And it was love...

xharryhermione @ 2009-07-08T16:34:00

2009-07-08T14:35:14Z

[01-28] - The Time Traveler's Wife
[29-52] - Vampire Diaries
[53-84] - Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince

Teasers:

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Fic: As

2009-07-05T07:40:58Z

Author: Regency

Title: As

Pairing: Harry/Hermione friendship+

Word count: 300 – drabblex3

Rating: G

Spoilers: Through Deathly Hallows but nothing in-depth.

Summary: Similes get Hermione through an evening with a sick Teddy Lupin.

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As

xharryhermione @ 2009-07-03T05:44:00

2009-07-03T01:44:05Z

Avis of
[1-27] Vanessa Hudgens
[28-39] Zac Efron & Vanessa Hudgens
[40-47] Smallville, Bride episode
[48-71] Smallville Promo S8
[72-77] Kristin Kreuk
[78-88] Elisha Cuthbert
[89-99] Emma Roberts
[100-107] Harry&Hermione
[108-113] Jordana Brewster & Paul Walker
[114-125] Kristen Stewart
[126-139] MiSa
[140-150] Narnia
[151-161] One Tree Hill
SIGs of
[162-164] Vanessa Hudgens
[165-166] Emma Roberts
[167-170] Kristen Stewart
[171-172] Bethany Joy Galeotti

the rest is here - http://luna172004.livejournal.com/2578.html#cutid1

New Fic---Choose Your Fate

2009-06-15T20:14:43Z

Title: Choose Your Fate--Part 1
Rating: PG
Genre: angst
Pairing: h/hr
A/N: slightly AU I own nothing.
Summary: As the battle rages closer, Hermione and Harry must deal with family, feelings, and expectations. Do they follow the rules and remain chess pieces or listen to themselves and do what is needed to survive?

feel as though she was the smallest piece of matter

Thanks to the readers/reviewers of my last post. Hope you enjoy this one!

Fic

2009-06-13T23:11:28Z

Hey y'all!
So, i'm fairly new to LJ, but since i've been posting Fics for a while, i thought it wouldn't harm to post mine in here. I've been reading through this comm, and it feels like just the right place (though there are such great stories around here that a girl kind of feels intimidated!)

Fandom: Harry Potter
Author: H4H
Title: Harry Potter and the Limits of War
Pairings: Harry/Hermione
Rating: 15+
Summary: Trying on a ring never hurt anyone right? Not all rings are the same, and one from Harry's past may cause more than just trouble. More adventures await the trio as summer comes to an end, and year 7 begins at Hogwarts. Those thought dead may not be, and the mysteries of the Potter's past are uncovered.

Chapter 1

Summer. A hot, sweaty treat for some; a terrible nightmare for others. Or maybe just for one.
On Number 12 Private Drive, three people peacefully slept. The fourth inhabitant of the house had also surrendered to slumber, but peaceful was not the right word to describe his sleep.

“Harry...”

“Harry...” A soft, familiar voice called again. Harry had heard both times but it seemed like he was lost in the sweetness of the voice. It had entered his mind and was adoringly making him quite disoriented, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t respond in any way.

“Harry, come on, it’s time to wake up” This time the voice sounded louder and was accompanied with a soft giggle. It made shivers run down his back.

Hoping to be face to face with the owner of such melodic voice, Harry finally opened his eyes lazily and saw exactly who he was expecting to find: a beautiful bushy-haired girl, recognizable everywhere because of the deep attachment he felt for her, Hermione Granger. Although he was very happy to see her there, his confusion concerning said presence matched that happiness in quantity.

“What are you doing here?” was his obvious question, to what Hermione simply smiled tenderly as response and proceeded by getting up from where she was sitting on his bed.

Only then did Harry notice something different about her was different. Her hair was the same. Her figure, likewise. The smile on her face, although much more noticeable, was still hers. The only difference was… her choice of outfit. She was wearing pyjamas.

“Hermione, why in Merlin’s name are you dressed like that?” She, once again, gave him no verbal answer and simply smiled. Getting up from his bed, Harry headed absentmindedly to where Hermione was standing. His steps were slow and steady, his brain too occupied with thoughts of how in the world could the soft sunrise light reflect so beautifully on her skin to worry about walking. Her sudden dazzling beauty was enough to incapacitate him momentarily and he lost his foot, landing on the ground next to her and making a complete fool of his miserable self.

He quickly stood, too embarrassed to look at her face. A hand slowly reaching up to touch his cheek, however, gave him enough courage to seek her eyes. What he found there: adoration and the sweetest stare he had ever seen those brown eyes give someone, made him blush profusely; a blush that matched hers.

“Hermione… what are you doing here?” He had found his voice again. It was horse and didn’t sound half as appealing and charming as he was hoping, but he didn’t complain.

She slowly reached for Harry’s left hand and intertwined her fingers with his. Harry’s erratic heartbeat only increased its tempo and behaved more irregularly.

“I thought you could use some company. After everything that happened this past year… I was absolutely bored to tears and I thought we could keep each other company. Why… aren’t you happy to see me?” Her smile fell and her eyes lost the sparkle that gave them life. Harry swiftly placed his right hand under her chin and lifted her chin with his thumb, locking eyes with her and telling her visually what he couldn’t say verbally. It was kind of their thing, it always had been… they could tell each other things with their eyes and expressions sometimes better than they could with words. That’s what made them special. That’s what made them Harry and Hermione.

“No no no, of course I’m happy you’re here. Actually, you can’t believe how happy I am. You coming here is probably the best thing that ever happened to me this entire summer”

Her whole face cheered up at this. Her smile once again took up a permanent position in her mouth. Her eyes once again filled with moist and sparkly life. Her countenance relaxed with a more comfortable position, and he couldn’t help but feel ecstatic that his words had made her so instantaneously happy.

Before he could think about it, his body automatically neared hers, a strong hand in the small of her back and another behind her head adjusting both of their position and at the same time bringing her closer to the inevitable kiss. Every emotion was a hundred times stronger and every second passed by a hundred times slower. They were getting closer and closer until they were so close that Harry could count the eyelashes in her eyes. An excruciating second after, their mouths finally locked into the sweetest kiss either one of them had ever had. It was bliss.

There was no awkwardness there, no noses bumping and no wondering as to which side they had to turn their heads to. After some time of exploring, hands began to wander, and kisses were no longer restrained to one other’s mouth.

Between kisses, Hermione was breathlessly able to speak.

“I love you Harry”

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A sudden, sharp pain in the head caused by the collision of his head with the bedside table made Harry acutely aware that he had been sleeping.

‘It was a dream?’ He didn’t know how to feel. He knew it was bad to be dreaming about Hermione in more than a merely friendly way. It was dangerous. Dreaming about her and thinking about her in a romantic way was something he wasn’t sure he could allow himself to do. It was a hard line to walk, that one separating the just-friends status and the more-than-that status, and that dream had vigorously assaulted the boundaries of propriety. Or at least the boundaries of friendship. Either he finally admitted to himself that he had, indeed, feelings for her or he would have to forget about it completely and absolutely. The first option was perilous; the second was impossible.

His thoughts were interrupted by a soft tapping on the window. Hedwig. He opened the window for her and greeted her with some owl treats.

“Hello, my friend” She dropped the three-letter package she had brought above the table near the open window and flew to her cage.

“Apparently my friendly feelings towards you are not reciprocal…”

Harry untied the letters but decided not to read them. He thought best to give priority t a nice, long shower.
Ten minutes later, a soaked Harry wearing nothing but a towel around his waist emerged form the bathroom. Who he found sitting in his bed, reading one of the few books he had in his possession was none other than the girl of his dreams… literally.

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That's it for chapter 1. I'd love to hear some opinions! Chapter 2 will follow shortly, if you feel like you want to keep on reading.

HBIC Contest

2009-06-11T01:19:01Z

HERMIONE GRANGER is the ultimate HBIC

Go and VOTE!

new here

2009-06-10T02:20:14Z

I'm new so I thought I would introduce myself.
I'm Maggie, 20, and I spend way too much time reading on here. I've been looking around for fic and I write too so I thought I'd join this community. Hope it isn't too soon, but I thought I'd post something. Hopefully I'll do this right.

Title: She Hangs Brightly
Rating: PG
Genre: fluff with a touch of angst
Pairing: h/hr
A/N: future fic slightly AU I own nothing.
Summary: Her first thought was that this is wrong. She should be pulling away--pushing him back--anything but kissing him in return. But she had been waiting on this for years and now that it’s here, in front of her, she can’t bring herself to care at this moment.

Hermione had always had secrets

xharryhermione @ 2009-06-07T17:09:00

2009-06-07T21:11:08Z

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♥ SIGN-UPS for the annual Harry/Hermione Fan Fiction and Fan Art Exchange are now under way! Please join us for some old-fashioned, canon-defiant love! ♥

xharryhermione @ 2009-06-05T16:35:00

2009-06-05T14:35:54Z

[01-32] - New Moon
[33-68] - the Trio (Empire photoshoot)
[69-96] - Terminator: the Sarah Connor Chronicles

Teasers:

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Good Fanfic

2009-06-03T11:43:07Z

Can anyone recommend a REALLY good, decently long h/hr fanfic? I need something juicy to read, and I've practically read everything already.

Thanks!!!

Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince three new TV spots

2009-05-22T13:32:26Z

Very promising Harry/Hermione scene in the first

Manipulations

2009-05-16T20:30:01Z

[44] Harry and Hermione Manipulations
[03] HP Group Manipuations
[04] HP Conceptual Manips
[03] Twilight Manipulations
[01] Twilight Movie Poster

Teaser:

( 愚生缶八九分拝観其れ其夢愚生夢路 )

チッファニチャン

DH Tent Pictures

2009-05-07T06:22:17Z

New pictures of Dan and Emma have surfaced filming the Deathly Hollows Tent scene. Just wanted to post the pictures for people who haven't seen them yet. They are seen conversing or maybe even flirting? Full size images are behind the cut!

Fic: Living In Compatible Harmony, Ch.1 (Harry/Hermione)

2009-05-03T18:04:50Z

Title: Living In Compatible Harmony
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance/Drama/Humor
Pairings: Slight Ron/Hermione, Harry/Hermione
Summary: Ron and Hermione have always bickered...but its getting too much now...Ron cant seem to fit in with Hermione's new lifestyle. Harry however, is much more compatible. What happens when Ron leaves and they're left with each other? Post DH. HPxHG

A/N: So my wish of doing a Harry Potter fic finally seems to be coming true! Im so excited! XD Anyhow, since I started the series (I was in grade 2 I think...) I have been a Harry/Hermione (Harmonie/Harmony) shipper. I ADORE Ron/Hermione and Harry/Ginny but at heart, I'll always love Harmony and so I felt it only fair to dedicate my first fic to them. :) It's set post DH, this chapter is more of a preface which gives you a background of the trio's life after the war. I'm new to this community and I really hope I get some good feedback! :D

( Ron and Hermione had been bickering since they knew each other but recently, their fights were increasing in frequency and that was making things difficult for Harry... )

OoTP Icons

2009-05-03T05:57:47Z

I really wanted to make some H/Hr Icons from Order of the Phoenix. I couldn't help but smile to find almost every scene Emma was in she was always so close to Dan =P

Who else is looking forward to the Locket Scene in DH? and the tent scene AND the Godric's Hollow scene!

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Created with angelamaria's Icon Table Generator @ Bauble

*1:00 am Update* Two extra GIFs

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Harry/Hermione in the Sorcerer's Stone

2009-04-30T19:24:05Z

There are more important things. Friendship and bravery and ¡Oh Harry!

Looking for Epic Harry/Hermione Fics...

2009-04-28T20:33:24Z

Well, when I first got into the HP fanfiction scene (probably around 10 years ago?), I was a Harry/Hermione shipper. Since then, I've branched out (I'm more of a Hermione/Draco shipper, though I even read Harry/Draco and Hermione/Charlie once in a while.). The point is, in every ship, there are the classic fics that every shipper for that ship has read. For example, for Harry/Draco, it's Irresistible Poison by Rhysenn, or for Hermione/Draco, there's We'll Always Have Paris by Melissa D., or Their Room by Aleximoon. These classics tend to be known by anyone who has been a D/H shipper or a D/Hr shipper for a while.They're the stories that are so beautifully written, with character so well developed that you truly believe that there's no way that the story could have happened differently. Now, these clearly aren't the ONLY amazing stories from the ships, but they're some of the best.

However, it's been a while since I've read Harry/Hermione. I've missed them. They were my first pairing and I want to reread them again.

The trouble is, I don't know the classic Harry/Hermione fics. Can anyone point me to some great fics?

Thanks again!

Fic search

2009-04-27T22:14:39Z

Hi everyone! First time poster and in search of an old fanfiction! I read it a long time ago, but it was the typical 'Harry picks Draco over Ron' scenario. It took place during Goblet of Fire and Harry and Draco are best friends. Harry torments Hermione but they begin to like each other. Draco also likes a girl named Alex (I think) who may be Harry's sister, but I can't remember. Thanks in advance!

xharryhermione @ 2009-04-23T11:36:00

2009-04-23T15:37:07Z

[05] Harry/Hermione Wallpapers

More here...

NEW HHR GRAPHICS

2009-04-17T21:54:34Z

Here are some graphics I made of hhr from the new HBP Trailer and Posters enjoy:

NEW HBP TRAILER

2009-04-17T03:43:30Z

Here the new HBP Trailer...Yes it does show scenes of r/hr and h/g but there is also like 3 scenes of Harry/Hermione I think:
video.msn.com/req.aspx

Why We Said Goodbye - Chapter 1

2009-04-14T21:33:51Z

Greetings, all! I'm new to posting here, but simply cannot fathom how JK passed on this beautiful couple. My only solace is that we get to pick up the actuality of it after the debacle of the epilogue. With that said, here's my first attempt. BE WARNED, there is angst. Gotta get past that set up with we left with.

Title: Why We Said Goodbye
Author: granger_danger
Rating: PG13 for some mentionings
Note: I own nothing here, JK does. The idea is mine alone, however. Making no money from it, either, sadly.
Pairings: Mention of R/Hr and H/G. Mention of Hr/H and much more powerful.

I suppose if I had to say that my life was perfect, I wouldn’t be able to do it.

Don’t get me wrong. My life isn’t horrible.

I am loved with indefinite adoration. My friends are jubilant. They are paired off into happy, expected pairs and living their lives with regularity. We see each other on habitual occasions. I have a thrilling and satisfying job and I am engaged to be married to a good man that was one of my best friends for so long during my childhood. I imagine that we’ll soon start a family, have get-togethers with our in-laws and other friends and have increasingly happy holidays together.

I understand the logic of that. I see it with perfect clarity.

Yet, as I sit in our small and modest flat in upper London, I can’t help but think of what I have sacrificed to be here.

Please don’t think me ungrateful or longing for a life that I can’t have.

I am complacent with my lot in life. It isn’t perfect, but then again, what is? After all we’ve been through, who am I to demand more? Who am I to wish more than I have?

I realize that I have been given too many chances in life to complain about that which I have been given. What kind of ungrateful person would I be if I couldn’t see the wonderful man that is beside me and be thankful that one of my greatest friends is the one I will get to spend the rest of my life with? He understands me as well as he can; he listens to me. He stands beside me.

Most people wish for that all of their lives and never begin to find it. I know that.

Yet, here I am staring at this crumbled picture in my hand and wondering what would have been.

What a hopeless lot I am.

Please don’t get me wrong. I can’t express how much I adore my fiancé. He is a gentle man with a sense of humor that is quite contagious when you honestly take the time to get used to it.

Yet, he smiles at me like I’m his life’s ambition; as if I’m the only thing in his life that he’s entirely proud of.

The one thing that he’s gotten right.

The one thing with which he’s come out on top.

I can’t describe the pressure that comes with that.

I wouldn’t hurt him for the world. He is a wonderful man. He holds me at night with such tenderness and he’s been there through this entire ordeal with my family with clarity and a silent resolve that makes me respect his maturity in a way that I hadn’t recognized before.

He’s grown into such a good man.

So, please tell me why no matter how much I try, I can’t escape from the thought that I will never place him above second best?

I know how horrible that sounds. Don’t think I don’t.

I can’t help it.

I would never tell him. I would never let on like his was a love that I wanted below another’s, and yet I can’t help but wonder what his arms around me at night would feel like or how it would be to be carrying his child. What cooking dinners with him would consist of or how it would feel to be merely reading together again. I can’t help wondering how I would feel to wake before he does in the morning and watch him sleeping peacefully now, as I hope he does.

It stabs my soul to remember waking before him in the early light of so many of our past occasions. In that blasted tent on so many nights, I remember not sleeping at all. I remember those nights sitting outside on guard, listening for any sign of approaching danger as hard as I was listening for the sounds of his fitful sleep. He was wracked with nightmares then, and it was I alone that was there to comfort him. Even now, I remember waking him, but more often I remember merely holding his hand or brushing the hair from his eyes as I whispered some words of comfort. For the most part, he never realized how he had turned and thrashed, crying out in his slumber to my silent tears.

Does he sleep peacefully now? Are his nightmares a thing of the past?

I don’t know.

I haven’t held his confidence in years.

I suppose it isn’t for lack of wanting on his part. I see the way he looks at me sometimes as though he wants nothing more than to talk to me the way we used to. Perhaps I’m merely kidding myself with that thought. It isn’t as if we don’t talk. We still speak, of course.

How would it look if Hermione Granger and Harry Potter suddenly dismissed each other’s companies? I would imagine the questions alone would be damaging enough to our families, and I for one do not wish to relive the past in that way.

So, yes, we still speak.

Appearances dictate that necessity.

You will never know how hard it is for me to express the necessity that we talk. But, I can’t begin to express to you how hard it is to talk to him. To see him and stand near him, watch as she holds his hand and have a genuine smile on my face as I hold the hand of my fiancé.

What’s wrong with me?

I know that it isn’t the same. I am no longer his confidant. He is no longer the most important outward thing in my life.

I can’t let it be.

It’s too hard.

But inside where no one can see, he is still my entire world. How could I merely be expected to change that?

For my entire childhood I stood by him. I lived his pain for 7 years. I was his only constant. Everyone else discarded him, called him names and chided his immaturity. I stood unvarying and yet no matter what he said, I can’t help but realize that he was never willing to admit that. It was almost as if I wasn’t good enough to be his only strength.

It hurts me more than anything I have ever experienced to say that his dismissal of my affection was the last breaking point of my resolve.

And I have experienced a lot.

I guess I always assumed that when he saw that I was the only one who never doubted, the only one who never questioned him, that’d he’d understand how much I loved him and realization of his long unrecognized love for me would surface unquestioningly.

I’ve always wanted to believe he did see it.

Once.

Perhaps I’m still kidding myself after all these years, and yet the thought that I’m dismissing his feelings for even a moment makes me feel as if I’m dismissing his affection for me entirely. That makes me feel like a bigger prat.

It’s a very difficult place to land oneself, but a place that I have survived in for years.

I can’t let myself think it.

I can’t let myself feel the desperate plea of what if anymore.

We had our time together.

He had the opportunity to stand by me like I had always done for him. I never left him. Even when Ron had deserted us and my heart was broken, I stood by him. Perhaps my unrequited loyalty and love was a thing of naïveté, but anything else was utterly absurd. How could I leave him?

And it was there one night in that tent fighting for our lives, that he acknowledged it. The one and only time.

My sacrifice.

My devotion.

My love.

I had seen him in every situation possible. I had seen his vulnerable side that no one else acknowledged. I alone had pulled him from despair, discarding my own life and feelings time and again to make sure he was cared for.

For whom else would?

He wasn’t the Chosen One with me. He was merely a frightened boy whose life wasn’t his own. I would have given anything to him.

And I did.

He was my best friend.

My life.

When he came to me in the tent one night with tears in his eyes, speaking of his fear of dying and talking late into the night about what it meant to hold everything inside himself that no one had ever known, there wasn’t anything else to be done.

I know that now.

It doesn’t seem anything but justifiable. I guess it’s easier, more logical to place it in that regard.

He was afraid that he was going to die.

He needed love.

And there I was, like always.

I remember the look on his face as he told me he was terrified to go on. I remember wrapping my arms around him, telling him I would never leave him. I remember with such clarity how his tears felt upon my face after I told him how I loved him.

I remember the declarations of loyalty and I remember how it felt to look into his eyes as we gave ourselves to each other for the first and for all we knew, only time.

Ron returned two days later, and he came clean the morning after that.

There is part of me that even after all this time, after he told me what had transpired between them beside that pool when I stared at him with such a breaking in my soul that I can’t adequately describe it, that wants to believe he did it for the good of his friendship with Ron.

There is a larger part of me that tapped my surrender there because the logical person inside me who pounds on my brain and demands to thrust the truth in front of me asked, “Why wasn’t I good enough to tell Ron that he was right? Why was I never enough to be all he needed?”

I suppose something shut off in me, as I realized in the cold misty morning along the banks of the hiding place that I had wracked my mind to find for us that things weren’t ever going to change. He wasn’t going to give me anything that I wanted because he didn’t have it to give. I wasn’t his future because in his mind, he didn’t have one. Even that felt like an enabling thought.

It was as if his desperation in the moment explained his actions; as if I, the one person who had always understood his actions in the past would surely understand this one.

I couldn’t.

“I’m sorry, Hermione.”

I remember that uttering with the entire fiber of my being. I have never felt more helpless at an expression in my life.

I remember turning towards him once, twice, unable to utter a single syllable… and I remember walking away.

Suddenly, I was different; reserved around him with a wall in place that seemed utterly absurd for what had transpired between us. I never told him how much that simple lack of acknowledgement for what we shared changed my world view.

Of course, I would still never leave him. There was work to be done. There were sacrifices being made on a daily basis by thousands of people. Unspeakable horrors occurring and here he was, after all I had given him, after everything I had shown him – acting as if nothing had changed.

I suppose I knew that I had to stop. I had to end this self deprecating attack on my heart. For after everything that I had sacrificed, I would never fully scale that wall he protected himself with.

We carried on without acknowledgment of our night of clumsy and ill conceived passion. I turned to Ron more and more. He, at least was expressing some reaction, some loyalty towards me.

I realize how that makes me sound: as though I was merely looking for someone to pay me mind. I wasn’t. I loved Ron in my own way. He has always had a wonderful heart, and I knew he cared for me. I take no pride in admitting that even after all of that pain and inner turmoil, even after laying awake at night and wracking my brain for some sort of intelligent understanding of what I was going through, it took seeing Harry’s sullen thoughts of Ginny for me to tilt in the end. In the Room of Requirement, as he searched the crowds and Ron spoke out of character in regard for those defenseless elves that I realized who truly saw me.

He would be enough for me.

He loved me and even though he didn’t quite understand everything I stood for, he was at least trying. He exerted some effort towards my behalf. It seems possibly foolish now, but in that split moment before I thought about what path it would push me towards, I made up my mind.

I kissed him.

It wasn’t with the same intensity that I had experienced in the tent previously, and somehow I felt an emptiness in my soul with the action, but the gratifying feeling of his arms around me, his need for me, made it ok.

When it was Harry that stopped it, the look on his face was unreadable to me. It was a first and yet only the first of many times now that I have seen it. I suppose it was a dawning of relief for him. In my own way, I suppose I never looked back.

The war raged on, lives were lost and yet somehow, we survived. Voldemort was subsequently destroyed, and life could begin to return to a semblance of normality again. We grieved for the fallen, our friends and family. I longed to lie in my mother’s arms and hear my father’s calming voice, but I knew that journey was yet to come.

Through it all, we somehow managed to pull through together, and yet the dynamic of our friendship had changed. I am not sure to this day if it was the battle, the loss of a part of himself with Voldemort or merely a form of survivor’s guilt, but Harry was never quite the same with me. Our friendship changed. It wasn’t all his doing; I assure you that I played my part. I was happy for him certainly and my heart wanted nothing more than to hold him when I realized he was merely alive at odd and insignificant occasions after the war, but my place was different now and he seemed complacent with that. He began to distance himself and that more than anything else, angered me.

Now that his suffering was finally over, it was as if his need for the brainy sidekick with the hopeless devotion was not significant enough to warrant a tenth of the relationship we once had. So, I suppose free to be normal in all respects, how could I expect him to do anything else? He returned to Ginny for a life of expected ease and normality.

I can remember the carefree energy in the air at dinner one night as Ginny haphazardly blurted out that Harry had proposed to her and she had accepted. It was such a flippant remark on the fringe of conversation as she reached for the potatoes.

It was almost as if it wasn’t the most devastatingly important announcement anyone has ever uttered. No one noticed my breathing halt, my weak smile only after my shocked mouth agape initial reaction. I remember the table erupting into cheers and well wishes, and I remember my heart breaking as I glanced at him.

Only to find that he was staring straight at me.

A strange feeling melded in my chest at the look in his eyes. My breathing quickened and I could feel the beginning of tears prickling at the back of my eyes. Why couldn’t I just let this go? It wasn’t until Ron’s deep laughter rumbled beside me and he lightheartedly stated a lack of originality in a house of so many siblings, that I began to get a sense of control. It was Mrs. Weasley’s gasp of delight that made me turn to him and notice the ring he held in his palm facing me. It was almost as if a collective gasp rose from the room as my eyes sought his.

I expect everyone assumed my tears were of happiness as I said yes to him. The evening turned into one of massive celebration.

Everyone was ecstatic, except me and the one who should have been the most: Harry.

Another symptom of his guilt, I’m sure. I knew what was going on with him. I saw it in his eyes when we dared to talk. He was retreating into himself again, but I wasn’t going to be there for him this time. I couldn’t. I had my own life to think of now and certainly he had Ginny to look after him. She who would carry his child, she who was to be his wife.

She who was to soothe his nightmares at night.

I found myself stumbling into an upstairs room later in the evening, hoping for a moment alone, only to find him sitting quietly by the window. Desperate and uncertain, I began to excuse myself but something in the way he looked at me as he turned stopped me in my tracks. There was a moment of silence between us then in which I was sure that he wanted to speak. I was positive that I could see something in his face that was long ago left unspoken.

I almost asked him.

I actually opened my mouth to stupidly and dangerously ask if he was happy. I don’t know why.

Yet, I found I was unable to resolve myself to a desire to know the answer. Instead, we stared at each other in the shards of moonlight that was filtering through the window and said nothing. There was a soft pulsing of music coming from the back yard, but the silence in that room was physically palpable.

When I felt as though I was about to burst, felt as though if he merely said the tiniest thing or gave the smallest inclination that he felt something that I would chuck it and wrap my arms around him, he did.

He stood slowly and moved towards me with a look of saddened determination, placed one hand on my shoulder with a gentle squeeze that was characteristically him, smiled and walked out the door.

I remember things that no other human being cares admit. Yet, the thing I remember with the most devastating clarity of my life was the look on his face as he walked out the door that night.

Things have never been the same.

Ever.

I have been called the brightest witch of my age and yet it’s as if I, the epitome of logical determination, don’t know who I am without him.

All I know is that I should.

Harry/Hermione Goodness

2009-04-13T00:35:54Z

Title: If You Wanted Honesty
Author: </a>raavequeen
Pairing: Harry/Hermione
Word Count: 3,656
Rating: M overall
Notes/Summary: The first chapter. More to come. Based on a prompt set from 7spells. Prompt one: Newspaper.

My first post in this community, so check it out and review :D

raavequeen.livejournal.com/651.html

Newcomer bearing fics :)

2009-04-11T03:38:56Z

Hey all! I am a serial lurker on El Jay and decided that I really should stop doing that and up and post something!!! Now, be warned this trilogy was written when I was 14, I am now 18 and would dearly like to re-write some of the ridiculous cliches used, however I now couldn't be stuffed... so go ahead and have a read and say what you want, its a free country (at least where I live)

The Amore Trilogy:
T Rating (Mainly for charactor death, there isn't anyhting overly harsh etc)

Part One: I Will Always Love You
A romance about Harry and Hermione finding love... but Voldemort is approaching Hogwarts and Harry doesn't want those he cares most about hurt or dead because of him, therefore he shall face the threat alone...

Part Two: My Hermione
Harry goes to tell Hermione of his life, his triumphs and shortcomings... he shall join her at last

Part Three: Could I Have this Dance?
Harry and Hermione, together at last for all enternity. A spiritual conclusion to the Amore Trilogy

Harry Potter video

2009-01-24T02:37:22Z

It focuses mostly in Harry and Hermione

You have 2 options to see it:

YouTube [The song has been changed a bit because of the copyrights]

Vimeo [The original song, not such a good quality]

Harry Potter - Could I Be You? from RoxCullen on Vimeo.

Please, comment! :D