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Strange plot bunnies!

Sat, 11 Aug 2007 21:49:30 GMT

My mind can work very oddly at times. Somehow my thoughts managed to wander on to the subject of plastic surgery in the magical world. As they did, this story popped into my mind. I hope y'all enjoy it.

Delusions
Ginny stared at herself in the mirror. At 36 years old, she already greatly resembled her mother. Looking down at her large stomach in disgust, Ginny began to panic. "What if Harry leaves me for someone skinnier and more attractive?" Ginny thought to herself. Ginny began pacing, until an idea stopped her in her tracks. Picking up her wand, Ginny pointed it at the excess fat on her stomach and performed a simple banishing spell. Realizing it hadn't worked, Ginny tried a few more times, growing frustrated with her lack of success. With a desperate cry, Ginny began shouting various spells all while keeping her wand aimed at her stomach. After a few minutes, Ginny felt some warmth trickle down her thighs. Looking down, Ginny barely had time to process the fact that there was a large amount of blood pouring from a gaping wound in her stomach before she passed out.

Ginny opened her eyes groggily, and looked around. She appeared to be in one of the rooms in Saint Mungo's. Turning her head slightly to the left, Ginny saw a healer standing by her bed, taking some notes. As soon as the healer looked down she smiled. "You're awake, Ms. Weasley!"

"It's Mrs. Potter." Ginny automatically corrected before frowning and asking "What happened? And where's my husband?"

The healer stared at Ginny with a very concerned look on her face. Fortunately for her, Ron and Luna walked into the room just at that moment, saving her from having to answer Ginny's questions.

"Blood hell, Ginny, What did you do this time?" Ron asked in a shaky voice. Ron looked scared, and the normally serene looking Luna looked shaken up.

"I was trying to look good for my husband!" Ginny spat, totally mystified by Ron's behavior. "I noticed how chunky I've gotten when Harry, Lily, and I took James and Al to the Hogwart's Express. So naturally, I tried to use a little magic to shed some weight. I mean, how am I supposed to keep Harry if I look so much like mum? I suppose I must have messed up the charms though, seeing as I'm here at Saint Mungo's. It's really no big deal. I'm mostly worried that I won't get home in time to prepare Harry's supper."

Ron and Luna exchanged a glance before Ron turned back to Ginny. "Ginny," Ron began in a kind voice. "you do know that you're not really married to Harry. Harry and Hermione are married. They got together at the end of fifth year, and they've been married for 16 years now."

Ginny let out an insane laugh before smacking her brother lightly on the arm. "Sure, Ron, My husband is married to your wife. I suppose next thing you'll want me to believe is that you're really married to Luna!"

"Ginny, I am married to Luna." Ron said while gazing sadly at his sister. He pulled a chair next to her bed and sat on it. "Ever since you were pulled into the Chamber of Secrets, you've been different, Gin. You've been taking a potion for years, but every once in a while you stop taking it, and end up having delusions. When you stopped in your fifth year, you swore that Harry was obsessed with you, and that the two of you were dating. We managed to sneak some of the potion into your pumpkin juice the morning of Dumbledore's funeral and you were fine. But after that, every time you've stopped taking the potion you swear that you're still with Harry."

Ginny couldn't believe what Ron was telling her. Poor, delusional Ron. Didn't he know that she was meant to be with Harry, just as he was meant to be with Hermione? Did their "One Big Happy Weasley Family" mean nothing to him? Ginny's throat felt dry, so she reached for the glass of water that the healer had so thoughtfully left on her bedside table. Taking a sip, Ginny barely registered the odd taste of the water before feeling a bit dizzy. After a moment, Ginny's head cleared, and she looked at her brother. "How long was it this time?" She asked with a frown on her face.

Ron looked relieved as he smiled at her. "Less than a day. You really had me scared, Gin. I thought I was going to lose you this time."

Ginny sniffled a bit and hugged her brother. "I am so sorry, Ron. I have no idea why I stopped taking the potion. I guess I just felt so normal that I didn't think I needed it. I can't believe how I lost control and hurt myself like that. This will definitely be the reminder I need as to why I need to take my potion every day."

Ginny hugged her brother again, and then hugged her sister in law. Just as the three of them were chatting, there was a soft knock on the door. The healer opened the door, and Neville walked in looking very concerned.

"You've got another visitor, Ms. Weasley!" She noted with a smile.

"It's actually Mrs. Longbottom." Ginny corrected with a smile on her face.

Neville let out a sigh of relief at that as he walked over to Ginny. "The head healer said your wounds are almost healed and I'll be able to take you home tomorrow. So, you're back to being Mrs. Longbottom, I hope you're not too disappointed." Neville tried to joke.

Ginny slowly stood up and put her hands on Neville's face. "Neville, I am so sorry that I didn't take my potion and ended up hurting myself. I promise you that I am going to take it every day from now on. You are the most important person in my life, and I'm not going to let you down."

"Gin, I love you, you could never let me down." Neville said as he placed his hands over hers. "I'm just relieved that I get to take my wife home tomorrow."

Smiling, Ginny replied "There's absolutely nowhere I'd rather go and no one I'd rather go with."

A follow up drabble to Regret.

Sat, 11 Aug 2007 17:29:28 GMT

A Walk By The Lake

Hermione was lost in thought as she walked around the lake. It was the day after Harry had seemed to die, only to come back and defeat Voldemort. All of the events from that evening were swirling through her mind. As ecstatic as she was to see Harry, she was also disappointed that she hadn't been able to get any alone time with him to see how he really was. Not that she had really believed that Harry wouldn't have been surrounded by mobs of people all night. After Ron, Harry, and Hermione had spoken to Dumbledore, they thought it would be best to go straight to Gryffindor tower. As soon as the Fat Lady spotted them she smiled warmly and thanked them heartily for defending the school. After being let into the common room, the three were so exhausted that they decided to just go straight to bed before anyone else came up and wanted to talk to the three of them. Despite her preoccupied mind, Hermione had fallen asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. After a night of dreaming of a pair of intense green eyes, Hermione woke up, and looked at her alarm clock. It was only 7am, and the silence that greeted her ears made her believe that she must be one of the only people awake already. Deciding to take advantage of the quiet, Hermione dressed quickly and headed down to the lake to think. As she walked, Hermione couldn't help think of all the things Harry had gone through, not only during the horcrux hunt, but ever since he was left on the Dursley's door step. Hermione could feel someone staring at her, so she turned around. Looking in the direction of the castle, she saw that Harry was walking towards her. As he walked, Harry was staring intensly at her. Looking deep into his gorgeous eyes, Hermione made a decision. She barely registered the look of surprise that flitted across Harry's face as she ran towards him. Giving herself no time to talk herself out of it, Hermione flung her arms around Harry's neck and kissed him. After the briefest of hesitations, Harry returned her kiss with just as much intensity and passion. Hermione began running her hands through Harry's hair as he put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. After several blissful moments, the two ended the kiss and looked deep into each others eyes.

"I've been so stupid!" Harry and Hermione said at the same time. They both grinned, realizing that once again, they knew what the other was thinking.

Still smiling, Hermione held out her hand and said "I was just about to sit under our favorite tree. Stay with me?"

Harry smiled as he took her hand and said "Forever".

I know the timing is off, seeing as Harry commented something about it being nearly dawn when he went to die, but I'm pretending that the trio had spent a considerable amount of time in the Great Hall with the rest of the survivors before they went to speak to Dumbledore. :p I have an idea for a companion piece from Harry's POV if you fine folks are interested.

DH Drabble/Ficlet Thingy.

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 00:36:54 GMT

I wrote a drabble (well, it's not exactly 100 words, so I guess it's more of a ficlet). It's from Hermione's POV after a rather big event in DH. I'm going to put it under a cut so I don't spoil anything for those of you who haven't read DH yet.

Regret
"Harry Potter is dead." boomed Voldemort's voice throughout the castle.

At those four words, Hermione's brain shut down. She could hear that Voldemort's voice continued speaking, but she couldn't make sense of the words. Harry Potter... dead? It was as if the nightmare she'd been having, on and off again ever since she sent an eleven year old Harry to defend the Philosopher's Stone all by himself, had come true. She thought she'd prepared herself. All those years of telling herself that she felt nothing more for Harry than platonic love, no, not even platonic, more like a sister's love for a brother. She even went as far as to convince herself that she could be happy with Ron, and as of her sixth year, also trying to convince herself that Harry should be with Ginny. But now all of that meant nothing as she felt her legs carry her towards the main entrance along with the rest of the survivors of the battle. All she felt now was regret. Regret that she never told Harry how much she had wanted him to ask her to the Yule Ball, how she was secretly overjoyed by the jealousy Cho had felt for her during their fifth year, how she really had wanted to break down when Harry kissed Ginny in the Common Room, but most of all, how her heart belonged, and always would, belong to him. As she reached the doors, she felt Ron's hand on her shoulder. As she looked up at him, she could see that not only did he have tears in his eyes, but there was also a look of understanding. He knew exactly what Hermione was thinking, and that deep down, no matter how much it hurt, he accepted it. Nodding at Ron, the two continued on out the front doors. As Voldemort and his followers came into view, Hermione spotted Harry's lifeless form being carried by Hagrid. It was at that moment that she knew, without a doubt, that she had failed. No matter how much she tried to convince herself that she didn't love Harry like that, she did. All of her delusions and wishful thinking weren't enough to keep her from feeling as if she could die right now. She'd never even kissed him properly, let alone told him how she felt. All in the name of protecting her heart. And what did she have to show for it? All she had was regret and a heart so broken she knew it would never be whole again.

It's Smut Time!

Mon, 06 Aug 2007 14:07:32 GMT

Well, I mentioned in one of my LJ posts that I was entertaining some nice and smutty affair!H/Hr fantasies. Thanks to some coaxing by Nitya (aka infiniteskies), I've decided to write one into a fan fiction. I wrote it in less than thirty minutes and it is not beta'd. LOL, I suck at writing smut, so I hope this fic isn't too horrendous.

Title: Love Scratch (LOL, Lame, I know!)
Author: jeanniefillion
Rating: R
Spoilers: There's nothing really canon related mentioned, except for the piss poor choice Harry made in picking his life partner.
Summary: Ginny Potter notices some scratches on Harry's back, and asks him to have a healer check them out. I'm sure Healer Granger can help Harry somehow... ;)
Disclaimer: I am not JK, and I do not own Harry Potter, or anything related to the world of Mr. Potter.

Harry was just about to put on a white button down shirt when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Where did you get these scratches from?" his wife Ginny asked with a mixture of concern and suspicion in her voice.

"A slightly deranged shop keeper in Knockturn Alley tried jumping on my back while we were confiscating a shit load of jewelry that all contained some pretty deadly curses." Harry said as he pulled the shirt on and buttoned it. "Don't worry, Gin, I'm sure they'll heal quickly." Harry finished giving his wife a smile and quick kiss on the mouth.

"I'm sure you're right, but will you please see a healer today, just to at least get some cream to make sure they don't get infected?" Ginny asked her husband as she walked him to the door.

"I'll go on my lunch hour. Hermione's working, and I know you trust her more than any of the healers." Harry said before departing.

Ginny watched with a small frown on her face as Harry apparated off to work.

The morning passed by quickly for Harry, as he spent most of it filling out paperwork. Looking at his watch, Harry smiled, noting that it was now lunch time. Instead of heading out to lunch with some of the other Aurors, as was his usual routine, Harry apparated over to Saint Mungo's, just like he promised Ginny he would.

Heading straight into Healer Granger's office, he smiled as he saw her bent over her desk, writing very quickly on a large piece of parchment.

"What brings you here, Mr. Potter?" Hermione asked without looking up from her work.

Harry smiled as he said "You might not be that bad at divination after all, Ms. Granger."

Hermione smiled as she stood up, and without a word, waved her wand so that the door locked, and a silencing charm was cast around her office.

"How silly of me to recognize someone who's been my best friend for the past twelve years." Hermione teased as she walked towards her desk again.

Harry grabbed her wrist, and gently turned her, so that she was leaning against her desk, and Harry was right in front of her.

"Well, Healer Granger, I'm here because my wife is very concerned about some scratches I have on my back." Harry breathed into Hermione's ear, causing her to shiver.

"Well, Mr. Potter, take off your shirt, and let me see what we're dealing with." Hermione said in a husky voice as she helped Harry unbutton the shirt and toss it onto the floor. Circling around him, Hermione caressed the light scratch marks marring Harry's slightly muscular back. Leaning towards him, Hermione placed feather light kisses on Harry's back before whispering "Perhaps I shouldn't be so rough next time."

Harry grabbed Hermione by her arms, and spun her so that she was pinned between him and her desk. Harry smirked at her before nipping her lower lip and and growling "Don't even think about it, Hermione."

Hermione grinned wickedly at Harry as she grabbed the back of his head and brought his mouth down to hers. Kissing passionately, Harry felt Hermione's hands make frantic patterns along his arms and back, while Harry's hands ripped open her shirt causing the buttons to make "ping" sounds as they clattered to the desk and floor. Hermione moaned into Harry's mouth as she felt his hands fondle her breasts through the fabric of her bra. Harry gently bit Hermione's lower lip as he let one of his hands wander down to Hermione's thigh. Hermione nibbled at Harry's lower lip as she felt his stray hand move up her thigh and into her panties. She moaned throatily into his mouth as she felt Harry push his finger inside of her. The two began to grind against each other as Harry's finger plunged in and out her in time with their dueling tongues. Hermione threw back her head and shouted as Harry's fingers brought her to orgasm. Panting, Hermione looked into Harry's eyes as she undid his pants and pushed them, along with his boxers, down his legs. Gazing back into Hermione's eyes, Harry kicked his pants and boxers off before entering her with a groan of pleasure. Harry began thrusting into Hermione as he felt Hermione's fingers rake his back, egging him on, pleading for him to go deeper. Harry grabbed the backs of Hermione's thighs and lifted them, creating an angle that allowed Harry to push deeper into Hermione. As Harry bent to kiss and nibble Hermione's neck and collar bone, he heard Hermione gasp at the friction this new position was causing. Harry felt Hermione begin to clench around him right before she shouted his name in ecstasy. After a few more thrusts Harry felt an orgasm rip through his body as he spilled his seed into Hermione. Gently lowering her legs, Harry bent forward, feeling his chest come to rest on Hermione's breasts, and kissed her forehead as he gazed into her lovely brown eyes.

Ten minutes later, a very professional looking Healer Granger was leading Harry out of her office, while instructing him to use the ointment on his cuts, twice a day, for a week. Harry smiled graciously at her, and thanked her, reassuring her that he'd be back in two days for his annual physical.

Happy 27th Birthday, Harry Potter!!

Wed, 01 Aug 2007 01:21:23 GMT

I wrote a ~~crappy~~ short fan fiction in honor of Mr. Potter's 27th birthday.

Title: Dinner With Friends
Author: hms_harmony
Rating: PG (I guess!)
Spoilers Up To: If you haven't read DH, then don't read this. There's lots of poking fun at the crap that JK wrote in DH.
Summary: Harry and friends meet up for dinner to celebrate his 27th birthday, and discuss a certain author and the book she just released.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and I certainly am not JK Rowling. If I was, that craptacular epilogue would never have been written, and we would all have a lovely H/Hr ending.

Harry yawned and stretched. Today was supposed to be a happy day, it was his twenty-seventh birthday after all. He never expected to live this long, and yet here he was, not only alive, but very happy. Or at least he was, before that damn book came out. He always knew that anything published about him would contain at least a few factual errors. He never thought it would be as bad as that book was. Harry had spent the week after the book was released answering many owls from friends and colleagues. Didn't they learn anything about not believing everything they read? Hadn't the lies Rita Skeeter spread in his fourth year, and the lies that the Daily Prophet spouted throughout his fifth year teach them anything? Sighing, Harry apparated to the restaurant where he was supposed to meet everyone for dinner.

Harry spotted his friends right away. The large group had been seated at a table towards the back. Harry headed over, and slid into the only available seat, between Hermione and Ginny. Looking around the table, Harry noticed his friends were still upset about the book that that... woman wrote.

"Come on, guys, it wasn't that bad. I mean, who's going to believe it anyway? Everyone knows she's full of crap." Harry said, earning a scowl from all of his dining companions.

"Easy for you to say!" Huffed Ginny as she flung her shiny red hair behind her head. "Bloody hell! She pretty much had me throw myself at you before you left the Burrow! And where was all the cool stuff I did in the DA? Gone!! She turned me into some beautiful snog machine that the main character lusted after! How in the hell did she go from that, to having us married anyway?"

Hermione snorted. "While that was pretty awful, what about me? At least she left it open for people to pretend that you may have been doing cool things at Hogwarts. She made me the crying girl, who complimented Ron way too often!"

Ron choked on the water he was drinking, and glared at Hermione. "Hey! Do you think I liked reading about how I 'wooed' you with some crappy book, or how I snogged a girl that I fight with like I do Ginny? You're practically my sister, Hermione!! I had to literally throw up after I read that stupid snog scene. Forget about that epilogue, I ripped it out and threw that into the fire!"

Harry laughed at Ron. "Well, at least she tried to give you some character growth, hell she tried to turn you in to me, mate. I on the other hand, was turned into a shallow horny teenager whose basic requirements for a girlfriend included looks, kissing skills, and not being weepy. Let's just forget the implications of the fact that said girl, looks a lot like my mum. Yeah, I really want to date a girl who looks like my mum. Oh yeah, And after I marry the 'pretty snog machine' slash clone of my mum, let's name two of our kids after my dead parents! And what was up with me telling you that crap about loving Hermione like a sister? I did laugh pretty hard at your supposed 'nightmare' vision after we opened the horcrux."

Hermione laughed. "Well, She did manage to at least get most of the events regarding the horcrux hunt and the final battle right. I don't know why she felt the need to kill off Hedwig, Fred, Remus, and Dora. None of them died! And I think it was really stupid that she changed Ron's leaving to help the DA into some jealous tantrum. Honestly, I thought she liked Ron!"

Someone cleared their throat at the end of the table. "What about me? I haven't been in the books since the fifth one. Why did she have to kill me off?"

Harry laughed and said "Don't you know, Sirius? Your death was supposed to 'inspire' Dumbledore to tell me the truth. I swear, that woman has to be high on something."

Everyone laughed, and began eating the delicious dinner that had just been brought out.

Ron turned to Luna who had been pretty quiet so far and said, "So, What did you think of the book?"

Luna laughed and said "I didn't read it. I can't imagine wanting to read anything that has an epilogue where my husband is married to one of my best friends."

Harry turned to Ginny "Speaking of friends, where's Draco?"

Ginny smiled and said "He had something to take care of. He told me to tell you to watch your hands. Just because that hack married us off, doesn't mean you get to take advantage of that." Ginny finished with a smirk and roll of her eyes.

"That husband of yours sure is a piece of work." Harry laughed.

Everyone ate, laughed, and talked well into the evening. Draco Malfoy hurried into the restaurant just as the group was having some birthday cake.

"Did it work?" Ginny asked her husband eagerly.

"Sure did!" Draco replied with a smirk on his face. "Happy birthday, Potter." Draco said as he tossed a book at Harry.

Harry caught the book, looked at the cover, and then, confused, turned to look at Draco, who had pulled up a chair next to Ginny.

"Well, We wanted Rita to pay for writing this crap about you, well, all of us. First, We had just wanted to know why she just didn't write it the way it happened, and she told us that the story needed some excitement, so she added more deaths. We tried to tell her that I married Ginny, Hermione married you, and Rona and Luna were married, but she just started blathering on about how we were all stupid for not knowing that you should be with Ginny, and Ron should be with Hermione. You can imagine how that pissed us off. I was all for offing the bitch, but Hermione came up with a plan." Draco finished as he nodded at Hermione.

Hermione smirked "Yeah, I took a page out of Rita's pathetic book, and modified her memory. I made her think she was a muggle author who had created all of these characters in her head. Draco just had to make sure that the charm we put on the first copy of the book worked on all of the copies, and it looks like it did!" Hermione finished while pointing at the book in Harry's hands.

Harry laughed as he saw that words on the cover had indeed been changed from Harry Potter: Hero or Horny Git? by Rita Skeeter to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by JK Rowling.

Ron stood up, raised his glass of wine, and said "I think this calls for a toast! First, happy birthday, Harry! Who'd of thought you'd get so old?!" Everyone chuckled as Ron continued "And also, here's to Rita's 'new' life, and to us not living in that craptacular epilogue she wrote! "

"Cheers!" Everyone said as they drank their wine.

Harry watched his friends as they celebrated, thanking God that they had all survived the war, and that they were all still together. Glancing at the book on the table, Harry smirked as he realized Rita's bizarre and very delusional dream of a 'One Big Happy Weasley Family' was just that, the delusional dream of a crazy author.

It's not the best, but that's what I get for procrastinating. I've got some ideas for some more fics, but I promise I won't rush them. ;)

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Mon, 23 Jul 2007 19:27:07 GMT

A part of me was trying to brace myself for a OBHWF ending, or at the very least, an R/Hr ending. What I had not braced myself for was the amount of venom JK Rowling was going to spit at us H/Hr shippers. The characters, in terms of how they interacted ship wise threw me as well. Here's a list of what really irked me:

- The R/Hr relationship suddenly became eerily similar to what H/Hr had been in books 1 to 5. The nonverbal communication, Ron protecting Hermione, Ron giving Harry reproachful looks for upsetting Hermione. Hey, JK, you wrote H/Hr that way, remember?

- Hermione gushing over Ron. Hermione's a brilliant young woman, so when did she become a Ron fangirl? I'm sure early years Hermione would have been appalled at DH Hermione's behavior. Also, the R/Hr kiss after Ron remembered the house elves? Um, Who's been kind to the house elves since CoS? Harry!

- The lack of a solid reason for Harry being so obsessed with Ginny. He basically just kept thinking about how beautiful she was and the way she kisses.

- The scene where Ron saw evil versions of H/Hr kissing. Is that JK's way of saying H/Hr is wrong? Which leads me to..

- Harry saying he loves Hermione like a sister and always had. And if that wasn't bad enough he said Hermione probably felt the same way. I'm sorry, but after all those years of touches, looks, and always thinking and worrying about each other, I don't accept that bullshit excuse that H/Hr is like a sibling relationship.

- The epilogue. Not only was it poorly written, but it suggests an extreme pettiness in Ms. Rowling. The epilogue only serves to prove at best, that OBHWF was canon, at worst, that JK needed a way to shove OBHWF down our throats as she felt we're clearly all very delusional and/or stupid for believing H/Hr would happen in canon.

That being said, there are some beautiful H/Hr moments in DH. A few of them being: Hermione beaming at Harry during Fleur & Bill's wedding, the graveyard scene, & the part where when Hermione passed by Harry, she ran her fingers through his hair and he closed his eyes.

The optimist in me says that JK might have once again been oblivious to the wonderful H/Hr moments that she once again created. The pessimist in me, which right now is pretty much the dominant voice, thinks she did it on purpose. A way to show us the tender H/Hr and then laugh at us by trying to say that it's all part of their brother/sister relationship and us thinking anything different would be very wrong.

So, I've said my peace. What do y'all think?

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Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Poll!

Sun, 04 Feb 2007 03:10:19 GMT

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Sat, 06 Jan 2007 18:18:45 GMT

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Merry Christmas!

Mon, 25 Dec 2006 20:00:09 GMT

I know this community hasn't been very active, but I hope ya'll have a very harmonious Christmas.

Here's hoping 2007 gives us a book 7 with some Harry/Hermione goodness!

H/Hr Icon Dump

Tue, 05 Dec 2006 06:21:50 GMT

Harry/Hermione Icon Dump

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!

Tue, 31 Oct 2006 23:00:10 GMT

Author: hms_harmony
Title: Halloween with the Trio
Rating: G
Characters: Ron, Hermione & Harry
Pairings: Harry/Hermione, Ron/Luna (implied)
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything HP related. If I did, I'm sure Mr. Radcliffe would already have a restraining order against me. :p

"Ahh... That hit the spot." Ron sighed as he put down his plate and leaned back on the couch.

"It sure did." Hermione said as she sat in between Harry and Ron on the couch. "We really should thank your mum, Ron for making us those pumpkin pies."

"Yeah, Mrs. Weasley's pies go well with our Halloween celebration, not to mention the anniversary of the day we all became so close" Harry said as he filled their glasses with pumpkin juice. "I think we ought to make a toast."

Ron stood up quickly and lifted his glass. "Can I do the toast?" Harry and Hermione glanced at each other, shrugged and then nodded at Ron. "Great, Cause I've sort of been practicing." Ron admitted before clearing his throat and continuing. "15 years ago today, the three of us were ickle first years at Hogwarts. I started off the day hoping to survive the school day and get a few treacle tarts at the Halloween feast before Harry here ate them all. I didn't think I would end the day facing off against a full grown troll and end up not only surviving, but making a lifelong friend" Ron nodded at Hermione and glanced at Harry "and finally realizing just how loyal my best friend, no, my brother is. I know we've been through some pretty messed up things, thanks to Voldemort and our stupid hormones, but we've also had some brilliant times as well. I'm glad that after everything that's gone on from petty fights to Voldemort's defeat and even us graduating from Hogwarts, that we're still a family. So, here's to us, may we always remember that our strength is in the bond we share."

The three clinked their glasses together and took a sip. "That was beautiful, Ron." Hermione said as she smiled at him.

"Yeah, Keep that up, and Hermione is going to have to upgrade you from having the emotional range of a teaspoon, to a soup laddle." Harry joked as the three friends resumed their places on the couch.

Ron laughed and threw a piece of candy corn at Harry. "Yeah, Well, don't get used to it. I told Luna about Halloween being the anniversary of the three of us becoming so close, and she suggested I put together a toast."

"That's excellent, Ronald." Hermione said beaming at him. "I'm glad to see you and Luna are doing so well."

"Me too" Ron said as he stood up. "Speaking of things going well with Luna, I told her I'd be over tonight, so I better get going."

The three friends said their goodbyes, promising to meet for lunch the next day as Ron put on his cloak and apparated to Luna's apartment building.

Hermione yawned and stretched as she started heading towards the bedroom. "I'm really tired, Harry, I think I'm going to go to bed."

Harry nodded as he flicked his wand at the glasses and pie plates, causing them to land neatly in the sink.

Hermione arched an eyebrow at Harry and said "Well, Aren't you coming, Mr. Potter?"

Harry smiled as he strode over to where she was standing. "But, I'm not even tired." he said with a twinkle of mischief in his eye.

Hermione licked her lips seductively before murmuring "Oh, I'm sure we'll find a way to tire you out."

Harry stared at Hermione for a moment before bending to whisper in her ear "You're insatiable, Mrs. Potter."

"Only when it comes to you, Harry." She whispered throatily as Harry began to kiss her neck. "Oh, and Harry? Happy Halloween."

Hermione could feel him smile against her neck. "You too, Hermione" he sighed before continuing his trail of kisses.

And those were the last words spoken for the rest of the night in the Potter flat.

Fluffy Draco!

Sat, 07 Oct 2006 21:48:43 GMT

It's been a while since this community has been updated!

LOL, I had this insane idea involving Draco and a baking class. The fic is sooo OOC, but I thought it was cute. :p

Here it is:

Title: Mr. Betty Crocker
Author: Me! :p
Rating: PG
Characters: Draco Malfoy/OC
Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Draco sighed and silently cursed the new minister of magic for making him do this. After Potter defeated Voldemort, the magical community was ready for a minister of magic who wanted peace and understanding between magical beings and muggles. So, it should be no surprise that Aurthur Weasley was given the job. One of Mr. Weasley's "bright ideas" was to have at risk witches and wizards embrace muggles by learning how to do things the muggle way. So, as a death eater's son, Draco was deemed an at risk wizard. As luck would have it, this baking class was one of the last options available by the time he signed up.

Turning towards his oven, Draco turned the oven off and reached in to grab the pan. "Bloody Hell!" Draco muttered as he dropped the hot pan. For the third time that class, Draco had burned the sodding cake. Just then, the instructor passed by and shook her head.

"Mr. Malfoy, You must make sure to keep an eye on your cake while it is baking. You can't keep it in the oven too long" Mrs. Toft chastised as she moved on to the next student.

Shaking his head in disgust, Draco bent down to pick the cake pan off the floor, when he saw a floral oven mitt snatch it off the floor and place it on his work table. Looking up, he saw the oven mitt was attached to a really pretty blonde.

The blonde woman smiled at Draco. "My name's Emily. I hope you don't mind me helping out a bit. I figured you wouldn't want to burn your hand again." She said as she indicated to his bare hands.

"Thanks" Draco answered smiling back. "My name's Draco, by the way." he added while shaking her hand.

"Nice name. Doesn't it mean bad faith in French?" She then laughed and added "Maybe your cake doesn't trust you."

Draco laughed and said "Maybe. Or it could be I'm not very good at this baking thing."

Emily smiled. "It's not too hard once you get the basics down. For instance, this comes in handy" She said as she handed Draco an oven timer. "You set this for 25 minutes and it will ring when it's time for you to take your cake out of the oven."

Draco and Emily spent the rest of class talking while preparing and baking their cakes together. Draco couldn't remember the last time he'd ever had such an enjoyable conversation with anyone. He was beyond shocked to realize just how much he enjoyed spending time with this muggle woman. In no time at all, the oven timer went off and Emily handed Draco an oven mitt.

"I wouldn't want you to burn your hand again" She said as she put on her own oven mitt.

Draco thanked her and carefully took his cake out of the oven.

"Much better, Mr. Malfoy!" he heard Mrs. Toft exclaim as she went around examining the cakes.

10 minutes later the class was dismissed and Draco found himself waiting for Emily in the parking lot.

"Looking for someone?" Emily asked as she fished her keys out of her purse.

"Yeah, I was looking for you. I wanted to thank you for helping me in there. I was hoping maybe I could buy you dinner?"

Emily smiled and nodded her head. "I'd love that. Let's go to that diner just across the street."

Draco couldn't help the smile that appeared on his face as he thought that he might actually have to thank Mr. Weasley for something. Who would have thought Aurthur was right about muggles after all?

Drabbles!

Mon, 04 Sep 2006 22:15:34 GMT

I wrote some drabbles over @ LJ. (LOL, Only the first one is 100 words exactly.) Not all of them are H/Hr, but I hope you enjoy them anyway! Please keep in mind they are not beta'd & I'm pretty sure they're OC. LOL, I'm just going to copy & paste them from LJ, so please ignore the user names. :p

A Smallville Drabble that came to me:

Toss of the coin.
Clark Kent sat in his loft with a quarter in his hand. He knew it was silly to answer important questions with something as trivial as a coin toss, but he was desperate. Heads meant he would tell Lana everything. All about his supernatural origins to his unusual abilities, and tails meant he would keep his secrets. Taking a deep breath, Clark tossed the coin into the air and waited for it to hit the ground. "What the fuck?!!" he thought to himself. When Clark looked down, the coin wasn't on heads or tails. It was balanced on its side.

Spike/Dawn drabble for lori_the_bloody:

Love & Bloomin' Onions
Dawn picked up the hot plate from the table and carefully brought it over to where Spike was sitting on the couch. "What's this, luv?" Spike asked. Dawn rolled her eyes as she set the plate down on the coffee table. "It's a brand new car. Duh! It's a bloomin' onion, silly!" Spike sat up in his chair and began nibbling on his favorite treat. "I know what it is" Spike said between bites. "It's just, you hate it. Why would you go to Outback just to get one?" Dawn smiled at Spike as she sat down in his lap. "Well, I may not like it, but I know you do. Besides, isn't that what loves about? Trying to make each other happy?" Spike turned his head to look straight at Dawn as he replied "You're right, it is". As he said this, Spike picked Dawn up and carried her upstairs. Shrieking with surprise and delight, Dawn asked "Where are we going?" Spike winked at her as he whispered in her ear "To make each other happy.".

A Clark's POV on Lex/Lana drabble for tightchic:

Maybe
If he had been honest with himself, Clark would have realized he had broke up with Lana to protect himself. What if he told her his secret and she one day decided she didn't want to be with someone so... different? Then Lana turned to Lex. Lex Luthor, the man who made his sour lies seem like sweet truths. He pretended to give Lana what she needed: honesty. As Clark made his way to the Daily Planet, he couldn't help but consider what Fine had said to him. Lana had stood by Lex, even after he came back different. Could that have been the way things would have been had he trusted Lana with his secret and his heart? He couldn't believe that it would, or seeing Lana kiss Lex would cause Clark's heart to shatter beyond repair. The only thing saving Clark from breaking down, was the hope that Lana would realize just what Lex was up to. Maybe then.. no, Clark couldn't hope for anything from Lana. He had to save Lana from Lex. If he could save Lana, then maybe his heartache would be worth while. Maybe.

Rory/Dean drabble for naleyangel:

Coffee
Rory strolled down the street heading towards her favorite coffee shop near campus when she collided with someone coming out of a near by apartment. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" she heard a very familiar voice say. Looking up, she smiled as she said "Dean! I didn't know you lived here. Would you like to get some coffee with me and catch up?" Dean nodded as they both headed down the street. "Yeah, I've been living here almost a year. It's close to the business school that I've been going to." Dean opened the door to the coffee shop for Rory and she smiled at him. The two ordered their coffee and sat down on a cozy couch. "Wow, business school! That's awesome." Rory said as she sipped her latte. "Yeah, Ever since I fixed that car up for your birthday, I've been thinking about opening up my own auto shop. I've got the money saved up & the perfect location. I figure it would be wise to take a few business classes to help get me ready for all the responsibilities that come with running a business." Dean told her. "Well, I'm sure my mom would be happy to help you out. She's been doing really well running her own inn." Rory said as she smiled at Dean. "That would mean I'd be over your house almost everyday this summer. Are you sure you wouldn't mind?" Rory blushed as she responded "Oh, I know and I wouldn't mind at all. As a matter of fact, I think I'd like it." Dean reached out his hand until he was holding Rory's hand. "I'd like that too."

A Trever the Toad drabble for fiiishy:

It wasn't me!
The life of a toad could be boring sometimes. Trevor had to make life interesting. On the train rides to Hogwarts, he made sure to escape from his owner, Neville at least once. It's not that he disliked the boy, it's just that he was bored. Hide and seek had always been Neville's favorite game when he was a young boy, so Trevor figured Neville might enjoy playing it every once in a while. Once classes were in session, Trevor was left in the Gryffindor Tower while Neville attended his lessons. After a while Trevor found another game he liked. Trevor enjoyed hiding Neville's roomates's belongings while they were out. He named the game "It wasn't me!", because that was the phrase heard most often when one of the boys would ask the others if they had taken whatever item Trevor had hid that day. Just then, the boys began walking into the dorm to drop off their bags before they went to dinner. The dorky looking red head & the boy with the glasses were almost out the door when the red head noticed something under is bed. "Hey Harry, Here's that notebook of yours!" He said as he bent to retrieve it from under his bed. "Tha..." Harry stopped short with his hand stretched towards Ron as he noticed Ron was reading the doodles Harry had made on the back of his notebook. Ron looked up at Harry with an unreadable look on his face as he handed the book to Harry. "Uhmmm..." Harry stammered. "It's not what it looks like! I don't like Hermione, I just wrote that to.... uhhm... practice my penmanship?" Harry finished weakly. Ron rolled his eyes and said "Of course you like her, dumb ass! I'm not blind Harry, I see the way you look at her and how she looks at you. And I'm fine with it. Besides, if you're busy snogging Hermione, then I can see if I have a shot with Luna" Ron said as he patted Harry on the back. The two boys discussed how Harry was going to tell Hermione as they exited the room. Yes, Trevor thought, "It wasn't me!" was a pretty darn good game.

Harry/Hermione drabble for nousia:

A beautiful night for a walk.
It was nearing one in the morning and the Victory party was still going strong. Ever since Harry had defeated Voldemort, the parties had been almost nonstop. This one, was the most special as it was being held in the newly reopened Hogwarts. Scanning the Great Hall, Harry spotted Hermione chatting with Fleur and Luna. Harry approached the girls and smiled as the three spotted him and waved. "Hey, Harry, How are you?" Luna asked as Fleur kissed him on both cheeks and Hermione beamed at him. "Great, Thanks Luna. It's a bit crowded in here though. I was thinking about taking a walk. Would you like to come with me Hermione" Hermione nodded and the two said their good byes to Fleur and Luna before exiting the Great Hall. Harry and Hermione walked towards the lake and gazed at the star filled sky. "It's a beautiful night" Hermione commented. Harry nodded and said "Yeah, It feels more like spring than fall." Harry turned his head to look at Hermione as she admired the night sky. "I brought you out here because I kind of wanted to talk to you in private. I wanted to thank you. Not only for all of your help with finding the horcruxes and defeating Voldermort, but for everything. You have no idea how much I've relied on you these past 8 years." Harry said. Hermione turned to face Harry and said "Thank you for that, Harry. I'm just glad we could remain so close even after everything that's happened." Harry smiled at Hermione and kissed her nose. "So am I. Now that Voldemort is dead, maybe we have a chance to.." Harry faltered and looked at the ground. Hermione grabbed Harry's hand and said "Come on, Potter, Let's go for a walk. Who knows where the night will take us?". Hermione winked at Harry and the two headed towards the forest hand in hand.

A William Moseley/Emily drabble for ohmygiddyaunt:

A Rainy Day Encounter
William sat down in the cozy coffee shop with his book and coffee. It was pouring rain outside and William was glad to be inside rather than getting soaked out there. The bell above the door jingled and a young girl entered the shop. She placed her umbrella in the umbrella stand and went to the counter to order her drink. William couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was, beautiful, that was true, but there was something else. He decided to take a chance and smiled at her as she passed his table. "Excuse me, It's pretty crowded in here, would you like share a table with me?" The beautiful stranger smiled and said "Thanks" as she sat down. "I'm William" he said as he extended his hand to her. "Oh, I know" She replied as she shook his hand. "I've seen you in The Chronicles of Narnia. I'm Emily, by the way." She took a sip of her drink and smiled as the beverage warmed her up. "My friends back in the States teased me about how rainy it is in London and so far it's done nothing but rain." William laughed and said "It can get pretty wet here. It's supposed to be much nicer tomorrow. I don't suppose you'd like to explore London with me tomorrow? I've got a few days left before I have to start my next movie and I can't think of a better way to spend them than showing a beautiful girl around." Emily smiled at him and said "Sure, I'd love that." The two chatted for a while before William had to leave. Before heading out, William got Emily's phone number and kissed her on the cheek while silently thanking who ever it was responsible for making it rain and bringing him and Emily to the same coffee shop.

A Harry/Hermione from Ron's POV drabble for superbeffie:

Late night discoveries.
Ron reckons that if he hadn't been thirsty, he never would have found out about Harry and Hermione, at least not so soon. It was 2 weeks after Harry had defeated Voldemort and the trio was living together in a flat in London just two doors down from the Leaky Cauldron. Ron woke up from a very... interesting dream involving Luna, in desperate need of a drink of water. He shuffled to the kitchen but stopped when he heard voices in the sitting room. He peeked in and saw Harry and Hermione sitting very close together on the couch whispering words Ron could not hear from where he was standing. The words must have been of a romantic nature because Hermione blushed and giggled softly before leaning over and kissing Harry. Ron turned around and walked back to his bedroom, all thoughts of getting a drink forgotten. He hadn't been shocked by what he saw, ok, maybe he was, but not much. Ron knew Harry and Hermione cared for each other. He would have had to have been literally blind not to see it. The way the two had always been so close and how that bond seemed to grow while they had been hunting horcruxes. No, Ron, wasn't surprised. Happy for them, yes, but also a little sad that they were keeping their relationship a secret from him. "Maybe they thought I'd be mad." Ron mused. Settling into bed, Ron decided that the next morning he would tell Harry and Hermione about his feelings for Luna. Maybe his honesty would inspire the same in his two best friends. Falling into a peaceful sleep, Ron dreamed of a future where Harry and Hermione were happily together and Luna finally knew how much she meant to him.

A James Potter drabble for vanillacocktail:

Hogsmeade
It was a crowded day in Hogsmeade that fine June day. Sixth year Gryffindor, James Potter hummed a catchy muggle tune as he headed towards the Three Broomsticks to meet his fellow Marauders for an end of year butterbeer. James was thinking about all the mischief he could get into with Padfoot, Moony & Wormtail now that they were all of age. A loud thump startled James out of his thoughts as he turned to see what had caused the noise. A big seventh year Gryffindor had just knocked a much smaller third year Slytherin to the ground in front of Zonko's. "Watch where you're going, freak!" The large Gryffindor snarled at the Slytherin who was frantically trying to gather his books and flee. Another Gryffindor blocked the young boy's escape and laughed cruelly in his face. "You know, Josh, Maybe we ought to teach this... Slytherin a lesson. What should we do to a snotty little Slytherin who think's he's too good to take his nose out of his book and actually watch we're he's going?" The two Gryffindor's were about to reach for their wands, when James stepped between them and the Slytherin boy. "I know, You can let him pass by and go on with your day" James said, staring at the both of them. "Yeah, Whatever, Potter. We were just having fun." The two slunk off and the young Slytherin thanked James before dashing off. James resumed his trek to the Three Broomsticks when he heard a familiar voice from behind him. "Wow, That was decent of you, Potter. Maybe I've had you wrong all of these years" Lily Evans said as she walked up to him. James's heart fluttered at getting a compliment from Lily. "Why, Evans, I was just doing what a good Gryffindor should do. Care to join me and the boys for a butterbeer?" Lily smiled at James and said "I have a better idea, how about I meet you by the lake after you have a butterbeer with Remus, Sirius & Peter. Maybe you can show me what else I've missed about you." With that Lily winked and walked back to where he friends were standing. James smiled as he walked into the Three Broomsticks imagining what would happen when he finally got some alone time with the beautiful Ms. Evans.

A Superman/Lois drabble for malfoysvixen:

Family time
Lois let out a curse as the fifth taxi passed her by. She was already an hour late getting home and Jason was really looking forward to watching that new DVD with her. Ever since the two had been held captive by Lex Luthor, Jason was reluctant to let her out of his sight. "My little protector" Lois mused with a small small on her face. "He's so much like..." Lois was snapped out of her thoughts by a light breeze to her left. She knew it hadn't been the wind, it was.. "Having trouble, Ms. Lane?" Superman asked her. Lois turned and stared into his beautiful blue eyes. Clearing her throat she answered. "Yeah, I had to work late and now I'm having a hard time getting a cab. Jason was really looking forward to spending the evening watching a movie with me." At the mention of Jason's name, Superman's eyes lit up and he asked "Can I fly you home then? It would be much quicker than a cab." Lois nodded and Superman gently put his arms around her waist and floated up. As the two flew towards Lois's house, she couldn't stop herself from staring at him. He was so strong, such an amazing person. She could hardly believe that he could have feelings for her, and yet he did. In no time, the two were floating gracefully down in front of her house. "Thanks for the lift. It seems like you're always around when I need you." Lois smiled and turned to walk towards the house. She took two steps, paused and turned around. "I don't suppose you'd like to join Jason and I for movie night? We just rented Batman Begins from netflix." Superman smiled at this offer and nodded his head. "I'd love to." he said as he walked beside her towards the house and held the door open for her. "This feels right" Lois thought to herself. "Just my son, his father and me enjoying a movie together."

A Clark/Lana drabble for tearingapart:

Between Us
Clark entered the Talon on a Saturday afternoon hoping to get a caffeine fix before meeting Chloe to go over history notes. He smiled to himself to see Lana behind the counter. Lana saw Clark and smiled. "Hi Clark! What's up?" Clark slid onto a stool at the counter and said "Not much, I was just hoping to get a little caffeine into my system before I had to meet Chloe to study for that big test." Lana handed Clark a cup of coffee and smiled. "Just the way you like it." She winked at him. Clark took a sip and smiled at her. "I can't believe you remember how I take my coffee. You've only taken my order a few times." Lana smiled shyly and admitted "I remember everything you tell me, Clark." Lana blushed and busied herself so she didn't have to feel like a fool for making such a confession to Clark. Clark was warmed by her words and touched her arm. "I never forget anything you tell me either. How much longer do you have to work this afternoon? That movie you wanted to see is playing in Metropolis, I figure we can go see it." Lana looked at Clark and said "That would be awesome! I get off in 15 minutes, we can..." She stopped short and shook her head. "What am I saying? You have to meet Chloe to study and I'm meeting Whitney at his dad's store to keep him company while he does inventory." Clark couldn't believe he almost blew Chloe off. "You're right" He said as he stood up to leave. "I guess we can do it another time, when nothing can get in the way." Clark walked towards the door and turned to look at Lana. She smiled at him and said "Yeah, I'd like that. We can get together when there's nothing in the way". The two said goodbye and Clark got into his truck. Driving over to Chloe's, Clark wondered if there ever would be a time when he and Lana could get together with nothing standing in between them.

Since it's Harry Potter's birthday...

Tue, 01 Aug 2006 00:40:17 GMT

I've written a short fluffy (& crappy) little ficlet.

It was very late in the evening as Harry sat at his desk finishing off a bit of paper work before he turned in for the night. He figured it would be better to get all of that out of the way before the weekend really started, especially since his birthday was the next day. Harry was so engrossed in his paper work that he hadn't heard Hermione enter the room

"Hey Hermione, what are you doing up so late?" He asked her noticing the cupcake in her hand.

"According to my watch, it's after midnight. It's officially your birthday and I wanted to be the first to wish you a happy 26th birthday, Mr. Potter." Hermione stated as she used her wand to light the candle on the cupcake.

Harry stood to face Hermione properly and smiled as he said "Thanks, Hermione. You really didn't have to do this for me."

"I know" She replied with a smile of her own. "Now, make a wish and blow out the candle."

Harry feigned thinking hard as he already knew what he wanted to wish for. He then bent slightly towards the cupcake and blew the candle out.

Hermione placed the cupcake next to Harry's paperwork and grinned at him. "Now, what exactly did you wish for? Hmmm... For Voldemort to be dead? Nah, he's dead already. To become an ace auror? Nah, you are already. I wonder what it could be." Hermione pondered.

Harry laughed and said "Now Ms. Granger, you know I can't tell you what I wished for, then my wish wouldn't come true. I could... show you, I suppose."

Hermione looked puzzled and started to ask "Show? Ho...", but was silenced when Harry closed the distance between the two of them and gently kissed her.

Moments later as the two parted, Hermione looked at Harry with a gleam in her eye. "Oh, so that's how you'd show me." She said before grabbing the back on Harry's neck and passionately kissing him.

As soon as that kiss ended, Harry leaned his forehead against Hermione's and whispered "Wow, Birthday wishes really do come true."

Yeah, it sucks. LOL, That's why I don't do this for a living. :p

Sat, 15 Jul 2006 10:30:19 GMT

Hey! I've been rather unactive for a while.... For that I apologise! I've recently been Beta-ing for some people and so most of my time has been took up by that.

Anyhoo, I recently found a fanfic on fanfiction.net

So, here is it!!!

I give total credit to the writer of this fic - I only found it and shared it!

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2656823/1/

Muchas love!

Naughty H/Hr Fan Fic!

Fri, 14 Jul 2006 19:49:02 GMT

Hello all! No, I'm not a new member, this is indeed hms_harmony. (I got this journal for an RPG game.)

Anyway, last night I read this great H/Hr smutty fan fiction on portkey. It's NC17, so please don't click on the link if you don't like naughty fanfiction.

Source: Envy @ Portkey
Author: Twitch E. Littleferret
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Harry/Hermione

Envy

There's a nervous anticipation that comes over me as I enter the flat. There's already a crowd here, milling about and chatting away happily over the music that is playing. There's a slight haze above everyone, the smoke of cigs and blunts assaults my senses the moment I step into the place. There's enough space to make my way around but crowded enough that I'm almost always in contact with someone.

I see some familiar faces here and they greet me with a smile or a hug, sometimes both. I say hello back, have pleasant conversation with some of them but my attentions are really elsewhere. I'm looking for him. He's the reason why I feel like there are a hundred butterflies in my stomach just wanting and waiting to get out.

I have been looking forward to this day all week. I took today off of work where I have a job at Witch Weekly as the Beauty Editor to go shopping and to the spa. I'm wearing a pair of designer jeans that flatter my long and lean legs, my favorite feature of myself. I'm wearing strappy high-heeled sandals in gold that display my freshly pedicured toes. I'm wearing a gold-beaded halter top, the front dips just enough to give an enticing view of my cleavage, the back is bare with a single sating ribbon tied in a knot. My hair has been washed, dried and styled to fall in a lovely cascade of red, perfumed with an intoxicating scent that he had once said he liked. I notice the looks I get from the guys at the party, the flash of lust in their eyes but I don't care what they think, I care what he thinks.

Like in a muggle movie, the crowd suddenly parts and I see him sitting on a stool by the bar table. He's sitting with my brother who has just offered him a beer. I love him. I really do. I know I do. I've loved him even before I met him when his name was as close to an urban legend as it could be. He's wearing dark jeans that aren't too tight but fit just enough to let someone know that there aren't skinny appendages there. The way his dark t-shirt fits says the same thing. He isn't bulky like my brother who is a professional Quidditch player, he's an Auror, a hero, saving the world one day at a time. His arms are strong and for a moment, I let the memory of him holding me in them wash over my mind. I want to be held in them again. I want much more. I want to lie under him, I want to feel every part of his skin against mine, I want to feel his thigh brush against my bottom as he presses himself inside of me, I want to run my hands along those arms then have them end up in tangled in his hair.

As I approach, Seamus joins them and says something to make them both laugh. I love his laugh, his smile. The three of them look over at me as I near them. The look in Harry's eyes is the same as all the other guys who have looked at me but I cling to the hope that there was something more. Something more than the natural male appreciation of the opposite sex, something more than the customary once over that most men do to a woman.

“Hey Ginny,” he says with easy casualness. He is comfortable with my presence, he has known me since I was a little girl, since that fateful day on the Platform when we saw Ron off on his first day to Hogwarts.

“Hello Harry,” I reply back. I hope it's as throaty and sultry as I practiced it to be. My brother catches his attentions back to whatever they had been talking about earlier. I linger, jumping into the conversation once in awhile to keep Harry aware of my presence. Once in awhile I shift my stance and my leg brushes against his knee. I revel in the contact. The way I'm standing by Harry, clearly displays to other interested females to back off. And there are plenty of them here. They glance over at him, hoping to catch his eye. They live for these parties so they can go to work Monday morning and say they went to Harry Potter's flat for a party. He shares it with my brother so they can name drop him as well to impress their co-workers. Whatever.

I lean close to him, my lips nearly brushing his ear as I speak over the music. “There's a line for the loo, can I use yours?” I ask.

“Yeah, sure, of course.”

I walk up the stairs, past the ladies and gents, my head held high. Some of the young women quickly turn to their friends to whisper and nod at me. Yes, that is Ginny Weasley, ex-girlfriend of Harry Potter and yes, I am going into his room. He has altered the wards to let in only those he gives verbal consent to. No one else can get in if they tried.

His room is dark and I flip on the light to reveal a neat and tidy room, so different from the slob that my brother is. I walk over to his bed and run my fingers over the dark blue comforter. I take a dare and lay down on top of it, my head resting on his pillow breathing in his scent. I close my eyes and imagine he is lying there with me.

I sigh and get up. I use his bathroom, thumb through the products he has in his medicine cabinet. I take a whiff of his cologne. I love that smell. It's time that I return to the party downstairs and so I turn off the light and leave.

Upon my approach, the few brave women that have congregated around Harry, Ron and Seamus scatter and I take my rightful place by Harry's side. I revel and bask in their envious glares. A small smirk plays at the corner of Harry's mouth and I see Luna Lovegood approaching. I'll let her in the circle, she isn't after Harry, she's after my brother. I have to wonder sometimes if it's a fruitless quest. She doesn't seem his type. But Harry greets her kindly and I know he holds conversation with her partly because he likes to see Ron squirm uncomfortably was he's around her.

The conversation is pleasant and Harry seems to smile endearingly at Luna as she goes off on a tangent about some weird creature. Seamus jumps into the conversation and Harry turns his head to look over the crowd. The front door opens and Terry Boot walks in, followed by some other woman I don't recognize and then finally Hermione.

The look on Harry's face as he watches her approach is an odd one. It's hard to describe this look of detached interest. I can only equate it to a muggle show on the television I saw one night when Ron and I were bored. Harry has the look of a lion watching a gazelle, not yet hungry enough for the chase but marking where the food is just in case. It's a look he's never given me so I'm not worried about it. Besides, this is Hermione, his best friend's ex-girlfriend. That alone puts her in the “Untouchable” category.

They greet her as they normally do, with teases, smiles and hugs. She gives both my brother and Harry a kiss, a friendly one. I don't mind. She knows who I am to Harry.
“So…Terry, huh?” Seamus asks her as he hands her a shot of Firewhiskey. Hermione takes it and knocks it back.

“He's just a friend,” Hermione smiles. Terry is a medi-wizard student along with Hermione studying at St. Mungo's. I know Seamus is teasing her.

“I knew he's the reason why you constantly reject my offers for dinner,” he grins.

“I thought it was because I have better taste,” Hermione flirts back. Ron and Harry mockingly wince at her words.

“Well, you dated this git over here so the standards can't be that high,” Seamus laughs.

“Hey!” my brother says in protest and Harry and I look at each other and laugh, another example of our deep connection to each other. Ron leans forward and in a conspiratorial whisper asks, “So, Terry, huh?”

“Ron,” Harry says in a tone of warning.

This is where Harry's loyalty to my brother falters. He always chases Ron off the topic of Hermione's love life, respecting her privacy. He is a good friend to her.

Seamus tells Hermione that someone from the ministry is here, I don't recognize the name but it seems to interest Hermione and she leaves with Seamus for an introduction.

The party continues and I've made my second circuit around the room, mingling and catching up with old friends. Many of them ask me how Harry is doing, those are usually the ones too shy to go up to him himself. They look up at me with envy as I tell them he's doing just fine. It's me they go to when they want to know the latest gossip about him. Our names are always tied together in the gossip pages, our photographs splash the front cover of magazines. According to them, we have been engaged several times, eloped twice, there was even a baby watch for a few months when a rumor was spread that I was pregnant with his child and he was rushing around trying to make an honest woman out of me. Once in Diagon Alley, I overheard a group of pre-teens who were clutching the latest copy of one of these magazines.

“Merlin, I wish I were Ginny Weasley,” one of them had said.

“Yeah,” said another, “she's the luckiest girl on the planet.”

Someone is blabbering on about something to me and my mind wanders, my eyes search for Harry and find him sitting in an armchair. The look in his eyes startles me and excites me at the same time, awakening something primitive inside of me that causes a warmth to pool between my legs.

He still has the look of that lion watching the gazelle. Only this time, he has decided that he is hungry and ready for the chase. This gaze is not directed at me, however, it's centered on another corner of the room.

A bright laugh catches my attention and I see Hermione laughing hard at something someone has said in the circle she's sitting with. The group is clustered around the coffee table, a large bottle of Firewhiskey is half-filled and there are shot glasses cluttering the surface. They are playing some sort of drinking game. Harry's gaze is settled on someone at that table and with a start of realization I see that it is probably the new girl, sitting next to Hermione that she brought to the party with her.

Well, she's new so she gets a free pass. But she needs to quickly learn who I am in his life and that she doesn't stand a chance. The fact that Harry hasn't even been with me in that intimate way is of no consequence, I'm sure it will happen tonight. I mean, the look he gave me when he first saw me is a clear indication that he is interested.

I go to his room again to use the loo and on the way back I stall at his closet. I open the slotted doors and his scent immediate fills my senses. I love his smell. I open my arms and gather some of his shirts in my arms and bury my nose in them, breathing him in. I picture everyone at the party leaving and him coming up to his room alone and finding me in his bed with nothing on but one of his shirts. I get turned on just by the thought of what it will be like to have him take my virginity. I've been saving it for him and him alone.

I hear footsteps outside of his door and the sound of the knob turning. I have just enough time to duck into the closet and close it before his bedroom door opens and Hermione walks in. I briefly wonder what the hell she is doing here before I see her go into his bathroom.

Oh.

A sigh of relief escapes me. But I'm still panicked, what will she say if she caught me in here? I silently will her to hurry and a surge of joy fills me when I hear the toilet flush and the running water from the tap. His bedroom door opens and my nerves are on overdrive when I see Harry walk into the room and close the door behind him. Oh shit! How am I going to explain my little hiding place now?

The door to his bathroom opens and Hermione steps out. “Harry!!” she says as she jumps. “You scared me!”

“Sorry,” he replies. He doesn't look the least bit apologetic. In fact, that predatory look on his face has heightened. He is giving chase, he wants the gazelle.

Hermione backs away from him. “Harry,” she says in a warning.

He lunges for her and she shrieks playfully, jumping up on his bed and running over it to the other side. She sprints for the door but he catches her by the waist. She's laughing as he picks her up and she wraps her legs around him. He moves to the door, the nearest wall to them and he presses her up against it as he kisses her.

I'm in complete and total shock! My mind is refusing to process this strange turn of events, this fluke. It has completely shut down and I can't even move.

Harry reaches out and turns off the lights. It doesn't help me, the moon is full and shining brightly through the windows in his room. I can see everything.

Hermione tilts her head as he begins to kiss her neck. I see one of his hands snake up from her waist to cup one of her breasts. She lets out a soft moan as he squeezes and caresses it. Her arms wrap around his neck as he sets her feet back down on the floor. The hand that was at her breast now moves back down her front. She stops him.

“Harry, no,” she coos at him.

“Why not?” he answers.

“Everyone is downstairs.”

He shrugs and kisses her neck. “So?”

“They're going to notice you're missing.”

“And this is a problem, why?” There's a hint of impatience in his voice.

“Harry, it's your birthday party.” They kiss again, a deep slow one.

“I know,” he says against her lips. “And I plan to have my cake and eat it too.”

His hands wander back down and she doesn't fight him this time as he unbuttons her jeans and unzips them. Hermione bites her lip as his hand disappears inside of them. He uses his thigh to nudge hers further apart. She lets out a small moan and he swears under his breath. I see his hand moving rhythmically before he stops and removes it to help tug down her jeans.

“Harry.” Hermione's voice is a strangled whisper.

He kisses her neck, his hands palming her breasts, he leaves a trail of kisses as he sinks to his knees in front of her. He lifts the hem of her grey tank to place kisses and licks against her flat belly before heading to the delicate triangle patch of fabric that are her knickers.

Hermione leans back, her head knocking back against the door as her hands tangle in his hair. I can see one of his hands on her hips, stilling her, keeping her from bucking. I can only imagine where his other hand is. Her moans become a little more bold and a little more frequent. Harry moves away from her, still on his knees as she kicks off her sandals and he slides her jeans down her legs. Hermione claws at his t-shirt, yanking it over his head, taking his glasses with them. Her hands are on the fly of his jeans and Harry doesn't hesitate to take them off as well. His boxers drop to the floor but I can only see his backside, his perfectly toned ass.

He's picked up Hermione again and this time he carries her to the bed, a wave of his hand sends the comforter unfurling and falling off the end of the footboard. His body blocks Hermione's, I can only see his back, the muscles rippling in the moonlight. She is sitting in front of him, her legs must be spread because I can see her knees bent on either side of him. I watch him take off her stupid grey tank and toss it to the side, her bra follows shortly after. He moves over her, drawing the sheet up behind him as he settles himself between her legs that are still bent at the knees. I see one hand reach in front of him as he bends down to kiss her. I hear the distinct sound of fabric ripping.

“Harry!” Hermione scolds, sitting up on her elbows.

“What? I'll buy you a new pair,” he says into her neck. Hermione gentle pushes him back.

“That was the pair you bought me from the last time you did that.”

Harry contemplates the flimsy fabric dangling from his fingers. “Oh.”

“I'm going to request something more expensive this time. Maybe that'll deter you.”

Harry lets the torn fabric drop to the floor before returning to Hermione. “La Perla isn't cheap. I should know better than to buy you something that just drives me mad when I see it on you.” His voice is rough with lust and unrequited passion. He lowers Hermione back down on the mattress while at the same time moving one of her legs up, her calf resting on his shoulder.

“Harry.” Hermione's voice has a hint of panic in it. “Harry, be gentle. I'm still sore from this morniiiiiing!”
The sheet outlines his lower body and I can see one of his legs stretched out while the other is laying sideways, bent at the knee for leverage. I can see the muscles of his back writhing, his weight on one arm while the other arm's hand is gripping her hip. My eyes wander to his bum, covered by the sheet, but I can still see the faintest trace of his muscles contracting there as he pumps furiously into Hermione. I'm fascinated, horrified and heart-broken all at the same time.

I've never had sex. But the way he's thrusting into her tells me that he has blatantly ignored her request to be gentle. But she sounds like she doesn't mind. The headboard has begun to knock against the wall and between her gasps I hear Hermione say a quick Silencio. The mattress is still squeaking though and I wonder who else can hear them. Harry seems to not care at the moment. I want someone to come in and barge in on them, stop them, yell at them. I don't have the courage to. I'm still in shock. I don't know what I'm feeling.

Hermione looks like a tangle of limbs underneath him. He isn't making gentle love to her like I've read in those romance novels. This would be what I have overheard my brothers call “fucking”. Hermione was getting fucked by Harry Potter. He drives into her harder and for a moment I wonder if he's really hurting her, if she could split in two. Her hands tangle in his hair as she moans even louder, saying his name. One of her legs drops off of his shoulder and Harry reaches for it, letting her thigh rest against his hips. He's gripping her thigh so tightly I know she'll have bruises.

“Oh!” I hear her moan as she moves her hands to splay on his back. “Harry!” she whimpers between her cries as she grips his back, her nails leaving faint scratches on his skin.

“Hermione.” His voice is guttural even primitive as he gives a particularly rough thrust, a short pause, another thrust, pause and a final thrust before he collapses on top of her. She gathers him in her arms, kissing him. They lay there for a moment before his bum lifts slightly off of her in a soft moan of reluctance then he rolls off of her. I see him, all of him, for just a moment. The mysterious dark curls covering the sack of flesh underneath, his penis rests on his skin, wet and glistening before he covers himself with the sheet. His chest is gleaming with sweat and he mutters “fuck” as he flops on his back, one arm draped over his eyes.

Hermione has covered herself modestly with the sheet and she lays on her side, watching him with an amused and satisfied look on her face. I hate her. Her hand is playing with his hair and he moves his arm to look up at her. He smiles and brings her down for a kiss. A hand moves up and gently tugs on her sheet but Hermione is gripping it tightly. She breaks the kiss and pulls away from him.

“I don't think so,” she says coyly at him. “I'm lucky if I can still walk.”

“But it's my birthday,” he whines.

Hermione gets off of the bed and pulls on her jeans, sans knickers. “Yes and you've already had two of your presents this morning.

A dreamy look covers Harry's face. “Ah yes.”

She grins and rolls her eyes. He watches her as she gets dressed, propping himself up on an elbow, sheet falling at his waist, contentment on his face. Hermione bends down to put on her sandals and she picks up her ruined knickers. She tosses them to Harry who catches them with his Seeker reflexes.

“You are such a jerk sometimes,” she sighs.

Harry laughs at her as he examines his own handiwork. “I told you I'd buy you another pair. I'll buy you a whole drawer full if I get to rip every single one of them off of you.”

“I'm sure you would,” she says as she leans over to give him one more kiss.

“Stay the night,” he says. It's more of an order than a request.

She kisses him one more time and gets off of the bed. She stops at the door and turns around again. “Oh, I almost forgot.” She reaches in her pocket and pulls out a tiny box. With a tap of her wand the box enlarges to an 8 by 8 cm cube wrapped in red paper with a gold ribbon. “Happy Birthday, Harry,” she says as she tosses the box to him.

He catches it and looks up at her. “I love you.” I die.

“Of course you do,” she replies back, blowing him a kiss and slipping out of the door, turning the lights back on.

Harry looks like a kid at Christmas as he sits up and eagerly unwraps her gift. He lifts the lid, reaches in and pulls out some ribbon…with a key attached to it. I don't know what it means but it must mean something to Harry because he thrusts both fists in the air with a triumphant “YES!!!” before falling backwards on the bed.

He gets up eventually, dresses and leaves the room to join the party downstairs. After a moment, I finally leave the closet. The air still smells of them and I stare at the unmade bed.

I have to get out of here.

The rest of the party is surreal. Harry and Hermione go about as if nothing had happened between him. They pull it off flawlessly as if they'd been doing this for quite some time. Maybe they have. I feel like a complete idiot. Of course he wouldn't want her name splashed over the magazines like mine is. I should hate him but I don't. I should hate Hermione, but I don't. Well, maybe sort of. I envy her. This should be my hint to leave them alone, to give up Harry.

But I can't.

I've seen him at his rawest. I've seen the way he has sex and I wonder how many different ways he makes love to her. I want the same thing. What I have seen only fuels my quest even more. I want Harry and nothing can stop me.

Hours later, I watch in silence as Hermione makes her way up to Harry's room undetected and under no one's suspicions. The party is winding down and people are slowly leaving. I'm sitting in the stool that he was sitting in when I first saw him this evening. He approaches the bar.

“Did you have fun tonight?” he asks me.

I take in every feature of his face. “I did. Happy Birthday Harry.” I love him. I want him. I will have him.

“Thanks,” he says genuinely. He reaches for a bottle of Firewhiskey and I breathe in his scent. He moves away and says a quick goodbye to Lavender and Dean, then waves at everyone else left at the party before he climbs the stairs. I move off of the stool and watch him. He opens the door to his room, smiles, and closes the door behind him.

Sat, 24 Jun 2006 13:17:46 GMT

Hey, all! I'm new to GJ. I joined GJ because LJ is getting... je ne sais pas. I don't like the changes and LJ doesn't have the best customer service. I'll probably continue using LJ for a while, but if it takes a turn for the worse... GJ will be my new home!

Anyway, I'm tehfudgie over @ LJ, too. I'm an active member at various HP communities and sometimes write fanfiction.

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Wed, 21 Jun 2006 16:40:06 GMT

Hello, just thought I should introduce myself since I'm a newbie to GJ (though I've been on LJ for several years now). I've been a H/Hr shipper since 2000 and I've written various fanfics found at ff.net among other places. I used to be Silvestria when I was more active in fandom ages ago. Hmm. Not sure what else there is to say! Still, always good to see H/Hr continuing to sail. :)

~Silvestria~

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