Harry Potter Fanfiction

[ashi rocks]

Hey guys, I wanted to post this thread. Please post all your fanfics on Harry Potter here! And please also give links to fanfics by other authors which you liked!

[natasha]

if u don know what it means...

Fan fiction (also spelled fanfiction and commonly abbreviated to fanfic) is fiction written by people who enjoy a film, novel, television show or other media work, using the characters and situations developed in it and developing new plots in which to use these characters. Characters and props from more than one media work may also be incorporated into a single fanfiction (known as crossovers). ...

[doly_455]

hey natasha , thks for justifyin what fanfic means . which r ur fav? harry potter is my all time fav. hey what abt lord of the rings? i like the innovative things like, special effects, animations,...etc. used in films these days.

[ashi rocks]

Hey I would very much apreciate it if you all read my 2 fanfiction stories:

Mistletoe
Link: http://www.astronomytower.org/authorLinks/Harsh_Potter/

The Outsider
Link: http://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=159721&KW=ashi+rocks

Please do read them!:)

[doly_455]

thts pretty good work. keep it up.:)

[natasha]

pleasure doly and yes i do like lord of the rings too.....

[natasha]

hey lovely fics there harshu...ive written some too though i havent posted them on the net.......
ill be doing that as soon as im done wid my boards and my medical entrance exams....

[doly_455]

will be waitin to read ur fanfiction. i like readin but dont get much time.

[natasha]

Book 7
The final chapter is at Hogwart. Voldemort has lured Harry, Hermione, and Ron there in order to finally kill Harry. The battle is very fierce, involving Harry, Ron, Hermione, Snape, and Wormtail. Wormtail is the first to die. Almost too late, Harry and his close friends, Ron and Hermione, discover that the three of them complete Ollivander's wand core trinity and thus have the ultimate power to kill Voldemort, but it will be at great cost.


As the battle rages throughout Hogwart, fires begin to get out of control. The entire building is doomed. Snape begins trying to get the other wizards and witches to safety. He accomplishes this but dies in the fire himself.


Harry and Voldemort are going head to head, one trying to kill the other. Hermione and Ron have helped all they are able. Now it is up to Harry. They watch in horror as Harry goes down and Voldemort prepares to deal the final blow. Suddenly, out of the ashes, like a phoenix rising, there appears Dumbledore. His appearance stuns Voldemort and thus gives Harry time to get back up and deliver the deathblow to Voldemort. Then as suddenly as Dumbledore appears, he is gone again. Was he really there?


Ron and Hermione run to Harry and try to get him out of the burning building, but Harry is too weak from the battle to make it. He tells them to leave him and save themselves. They do and make it out safely.


Later, after everyone else has gone, thinking that Harry is lost forever. Harry is seen walking away from the building. But is it really Harry? This person has no scar!

Brad Smith

[iluvdan]

Book 7
The final chapter is at Hogwart. Voldemort has lured Harry, Hermione, and Ron there in order to finally kill Harry. The battle is very fierce, involving Harry, Ron, Hermione, Snape, and Wormtail. Wormtail is the first to die. Almost too late, Harry and his close friends, Ron and Hermione, discover that the three of them complete Ollivander's wand core trinity and thus have the ultimate power to kill Voldemort, but it will be at great cost.



As the battle rages throughout Hogwart, fires begin to get out of control. The entire building is doomed. Snape begins trying to get the other wizards and witches to safety. He accomplishes this but dies in the fire himself.


Harry and Voldemort are going head to head, one trying to kill the other. Hermione and Ron have helped all they are able. Now it is up to Harry. They watch in horror as Harry goes down and Voldemort prepares to deal the final blow. Suddenly, out of the ashes, like a phoenix rising, there appears Dumbledore. His appearance stuns Voldemort and thus gives Harry time to get back up and deliver the deathblow to Voldemort. Then as suddenly as Dumbledore appears, he is gone again. Was he really there?


Ron and Hermione run to Harry and try to get him out of the burning building, but Harry is too weak from the battle to make it. He tells them to leave him and save themselves. They do and make it out safely.


Later, after everyone else has gone, thinking that Harry is lost forever. Harry is seen walking away from the building. But is it really Harry? This person has no scar!

Brad Smith

wow is dis totally ur idea..mazing..cool..d best part is trio survive..yaaaaaa:D
luv natashu

[doly_455]

hey natasha, good work, where is this frm ?? hav u written more?:confused: ? plz do post it. will be glad to read it.:)

[natasha]

no no no ...i didnt write that!!!!!!

Brad smith has written it ,i have given his name at the end.....

[Mac rocks_92]

Hey Natasha who's Brad Smith. Names similar to Brad Pitt. I guess he's a member of forum.:confused:

[iluvdan]

no no no ...i didnt write that!!!!!!

Brad smith has written it ,i have given his name at the end.....

well its very light...anyways...v can rite ...u noe sort of fanfic....wat say...:D
after d boards of course:p

[natasha]

lol...i dont know who brad smith is ya....the only thing i know is thathe won the competion for this fanfic..

natashu,we can definitely write one after the boards..!

[iluvdan]

chalo yaaron lets have sme fun...lets see wat it is 2 b in d seat of jkr
lets rite d FANFIC!!!!...
juzz a little bit...ok...
but pehle kuch views n ideas mangte hain.....

sme ideas i had.....
- v dont follow d story but d world n d charecters n give d story a completely new look ....

-v follow d story n rite d fanfic 4 d 7th buk..

-v chuck d fanfic n do d roleplaying thing wid diff charecters played by us n loads of masala...

-v dont follow d story nor d world..v bring d world smewhere else like apni saddi dilli...

pata hai lol ideas hai...so post ur ideas 2..n den v can have sme real fun...
am personally in favour of role playing thing...

to batao batao...n den lets go!!!!:D

[latix]

OK now for a few suggestions from my end

For a fanfic to be like one,i suggest that we keep Hogwarts and the world as it is coz if we shift there may be a major problem in role playing.
Like one may not be familiar with the places in real life.For example I have been to Delhi loads of times but don't know
any place exept Lajpat Nagar.CP,and the shopping areas.If we set it in Bangalore,or Hyderabad or elsewhere the problem will still exist.

I love the role playing idea..Its great.

And yes we can follow the storyline till now and write about the events of the 7th book

You can come up with your own concepts of what's behind the veil etc.

You can invent new characters and kill anyone you want(Including Voldy:) )

[iluvdan]

oh ya u r rite ...d places have loads of fits...

ok den lets do role playing but for more fun lets do it from d biggining ...wen d trio come 2 hoggy 4 d 1st time...it wud b fun...v can show snape rlly cruel taking pts n stuff...

so tell me role playing ya fanfic??????
vote den v can set d theme n have fun...

[latix]

My vote is definately for role play

[iluvdan]

mine 2...ppl vote..

[natasha]

mine for Role play, definitely......

[iluvdan]

okei den..come fwd wid d role u wanna play...n den v can decide a situation....
okei...ill like 2 play dan ofcourse..but i can play ced 2....:)

[latix]

I would love to play Hermione Granger..or Albus Dumbledore.But since the latter is dead I think I'll go for Hermione

[iluvdan]

hey dats not neceserally essential..i mean v can have ddl alive..its not dat v vill b following d story strictly..n playing ddl will b lotta fun...so u can b ddl also...
okay...:)

[latix]

Gr8.I'm fine with both.....Hey why are the others not replying???Come on guys and gals.Wake up......

[iluvdan]

hey bhaggu dis idea just died ...

come on ppl batao R U INTERESTED IN ROLE PLAYING??????
IF YES DEN WHICH CHARECTER WUD U LIKE 2 PLAY???????????????

[natasha]

i dont know if i can take up a role .....ill be very irregular

[iluvdan]

hey nats gud 2 see u after sooooooo long...

chalo luks like role play is rlly hanging...theek hai den lets do fanfic...

wat say lttu...i think abhi not many ppl r here 4 roleplay..v can do dat later...as it is wo latka hua tha....

chalo lets do smething like situations.......................

im giving a situation......n u all complete wid sme dialogues n stuff....okei...

hmmm okay d situation is dat harry is getting late 2 meet hagrid since its haggrid's birthday....but he has 2 go secretly since its a late night party....and he forgets his invisiblity cloak...n snape catches him......now wat???????

its a totally fanfic thing...dont stick 2 story as such but charecters ya....2 chalo...likho d convo bw harry snape n perhaps ron 2....hermy ko bhi le aao..but complete d situation in a realistic way......:)

tashu

[rajinishivaram]

hey natasha , thks for justifyin what fanfic means . which r ur fav? harry potter is my all time fav. hey what abt lord of the rings? i like the innovative things like, special effects, animations,...etc. used in films these days.

I would rate HARRY POTTER as the best book.Then comes Agatha christie,Ink heart,Nancy Drews,Hardy Boys .My second rating would be THE DA VINCI CODE.What about urs?

Rajini:) :) :)

[smruti]

Hey Guys, I just realised that we haven't got any fanfic thread and thought of doing the Shree Ganesh...So what are you waiting for...write some stuff!!!

Here me posting a twoshot which is NOT written by me but by B Bennet Hope you will enjoy!!!


Getting Close Somewhere


Ginny Weasley was not a morning person. Hermione discovered this the last time she stayed at the Burrow, and in a year things hadn't changed. From the soft breathing across the room, she could tell Ginny was asleep. Quietly, Hermione climbed out of bed, slipped into shorts and a sweatshirt, then crept out of the room, book in hand. The best time to read while staying with the Weasleys was before the boys awoke; once up and moving, they made so much racket that it was impossible to concentrate on anything. It didn't actually bother her; as an only child, she found the noise strangely enjoyable, but at the moment she was looking forward to an hour alone on the beach.

The cottage Mr. Weasley borrowed from a Ministry colleague had only two bedrooms, so the twins, Ron, and Harry slept in the living room. Hermione tiptoed through the lumpy sprawl of worn sleeping bags, trying not to step on a stray arm or foot. The fire from the night before had died out, leaving a smell of burned wood, damp towels, and salt air. Exploding Snap cards were scattered about the room; half-empty mugs of cocoa and last evening's bowl of popped corn had been left on the coffee table. The cottage felt familiar after only one night.

She reached the back door without incident and jumped off the low porch onto the sand, which began where the cottage ended. It felt wonderfully cold to her bare feet. She stopped to admire the view. The sun had just risen, and the warm, indefinite edges of the sky reminded her of a watercolor. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, enjoying the tang of ozone and the sound of crashing waves. The chill in the air made her tug the arms of her sweatshirt down over her hands. She thought about the coming week and smiled.

"Sneaking out to feed your addiction?"

Hermione's eyes snapped open. Ron was standing not five feet away in the sand; the noise of the ocean must have muffled his footsteps.

He smiled sheepishly at her expression. "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you."

"What are you doing out here?" she blurted, her heart beating quickly at being startled. "I thought everyone was still asleep."

He shrugged. "I'd like to be. I woke up early and couldn't get back to sleep, so I thought I'd come for a walk." He gestured to her book. "Can't go a day without reading something, can you."

"There are worse hobbies," Hermione said, sounding more defensive than she intended.

His smile faded. "I know. I was just kidding."

Hermione shook her head. "I know you were. I'm sorry. I guess I'm just not awake yet. I didn't mean to snap." She took a step closer. Her heart was still pounding, but now for a different reason. "Look, I can read anytime. Want to walk with me?"

"Alright." Ron hesitated. "If you're sure you want to."

"I do," she said, both afraid he might change his mind and half-hoping he would.

She glanced up and down the beach. "Shall we head toward the pier?"

Ron nodded. "That sounds good."

They slogged through the loose sand to the water's edge, where the tide had washed the beach smooth and the walking was better. Both were silent. Hermione cast covert glances at Ron, who seemed lost in thought. He was wearing a flannel shirt and jeans, and his feet were shoved barefoot into a pair of old trainers. He'd grown since the end of term; he wasn't taller, but he was less skinny. She wondered what he was thinking, and why she just didn't ask.

Ron cleared his throat. "Does this seem weird to you?"

Hermione stopped abruptly. "What? What's weird? This?"

He shrugged. "I don't know, yesterday we picked you and Harry up, and then we came here, and we were really busy last night - we didn't have much of a chance to talk. And now we're here." He paused, looking embarrassed. "It seems kind of weird, that's all."

Hermione racked her brain for a response. Ron was one of her very best friends, but for the first time since they'd met, she couldn't think of a thing to say to him.

Ron glanced sideways. "I've liked writing you this summer." He sounded cautious.

"I've liked writing to you, too." To her annoyance, she felt herself blush. "I'm afraid we may've worn out Pig, though."

Ron shook his head. "Not a chance. He loves it, the little show-off. And as a bonus, he's tired enough at night that he'll shut up and lets me sleep."

Hermione laughed. The pounding in her chest eased somewhat.

Ron's grin lit up his whole face. "Do you want to sit down?"

She smiled back, feeling a bit more like herself. "Okay." She followed Ron up the beach until they were safe from the reach of the tide. Early morning sunlight bathed everything in a warm, golden glow. "It was really nice of your parents to invite me," she said, settling cross-legged in the sand.

Ron leaned back on his elbows and stretched his long legs out in front of him. "I'm glad you could come. It was really short notice."

Hermione smiled. "I was bored stiff at home. You could've owled yesterday morning, and I still would have been packed in time. I'm just happy the Dursleys didn't refuse Harry permission. I was afraid they'd say no, just to be nasty."

Ron shook his head. "Harry almost didn't come, but it wasn't because of his relatives."

"What? Was it Professor Dumbledore?"

"Nah, Mum got the okay from Dumbledore for Harry to visit a month ago. Harry didn't want to come."

"You're joking!" Hermione asked, shocked. "Why ever in the world not?"

Ron shrugged. "Misplaced sense of nobility. I think he's got this idea he's putting everyone around him in danger, so he turned down my invitation. He actually tried to convince me he and Dudley were getting along so much better, and he'd just stay in Little Whinging the rest of the summer, thank you very much." Ron snorted. "The prat. I'm not that dense."

"So how'd you get him to come?" Hermione asked, curious.

Ron grinned. "I didn't, I just forgot tell anyone he wasn't coming. Dad and I kind of showed up at the Dursley's yesterday morning. Harry had the choice of either coming with us or making excuses as to why he couldn't and staying with the muggles, who, by their expressions, would've locked him in the cellar 'til school starts." He chuckled. "You should've seen Dudley's face - priceless. Wish I'd had a camera."

"Ron!" Hermione admonished, although she was fighting a smile. "It's really not funny. Poor Harry. Wasn't he mad?"

"Oh, I'm sure he's quite put out with me," Ron said, matter-of-factly. "But he's too polite to have said anything in front of Mum and Dad last night. I expect I'll get yelled at sometime today." Ron didn't seem particularly upset by the prospect.

Hermione frowned thoughtfully. "I'm sure we are in danger, but there’s no way around that, is there? Even if Harry had his way and never spoke to us again, Pettigrew still knows we're all friends, and if he knows… "

Ron nodded. "Then Voldemort knows."

Hermione looked at him, surprised. "Ron, you said his name!"

Ron grinned ruefully. "Yeah, I've been practicing. You know, breaking it down into syllables and all. Couldn't get past "Vol" for the longest time."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ron."



Tell me how was it??? (BE SPECIFIC)
Smruti:)

[juhirocks!!]

hey smruti!!
too cool !
specially hermione blushing at ron's words!
my god!!!
i wanted 2 see dem talk like dis
but it wasnt der in d book
but this 1 did show me!

[remix_is_the_best]

hey smruti its so amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i couldnt do better than dis at all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i think its time we take some action abt dis thread being inactive!!!!!!


luv tanu

[cool_remix fan]

my God.that s so amazing smruti.so much coooool.i love ron n hermoine both.they r coool.

but i dnt understand harry married ginny.i never thought of this:D

adeena:)

[remix_is_the_best]

hey nivvu really nice one:D!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
btw im tanu aka remix_is_the_best
i hope u enjoy here

luv tanu

[smruti]

thank u juhi adeenna and tanu!!! next part on the way!!!
nivuu welcome to the forum girl keep rocking!!!!

[juhirocks!!]

hey smruti, i searched dis forum nd found dat ther was another fanfic site here, so i hav merged ur thread wid it

[smruti]

hey smruti, i searched dis forum nd found dat ther was another fanfic site here, so i hav merged ur thread wid it

oh thats alrite

[smruti]

The Unpredictable
By Jitterbug Perfume







This was written before book five came out. Hermoine's PoV.



I honestly don't know how it all happened. It was like a big bang in my mind. A bomb that was counting down till the great blast that brought the realisation to me. That's how it feels when you fall for your best friend.



I must admit I sometimes looked down to him in the past. I was the smart, law-abiding model student and he was nothing more than a rebel. A rebel everybody found way more interesting than me. Once, this made me feel frustrated but now it's one of the things I love most about him. His sense of humour.



I kind of realised my feelings about him in the summer before our fifth year. Once again I had been asked by Viktor Krum to visit but while I was writing my reply to him, another face was wandering in my mind. I was terrified. The thought of losing his friendship because of what I felt scared me so much, that I kept it silent from everyone.



Well... almost everyone, Ginny found out soon afterwards. I would never be able to hide a thing like this from Ginny. You see, although Harry and Ron are the people whom I hang around with most, Ginny is a girl and every girl needs a best friend of their own sex to chat with. She knows me better than everyone else and her advice was to wait for him to reveal his feelings about me. If his feelings for me were more than just friendly ones.



It was Harry who brought it round one day. I was helping him complete an essay for Snape in the library when he suddenly abandoned his quill and made me look at him.





"Is there something going on?"



I, naturally, didn't understand. Or didn't want to understand. I asked what he meant and he did something I knew he had taken from me. Rolled his eyes. "Between you and Ron of course."



"We haven't fought if-"



"You like him don't you?" he asked me and I felt my heart beating thrice as fast as usual. I took in a deep breath and returned to my parchment.



"What could make you say that?" I hoped that my voice sounded indifferent enough, which apparently didn't as Harry raised an eyebrow.



"Come on now, Hermione, I've seen how you look at him and I'm not the only one who has noticed," Harry said airily and I gave him a horrified look and he said that Ginny had noticed as well.



I sighed with relief and admitted that, yes, Ginny was aware of it, only to bite my tongue a second later and curse myself on letting Harry know. He gave me a triumphant look and swung his chair on the back two legs.



"He also likes you, you know," he said plainly as if he'd just pointed out that Butterbeer is served hot. My jaw dropped in surprise.



"Why don't you talk to him?"



"Are you nuts, Harry?"



"Why not? He knows anyway." Harry smiled goofily and I found myself in one of the few moments in my life where I didn't know what to say.



I must have looked mortified because Harry laughed silently and added "We haven't told him of course, but he knows deep inside."



I knew that by we he meant himself and Ginny. I sighed and he reached for his quill again.



"Talk to him."



My conversation with Harry left me deep in thought. Yes, Ron might like me, but I still panicked. What if we got together and something happened to ruin it all and put an end to our friendship?



Losing Ron would kill me so I didn't say anything despite Ginny's constant badgering. I feel bad to say that I got distant with him and I arranged that our only time together was during prefect patrolling. Had it been up to me I would have avoided those as well.



Ron of course understood there was something fishy going on. I had ignored him in the past after our fights but this was different. I was avoiding him. I'd never avoided Ron before.



It was Sunday evening and we were walking down the Charms corridor when I yawned widely. I had stayed up till three o' clock in the morning studying for a Transfiguration exam the previous night and I felt dead.



"Tired?" he asked, trying to get me to talk to him. When I nodded he smiled.



"Maybe now I can finally get you to tell me what your big secret is."



I felt my insides going numb. Stopping dead in my tracks, I managed to recompose myself and speak up.



"I have no secrets from you, Ron."



He snorted and made me look at him. It was the first time in months.



"You're keeping something from me. I'm not stupid."



That was it. I was cornered. I either had to lie or not answer him. Either way would mean the end of our friendship.



"And what if I do? I think you already know anyway."



Ron looked down and sighed.



"Yeah" he said "I think I know." He looked back at me and smiled. I was still daunted though. Sue me. Not looking at him I spoke.



"I think it's time we shut up about my secret then and move on."



I almost felt his smile vanishing seconds before he touched my elbow and made me look at him again.



"I don't feel like shutting up," he whispered and I sensed my eyes watering slightly as my heart was pounding with fear mixed with hope. I knew what was to come next and Merlin knows how much I wanted it. Without taking his eyes from mine, he leaned forward and in no time he was so close that I could count the freckles on his nose.



That was it. Since then I've been feeling so happy that even teachers have noticed and other Hogwarts students have understood something is going on between us and if it hadn't been for the school's strict guidelines I wouldn't hesitate to 'Sonorus' my voice and shout for all of Hogwarts to know that Ron Weasley is now My Ron. And if you want to know something, it feels great to fall for your best friend. Especially if he adores you. And you adore him too.





~The End~

[cool_remix fan]

hey smruti awesome.i really clapped sitting in front of ma comp.so sweet n cool yaar.

adeena:)

[remix_is_the_best]

The Unpredictable
By Jitterbug Perfume







This was written before book five came out. Hermoine's PoV.



I honestly don't know how it all happened. It was like a big bang in my mind. A bomb that was counting down till the great blast that brought the realisation to me. That's how it feels when you fall for your best friend.



I must admit I sometimes looked down to him in the past. I was the smart, law-abiding model student and he was nothing more than a rebel. A rebel everybody found way more interesting than me. Once, this made me feel frustrated but now it's one of the things I love most about him. His sense of humour.



I kind of realised my feelings about him in the summer before our fifth year. Once again I had been asked by Viktor Krum to visit but while I was writing my reply to him, another face was wandering in my mind. I was terrified. The thought of losing his friendship because of what I felt scared me so much, that I kept it silent from everyone.



Well... almost everyone, Ginny found out soon afterwards. I would never be able to hide a thing like this from Ginny. You see, although Harry and Ron are the people whom I hang around with most, Ginny is a girl and every girl needs a best friend of their own sex to chat with. She knows me better than everyone else and her advice was to wait for him to reveal his feelings about me. If his feelings for me were more than just friendly ones.



It was Harry who brought it round one day. I was helping him complete an essay for Snape in the library when he suddenly abandoned his quill and made me look at him.





"Is there something going on?"



I, naturally, didn't understand. Or didn't want to understand. I asked what he meant and he did something I knew he had taken from me. Rolled his eyes. "Between you and Ron of course."



"We haven't fought if-"



"You like him don't you?" he asked me and I felt my heart beating thrice as fast as usual. I took in a deep breath and returned to my parchment.



"What could make you say that?" I hoped that my voice sounded indifferent enough, which apparently didn't as Harry raised an eyebrow.



"Come on now, Hermione, I've seen how you look at him and I'm not the only one who has noticed," Harry said airily and I gave him a horrified look and he said that Ginny had noticed as well.



I sighed with relief and admitted that, yes, Ginny was aware of it, only to bite my tongue a second later and curse myself on letting Harry know. He gave me a triumphant look and swung his chair on the back two legs.



"He also likes you, you know," he said plainly as if he'd just pointed out that Butterbeer is served hot. My jaw dropped in surprise.



"Why don't you talk to him?"



"Are you nuts, Harry?"



"Why not? He knows anyway." Harry smiled goofily and I found myself in one of the few moments in my life where I didn't know what to say.



I must have looked mortified because Harry laughed silently and added "We haven't told him of course, but he knows deep inside."



I knew that by we he meant himself and Ginny. I sighed and he reached for his quill again.



"Talk to him."



My conversation with Harry left me deep in thought. Yes, Ron might like me, but I still panicked. What if we got together and something happened to ruin it all and put an end to our friendship?



Losing Ron would kill me so I didn't say anything despite Ginny's constant badgering. I feel bad to say that I got distant with him and I arranged that our only time together was during prefect patrolling. Had it been up to me I would have avoided those as well.



Ron of course understood there was something fishy going on. I had ignored him in the past after our fights but this was different. I was avoiding him. I'd never avoided Ron before.



It was Sunday evening and we were walking down the Charms corridor when I yawned widely. I had stayed up till three o' clock in the morning studying for a Transfiguration exam the previous night and I felt dead.



"Tired?" he asked, trying to get me to talk to him. When I nodded he smiled.



"Maybe now I can finally get you to tell me what your big secret is."



I felt my insides going numb. Stopping dead in my tracks, I managed to recompose myself and speak up.



"I have no secrets from you, Ron."



He snorted and made me look at him. It was the first time in months.



"You're keeping something from me. I'm not stupid."



That was it. I was cornered. I either had to lie or not answer him. Either way would mean the end of our friendship.



"And what if I do? I think you already know anyway."



Ron looked down and sighed.



"Yeah" he said "I think I know." He looked back at me and smiled. I was still daunted though. Sue me. Not looking at him I spoke.



"I think it's time we shut up about my secret then and move on."



I almost felt his smile vanishing seconds before he touched my elbow and made me look at him again.



"I don't feel like shutting up," he whispered and I sensed my eyes watering slightly as my heart was pounding with fear mixed with hope. I knew what was to come next and Merlin knows how much I wanted it. Without taking his eyes from mine, he leaned forward and in no time he was so close that I could count the freckles on his nose.



That was it. Since then I've been feeling so happy that even teachers have noticed and other Hogwarts students have understood something is going on between us and if it hadn't been for the school's strict guidelines I wouldn't hesitate to 'Sonorus' my voice and shout for all of Hogwarts to know that Ron Weasley is now My Ron. And if you want to know something, it feels great to fall for your best friend. Especially if he adores you. And you adore him too.





~The End~


hey smruti it's soooooooooooo cooooool!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i just wanted this 2 happen in d books!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! its soooooooooo sweet..........i mean ron and hermione confessing their luc fr each other!!!!!!!!


luv tanu

[juhirocks!!]

hey smriti, sweet 1
sorry, cudnt rely b4

[smruti]

thankies juhi adeena n tanu!!

[smruti]

Hey Guys, I just realised that we haven't got any fanfic thread and thought of doing the Shree Ganesh...So what are you waiting for...write some stuff!!!


Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ron."

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Tell me how was it??? (BE SPECIFIC)
Smruti:)



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His grin slowly faded. "We probably are in danger, Hermione. You're right, it's too late to change that." He paused to pick up a handful of sand, letting it shift slowly through his open fingers. "I figure if we do run up against him, damned if I'll be too scared to call him by his name."

Ron's change in tone made Hermione's eyes suddenly fill with warm tears. This was too serious; they were too young for this. The morning had warmed up considerably, but it felt as if her insides had turned to ice. She pulled in her knees, hugging them close to her body.

Ron noticed. "Are you cold?"

Hermione blinked rapidly, looking away. "Yeah, I guess. Should've brought a jacket. I didn't think about it being so chilly in July."

Ron hesitated, then leaned in and carefully put an arm around her shoulders. "Is this warmer?"

Hermione dared a glance at him. His face was quite red; she imagined her own was a perfect match. She swiped at her eyes. "Yes, that's better."

"So," he said, quietly, "when we see Harry, we tell him he's being a stupid git, we're not abandoning him, and to get over himself?"

She offered him a small smile. "Absolutely."

"Good." He paused. "I wish we could've brought our brooms. This'd be a great place to ride."

Hermione welcomed the change of topic. "Too bad this isn't a wizard community. Although I think your Dad’s enjoying his new Muggle clothes."

Ron grinned. "He was beside himself when he heard he couldn't wear robes. He really wanted to go all out, even to the point of asking Mum to cook the Muggle way."

"What did she say?"

"No. Told him he could spend his vacation eating burnt food if he wanted, but she wasn't going to. She backed him up about the brooms, though."

"I'm sure you'll live," she gently teased, "It's only be for ten days."

"I know, but I could use the practice." He hesitated. "Fred and George want me to try out for Oliver Wood’s old position once term starts."

"Ron, that’s wonderful!" She'd watched enough quidditch with Ron to know how much he loved the sport.

"Really?" he asked, sounding uncertain. "I mean, you don’t think anyone'll say I'm trying out just because Harry's on the team, do you?"

"Ron!" Hermione nudged him. "Of course not! You don’t really think that, do you?"

He shrugged. "No. But I know some people do."

"Well, their opinion doesn't count. And you're so good at chess strategy - I think you'll make a wonderful Keeper."

"Oh, right," he said gruffly, ducking his head. But Hermione thought he looked pleased.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Hermione shrieked, and Ron leapt to his feet. When he saw who it was, he clutched at his chest."Give me a heart attack, why don't you, Harry," he gasped, breathing hard. "Could you not sneak up like that again? Ever?"

Harry grinned at them. He was barefoot, swinging his trainers by their laces. He dropped to the sand next to Hermione.

"Not my fault you weren’t paying attention."

Hermione blushed. "We were just talking."

"Yeah, I could tell," Harry said. He looked amused.

Ron sat back on the other side of Hermione and glared at Harry. "Look, wear a bell or something next time, okay?"

Hermione was careful not to look at Ron, as she was quite sure she would implode if their eyes met. "What're you doing out here?" she asked.

Harry wiped his glasses on the sleeve of his sweatshirt. "Your mum's making breakfast. I was drafted to find you two." He settled his glasses back on his nose and squinted at the ocean. "It's pretty here, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is. I was just telling Ron how nice it was of his family to invite us. Both of us."

Harry leaned around Hermione. "I take it that means you told her?" he asked wryly.

Ron raised an eyebrow. "That rubbish about not coming on holiday with us? Sure, I told her."

Harry frowned. "That wasn't exactly a fair thing to do, just showing up in the fireplace like that."

Ron laughed shortly. "You didn't exactly give me a choice, did you."

"Really, Harry, what were you thinking?" Hermione began. "Did you honestly think we were just going to let you stop speaking to us?"

Harry shrugged, but didn't answer. He became very interested in tracing a pattern in the sand with his index finger.

"Harry," Hermione sighed. She caught his restless hand and squeezed it tightly. "Look, you're not in this alone. We're your friends."

"I'm sorry," he blurted, his brow crinkling. "I just…" he shrugged again. "I'm sorry."

Hermione realized his apology was about more than just the summer. She looked to Ron, who was contemplating Harry.

"Just don't do it again, okay?" Ron said. He shuddered. "Trust me, I have no desire to ever pop in on the Dursleys like that again."

"Okay," Harry said, offering a tight smile that didn't reach his eyes.

Hermione squeezed his hand again. "Well, good," she said, and pretended to wipe sweat from her brow. "That's settled. Now let's go back. I'm starving." She stood, pulling Harry with her, and looked down at Ron. She liked the glint of sunlight on his red hair. She also liked the way he was looking at her. "Coming, Ron?" she asked. She extended her other hand.

Ron stood and placed his hand in hers, carefully twining his fingers around her own. "Yeah," he said, smiling into her eyes. "I'm hungry too." His expression suddenly changed to a glare. "What?"

"Nothing, nothing," Harry said hastily, wiping the smirk from his face. "We better go, your mum's making blueberry waffles. Wouldn't want Fred and George to finish them off."

"Blueberry waffles? Why didn't you say so earlier?" Ron feigned alarm. "Forget Fred and George, Ginny's the one to watch for - she adores waffles. We'd better hurry!"

Hermione laughed. "Then stop talking and move!" she tugged at them.

They were still holding hands when they reached the cottage.

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sorry fr being so late here's the last part! enjoy!
His grin slowly faded. "We probably are in danger, Hermione. You're right, it's too late to change that." He paused to pick up a handful of sand, letting it shift slowly through his open fingers. "I figure if we do run up against him, damned if I'll be too scared to call him by his name."

Ron's change in tone made Hermione's eyes suddenly fill with warm tears. This was too serious; they were too young for this. The morning had warmed up considerably, but it felt as if her insides had turned to ice. She pulled in her knees, hugging them close to her body.

Ron noticed. "Are you cold?"

Hermione blinked rapidly, looking away. "Yeah, I guess. Should've brought a jacket. I didn't think about it being so chilly in July."

Ron hesitated, then leaned in and carefully put an arm around her shoulders. "Is this warmer?"

Hermione dared a glance at him. His face was quite red; she imagined her own was a perfect match. She swiped at her eyes. "Yes, that's better."

"So," he said, quietly, "when we see Harry, we tell him he's being a stupid git, we're not abandoning him, and to get over himself?"

She offered him a small smile. "Absolutely."

"Good." He paused. "I wish we could've brought our brooms. This'd be a great place to ride."

Hermione welcomed the change of topic. "Too bad this isn't a wizard community. Although I think your Dad’s enjoying his new Muggle clothes."

Ron grinned. "He was beside himself when he heard he couldn't wear robes. He really wanted to go all out, even to the point of asking Mum to cook the Muggle way."

"What did she say?"

"No. Told him he could spend his vacation eating burnt food if he wanted, but she wasn't going to. She backed him up about the brooms, though."

"I'm sure you'll live," she gently teased, "It's only be for ten days."

"I know, but I could use the practice." He hesitated. "Fred and George want me to try out for Oliver Wood’s old position once term starts."

"Ron, that’s wonderful!" She'd watched enough quidditch with Ron to know how much he loved the sport.

"Really?" he asked, sounding uncertain. "I mean, you don’t think anyone'll say I'm trying out just because Harry's on the team, do you?"

"Ron!" Hermione nudged him. "Of course not! You don’t really think that, do you?"

He shrugged. "No. But I know some people do."

"Well, their opinion doesn't count. And you're so good at chess strategy - I think you'll make a wonderful Keeper."

"Oh, right," he said gruffly, ducking his head. But Hermione thought he looked pleased.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Hermione shrieked, and Ron leapt to his feet. When he saw who it was, he clutched at his chest."Give me a heart attack, why don't you, Harry," he gasped, breathing hard. "Could you not sneak up like that again? Ever?"

Harry grinned at them. He was barefoot, swinging his trainers by their laces. He dropped to the sand next to Hermione.

"Not my fault you weren’t paying attention."

Hermione blushed. "We were just talking."

"Yeah, I could tell," Harry said. He looked amused.

Ron sat back on the other side of Hermione and glared at Harry. "Look, wear a bell or something next time, okay?"

Hermione was careful not to look at Ron, as she was quite sure she would implode if their eyes met. "What're you doing out here?" she asked.

Harry wiped his glasses on the sleeve of his sweatshirt. "Your mum's making breakfast. I was drafted to find you two." He settled his glasses back on his nose and squinted at the ocean. "It's pretty here, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is. I was just telling Ron how nice it was of his family to invite us. Both of us."

Harry leaned around Hermione. "I take it that means you told her?" he asked wryly.

Ron raised an eyebrow. "That rubbish about not coming on holiday with us? Sure, I told her."

Harry frowned. "That wasn't exactly a fair thing to do, just showing up in the fireplace like that."

Ron laughed shortly. "You didn't exactly give me a choice, did you."

"Really, Harry, what were you thinking?" Hermione began. "Did you honestly think we were just going to let you stop speaking to us?"

Harry shrugged, but didn't answer. He became very interested in tracing a pattern in the sand with his index finger.

"Harry," Hermione sighed. She caught his restless hand and squeezed it tightly. "Look, you're not in this alone. We're your friends."

"I'm sorry," he blurted, his brow crinkling. "I just…" he shrugged again. "I'm sorry."

Hermione realized his apology was about more than just the summer. She looked to Ron, who was contemplating Harry.

"Just don't do it again, okay?" Ron said. He shuddered. "Trust me, I have no desire to ever pop in on the Dursleys like that again."

"Okay," Harry said, offering a tight smile that didn't reach his eyes.

Hermione squeezed his hand again. "Well, good," she said, and pretended to wipe sweat from her brow. "That's settled. Now let's go back. I'm starving." She stood, pulling Harry with her, and looked down at Ron. She liked the glint of sunlight on his red hair. She also liked the way he was looking at her. "Coming, Ron?" she asked. She extended her other hand.

Ron stood and placed his hand in hers, carefully twining his fingers around her own. "Yeah," he said, smiling into her eyes. "I'm hungry too." His expression suddenly changed to a glare. "What?"

"Nothing, nothing," Harry said hastily, wiping the smirk from his face. "We better go, your mum's making blueberry waffles. Wouldn't want Fred and George to finish them off."

"Blueberry waffles? Why didn't you say so earlier?" Ron feigned alarm. "Forget Fred and George, Ginny's the one to watch for - she adores waffles. We'd better hurry!"

Hermione laughed. "Then stop talking and move!" she tugged at them.

They were still holding hands when they reached the cottage.


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[smruti]

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hey ppl here's a new fanfic............
well its not by me but its by ~Sirius*Ysh~ from i-f

enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

first kiss..........james/lily

James was walking down the corridor in the dead of the night… It was way past curfew, but what the heck he was head boy! A really popular head boy with a personality that made him the most sought after boy in Hogwarts… well one of the three at least! He had to admit Remus was pretty popular too! But well he wasn’t here worrying about Remus’ furry little problem or anything… he was here to play a trick…and unlike others this was for his best friend… a really well deserved trick, he thought.



It had been less than a week ago when he was about to ask Evans out… again… but this time it was different. He had actually behaved himself for a week and he did deserve a treat for that… and that’s what he was planning on getting himself before his darling best friend spoiled it all… He was behaving himself very well and polite… and Lily actually looked like she was considering it before Sirius came along and reminded her of all the reasons why she DIDN’T accept his offer before… he did just that… And James was left fuming unable to stop him or deny it for he knew very well Lily knew the truth about it… and he decided he was going to get his revenge and now was the time…


He smiled to himself wickedly as he thought of what exactly he had planned for his good, loyal friend. He believed in fair and square, James did. If Sirius played with his food he would ply with Sirius’ food. If Sirius played with his romance life… so would James. And James had so much more scope than Sirius did…


A final spell was going to do it… He brought his wand out and muttered a spell. And it was done. James stepped back to admire his own handwork. Perfect! He chucked to himself as he twirled his wand around his fingers, just picturing the look on Sirius’ face… He would give his left arm to see it! Grinning satisfied; James turned around and strode down the corridor with pride in his walk.


He had gotten away with it… Well there was no doubt he wouldn’t but well the fact that he did… yea he was the best, wasn’t he… that could be a problem because Lily didn’t seem to want the best…. But could he, THE James Potter, be any less than the best? He just couldn’t seem to help it! And his Lily couldn’t seem to see it either… but she would… eventually… BANG!


Owww! He had walked straight into a wall… he massaged his shoulder cursing the wall silently before something struck him. Did the Hogwarts walls have sharp projections? Before he could develop that thought further he sensed movement… it was too dark to see something but his eyes had gotten accustomed to the dark by now and he could see some figure trying to get up from the ground. He glared at the faceless figure, massaging his poor shoulder. The figure straightened up and James saw that it was a girl. And she seemed to be holding her mouth. He heard her mutter something but couldn’t make out what she said.


“What?” he asked, not caring to lower his voice. He was head boy! But he got his answer the second later when a bright light illuminated the corridor and he could finally see who it was that had tried to physically harm him. His heart gave a momentary thud and raced. He found himself staring into the blazing green depths of Lily Evan’s eyes. And boy they didn’t look happy. She seemed to be adjusting her teeth with one hand while holding her wand with the other. He stopped massaging his shoulder and started at her in shock and awe. How was it that she managed to look beautiful even when it was the dead of the night and she hadn’t even bothered to put her hair in its clip properly. But the tendrils coming down from her pony just made her look even more attractive and he could think of doing only one thing in this scarcely lit corridor where the two of them were all alone… no Sirius around too!


But she didn’t seem to be sharing his thoughts… in fact she seemed to be saying something to him… he could see her lips move but not hear anything.


“What?” he repeated leaning in further.


“For God’s sake lower your voice Potter! You might wake up the portraits!” she hissed. Portraits!? She was worried about portraits when all he could think of was snogging her senseless? POTRAITS?


“Sure…” he muttered sarcastically, “we gotta do what the portraits say don’t we?’


“Don’t get sarcastic with me Potter! What are you doing here at this hour?” she asked authoritatively, narrowing her eyes suspiciously at him.


“I could ask you the same thing!” he replied pat-back grinning.


“I’m head girl!” she replied hotly, putting her hands on her hips, diverting the tip of the light source to the floor casting them in some more darkness.


“Well I’m head boy!” he said imitating her actions and voice. Why did she have to dim the lights now? Didn’t she know what the sight of her in such scarce light was doing to him? She wasn’t that stupid!


“Urgh! Potter I swear…” and she stopped short as she glanced behind him. Uh-oh! He had totally forgotten about that! He was unable to see the change of expressions on her face but he could very well imagine them. Years of staring at her had etched every small expression of hers in his mind. Especially those of her in anger. He braced himself, getting ready for the telling off. He waited and waited for her to burst.


And she did.


James thought that she was crying.


“Lily… Lily don’t cry! Ill… I’ll take it down… I didn’t think it would disturb you so much…” he said holding his hands out anxiously to hold her.


“D-D… Disturb me?” and she hooted and James realized that she was laughing. Well it wasn’t really unexpected as she wasn’t so much against the marauders playing tricks on each other. And she didn’t seem to be caring much about the portraits anymore! James knew that this trick was damn funny.


Sirius had a small black book filled with the girls he dated and rated on the Sirius-scale. And the ratings (ranging from 1 – 10) would depend on so many aspects. The concept of Sirius-scale was known throughout Hogwarts but only the marauders had ever seen it in use. And now the lowest of the girls in Sirius’ books were blown up for the whole school to see… And Sirius would write little comments about them in the margin and he had blown that up as well…


He smiled and turned to see Lily who was reading out each of the comments and laughing at them. Her wand was on the floor and it had reduced them to a state of candlelight darkness. And seeing Lily laughing so lively next to him… well there was only so much a guy could take. He caught hold of her arm and whirled her around to face him. Her throat caught in a gasp and before she could catch her breath, his lips sought hers. She didn’t have time to think. She just responded, melting into his kiss. She had never imagined that kissing James would be so… so… so real and so… nice…


As for James, it was all the things he had imagined and much better. She was so cuddly… and vulnerable… and so … so… right… It was all he wanted! Well almost… there was still one thing… but that would have to wait. Right now he was too busy kissing her…


i hope u like it.............

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[smruti]

ThankQ Tanu for posting the fic. Its awesome

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ThankQ Tanu for posting the fic. Its awesome


awwww.......im soooooooo happy u liked it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
but give d real credit 2 dat person frm i-f

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