brushing a curl of hers off her face and tucking it behind her ear. She awoke and she looked as though she had just been stunned herself; her big brown eyes widened and she had her wand at my throat. I could feel my throat closing up inside, she was performing wandless magic. I could still speak I had hoped,.
"Ginny" Harry said warning me.
"Here to finish me off are you Bellatrix?"
"No 'Mione" I coughed " it's me
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(Approximately Four Million Years in the past…)
It was a beautiful morning on the Africa savannah. The tall grass swayed back and forth from the warm breeze and animals prowled the grasslands looking for their morning meal. High up in a baobab tree, a troop of Australopithecus apes woke and readied themselves for the day. The alpha male, nicknamed Fang, held on to the limbs around him while he scanned the surroundings for predators. He made sure to look very carefully because sometimes a saber-toothed cat was lurking nearby.
When he was satisfied that the surrounding area was safe, he hooted a signal for his troop to get out of the tree. The others below him dropped down and stood upright, looking through the tall grasses while they foraged for breakfast. Fang studied all of them and his eyes settled on one particular female who was walking off by himself. He snorted derisively at her. She was an outcast, at the lowest social strata in their group. She had come from another
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"Wow, this is quite a big cave," the Doctor said as he led the way.
They were going down a stone passageway that was slowly going downwards. The walls were unadorned but they were at a point in time where man didn't do cave paintings yet. There were no evidence of anyone inhabiting the cave, man or animal, but there was definitely something here judging from the readings.
Every once in awhile he would glance back at their newest member. Runt was still with them but she looked a bit skittish now and he wondered if eventually she would bolt back up the passageway towards the safety of a tree. She was extremely brave but he figured it was because she was on her own due to being ostracized so often.
They walked for about fifteen minutes until the Doctor was stopped cold. In front of him was a steel door that prevented them from going further. He looked at Mickey and Rose.
"Definitely not something you see in your common or garden prehistoric era," he said to his companions.
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"Oh come on, you're having me on," Rose said as the TARDIS stopped and powered down.
"All the civilizations in the universe, you don't think one of them came up with the idea of warm snow that never melts?" the Doctor said as they stood at the console. "Oh, ye of little faith. Just follow me then and see for yourself."
Rose grinned at that. She was wearing a pink t-shirt and jean dungarees without a coat or gloves or hat. The Doctor made her dress that way on purpose to prove his point about being able to lie in the snow and not freeze. But even though Rose figured he was telling the truth, she couldn't resist teasing him.
"So if I freeze to death, you gonna bring me back in here and set me up in the console room then?" she said as they walked to the front door.
"You mean…as an icicle?" the Doctor said, pausing to look at her with wide eyes.
"Yeah, a great big icicle, right by the console," Rose said, pointing back to it.
"Just follow me," the Doctor said before opening the
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Rose sat on the lounge sofa staring up at the ceiling while she daydreamed. The lounge was well stocked with everything for leisure from a big screen TV to magazines and board games. Most of the time she made use of all of these things but not now. They had just said goodbye to Sarah Jane and took Mickey on board with them. Mickey was somewhere with the Doctor, probably getting a tour or something like that but Rose had to think over the events of the past few days.
She looked over when Mickey walked into the room.
"Man, this place is incredible," he said, walking over to Rose. "No wonder you keep coming back. It's like a whole other world in here."
"Yeah," Rose said, distracted.
"Rose, are you sure it's okay for me to be here? You didn't seem happy to see me," Mickey said, walking over to her.
"I'm sorry, Mickey, it's just…"
"Just what?" Mickey said, sitting down in a chair beside the sofa.
Rose shook her head.
"Everytime I think I figure the Doctor out, something comes al
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"Hey! Open up!" the Doctor said, slamming his hand against the wall when he reached it first.
He pounded on the wall while Rose ran up beside him and slapped it repeatedly, both of them screaming to be let out. Rose looked behind her and saw the gas was now coming out faster and heavier and it was falling towards them.
"Doctor, there's more of it now," Rose yelled at him.
The Doctor quickly glanced over his shoulder before he resumed his pounding.
"Sir, please stop doing that."
The Doctor stopped pounding when he heard the woman's voice coming from a hidden intercom in the wall.
"What are you doing to us? What is this gas?" the Doctor yelled while Rose stopped slapping the wall and listened.
"It's part of the full package, sir," the woman said in a slightly annoyed voice. "Just relax."
"What? What's the gas s'posed to do?" Rose said to the Doctor.
"I don't know. I don't remember the gas being a part of this the last time I was here," the Doctor said.
"Are they going to kill
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Rose had to admit that Heaven was extremely peaceful. She wondered if the snow was permanent or if Heaven had seasons just like Earth did. But she decided it really didn't matter. A hurricane could be going on and she wouldn't mind, not as long as the Doctor was with her. Wherever the Doctor was, that was Heaven for her.
At the moment, she was walking beside him. She had tried to kiss him but he told her he just wanted to enjoy the scenery for the moment. She decided to do what he wanted, after all they now had all of eternity to be together and make love, right?
"It's beautiful here," Rose said while they walked. "I never imagined Heaven could be like this."
"Rose, listen to me, we're not dead," the Doctor said.
"But…you're glowing," Rose said, looking at him. "You look positively angelic."
The Doctor stopped her and put her hands on her arms.
"Rose, it's the gas, it made you hallucinate," the Doctor said.
"But…we're outside; we're not in that room any longer."
"It's a h
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The female walked at the back, following her new clan. They were enormous. She'd never seen any apes as big as these and they were hairless and wore strange coverings over their bodies. They were very strange looking. The only time she saw hairless apes was when one of her original clan got too close to a fire on the plains and was burned severely and some of her hair had been burned off her body. She wasn't sure who these apes were or how safe were they but she was willing to put her life in their hands to keep herself safe from predators.
She also noticed that the female that dared to speak seemed especially close to the Prime Male. She guessed she was his mate. She thought it strange that there were no other females in his harem though; perhaps they left their clan behind as well?
While they walked, she noticed the sky was growing darker. She began to hoot nervously and Prime Male looked over his shoulder at her.
"What's wrong?" he said as they stopped.
"The sky," Runt
UmbrellasLestrade thanked the barmaid and stared rather moodily at his martini. He plucked out the little paper umbrella that was the sole reason for ordering the martini, and twirled it idly. He'd never told anyone, but he found umbrellas strangely fascinating and attractive. He stared at the spinning spokes of the umbrella so intently that everything else in the pub seemed to disappear around him. He entered a state almost of hypnosis from the pattern on the umbrella. He hadn't realized his fascination was quite so intense.Umbrellas in Short Stories More Like This
Greg was startled out of his reverie by a tap on the shoulder. He jumped and turned to see who it was. Mycroft stood there, abruptly close to Greg's shoulder. He had never noticed that Mycroft wore ties with an umbrella pattern. He found it oddly…
"I need you to come with me," Mycroft said, jolting Lestrade out of his musings. Lestrade narrowed his eyes.
"Why do I need to come with you?" he asked. He didn't know Mycroft very well, but if he was anything like his brother, b
Hearts (prelude/Chapter 1)John looked up from his notebook and looked across the playground. A small, somber boy, probably around the age of six, was looking steadily back at him. John eyed him curiously from the other side of the playground, across the sea of children yelling and playing. The other boy seemed to be trying to read his mind from across the playground. John shook his head slightly, trying to shake off the younger boy's gaze. He turned back to his notebook, and realized that he had been sketching without noticing. Blushing slightly, he realized his hand had drawn a truly excellent sketch of the younger boy across the playground. He glanced up at the other boy who was smirking as if he knew exactly what John had been doing. John's eyes flickered down to his notebook and then back up, but when his glance returned to the opposite side of the playground, the boy was gone. John had no idea who he was or why he had been watching John. He shook his head once again and returned to his notebook.Hearts (prelude/Chapter 1) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was the
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Sherlock and John started from their respective seats and hurried to the window. Sherlock opened it to reveal a young woman standing in the half-light, declaiming to the entirety of Baker Street. John wondered who on earth she was.
"Thy hair like soft coal…"
Sherlock turned to John. "What on earth is she talking about?" he said in annoyance. "I think it's a love poem," John answered, still staring out the window.
"Thine eyes like the sea…"
"Why would someone be writing me a love poem?" Sherlock asked, confused. "One of those stalker fangirls, I'd think," John replied. "You know, that's actually not a bad description of you." Sherlock stared at John. "What?" "Well, a bit over-romanticized, obviously," John added hastily. Returning to his chair, he said under his breath, "It's not bad, though, actually…"
"Thy fingers as soft spiderwebs, stroking silent strings…"
"Shut up!" Sherlock yelled out the window and slammed it shut. He flopped back down on the couc
CigarettesSherlock was annoyed. Seriously annoyed. He had gotten up in a foul mood because he'd fallen off the bed in the middle of the night, and the fact that he had run out of nicotine patches and that there were no new cases for him had done nothing to improve his mood.Cigarettes in Humor More Like This
Sherlock stormed into the living room, his dressing gown hanging off one shoulder. "Give me some," he growled at John. John looked up from his paper.
"Give you some what?" he asked.
"You know what I mean."
John folded his paper and stuck in the side of his armchair. "No," he said firmly. "No, Sherlock, we agreed: one month. It's barely been a week and a half."
"I need some," Sherlock said angrily. "No patches, no case, give me the package I know you're hiding."
"Sherlock, you said yourself it's impossible to retain a smoking habit in London," John reasoned, standing and starting to clear away the remains of his breakfast. Sherlock had refused to eat anything.
"I know you have them somewhere," Sherlock said, turning sharply. "
TeaJohn limped up the stairs into his flat and entered the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. He had just paid his daily visit to Sherlock's grave, and that always made him depressed.Tea in Short Stories More Like This
When the tea was done, he limped heavily into the living room and turned on the telly. He'd never liked crap telly much, but he watched it now as much for nostalgia's sake as just to have noise in the room. It wasn't the same without Sherlock in his armchair yelling at the screen, though. But it was the best he had, and he could imagine all the times Sherlock had gotten angry at some stupid program that John hadn't even been paying attention to.
"Well, is he the boy's father?" John asked of an empty room. When only silence answered him, as it had for the past three years, John sighed and leaned against the back of the couch. He pulled Sherlock's old blue dressing gown over him for warmth, and fell asleep to the sound of the telly.
"You kept that old thing?" John woke with a start at the voice. He knew he
Hearts (chapter 2) It was the first day of the new school year after the hols, and John was sitting down to lunch with some of his classmates. He was just setting his tray down when he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was that boy from the playground. What was his name? Oh right: Sherlock. An odd name. He appeared to have grown over the summer and was now only a few inches shorter than John.Hearts (chapter 2) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Can I sit with you?” he said. John was about to reply when another of the boys at the table said scornfully, “Don’t let him; he’s a freak.” John turned to the other boy. “What do you mean he’s a freak?” John asked, a bit harshly. Turning to Sherlock, he said, “Of course you can sit here.” The other boys at the table stared at John, stunned, and turned to glare at Sherlock. The boy who had spoken to John answered his question after the two boys had sat down.
“He has this trick he does where he can tell you everything you&
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I love you, Hermione, said Ron, sinking back in his chair, rubbing his eyes wearily.
Not until after the words had left his mouth did Ron realize how true these words were. Although he was sure Hermione would not take the words how he truly meant them, he couldnt help blushing deeply.
Looking back, Ron realized that it was in his second year that he thought of Hermione as more than his know-it-all friend. As Hermione lay petrified in the hospital wing, Ron found himself regretting all the unkind things he had ever said to her. It was terrifying to the twelve-year-old boy to think she would never wake up. She, from that moment on, became his first crush.
While Ron was determined to keep his feelings a secret, it became harder as he and Hermione got older. In their third year, Ron couldnt help admiring her as she slapped Malfoy round the face and showed true bravery and strength in saving a friend. Thus,
Racing"Hey Harry, race you!" Ginny called out, preparing to zoom back down to the soft grass of the Quidditch pitch.Racing in Romance More Like This
Harry, whose mind had been pondering what exactly Malfoy had been up to these past months, was wrenched quickly from his thoughts. He flattened himself on his Firebolt, speeding up to where Ginny was hanging in the air.
She quickly caught sight of him and started straight for the edge of the pitch. Harry caught up to her in no time and even managed to fly a loop around her in her descent before landing on the ground just a few seconds before her.
"You jerk!" she yelled, laughing as she dismounted her broom and approached Harry. "Don't you know you're supposed to let me win? I am your girlfriend after all," she added with a cheeky smile.
Harry couldn't help but laugh with her. "Yeah, if you were any other girl, I'd let you win, but you wouldn't want that anyway, would you?"
She grinned. "You're absolutely right."
Harry pulled her in close for a hug. He couldn't put into words h
LavenderHe was flying above the trees, with nothing underneath him for support. He spread his arms out to either side of his body and relished in the cool air that whipped past him. He looked down, and he watched as the choppy sea played just below his shadow. If he stretched his hand down, he could just skim the surface of the water.Lavender in Romance More Like This
The longer he gazed at the cerulean depths, the clearer a face became on its surface. The eyes came first: dark brown and full of love. Then, the nose and mouth: both petite and gentle. Her whole face came together bit by bit until her bushy brown hair bordered her features and her mouth broke into a grin.
Hey, you, she said in the most delicate voice, giving him a slight nudge.
Ron opened his eyes fully and saw Hermione leaning over his bedside, her hair dangling over him just enough to tickle the sides of his face.
He grinned at seeing her first thing in the morning; it was quite a change from the strident orange posters he was accustomed to seeing.
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Ron couldn't believe his eyes. Hermione Granger, the girl who always followed the rules and who was fairly even-tempered, had just gone up to Draco Malfoy and slapped him across the face.
Ron didn't know what he was feeling. He had always secretly admired Hermione for her ability to study late into the night, while he lost motivation after simply looking at the blank parchment for too long. But he never thought he'd be standing here in awe of how she stood up for herself against Malfoy.
Ron was taken completely by surprise by Hermione's boldness. In the minutes that followed, it was even difficult for him to form words. Where did this side of her come from? And what else could she be hiding? Ron found himself thinking involuntarily.
No, stop it, you don't think of her like that.
Or did he?
She hit him. She actually hit him!
Hermione couldn't believe it. One minute, she had been fuming silently at hearing Malfoy's words about Hagrid, and the nex
Hermione's ReverieFrom HP6, p. 185, Hermione has just identified Amortentia.Hermione's Reverie in Romance More Like This
" and its supposed to smell differently to each of us, according to what attracts us, and I can smell freshly mown grass and new parchment and --
But she turned slightly pink and did not complete the sentence.
Unbeknownst to her classmates around her, she was on the verge of saying Ron. Hermiones mind backtracked to about three month earlier when she had gone with Harry, Ron, Ginny, Neville, and Luna to the Ministry of Magic. That day stayed in her memory, not because of the battle with Death Eaters she had endured, but what happened before they even entered the Atrium that fateful night
After gratefully dismounting from her thestral, Hermione was eager to be on solid ground again. All too soon, Harry was urging them into a small, dilapidated telephone booth. Ron and Ginny entered first, with herself, Neville, Luna, and Harry following.
Hermione had had feelings for Ron for a few y
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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
Baby Fiasco"You sure you'll be okay?" Hermione looked doubtful.Baby Fiasco 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,
Not My DaughterMolly was aware, in some corner of her mind, that many lives had been lost in the last few hours. But at that moment, only two mattered: Harry and Fredher sons, her beloved, brave, sons. Fred, who nearly everyone had seen as one half of a whole, but he was more than that He was the more reckless of the already reckless pair, the one she could pick out by his crossed arms, whereas George always had his hands in his pockets. Never once had she truly confused them. And Harry, who had befriended her terrified Ron, engaged in a bizarre dance for her daughter's heart, and now had walked straight into the open arms of death.Not My Daughter in General Fiction More Like This
Hagrid's great tears were splashing onto Harry's clothes as he laid him on the grass by Voldemort's feet. Molly felt the tears sliding down her cheeks, but forced herself to meet his terrible eyes. In this life or the next, he would pay for the murder of her sons She did
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One had been taken at the hospital, just after his birth. His mother looked exhausted, but smiled and bounced the red, wailing baby. It was hard to believe that he had been that cranky little ball of tears. His father was standing next to the bed, leaning over, with one arm awkwardly around his mother. As Teddy watched the photo, his father turned and gave his mother a chaste peck on the lips.
One month. They had been a family for a month.
The second photo was old, a bit torn at the edges. It was of four boys, a little older than he was. About twelve. They were laughing so hard they could hardly stand, holding on one another's shoulders for support. The first boy was short and a bit chubby, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. Next to him was a boy who looked extraordinarily like Harry, but much yo
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The shrill words cut through the pain, finding her ears and driving the white-hot knives deeper.
"Mudblood! Dirty, nasty, Mudblood! Tell me the truth! How did you get into my vault?"
Hermione tried to scream, but no sound came out. Frustrated, terrified, in pain, she threw her limbs about wildly, trying to throw off the curse, tears streaming down her face.
"Hermione! Hermione! Wake up! It's just a dream! Hermione, you're safe!"
The pain was receding. Hermione sucked in deep breaths of cool, sweet air and opened her eyes.
She was not on the cold tile floor of the Malfoy Manor, with Bellatrix Lestrange's terrible face twisted in fury, shrieking one of the most terrible curses possible. Ron's bl
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Lily had fallen asleep with the tattered book in her lap. She had read Pride and Prejudice countless times, but never seemed to enjoy it any less. James could not comprehend why she loved it so much; it was tedious and long, full of too much talking and not enough fighting.
"Lily," he murmured into her hair. "Lily." She stirred, opening her eyes halfway, and smiled sleepily at him. "We should go upstairs to sleep. We'll both have backaches tomorrow if we stay here." She nodded and sat up, stretching.
A soft cracking sound reached their ears. Husband and wife stopped dead, suddenly no longer tired.
"James, the spells "
The horrifying, high-pitched cackle reached their ears. The one that invaded their nightmares every night.
You feel like a candle in a hurricane
Just like a picture with a broken frame
The Map Never LiesThe MakersThe Map Never Lies in General Fiction More Like This
"We should write a map."
James looked up from his half-hearted effort of an essay and watched Sirius carefully. "A map of what?"
"Of the school, of course. We've learned so much about it by wandering so much at full moons."
"Why would we do that? We know all the secret passages by heart."
Sirius swung his legs over the side of the couch and sat up. "No, James, I'm bloody brilliant. It can be our legacy or whatever. A map, by the four greatest troublemakers that Hogwarts has ever seen." His eyes were glazing over, and James knew that Sirius was no longer aware of his existence. He got this way when he had an idea. "It will show every secret passage out of the castle, especially the ones that Filch doesn't know about. And it can only be read by those who will use it for its proper purpose."
James was quite sure that, this time, his friend had come co
The Final Case: Part TwoSherlock let the door snap shut behind him as he jogged down the stairs and out into the wind that nipped playfully at his skin and coat. Jerking his coat up to block the wind a little bit more, he started swiftly down the sidewalk, heading in the opposite direction of the store. He would worry about the shopping he promised John later, for right now, he was only interested in walking and, possibly, a drink at the corner bar.The Final Case: Part Two in Short Stories More Like This
His mind was racing as he pieced together the puzzle John seemed to be subconsciously leaving for him. It was difficult, to give the doctor props, and very well thought out. He kept leaving small hints here and there, slipping them into everyday conversations and actions. He knew John thought he wasn't picking them up, but of course, he was. Problem was, he wasn't sure how he was supposed to come up with an answer. He didn't know what he was supposed to figure out; cases were easy, he knew the basic outcome. There was always the victim, and there was always the cu
One Doesn't SimplyYou and the stranger both like johnlock.One Doesn't Simply in Short Stories More Like This
You: Get off the roof, John. –SH
Stranger: Who is this? –JW
Stranger: This isn't funny. –JW
You: Irrelevant. –SH
You: This is no joke, John. –SH
Stranger: This is ridiculous. –JW
You: Now get off the roof before I come up there and get you. –SH
Stranger: I'm staying up here. –JW
You: I don't want you to do something stupid, John. –SH
You: Don't be boring. –SH
Stranger: Piss off. I don't want to live on this planet any more. –JW
You: And why not? –SH
Stranger: Because everything is stupid. –JW
You: You're being stupid if you think jumping and ending your life will change anything. Now tell me what the real reason is. –SH
Stranger: I've told you. I don't want to be here anymore. I plan to die - I'm accustomed to the thought now. I want to, even. -JW
You: But why? One doesn't simply want to die because everything is "stupid." -SH
Stranger: But everything is stupid. And I do want to die. This planet is boring. Goodbye. -JW
You: John, don't you dare
The Final Case: Part Three"Oh, Sherlock," John sighed as he approached his friend, who was downing another drink while giggling at the bar tender, who was smirking slightly and leaning on the counter. He placed a hand on his friend's shoulder and caught his attention. "You okay?"The Final Case: Part Three in Short Stories More Like This
"Fine, Jothn," Sherlock slurred, smiling up at his friend and turning completely in his seat to face him. "Neva' felt betta."
John sighed heavily but couldn't help but smile down at his beaming friend. "How much did you drink?" John asked, chuckling and brushing a strand of hair out of Sherlock's eyes as he attempted to blow it from his forehead.
"He only had about twenty glass," Steven sighed. "I'm sorry, I was going to stop him, but he did that… that mind trick shit on me and… well, I suspect you know how that goes, being his partner and all."
"Oh, no, no, no, I'm not- I mean, I just his friend," John corrected, waving his hands and laughing nervously. "He's not my partner."
"Oh, my apologizes. I've just heard so much about you that
The Final Case: Part oneHe's a genius. A bloody brilliant man and easily the smartest in London – Hell, maybe even the world… yet he can't even see the most obvious thing in the world even if I shove it in his face and scream it at him… John thought sadly as he watched the amazing arrogant bastard as he lay on the couch, his hands pressed together and rested against his lips. His eyes scanned the ceiling lazily as he thought, his body so relaxed and his mind so sharp. He turned back to the pile of dishes that sat in front of him, picking up the rag next to the sink and drying the plate in his hand, running slow, small circles on the glassware. Will he ever see..?The Final Case: Part one in Short Stories More Like This
"John," Sherlock's sharp voice cut into his thoughts, making John jump slightly and snap his attention to the detective at once. "Stop thinking, will you?"
"Wha'?" John asked, his face turning the lightest shade of pink.
"Stop thinking, it's too loud and annoying. I'm trying to figure something out which I can't do when you're thinking
Merry Christmas, Sherlock, and Happy New YearsSherlock sat in the ally way a few blocks from 221B, a cigarette burning lazily in his right hand, a phone in his left. His eyes were glued on the phone, the pink silicone case feeling smooth in the palm of his hand. As he raised his right hand to his lips to take a long drag of the cigarette, his eyes fluttering closed, memories rushing back to him.Merry Christmas, Sherlock, and Happy New Years in Short Stories More Like This
" You don't have a girlfriend then? "
"Girlfriend? No, not really my area.
Oh, right then. Do you have a boyfriend? Which is fine, by the way."
"Right, okay. You're unattached, just like me. Fine. Good."
"John, um… I think you should know that I consider myself married to my work and while I am flattered by your interest I'm-"
"No. I'm not asking- no. I was just saying. It's all fine."
Sherlock couldn't hold back the sad chuckle that came from his lips as he blew out the smoke. He remembered the slight blush that had crept over John's cheeks as he muttered the last few words. Remember
Amends They worried, he knew that.Amends in General Fiction More Like This
It was true that his mental state seemed to be deteriorating all the time. The joke shop had been closed for days, now. He must have lost a lot of sales.
He didn’t care.
Why should he care? What did money matter, when they were richer than they’d ever needed to be? What did the shop matter, when the only other person who had shared the dream was gone?
What did anything matter, when he was half of a whole?
Yes, they worried. They all worried. His mother most of all, of course, as all mothers did. His father, who always seemed unsure of what to do around him now. His siblings… Well, they had all felt almost the same pain he had. Almost. None of them had lost their other halves.
He didn’t know what he was thinking half the time. The other half, his thoughts were incomplete.
You see, Fred had always been there to complete them for him.
A Bottle of Felix Felicis"Just swish your wand like- No, don't jab- Ahh, just- No! No no no, don't do that, that's how you-"A Bottle of Felix Felicis in Romance More Like This
FWOOM. There was a collective groan as the Gryffindor common room was suddenly covered in a foul liquid.
"-Released the Stinksap last time." James sighed as he leaned back in his chair and passed a hand over his eyes.
"Sorry!" squeaked Lily as she raised her wand, wincing, to clear the mess. She paused suddenly, and turned around, eyes twinkling. "Actually, why don't you try?"
James started a bit and looked around wildly. He shrank a bit under the baleful glare of every Gryffindor in the room, and said uncertainly, "Um alright " He slashed his wand in the general direction of the room and pronounced, "Scourgify?" before Lily even had time to shout "WAIT!"
POOF. Now there was confetti on top of the Stinksap.
"Scourgify," said Lily hastily, and she turned back to James, who had collapsed into his chair again. "See, twirl it, don't slash."
"I just can't do it!" fumed James, wavin
Two Potters and an Empty Portrait "Ah, James, Sirius! So glad you could make it. Come in, come in!" Slughorn ushered the two boys inside and waved his hand airily around the suspiciously large office. "Make yourselves at home Yes, yes Now, I've been meaning to ask you, how did the, uh " his voice lowered, "Felix Felicis work for you?"Two Potters and an Empty Portrait in Romance More Like This
James smiled. So that was the cause for the overly warm welcome. "Oh, it went interestingly "
The vague answer seemed to stir Slughorn a bit, and he frowned. "Now then, my boy, seeing as I was the one who got you the luck in the first place, I think I deserve to know, eh?"
"Well, I- Alright " James said hesitantly.
Slughorn beamed at him, and said, "Oh, but where are my manners? Come on and sit down, and tell me all about it." He guided them to a corner of the room where a trio of plush chairs stood. He indicated for them to sit down, and said encouragingly, "Now then
The Murder of the Potters It is Halloween. James is puffing smoke out of his wand and Harry is kicking and squealing happily in Lily's arms. Lily is smiling, and laughing when Harry tries to grab the rings of smoke. Everything is perfect.The Murder of the Potters in General Fiction More Like This
None of them hears the squeaking of the gate, or the crunching of the gravel as a sinister presence makes its way up the Potters' drive.
The front door slams open. Lily is turning, worry flying through her eyes. She relaxes- it can't be him, of course
James exits the room, sprinting towards the door, and she can feel the panic radiating from him. He is telling her to run, to escape with Harry, telling her that he will hold him off, but how can he? He hasn't got his wand
Lily wants to run and help him, but Harry is looking at her questioningly, how can she leave him? She grabs him and runs up the stairs. James is shouting for her to run and then there is a terrible flash
Take it From the Expert James Potter sat sprawled under a big tree in the Transfiguration Courtyard. He was looking dolefully over at Lily Evans, having been turned down- again. He heaved a great sigh, when suddenly-Take it From the Expert in Romance More Like This
"Ah, quit moping, won't you, mate?"
A voice sounded from above James' head, and he looked up quickly to see Sirius Black smirking at him from a high up branch. James yelped as Sirius jumped down, showering him with twigs.
"Nice knowing I have privacy," said James ruefully, rubbing a spot on his head where a particularly large twig had hit him.
"Honestly, Prongs, you're being right pathetic. You aren't going about it the right way, girls don't like arrogant 'toerags'," proclaimed Sirius with the air of one who had much experience in the subject. "Don't talk yourself up, just act like you don't care about her one way or the other. Be rude. Be indifferent. She'll be jealous, trust me- she'll be begging you for