And it was love...

Wed, 16 Jul 2008 05:26:08 GMT

Do you see...?

Do you see?!

Quotes Icons

Tue, 15 Jul 2008 13:27:42 GMT

Hey folk!
I've tried to do something different,a bacth with only quotes,in particular are ship's quote :D
This is the order:
1. Harry&Hermione
2. Brian&Justin
3. Nate&Blair
4. Derek&Meredith
5. Jack&Kate
6. Lucas&Peyton
7. Nathan&Haley
8. Micheal&Sara
9. Ryan&Marissa
10. Dan&serena

Later I'll update another bacth with Gossip Girl random icons ;)

Teaser:

1. 2. 3.

they're here... @ ale_la_pazza1

RULES:
- Comments are ♥
- You must comment and credit if take and/or use them.
- Textless icons are not bases,don't alterate them!
- Friend ale_la_pazza1 for updates
- If have a request for an icon,go here...</lj>

HP Betas Wanted

Tue, 08 Jul 2008 00:32:13 GMT

Hello, I need HP betas. So if you're a beta or know an awesome beta, please reply to this entry.

Thank you!

-Megan

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

Fri, 04 Jul 2008 11:55:59 GMT

[01-06] - Harry/Hermione
[07-16] - Albus Dumbledore
[17-26] - Ron Weasley
[27-33] - Hermione Granger
[34-46] - Draco Malfoy
[47-54] - Harry/Ginny

Teasers:

here @ misscla

♥ comments are love
♥ credit misscla if you take ( how to do )
♥ feel free to friend me
♥ textless icons are not bases
♥ please, do not hotlink

The Solace of a Chocolate-Eyed Beauty (One-Shot)

Thu, 03 Jul 2008 01:55:32 GMT

Hey...I'm new to this community thing, so I thought I'd post a little one-shot I wrote in about an hour. Please be nice...it's my first! R&R!

Title: The Solace of a Chocolate-Eyed Beauty (One-Shot)
Author: bellajoelle / BellaJoelle
Rating: PG-13, to be safe.
Pairings: Harry Potter/Hermione Granger, H/Hr
Word Count: 585 words
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter or any other characters. I'm saving up the money though, so soon! *wink, wink*
Summary: He looked down at the metal object in his hand and wanted to smile. He didn’t though; instead, he sighed and tried to remember past the cool indifference his mind now ran by, and he tried to recall when he knew that he was going to commit the ultimate act of cowardice...

A long time ago, he had thought that there was something to live for. His friends, his girlfriend, to save lives, and to stay alive. He had thought that because of these reasons, there would be an incentive to carry on, to not go crazy, to keep his heart beating.

He looked down at the metal object in his hand and wanted to smile. He didn’t though; instead, he sighed and tried to remember past the cool indifference his mind now ran by, and he tried to recall when he knew that he was going to commit the ultimate act of cowardice.

He remembered when he had first questioned his ‘foolproof’ logic that he lived by. His friends would go, his girlfriend would find someone new, someone unscarred. People would never stop dying, but sure, he could extend that inevitable end of people’s lives. And staying alive was not even a top priority. He lived for the very things he questioned.

He looked around, feeling numb. Nothing seemed to penetrate the glare of the lights in the spacious room, and there was no noise other than the neverending stream of questions and the ruffle of paper. Nothing could escape the stare of a thousand eyes that were baring down on the wooden table and on the black haired man who had a gun hidden under the table.

And he was a man; a man with prospects and a man with everything at his disposal; a man who was still learning to become a man. He was a man being looked at with hope, love, admiration... everything a hero was.

For he was a hero, and yet he was afraid. He was afraid of that purpose, that glance, that hope that had left him a long time ago.

He caressed the cool steel in his right hand. This was a gun of choice, his method of ejaculating his life in the void of time. He just had to lift the gun from its haven of blackness, put it to the smooth white skin of his temple, and pull the trigger.

It would be so easy. No lying to his beloved friends and the woman he had once wanted to marry. Just here, in the illuminating camera flashes and the bright lights in the huge room. Everyone would see him take his life with a brute, hardcore weapon. A weapon that criminals used, and police officers, and hunters, and even the poor teen-agers who committed suicide, quite like he was planning.

He looked at all the faces, all above eighteen, and tried to understand and realise what they wanted to live for. Why did these people want to live in a place where nothing got better and everything got worse? Why did they smile so? Why did they look at his pale face with so much hope and determination? All he did was save some lives! Just a couple of hopeless, dreamless, mortal lives!

He closed his eyes. A tear leaked out of a crystal eye and creeped down his face. The questions seemed to die off as the numbness in his brain gave him the courage, the last bit of gut to know that it was time.

It was time to die.

It was time to be free.

He lifted the gun, opened his eyes, and heard the gasp.

Harry Potter pulled the trigger.

His last thought was the first and only kiss he had shared with the chocolate-eyed beauty, his only solace, his dead Hermione.

New Manipulations

Tue, 01 Jul 2008 15:57:42 GMT

New Manipulations

[02] Harry Potter (Harry/Hermione)

here

Anguis: Chapter Two

Sat, 28 Jun 2008 16:23:33 GMT

Title: Anguis: Chapter Two
Summary: It's a tale of sex, crime, conspiracy and violence. No longer the Wizarding World's Golden Boy, Harry Potter is a disillusioned auror, unable to keep a partner and hiding a dark past. When a serial killer begins preying on London citizens and leaving a trail of macabre clues in their wake, Harry finds himself drawn into a web of deceit and betrayal that will force him to confront his secret past... or risk losing everything that he holds dear. Pairing: H/OFC, Eventual H/Hr, Past Hr/R, H/G
Word Count: 11106
Spoilers: None
Rating: R
Authors Notes: Chapter Two is up! More about present day Harry, and his issues, and the first glimpse into his murky past... Please Review!

Sat, 28 Jun 2008 14:15:25 GMT

(33) Sarah Michelle Gellar (includes some from "Veronika decides to die")
(15) Bring it on movie (Eliza Dusku & Kirsten Dunst, a couple of Clare kramer)
(13) Emma Watson (with a couple from HP)
(94) Devil wears prada (emily blunt,anne hathaway, maryl streep)

Preview:

( more 119 on this way... )

HARMONY ONESHOT???

Fri, 06 Jun 2008 02:19:09 GMT

Title: cigarettes

Pairing: Harry/Hermione (sort of)

Disclaimer: I don’t own harry potter

summary: harry and hermione smoking in the snow???? it's my first so... give it a go!!!

find it HERE

Anguis - Chapter One

Thu, 05 Jun 2008 00:15:22 GMT

Anguis: Chapter One now up:)

Please read and review!

Anguis Prologue

Sun, 01 Jun 2008 10:02:18 GMT

Hey guys, I'm new here, and I've just posted my fanfic prologue if anyone would like to take a look :) Please do!

Anguis.
It's a tale of sex, crime, conspiracy and violence. No longer the Wizarding World's Golden Boy, Harry Potter is a disillusioned auror, unable to keep a partner and hiding a dark past. When a serial killer begins preying on London citizens and leaving a trail of macabre clues in their wake, Harry finds himself drawn into a web of deceit and betrayal that will force him to confront his secret past... or risk losing everything that he holds dear. Pairing: H/OFC, H/Hr, Past Hr/R, Past H/G

If is going to be a long hard fic guys, I'd love you to come along with me for the ride!

Click me!

fanfic post// rain over heart.

Fri, 30 May 2008 04:09:54 GMT

.rain over heart. 1532 words. pg-13. Harry Potter. Harry&Hermione. author// schnooglesquee. there was something about the rain that day. Maybe she was just too emotionally distressed to care.

here @ thespokenaffair.

Mon, 26 May 2008 01:21:16 GMT

Hey guys. I'm pretty new here & I have a request. [I'm willing to write a fic for someone else too, in exchange]
I'm looking for like a Harry-Hermione friendship fic. I love them as a couple, but I'm not particularly looking for that. It doesn't have to be long, a one-shot is perfectly fine :)
If you're interested, just leave a comment or message me. Doesn't really matter :)

Arizona

Sun, 25 May 2008 03:41:29 GMT

Title: Arizona
Author: megans_writing
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing(s): Harry/Hermione
Rating: PG
Notes: Thank you coonassblondie for being a wonderful beta. Written for mission_insane and 10_whores.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Summary: Harry and Hermione are lost on an Arizona highway when nature calls.

(fake cut to fic)

HP5 BASES!

Fri, 02 May 2008 04:01:38 GMT

Movie: Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix (5)
Characters: all (focused on H/Hr, but everyone is in there)
1,516 bases @ dont_be_so_base

PREVIEW:

I've been thinking about something Dumbledore said to me. --- What's that? -- That even though we've got a fight ahead of us, we've got one thing that Voldemort doesn't have. -- Yeah? --- Something worth fighting for.

Harry Hermione Cho Don't Explain Music video

Tue, 15 Apr 2008 15:27:38 GMT

Hi, it's my first time posting here, and I've maded a music video I've wanted to share with you all.
The Artist is Cat Power Song Don't Explain.

Harry/Hermione: "Fifty Times Harry & Hermione Can't Deny It" (2/5)

Fri, 11 Apr 2008 05:27:36 GMT

So sorry for the wait. :)

Title: Fifty Times Harry and Hermione Can't Deny It
Rating: PG
Word Count: 3,214
Pairings: Harry/Hermione, with implied Ron/Hermione & Harry/Ginny
Status: In Progress (2/5)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Genre(s): Romance/Drama/Angst
Spoilers: all books, up to DH
Summary: AU. A look through Harry's and Hermione's eyes in terms of what could have been, little moments that mean much more than they perceive.
A/N: Some of these drabbles put Ron and Ginny in a bad light, so you've been warned. Only the true Harry/Hermione shipper will enjoy this to the full extent. Three more parts will come after this.

HERE

Shipper Music Video Challenge Community --- Challenge 5

Thu, 27 Mar 2008 00:26:30 GMT

Hello there! I have a new challenge up at my shipper music video challenge community and I would love for you guys to come and check it out. Challenge 5 is using three songs, "Sex Type Thing" by Stone Temple Pilots, "Falling Down" by Duran Duran and "Outta My Head (Ay Ya Ya)" by Ashlee Simpson, and is open to any and every shipper couple. :D Hope to see you there!

Challenge 5 is located here at</a></font></b></a>heartsgowander.

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Nikayla

um hellonervous chuckle

Mon, 24 Mar 2008 23:33:21 GMT

Hi my name is Jennifer and I"m new to the whole community thing. But I love Harry and Hermione together I'm an avid harmony shipper and they are my OTP. I'm 24 and I don't have any fic recs but I bring an offering of a harry/hermione video. my first one. Please be gentle....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0HZ4iUXsMbw

Harry Potter and the Cursed Underwear, Chapter Five

Thu, 20 Mar 2008 09:10:13 GMT

Disclaimer: not mine otherwise we would have had HHr as canon.

Author: HarryHermione85 (Harry85 on Portkey.org)

Rating: R/NC17

A/N: Ron won't be likable here, I usually like him, but I had this plot bunny in my head and I simply had tow rite it, lol. Also, there's mind control here, some would label it rape. I'm not sure about that, but please remember my warning when you read ok? Thanks, and let me know what you think. I'll slowly post all of my fics here, there is quite a bit of them...

Summary: Harry Potter wants to surprise his girlfriend Hermione on her 21st birthday with his proposal. But what if it's him who gets surprised, and not pleasanlty? Will he find the strenght to search for a possibly hidden truth?

Harry Potter and The Cursed Underwear

Chapter Five: Marry Me?

He landed moments later in his living room. Hermione was still curled up in a ball in front of the fire.

He discarded his cloak and went to her, hugging her close.

“I missed you” he whispered into her hear, and she started sobbing.

“I can’t believe he would do something like that!” she said through her sobs. “We are his best friends and he hurt you so much and played me like a worthless doll”

Harry wanted to kill Ron for putting her through this, but instead he rubbed circles on her back, soothingly.

“It’s ok, Mione. You’re safe now, and I will do my best to avoid something like this happening again” he said, kissing the top of her head, and she looked up at him with teary eyes and a weak smile.

“I know you will” she said, before claiming his lips in a gentle kiss. “I love you so much Harry, and these weeks…I was aware of what I was doing and I wanted to stop it, but I couldn’t, it was like something or someone had taken control of me, and I couldn’t do anything!”

“Ssh, sweetheart, come here” he said, pulling her close again. “It’s over now, and you don’t have to think about it anymore, if you don’t want to. You’ll just have to decide if you want to press charges or not, but we can take that decision tomorrow. For now, I want to pick up where we left” he said with a mischievous grin, kissing her again, this time more heatedly, and she laced her arms around his neck, kissing him with all of her soul, like her own life depended on it.

His hands caressed her sides, and he pulled her on his lap, his green eyes dark with desire. She was now running her hands under his shirt, over his muscled torso, and grazing his nipples with her hands.

He was sure she could feel his physical reaction against her thigh, but before he could let things escalate further, there was something he wanted to do. It had waited even too long, since that fateful night of her birthday, three months earlier.

He gently pushed her on the couch, then he swiftly removed a small box from his pocket, and got on one knee.

“I know it may be early after everything going on lately but I had planned to do it on your birthday, before everything went haywire” he started, nervously looking up at her. “Hermione Jane Granger, will you marry me?”

She was amazed at the beautiful ring he had picked, it was a white gold band with their birthstones in the middle, a ruby and a sapphire. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she flung herself at him.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! I’ll marry you, Harry!” she cried, before kissing him with raw passion, and he was more than eager to kiss her back. He stopped only to place the ring on her finger.

“Beautiful” he whispered then, in awe at the sight of the ring on her delicate hand. “But nothing compared to you” he said then, looking up at her, green eyes meeting brown ones.

She rolled her eyes playfully at his cheesiness, and he gave her the boyish grin that always made her legs turn to jelly.

“Make love to me tonight, Harry” she said before grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and slamming her lips on his own.

He picked her up, his hands on her bum, and carried her to the bedroom without ever breaking contact with her lips. He kicked the door closed once they got there, and lay her on the bed. Then, he started kissing her neck, finding the sensitive spot that always made her moan loudly when he kissed it, his hands busy with the buttons of her shirt. He finally pushed it off her shoulders and slid it down her arms, it was not the first time he saw her in only her bra, but the sight always stunned him into being unable to speak.

“Like what you see?” she coyly said, before unzipping her trousers. She then gently pushed him off of her, and stood up. Wriggling her hips for his benefit, she slowly, tantalizingly so, slid them down her legs, bending down, her bum facing him, as she finally pulled them off.

It was all Harry could do not to come right there, still in his pants.

She then looked back and winked at him as she unclasped her bra and let the straps fall down her shoulders, before she threw it away into a corner of the room. Harry gulped, she was giving him a striptease, and she was doing it perfectly! Well, that didn’t surprise him, she was always at the top whatever she did, he thought with a fond smile, wiped out by his hungry stare when she hooked her fingers on the waistband of her panties and started pulling them down, torturing him with the low speed she was doing so.

When she finally stepped out of them, after bending again and giving him a full view of her crotch, he growled with desire.

“I think you’re way overdressed, Mr. Potter” she winked at him, finally turning and facing him in her full naked glory. The tent in his pants was clear indication he had liked the show, and she giggled noticing it.

“Couldn’t have that, could we?” he huskily retorted, grinning at her as he grabbed her by her waist and pulled her on top of him, making her squeal in the process.

She then proceeded to unbutton his shirt, while straddling him, and then pushing it down his shoulders.

Hermione then caressed his chest, and kissed his nipples eliciting a long growl from him.

“Hermione…not going to last if you keep it up…” he mumbled through gritted teeth. She smiled impishly at him, still amazed that she was the one who had this effect on him.

The thought sent a thrill down her body, and heat pooled between her legs.

However, she decided to have mercy of him, and crawled down his body, settling between his legs. She then proceeded to unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers, sliding them down his legs, all the while planting wet kisses as she travelled downwards. She then moved up again, and finally freed his raging erection from its fabric prison, pulling down his boxers.

One hand wrapped itself around his shaft, and he groaned.

She smiled sexily at him, before lowering her head, and kissing the tip, sending shivers down his spine. Then, she licked its head slowly, torturing him, and Harry thought that if he was to die at that moment, at least he would die happy.

But she was not done, and so she took him in her mouth, looking up at him as she bobbed her head back and forth, his erection hitting the back of her throat.

Harry gritted his teeth again as he felt his release nearing, but Hermione was experienced enough to keep him getting close, and never truly making him come.

It was frustrating, to say the least, but a really good kind of frustrating, Harry thought, as he gently pushed her head away from his crotch.

“Playtime is going to end soon if you keep that up. My turn now” he huskily said, pushing her on her back.

He claimed her lips in a searing kiss, pouring all his love for her in it, while his hands automatically found her breasts, fondling her hardened nipples, kneading, rolling them under his thumb, and making her writhe and moan under him.

But Harry was far from finished, and from her lips his own travelled down her neck, then between the valley of her breasts, and finally he took her left nipple in his mouth, sucking, flicking his tongue over it, grazing it with his teeth.

As he did that, Hermione moaned loudly, arching her back to push her mounds more into his mouth and hand. Soon later he switched nipples. It wouldn’t do that one of those might feel less loved, right?

His right hand moved downwards, caressing her thighs with feather-like touch that gave her goose bumps, before finally finding her curls, and soon later her centre.

As he kissed his way down through her breasts, her belly, flicking his tongue in her navel and tickling her, his fingers found the telltale dampness in her folds, parting her lower lips and sliding one, then two fingers inside, Hermione’s muscles clenching then tight.

Harry found then her clit, and ran his thumb over it. A jolt of electricity passed through Hermione every time he did, bring her closer and closer to her release.

Finally, she shuddered, crying out his name into the night, as wave after wave of pleasure hit her. He kissed her hungrily, and she battled his tongue fiercely with her own, one hand tangled in his black unruly hair, the other pulling him even closer, as if she wanted him to melt into her.

When their lips parted, Harry could see arousal in her now dark brown eyes.

“Fuck me, Harry” she commanded, and he gave her a mock salute before guiding his shaft to the entrance. He waved his hand and her belly glowed pink, and at that moment she felt her love for him increase tenfold, he had remembered to cast the protective charm when she herself had forgotten!

In one swift motion, he was buried inside her to the hilt, the walls of her gripping him viciously, like they never wanted to let go.

He started moving, slowly at first, then their movements became more and more frantic, and he turned them so that she was on top now. She started riding him wildly, her hair cascading around their faces as their lips met once more.

Finally, Harry felt his release hitting, and he thrust into her twice more before spilling himself into the woman he loved more than anything on the world.

“Harryyyy!” Hermione cried out, Harry’s release inside her guiding the brunette to another mind-shattering orgasm.

As they slowly regained their breath, Harry, still buried deep into her, pulled her close, kissing the top of her head.

She snuggled happily against him, her arms wrapped around him and her head tucked against his neck, their legs entwined. He waved his hand again and the sheets covered them, keeping them warm.

She started doodling on his muscular chest with his fingers, and he had to smile at the sight.

“Hermione Jane Potter” he whispered. “Sounds good”

“It does” she agreed, looking up at him with an huge grin plastered on her lips. She still couldn’t believe it, even with everything that had been going on, he wanted to marry her! Her dream was coming true, something not even in her wildest imagination she had allowed herself to think about.

She was going to be Mrs. Potter.

“Oh Merlin” she whispered, and he looked down at her. “What’s wrong, luv?”

“Nothing, Harry” she smiled. “It’s just that it just hit me, I’m really going to be Mrs. Potter” she said, hugging him even tighter.

“That you do” he confirmed, kissing her forehead.

As sleep started to take them, he had just one question, that he thought might be embarrassing but he just had to know.

“So, you and Ron…uhm…I mean…how…you know, did you…like…” he stammered.

She giggled. “You mean, if I liked it?” she asked, confirming that it was what he wanted to know. He nodded, blushing.

She grinned mischievously, and whispered into his ear, “Let’s say dear ol’ Ron would need a couple of Engorgio to be even remotely as satisfying as you”

Harry chuckled, and finally surrendered to sleep, his soon-to-be-wife following suit just moments later.

Harry Potter and the Cursed Underwear, Chapter Four

Thu, 20 Mar 2008 09:08:48 GMT

Harry Potter and The Cursed Underwear

Chapter Four: Truth Revealed

For two other weeks Harry had to endure Hermione being under the charm, thus not speaking with him at all, and still living at Ron’s place. But finally the potion was ready, and now he just needed to find a way to make her drink it.

He reviewed his options. Breaking in again was not possible, Ron had not left since the little trip to Russia and Harry shuddered at the thought that Ginny wanted to do the same thing to him. Somehow, he needed to thwart that plan too, but later. Now the main focus was on Hermione.

Another possibility was to spike her drink at the upcoming Ministry Christmas Ball. But there was too many people there, someone might spot him and who knows what they would think he was doing. Although, the prospect of having Hermione publicly humiliate Ron at the Ball when the charm effects would end was alluring, Harry had to admit.

There was Christmas Dinner at the Burrow, but again, it was crowded. However, it might be easier than at the official Ball.

Yes, Christmas Dinner was the perfect occasion. He just had to wait another week, that was the only fault of the plan.

Harry also thought that he could take advantage of the crowd to find the boxers Ginny planned to give him and burn them before she could do it. Smiling to himself, he cast a protective charm on the cauldron with the potion, and headed to the Ministry to take back his place in the Auror Department.

As fate wanted it, he stepped in the same lift where Hermione was.

“Hi” he said, feigning indifference.

“Hi” she replied. He could see she wanted to say more, but she restrained herself. He made a good job of ignoring her, till the lift stopped to the floor where he needed to go.

“I’ll see you around” he casually said without even looking at her. Even if he knew the remedy was ready, it was still painful to look at her, as he would remember her words when she left his flat.

He could spot her biting her lip, then she finally moved to catch up with him, even if her floor was not that one.

“Harry, wait!” she called, and he sighed, stopping. He turned and faced her.

“Well?” he said, after she didn’t say a word for a minute or so.

“I’m sorry, Harry. I know you have supposedly been ill, or so it was rumoured, but I know the truth, and I’m sorry I hurt you so much” she said, and he could see in her eyes that she was telling the truth.

He also knew it wasn’t really her fault, so he smiled at her and wrapped her in a bear hug.

“I could never stay mad at you, Hermione” he said, before letting her go, and she smiled weakly at him before nodding, and walking back to the lift to head to her own office.

Days were excruciatingly slow for Harry, and he couldn’t wait for it to be the time of setting things straight. When finally the time came, he showered, shaved, put on a white shirt, black trousers and a dark green jumper that complimented his eyes, put on his cloak, made sure he had all the gifts, that he had purchased the few previous days in a hurry, and he checked twice that the vial with the potion was in his pocket. He had charmed it to be unbreakable, just to be safe, and then he Apparated to the Burrow.

There, everyone welcomed him, as usual. Ron had the audacity to clap him on the shoulder. “It was time you arrived, mate. Dinner’s almost ready” he said

Harry just nodded, resisting the urge to punch him on the nose in front of his family. Then he excused himself and went to take off his cloak. On the way down, he met Hermione, and she smiled at him. She had a glow about her, and he wondered what that was about.

As dinner progressed, Harry found himself getting more and more annoyed at Ginny, who had sat on his right side, and kept brushing her hand on his thigh and flirting with him. But he was downright shocked when Ron stood up and said he wanted to make an announcement. Hermione blushed, and Ron grinned at her.

Harry had a bad feeling about it. A very bad feeling, indeed.

“Mum, Dad, I’m proud to tell you me and Hermione are getting married” Ron said, lifting the charm on the engagement ring, so that it became visible.

Harry felt the ground crumble under his feet, and he made an hasty retreat, claiming he didn’t feel well.

Sitting in front of the pond in the nearby wood, not caring about the snow wetting his clothes, he kept flinging pebbles into the water.

“I knew it would be hard on you”

He turned, and saw Hermione looking at him with an apologetic look. Harry’s heart broke. He wondered what he had to do.

Of course, reason told him he had to tell her, make her drink the potion, and so she would be free from the spell. But would he have the heart to destroy the little happy world she was in right now? The spell would make sure she would be happy with Ron. Of course, it would not be a willing feeling, yet she would be happy.

As she sat near him, she felt something in his pocket, and she recognized it as a potion vial.

“What potion do you have in your pocket?” she asked, and he chuckled. She had always been too smart to be fooled by him and Ron.

“It’s a long story, but I’m not sure you want to hear it” he evasively said, buying himself time to make a decision.

“I’ve always listened to your stories, Harry” she said, a bit hurt that he wouldn’t confide with her. He sighed.

“Hermione…this is not easy for me…maybe it would be simpler if you just drank it. I can assure you it’s not going to hurt you”

She looked at him, who was now holding the vial with a crystal looking potion in it. “Drink it? What for?” she asked.

He locked eyes with her, green orbs meeting chocolate ones. “Do you trust me?” he asked, serious.

“I-I do, Harry, you know that” she said, taken aback by his seriousness.

“Then drink it” he said.

She looked at the vial, unsure. In the end, though, she made up her mind. Uncorking the vial, she gulped down the contents, and felt a burning sensation in her throat.

Some moments later, it subsided. Harry watched her, anxious to know if he had messed it up.

“I…I…” Hermione stammered, then she started crying. Harry was worried now, and instinctively wrapped his arms around her.

Hermione stained his clothes with tears, sobbing loudly, all the events of the last few weeks flashing before her.

“Harry, I am so sorry, I couldn’t stop him…” she finally said, and Harry let out the breath he was holding.

“Ssh, it’s ok, I’m here now” he soothed her. “Would you like to go home?” he asked.

She nodded, and he Apparated them both to his flat. “I’ll be right back, I just need to have a word with Ron” he said, and she nodded, curling up in a ball on the couch, her arms wrapped around herself. She felt so dirty.

In the Burrow’s backyard, Harry took some long breaths before striding back into the house.

“Harry, mate, where’s Hermione?” Ron asked.

“Ron, I think we need to talk” Harry said with a look that clearly showed he would not accept no for an answer.

The redhead frowned, but followed him outside. As soon as they were out of the house, Harry’s right fist slammed on his nose.

“How could you do that to her, Ron? To me? We were best mates, for Merlin’s sake!”

“What the hell are you talking about, Harry? It’s not my fault she loves me” Ron smugly said.

Harry laughed heartily. “Thanks to your precious cursed underwear, of course” Harry taunted him, and Ron paled. There was no way Harry could have found out…unless, he was there that day in the Three Broomsticks…

Ron growled. “I fancied her first, Potter” he said.

“So? Don’t you think she had a say in the matter?” Harry spat back. Then, he threw at Ron the engagement ring he had given to Hermione. “She told me to give you this back, anyway”

“What? You told her?” Ron said, unable to understand. The charm should have been unbreakable by now!

“If you’re wondering how is the charm broken, I removed the underwear before the time it would make the curse definitive. While you were shopping for Ginny in Russia, to be more precise. Then, a potion reversed the effects” Harry explained. Before Apparating away, he growled, “You’ll be lucky if she doesn’t press charges. If she do, then may Merlin help you avoid Azkaban, because I’ll do my best to get you a life sentence”

And with that, he was gone.

Harry Potter and the Cursed Underwear, Chapter Three

Thu, 20 Mar 2008 09:07:16 GMT

Harry Potter and The Cursed Underwear

Chapter Three: Finding A Remedy

As soon as he woke up the next morning, Harry showered, dressed hastily, and left without even a cup of coffee.

He Apparated to Hogsmeade, and from there he walked up to the castle. On the grounds, he met some kids who looked at him in awe, and he smiled nervously at them, before pushing the heavy doors open. As he climbed up the stairs to the Headmistress’ office, he was the object of the attention of the school population, and he was sure his coming to the castle that day would be the talk of the day for at least a week, the strangest rumours spreading about it. It was just the way things were at Hogwarts, he thought smiling fondly at the memories of the years he spent in those halls, with Ron and Hermione.

It was unnerving that someone he thought so close would fall so low and betray him this bad, Harry thought, while walking down the corridor to the gargoyle that guarded the entrance to the Headmistress’ office. That thought wiped any trace of happiness from his face as he felt extreme rage toward the redheads. Ginny too, as she was planning something similar for him.

What he couldn’t understand, though, was how could have Ron made Hermione wear the underwear in the first place. Considering what Ron had done, Harry wouldn’t exclude an Imperius Curse, but as angry as he was at the redhead, he sincerely hoped his ex best mate hadn’t used an Unforgivable.

It was thus with an heavy heart that Harry stepped up the spiralling staircase, once he had guessed the right password. It seemed that Professor McGonagall had chose to keep the tradition started by Dumbledore and use names of sweets for passwords.

“Harry” she greeted him looking up from some papers she was reading. “What brings you here?” she smiled.

Harry sighed, taking a seat in front of her. “I’m sure you’ve read the Prophet these days” he finally said, rubbing his eyes.

“Yes, I have” McGonagall said, apologetically. “I’m sorry, and if that comforts you, I wonder why Miss Granger would do something like that. It’s way out of character of her, plus I admit I’ve always thought you two were destined to be just like your parents, Harry”

The raven haired young man nodded. “I know. In fact, I have discovered why she is acting this way, and I can tell you there’s magic involved. I now am in need of a remedy to reverse the situation, and I was thinking the library could offer some answers” he said.

McGonagall chuckled. “I see Miss Granger has rubbed off on you finally. Impulsive, passionate Harry Potter who seeks answers from the Hogwarts library”

Harry grinned, realizing that yes, it was something Hermione would do. “I guess she’s been a good influence” he said fondly.

“Very well, Harry. I’ll have you free to search the library, Restricted Section included. I honestly hope you can find a way to reverse whatever Mr. Weasley has done” she said, and Harry noticed he never mentioned Ron as the culprit. McGonagall gave him a knowing smile.

“I wouldn’t be a good teacher, and Headmistress, if I couldn’t read my students, Harry. And while you three are not students anymore, I’ve had to deal with you long enough to know each of you three as my pockets”

Harry chuckled himself, grabbed the parchment, and left with a parting nod to his ex Head of House.

It was getting dark outside, and Harry was still at a loss. He had read all day, but found nothing useful. Even the Restricted Section had proved useless, till now.

He had just picked up the last tome, Guide to all Love Spells and Potions, and he hoped it contained some kind of help because otherwise he wouldn’t know what to do.

As he scanned the pages, he realized why it was kept in the Restricted Section. He couldn’t believe how many spells could be used to force someone to love another, and do whatever this other person wanted. It was no shock that such spells were considered as bad as Dark magic.

He eagerly started reading, and finally found something useful.

Chinese wizards invented centuries ago spells that could force someone to fall in love with the caster. This kind of spells vary from charms to be used directly on the subject, to charms applied to particular objects, that will influence the target when he/she comes in contact with them.

Banned as Dark magic in Asia, those spells were introduced in Eastern Europe by Chinese refugees escaping the capture of their local Ministry. It is thought that while European Ministries have banned such spells too, someone still casts them secretly.

The curses, because we can easily call them so, will have to be activated by a mixture of body fluids between the target and the person he has to fall in love with, which could be a proper sexual act but also a simple kiss, but if the spell is of the kind to be cast on an object, then for the curse to be activated the charmed object has to be in contact with the target.

“So this means somehow Ron got Hermione to wear that and then he kissed her, or shagged her. Although, since the underwear would have to be left on Hermione, I guess a kiss would be the easiest way. But why would she kiss him?”

He had no time to dwell on it, so he took notes of what he had discovered and kept reading.

This kind of spells can be broken only through a potion, Harry groaned, he hated brewing potions, named the Restoration Potion, which, in simple words, resets the feelings of whoever drinks it to their previous stage. This potion was created along with the spells by the same Chinese wizards, as a defence mechanism against who might want to use their own charms on them.

Harry took then notes on how to brew the potion, and he almost banged his head on the table when he was done. That had to be the most complicated potion ever invented.

But he had to try, it was his only chance to save Hermione.

He put the books back to their places, ran from the library earning himself a glare from Madam Pince, and then dashed through the grounds to Hogsmeade, where he Apparated back to his flat. There, he sent an owl to the ingredients store in Diagon alley with the list of what he needed and the permission to withdraw from his Gringott’s vault whatever the ingredients were worth.

The package arrived next evening, finding Harry upset at the time needed to send it to him. But after all, some of what he had requested were very rare ingredients, and he could guess it would take time to get them.

He feverishly set to work, the instructions for the potion on his right side, praying whatever God was there that he would not make a mess with it.

Harry worked on it all night, till he reached the point where he would have to wait a week before adding the last ingredient, and then another week of waiting was needed. For now, the colour of the potion was a vicious green, but according to the instructions, it was normal.

Knowing there was nothing else he could do, he let sleep engulf him on the couch.

Harry Potter and the Cursed Underwear, Chapter Two

Thu, 20 Mar 2008 09:05:18 GMT

Harry Potter and The Cursed Underwear

Chapter Two: Uncovering The Truth

It was now three weeks since Hermione had abandoned him for Ron. The newspapers had a field day with that, especially Rita Skeeter who as usual depicted Hermione as a scarlet woman. Harry didn’t care.

Truthfully, he hadn’t even seen the newspapers in the first place. It was three weeks from that fateful night of her birthday, and he still had to leave his flat. He had owled the Ministry asking for an undefined period of leave to Minister Shacklebolt, who had agreed, realizing Harry wasn’t much in shape to work and could got himself killed if he didn’t think straight on the field.

Hermione had not visited him once, nor did Ron.

However, Harry wasn’t troubled by that. He somehow expected it.

For three weeks he had been mulling over what he ha done wrong to drive her away from himself, and couldn’t find an answer. He reckoned he wasn’t always perfect, but who was? At least, he tried. And when it came to Hermione, he had always done everything he could to make her happy.

You may say it might not have been enough if she didn’t really love him, but somehow he doubted that. She had never been a good liar, and in the time they had been together she had told him more than once that she was in love with him.

So, what had made her change her mind so suddenly? Harry felt there was something that wasn’t adding on in the situation. He wasn’t an Auror for nothing, and he had learned to smell something suspicious.

So, after three weeks moping in his flat, he decided it was time to get some answers.

Grabbing his Invisibility Cloak, not stopping to shave or anything else, he decided that if something strange had been going on, probably, as much as it pained him, Ron was responsible for it. He really didn’t see other ways out. Maybe Ginny had wanted to break them up, he suddenly thought. The redhead had never stopped fancying him, so it would make sense. Ron had never moved on too, when Hermione rejected him in their seventh year.

However, if one of the two siblings had planned something, they would speak to each other about it, Harry guessed, so tailing Ron was a good way to find out. The redhead had never been the smartest out of the three of them, so Harry reckoned he could tail his best mate, or is it ex best mate?, quite easily.

He knew where Ron worked, and that was where he went. The redhead was now assistant coach for the Chudley Cannons so Harry Apparated just out of the pitch. Then, he slipped inside the building that was the training facility for the team, following another wizard working there who had unknowingly opened the door for him. Once inside it was easy to locate Ron’s room.

As he waited outside, he could hear a meeting was going on there, between the coach and Ron. They were discussing some tactics, and the possibility to give a chance to one of their reserve Chasers who had been doing really well in training.

Patiently, Harry waited for lunch time to come. When it did, he was sure Ron would not skip it, he never did, and that would be a good time to follow him, and maybe slip directly inside his office.

When Ron finally left for lunch, Harry quietly tailed him. The redhead announced to the receptionist he was going to have lunch at the Three Broomsticks with his sister that day so he might come back a bit late, and the other man nodded. Harry narrowed his eyes.

“Bingo” he thought. Of course, there was no assurance that it wasn’t a completely innocent lunch between siblings, still Ron rarely did something like that without a motive. Apparating out of the pub in Hogsmeade, Harry immediately spotted Ginny walking closer.

A moment later, Ron materialized out of thin air in front of the door of the pub.

“Had a good day, sis?” Ron greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.

Ginny nodded, and Ron opened the door for her before entering himself. Harry slipped in unnoticed.

He settled to a corner near enough to their table, which was one of the farthest from the door, which provided a certain privacy, and hoped the conversation would be interesting.

After half an hour of idly chat and the revolting show of Ron talking with his mouth full, things got interesting.

“So, bro, what about that special underwear you told me about?” Ginny said.

“It’s working just great. Hermione doesn’t suspect a thing, she’s wearing them every day, of course they have an auto-cleaning charm. The more she wears them, the more in love with me she falls, and she’s also stopped being annoyingly nagging. She does whatever I ask her, and boy is she a good shag!” the redhead grinned stupidly. Harry was fuming, but kept his cool. He needed to know more. “Another week, and she will be past the point of no return and nothing in the world will make her change her mind. Right now, there’s still a tiny chance to stop the process, but it would be extremely complex” Ron continued.

“And you reckon you could procure me a pair of boxers like that for Harry?” Ginny hopefully said.

“Of course. It’s going to be pricey and it will take time though, I’m not sure I can have them in time for Christmas, but I can try”

“Pricey, uh? How much?” Ginny asked.

“Two hundred Galleons” Ron said.

“I’ll give you two hundred and fifty if you can have them for Christmas. Tell this to your source” she said, placing some money on the table.

“Very well. I’ll leave for Russia tonight after work” he said. They called the waiter, paid the bill and left. Harry Apparated back to his flat to reorganize his mind on what he had found out.

Making a list of what Ron had revealed, he decided the first course of action was to free Hermione of that underwear, to stop its action on her. “You want to play, Weasley, then let’s play” he muttered while readying himself.

He strapped one wand holster on his wand arm so that with a flick of his wrist the wand would slid in his hand, the reserve one was strapped on his leg, and a spare wand was placed there. Hermione was a fully capable witch and Harry knew he had to concentrate if he wanted to get her.

Apparating to Ron’s flat under his cloak, he sensed the protective wards keeping him out. It was clear Ron had removed him from the welcome list.

Harry set to work to bring them down and in few minutes he was done. He modified them so that they would allow him in, as if they went down completely Hermione would notice.

He was surprised that Ron hadn’t let Hermione place the wards in the first place, if he did Harry’s job would have been much more difficult, that was sure.

Sneaking in, he guessed that Hermione would be in the living room reading. He cast a Silencing spell on his feet, then advanced through the house. He had to flatten himself against a wall as Hermione suddenly walked in the corridor coming from the bathroom.

“Sorry Mione” he thought before stunning her. He then cast a Levitating Charm on her to avoid her to fall on the floor. Directing her floating body to the bedroom, he made a quick work of removing her clothes, then he replaced the offending underwear with another set that he transfigured to look like the cursed one, and he put her clothes on.

Finally, he set the charmed underwear on fire, banishing the ashes when it was done.

Sighing, Enervated her then Obliviated her of the memory of being attacked. He then Apparated just outside the flat, and worked to restore the wards as they were before, just in case Ron checked for something different when he was back from his trip.

Now, he just needed to find a way to reverse the process and make Hermione go back to normal. For that, he guessed Hogwarts library might hold some answers, but it was too late to go there now. He planned to make the trip the next day.

Headmistress McGonagall wouldn’t deny him a visit to the library, Restricted Section included, he was sure of that.

“I’ll bring you back, Mione, may it be the last thing I do” he thought just before finally falling asleep in his own bed.

Harry Potter and the Cursed Underwear

Thu, 20 Mar 2008 09:03:26 GMT

Hi guys, i'm new to this copmmunity but I'm an huge HHr fan!

Diclaimer: not mine otherwise we would have had HHr as canon.

Author: HarryHermione85 (Harry85 on Portkey.org)

Rating: R/NC17

A/N: Ron won't be likable here, I usually like him, but I had this plot bunny in my head and I simply had tow rite it, lol. Also, there's mind control here, some would label it rape. I'm not sure about that, but please remember my warning when you read ok? Thanks, and let me know what you think. I'll slowly post all of my fics here, there is quite a bit of them...

Summary: Harry Potter wants to surprise his girlfriend Hermione on her 21st birthday with his proposal. But what if it's him who gets surprised, and not pleasanlty? Will he find the strenght to search for a possibly hidden truth?

Harry Potter and The Cursed Underwear

Chapter One: Something Strange This Way Comes

Hermione Granger couldn’t be happier. Today was her twenty-first birthday, and the moment she opened her eyes she found herself looking up to a tray with her favourite breakfast.

Harry Potter, her boyfriend, was grinning at her, his green eyes sparkling, and she smiled warmly at him, reaching out to muss his unruly black hair.

“Thanks, Harry” she said then, pulling him for a long open-mouthed kiss, with tongues fighting for dominance. The tray with breakfast was moved on the nearby table and he started kissing her neck, making her moan loudly. He had found out she was quite sensitive there, and loved her reactions when he did that.

His lips found hers again, transforming a simple thank you kiss in a full blown making out session, and judging by Harry’s boxers he would have gladly gone even further. Sadly, he was running on a bit of a tight schedule.

As Hermione enjoyed her breakfast of tea, scrambled eggs, bacon, chocolate muffins and pancakes, he took a quick shower, then came back to their bedroom to get dressed.

“I guess I’ll have to get up soon too” she sighed.

“Oh, no. I’ve taken the liberty to owl the hospital and let them know you’re going to take the day off. Your boss Pinbledog was agreeing with me that you’ve been overworking and deserve a bit of rest” he said while buttoning his shirt and taking his Auror robes. He then walked around the bed and kissed her softly.

“You be a good girl and relax, today is your day and you should enjoy it!” he said softly, before kissing her forehead.

Hermione sighed, and realized he was right. The last two months had been hell and she was in serious need of a day to herself.

“Oh, and remember to keep yourself free tonight, I’ve got a surprise in store for you” he called with a boyish grin before Apparating away. She growled.

He knew how she couldn’t stand surprises. She always wanted to know, and having to go on all day without a clue would make her go mad.

As she finished her breakfast, Hermione finally got up, it was nine o’clock and it was some kind of a record for her, at least since she had been hired at St. Mungo’s ten months earlier. Picking something comfy to wear, she then headed to the bathroom and had an hot, relaxing shower.

Letting water run on her skin, she wished Harry was under the spray with her. She would definitely reward him for the excellent breakfast, if he were. Pushing those randy thoughts aside since she knew she wouldn’t see Harry again till night, she finally stepped out of the shower, dried herself carefully, before slipping in a comfortable pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a white jumper.

She then settled on the couch, reading a novel her mother had sent her, and engrossing herself in it. She had two more books on the floor near the couch where she was lying while reading. Having to pass the time alone at home, she guessed one book would not be enough for the whole day.

It was with some surprise that she heard the wards let someone in around lunch time.

“Harry?” she called, but the voice who greeted her was different.

“Wrong best friend, birthday girl” Ron said, coming into view.

“Ron!” she smiled. “It’s good to see you…both me and Harry have missed you lately! Where have you been?”

“Oh, doing some business” he evasively replied. “But stop interrogating me, it’s your day” he grinned.

“Care to have lunch together, then, since it’s almost time anyhow?”

“You have to ask? I’m always up for eating!” he joked, and she swatted him on the arm. The two of them worked on a quick and simple lunch, chatting all the while. Hermione filled Ron in with the latest news at the Ministry and at St. Mungo’s, not much to tell the truth, then they finally tucked in.

The brunette knew better than to talk to Ron while he was eating, so they kept quiet as they ate, a bottle of wine to celebrate her birthday opened on the table and both of them taking a couple of glasses to go with their food.

As they finally moved back to the living room, Ron finally handed Hermione a small wrapped box.

“It’s for you” he said, and she smiled, eagerly tearing it open. She was shocked, though, to see he had gifted her matching bra and panties, both burgundy red with a gold R on the front.

Glaring at Ron, she spoke icily. “Ron, what kind of joke is this?”

“It’s not a joke, Mione” he said, moving closer. “Wear it for me” he suggested then, motioning toward the underwear.

“What? Are you gone nuts? I’m Harry’s girlfriend and there’s no way I’m going to strip in front of you and put these on!” she shrilly shouted, holding up the offending garments.

“There’s always a way, Mione” he quietly said. Hermione’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t…”

“Imperio!” the redhead shouted. Hermione fought against the curse but she couldn’t resist it.

“Now be a good girl and wear those” he said. She tried with all her might to stop herself from following his order but she wasn’t strong enough.

First the jumper was tossed to the couch, then her shoes and socks. Finally, she started unbuttoning her jeans, then turned and seductively wriggled out of them, giving Ron a bit of a show. The redhead was smirking.

“Go put those on in your room, then call me when you’re done” he commanded her, and she obeyed.

It was just a couple minutes before Ron made his way to Harry and Hermione’s bedroom.

He took in the sight of her with the underwear he had given her on. Those R on the panties and both the bra cups kind of branded her as his, and he felt himself getting hard at the mere thought.

“Come here and kiss me” he commanded then, and Hermione smiled seductively at him as she followed the orders. She laced her arms around his neck and claimed his lips in a searing kiss. Their tongues met for the first time. She pressed herself against him as she deepened the kiss even more.

A pink glow erupted from Hermione’s body, and Ron smirked, while she looked up at him like he was her prey.

“I see the charm works great” he mused to himself, shutting the door closed as Hermione sultrily called him.

When Harry arrived back to their flat that night, he could have imagined anything, but not Hermione surrounded by boxes.

“Are we doing some redecorating?” he joked, walking up to her to give her a kiss.

She pulled away and he frowned.

“Luv, is something wrong?” he asked, now worried, as she still hadn’t looked at him.

She sighed and finally turned. “Yes, something’s wrong, Harry” she said, finally looking at him. She took a deep breath, and spoke again.

“I think we should break up. I’ve been leading you on all this time but it’s Ron I’m in love with. Always been and always will be, so there’s no use pretending I love you when I don’t. Which is why I’m moving to Ron’s flat right now” she said, turning back to her boxes.

Harry was speechless. He had the perfect night planned to propose to her, and she tells him she’s always been in love with Ron, and was moving out of the flat and in with their best friend?

Taking a seat on the couch, Harry was too shocked to do anything and she never even said goodbye before leaving.

That night, Harry Potter was alone in his flat, unable to sleep, in a state of complete shock, wondering what the hell had been going on there while he was away.

deathly hallows 1 and 2

Fri, 14 Mar 2008 05:43:54 GMT

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I was wondering around, when I found this shocking news!!!
Apparently they’re planning to split the last book, In two movies, because being the last they can’t just leave anything outside, what a massive piece of bullocks!!!!! . The first part is due for November 2010 and the second for May 2011.
Go figure, there’ll be no 7 but 8 harry potter movies

so, is this true??????

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deathly hallows 1 and 2

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