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It was one of those magical Weasley holidays, with the snow and the laughter and a blanket of stars - it was utterly charming and utterly warm, even as the fireplace fell silent and the moon took his spot amongst the sky. She stood alone in the night, drawing the familiar cold into her lungs, her arms crossed over a worn sweater. There was a certain beauty in silence, she had decided; it was cool and comforting and spectacularly unspectacular, the things she needed most, and the things she could only find in the moonlight along the snow drifts of Ottery St. Catchpole.
If you ask Harry, he will definitely tell you that change is good.
Ron thinks that Harry might be gay, and Hermione lesbian. Luckily for them, though, they’ve found a solution for their slight “problem.” Warning: I still have no idea what I'm doing, so cope with me.
It's a really hot day outside. I wonder how Harry and Hermione will keep cool...
Remember the nursery rhyme, baby lullaby, whatever? I do, and I love it!!! So, with no further ado, Harry, Hermione and baby daughter relaxing at home. Family fluff.
Behold! I have ventured out of writing dark, angst ridden fic to bring you.... a comedy. A satire of every single Harry/Hermione love story EVER WRITTEN. So click, and read, a tale of true love (and cookies)
Harry and Hermione ask some of the same questions, but neither expected to receive the same answer.
*one-shot* Harry and Hermione have made a tradition of spending New Years Eve together. Hermione is scared he won't show up, but he upholds the tradition with pride. Just when New Years can't get any better for the two, Harry begins a new tradition.
“Harry Bloody Potter, Mr. I always have to be the one to save everyone and take all the credit,” Ron spat. The look on Harry’s face could kill. Before Ron knew what was happening, Harry wound back and punched him hard on the eye. Harry narrowed his eyes and abruptly turned and stormed off.
For me, Christmas Eve has always been a magical time—a time when it seems that dreams, whatever they are, can and will come true. So I wrote this little story, hoping to share this feeling with you. Merry Christmas, and may all YOUR dreams come true!
It was when she watched him fly that she knew.
A one-shot songfic to 'My Skin' by Natalie Merchant... The voices made me do it...
Strange dreams have been haunting Hermione for days now, and all of them seem to involve a mysterious lover. And why is she waking up at the exact same time every night? One-Shot
Everything you need to know in life: what dust-filled bookshelves do to noses, and what love-filled environments do to (*cough*) undercover operations.
"Please. Ron, I need you to hear me...I know I--neither of us have any right to ask anything of you now. But--but--," she faltered for a moment, and he could hear her swallow. "But...because you love me, I need you to just hear me. To look at me." 'You always hurt the ones you love' never rang so true.
Hermione comforts Harry after he runs to her in the middle of the night, and leaves a frustrated Lavender and Parvati to wonder.
After an argument on Harry's birthday, he finds a clever way to make up with Hermione.
"You're my Prince Charming. I always thought he would come on a white horse, but you came on a Firebolt."
She hasn’t seen him for two months.
She thought of him as unpredictable. Wild, fierce, reckless. It wasn't as if she could help it – that was how she saw him.
"One year of our lives can’t hurt, can it?" she whispers.
Hermione Granger had her heart broken last Christmas, will she find someone who can fix it? A fic based on the song 'Last Christmas'.
Tessa can't for the life of her figure out what ever happened to that Golden Trio. What had ever happened to Harry Potter... It isn't what I usually write, and I'm not sure if I like it or not. ONE SHOT friendshipish fic
"He fell to his knees and let his head sag to his chest. In his life, nothing was sacred. Not his mentor. Not his family. Not even the casual schoolmate. He felt more alone than he had ever felt before. Without Dumbledore, he was nothing, just a boy with a scar and some old fraud’s condemnation."
Everyone knows what the last word of Book 7 was reported to be (before it was changed at the last moment). But I don't have to read the book (which I have no intention of doing) to know that it won't be used anything like it is here. Rated R just to be on the safe side.
Harry thinks it was about time that Hermione’s catchphrase gained a completely new meaning // post-dh, minus epilogue. Oneshot
He wanted her. No, it was more than that; he needed her. H/Hr. Post Epilogue. Sort of a sequel of 'Table for Two' (you don’t need to read that one to understand this ficlet). Ficlet.
A separation. A pregnancy. A death.
Hermione enjoys her food. For all the Wonks.
Hermione's reaction to the sixth book and the mugglenet interview... and what does Harry have to say about any of this? [OneShot]
Chrismas time, full of family and cheer. Their children have a happy time, but Harry and Hermione recieve a very... proud gift from their six month old son.
It was cold. Not just the kind of cold that made you shiver and your fingers go numb, but the kind of cold that made you give up on shivering.
There was something about the rain that day. And that something made Hermione wish that her parents had bought a more comfortable couch.
Hermione's here; Harry's not so sure about himself. (Written pre-DH)
Harry and Hermione experience their first time. Fixed Version.
Harry's told Hermione the prophecy. I know, been done! But this isn't what you're expecting.
“I can’t believe I’m talking to an inanimate object.” Hermione muttered under her breath. Apparently the map heard. “Mr. Padfoot does not appreciate being referred to as an inanimate object.”
This is a short ficlet set in my Lions of Gryffindor series. Its the missing scene from OoTP, Hermione's career discussion.
Yet another fluffy songfic from yours truly involving our favorite HP couple Harry and Hermione. It happened one night while he gazed up on the starry horizon. Beware to those who haven't read book five: Has lots of spoilers…
My little explanation of Book 6. Songfic of Staind’s “It’s Been A While”, Harry & Hermione finally get to meet in private for the first time in a year. While their plan worked, they paid a price. This is a short one-shot. Rated PG-13 conservatively for a bit of profanity in the song lyrics.
What happens when our fair hero is faced with a twelve year old daughter and his fears about boys and sex.... R/R...oh yeah and I know I have 3 other stories that need my attention but this plot bunny wouldn't go away until I did somethign with it so forgive me!
Harry comes home one night to find one of his best friends in desperate need of comforting. A quick song fic laced with whiskey, our beloved snoring Ron and what it takes to have such a beautiful friendship. The question is, is there love involved, too?
Voldemort looms threateningly over Harry's, Hermione's, and the rest of the Wizarding World's life. Even though Harry and Hermione are together, he doesn't want anyone to know...
Sitting out in his backyard, Harry, at age sixty, looks back upon his life, including his love for Hermione and his daughter.
Hermione is afraid of Lightning... so she goes into Harry for comfort. Rated PG-13 for references to a naughty bit (nothing will happen in this story though, use your imaginations!)
He doesn't know where this road goes. He doesn't know where his feet are taking him, but that's perfectly fine, really, because this is Christmas, this is magic, and this is why he's fighting. He wants to save this. He wants to keep it close, because this is something close to happiness, when the holidays in Hogsmeade are everywhere around him.
[completed] She was Hermione Granger. She gave him strength, she gave him courage. She was the bravest person he had ever known.
Harry has a big 'stick' he wants to show Hermione. Ron arrives unexpectedly, Hermione gets annoyed, and Harry gives them both a surprise! Innuendo abounds.
Starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight. I wish that Harry Potter would kiss me, at least once. Maybe that way I’d tell him how I feel. (Song fic... One Shot!)
Side by side, they lay in the grass under the shade of a tree at the lake. A light wind blew, scuttling fallen leaves over their supine forms and shaking a few more free of their branches. The air was chilled, hanging over them like the pervasive mist, and ever so often cut blithely through their light woollen robes. And their eyes were trained on the horizon as the sun, in a blaze of bright red, flaming orange and burnished gold, descended to the twilight of the dying earth. This was the dusk of All Hallow's Eve. My attempt at a fic for the season, and seriously, my parents should take away my rights to the computer. Lighter and fluffier than my usual stuff. R&R