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cassievalentineYou people need to post more. Even after unjoining for hp_grsphics, since everyone just cross posts, 90% of my flist is still icons. Come on now! I want some post posts!! More damn you! More!
Had a request to continue on with Lost and Found, the little ficlett I wrote for today's challenge. I just might do that.
I'm not sure if this has been realized yet, but the person that made that suggestion was also involved in banning me (*Squee!!*) from the HarryHermione community. Am highly amused. And giggling like a school girl right now out of sheer amusement of recalling those events.
Recap:
I'm a troll Troll Troll troll! H/Hr Sucks! R/Hr all the way! Troll!!
*Stumbles in, doesn't read the whole post. Ignores.*
Wank! Wank! Wank! bitch bitch bitch!!
*Yawn.* *Reads wanks/troll again. * *Grumble*. Posts reply.
WANK!! SPAM! RUDENESS!
WANK! SPAM! RUDENESS!!
SHAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BAN!!!!!!!!!!!
SQUEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Finds fandom_wank thread* SQUEE!!!!!!!!!!!!11111111111111
So, yeah, that was it in a nut shell. Cool eh?
TitleLost and Found
Part2
RatingG, for now.
Spoilers The books/movies
SummaryHarry and Hermione have a late night talk at the Burrow that leads them to something new.
Ron watched Hermione and Harry over his breakfast the next morning. They were a little . . . .off. He didn't say anything as he ate and puzzled over things. He knew that Hermione had gotten to the Burrow pretty late last night, so he could chalk her up to being tired but Harry . . . He was pretty sure it wasn't a nightmare, he hadn't had any since Voldemort had been disposed of. Maybe it was the heat. It didn't bother him at all, but he had grown up in that sweltering little room.
"Don't stare, Ronald, it's impolite," Hermione nagged as she glanced over the top of her book. He shook his head and snorted a little. Same old Hermione.
"Fancy some quidditch mate? Fred and George said they might stop by later today. We could get a small game going," Ron suggested. "Harry?" he asked again when he got no response. Ron banged his spoon against his cup and Harry's head jerked around to look at him. "Quidditch? Fred and George might come by."
"Oh, right, sure," he said after a second. "Sounds good," he said as he flashed a smile before starting to eat. Once he was sure that Ron was satisfied with his answer, he let his mind wander to last night. While Harry had appreciated Hermione's efforts to 'girlify' herself as she had called it, there was something about Plain Hermione that he liked a little more and he had seen Plain Hermione in all her glory last night. He had loved it. Her hair was still a little crazy when she didn't do anything with it, he liked her eyes better without the light eye shadow she had taken to wearing. "I think I'll take a walk," he said suddenly as he got up, his breakfast only half eaten and headed out the door. Ron watched him go, a little confused and turned quickly to question Hermione, only to see her eyes flicker from the page of her book briefly and he saw something that he hadn't seen in a while, a little touch of fear.
"What did you do after you got here last night?" he asked her. She looked up from her book and furrowed her brow at him.
"Honestly, why would you think I did anything?" she asked him as she closed her book rather forcefully and headed towards the door. Ron sighed and flopped back in his chair, leaning his head back and running his hands through his hair. He was more than slightly confused and frustrated.
***
"Maybe we should just ignore what happened last night," Hermione called out to Harry when they were out of ear shot of the kitchen. He stopped dead in his tracks and stared at her.
"Why?" he asked as he watched her draw near. She stopped a few feet in front of him and wrung her hands for a moment.
"Things are already awkward between us and I think Ron has picked up on that," she explained to him, looking everywhere but at him. "It's not . . That is I don't think that testing a theory or what ever this is, is worth loosing what we already have."
"And what do we already have, Hermione?" he asked, not really understanding what was wrong. He didn't think things were particularly awkward between them. And to hell with what Ron had figured out.
This comment threw her. What did they already have? A friendship that was so intimate, most people had to be married to each other for years before they had one like it, at least as far as she was concerned.
"I can't believe you just asked me that," she said as she did finally look him in the eye.
"We've got a friendship Hermione, nothing more. What's so wrong with trying to see if there is something more?" he asked, taking a step closer.
"Loosing that friendship over seeing if there's something more!" she exclaimed. She couldn't believe he hadn't thought about this. Harry may not have the emotional range of a tea spoon, but it was pretty close.
"We're not going to loose it," he assured her. "You can't just loose something like that," he said, grasping her shoulders and giving her a little shake. She crossed her arms and glared up at him. "You can't!" he insisted.
"No, you can just strain it so much that you wish you could loose it," she said, lowering her voice slightly. He sighed and understood. They were still just friends and things were already getting more complicated.
"I won't let that happen," he said, removing his hands from her shoulders and taking one of her hands in his. He rubbed a thumb softly over the back of her hand and she watched it for a moment.
"Some times you can't help it," she whispered.
"I won't," he assured her again, edging his way a little closer to her. He watched as she licked her lips quickly before chewing on the bottom one briefly.
"There you are!" Came a cry from behind them and they broke apart. He dropped her hand and they stepped away from each other slightly. They both turned to see Ron jogging over the hill. He glanced between the two of them for a moment and hoped he wasn't blushing too noticeably; he understood what this morning was about now. "So, uh, I just wanted to tell you Fred and George are here, if you still want to play that is," he said, looking everywhere but at them and running a hand through his hair.
"Yeah, I'll be right there," Harry said. "Go get me a good broom," he said with a smile.
"Right," Ron said as he made a quick escape. Harry watched Ron go and turned back to Hermione.
"Meet me tonight?" he asked quietly, hopefully.
"Sure," she said with a nod. He nodded and paused for a moment before he gave her an awkward little wave and ran off to catch up with Ron. She stood int he little gully they had been in for a moment, a little dazed as her mind considered what they might have done had Ron not come over the hill when he had.
Had a request to continue on with Lost and Found, the little ficlett I wrote for today's challenge. I just might do that.
I'm not sure if this has been realized yet, but the person that made that suggestion was also involved in banning me (*Squee!!*) from the HarryHermione community. Am highly amused. And giggling like a school girl right now out of sheer amusement of recalling those events.
Recap:
So, yeah, that was it in a nut shell. Cool eh?
TitleLost and Found
Part2
RatingG, for now.
Spoilers The books/movies
SummaryHarry and Hermione have a late night talk at the Burrow that leads them to something new.
Ron watched Hermione and Harry over his breakfast the next morning. They were a little . . . .off. He didn't say anything as he ate and puzzled over things. He knew that Hermione had gotten to the Burrow pretty late last night, so he could chalk her up to being tired but Harry . . . He was pretty sure it wasn't a nightmare, he hadn't had any since Voldemort had been disposed of. Maybe it was the heat. It didn't bother him at all, but he had grown up in that sweltering little room.
"Don't stare, Ronald, it's impolite," Hermione nagged as she glanced over the top of her book. He shook his head and snorted a little. Same old Hermione.
"Fancy some quidditch mate? Fred and George said they might stop by later today. We could get a small game going," Ron suggested. "Harry?" he asked again when he got no response. Ron banged his spoon against his cup and Harry's head jerked around to look at him. "Quidditch? Fred and George might come by."
"Oh, right, sure," he said after a second. "Sounds good," he said as he flashed a smile before starting to eat. Once he was sure that Ron was satisfied with his answer, he let his mind wander to last night. While Harry had appreciated Hermione's efforts to 'girlify' herself as she had called it, there was something about Plain Hermione that he liked a little more and he had seen Plain Hermione in all her glory last night. He had loved it. Her hair was still a little crazy when she didn't do anything with it, he liked her eyes better without the light eye shadow she had taken to wearing. "I think I'll take a walk," he said suddenly as he got up, his breakfast only half eaten and headed out the door. Ron watched him go, a little confused and turned quickly to question Hermione, only to see her eyes flicker from the page of her book briefly and he saw something that he hadn't seen in a while, a little touch of fear.
"What did you do after you got here last night?" he asked her. She looked up from her book and furrowed her brow at him.
"Honestly, why would you think I did anything?" she asked him as she closed her book rather forcefully and headed towards the door. Ron sighed and flopped back in his chair, leaning his head back and running his hands through his hair. He was more than slightly confused and frustrated.
***
"Maybe we should just ignore what happened last night," Hermione called out to Harry when they were out of ear shot of the kitchen. He stopped dead in his tracks and stared at her.
"Why?" he asked as he watched her draw near. She stopped a few feet in front of him and wrung her hands for a moment.
"Things are already awkward between us and I think Ron has picked up on that," she explained to him, looking everywhere but at him. "It's not . . That is I don't think that testing a theory or what ever this is, is worth loosing what we already have."
"And what do we already have, Hermione?" he asked, not really understanding what was wrong. He didn't think things were particularly awkward between them. And to hell with what Ron had figured out.
This comment threw her. What did they already have? A friendship that was so intimate, most people had to be married to each other for years before they had one like it, at least as far as she was concerned.
"I can't believe you just asked me that," she said as she did finally look him in the eye.
"We've got a friendship Hermione, nothing more. What's so wrong with trying to see if there is something more?" he asked, taking a step closer.
"Loosing that friendship over seeing if there's something more!" she exclaimed. She couldn't believe he hadn't thought about this. Harry may not have the emotional range of a tea spoon, but it was pretty close.
"We're not going to loose it," he assured her. "You can't just loose something like that," he said, grasping her shoulders and giving her a little shake. She crossed her arms and glared up at him. "You can't!" he insisted.
"No, you can just strain it so much that you wish you could loose it," she said, lowering her voice slightly. He sighed and understood. They were still just friends and things were already getting more complicated.
"I won't let that happen," he said, removing his hands from her shoulders and taking one of her hands in his. He rubbed a thumb softly over the back of her hand and she watched it for a moment.
"Some times you can't help it," she whispered.
"I won't," he assured her again, edging his way a little closer to her. He watched as she licked her lips quickly before chewing on the bottom one briefly.
"There you are!" Came a cry from behind them and they broke apart. He dropped her hand and they stepped away from each other slightly. They both turned to see Ron jogging over the hill. He glanced between the two of them for a moment and hoped he wasn't blushing too noticeably; he understood what this morning was about now. "So, uh, I just wanted to tell you Fred and George are here, if you still want to play that is," he said, looking everywhere but at them and running a hand through his hair.
"Yeah, I'll be right there," Harry said. "Go get me a good broom," he said with a smile.
"Right," Ron said as he made a quick escape. Harry watched Ron go and turned back to Hermione.
"Meet me tonight?" he asked quietly, hopefully.
"Sure," she said with a nod. He nodded and paused for a moment before he gave her an awkward little wave and ran off to catch up with Ron. She stood int he little gully they had been in for a moment, a little dazed as her mind considered what they might have done had Ron not come over the hill when he had.
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where...when...
Date: 2004-06-10 10:06 pm (UTC)I am in love with Gambit and Rogue from X-men, and I didn't know that Fan-fiction existed until probably 1999 while browsing some pics of them on the net. It took me another year to start writing a bit of fan-fiction, but I only ever wrote a few. I find that I like to create my own characters in stories because I love character development, but I also find that the best stories to experience are those written in first-person. For me anyway, they really tune into the senses and allow the reader to experience firsthand everything you as the author put down.
But yes, my question, how long did it take you to start writing fan-fic, and what encouraged you to write smut?
Re: where...when...
Date: 2004-06-10 10:19 pm (UTC)I guess, probably about a month or two after I got right into the fandom, about 2 years since I was introduced to it.
Okay, now the smut.
There is a depressing lack of H/Hr smut onthe interent as far as I'm concerned. Hermione/Ron seems to have that market cornered. It was a challenge mostly. I had made attempts to write some when I was active in the Andromeda fandom and it was just embarassing. (Yes, it is on the internet if you want to read it. No, you have to find it on your own.) I guess this was a monkey see, monkey do type thing. I got drawn into reading it becuause there were some pretty bitchin' plots in some of the smut. Then again, most of it is like reading those cheap romance novels so, we all have our vices. Oh hell, who am I kidding? Who doesn't enjoy a little pr0n now and again?? I'm just doing my part to corrupt the people of the world.
Answer your questions??
Re: where...when...
Date: 2004-06-10 10:24 pm (UTC)I have a hard time writing Porn or smut. I always feel like my mother is leaning over my shoulder watching me. Now as for reading it, I do quite enjoy it.
Have you ever read the book, "The Crimson Petal and the White"? It is about a Prostitute named Sugar in the 1800s, and it's written by a guy. The point I'm making here is that when I read that, i noticed just how differently men write about sex compared to women. Men are entirely graphic and write about entirely different parts of the Sexperience, whereas women tend to lean more to the Passion, the Intensity, the overall romance of it.
You should check out some Sex plots written by guys. Strange stuff.
Strange, but alluring. ;)
Re: where...when...
Date: 2004-06-11 05:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-10 10:48 pm (UTC)Well very nice little update. OK I'm hooked already, I'll wait for more of course.
Is far as the banning thingy is concerned. I hope you don't think I had anything to do with that. I just tried to reason with everyone, but have to MOD powers over there. Only at Portkey *wink* I have no problems with you. your cool in my book.
I posted a new peice of art on my Lj today. I post lots of stuff no just icons. ^_^
no subject
Date: 2004-06-11 05:42 am (UTC)Yes, I am an odd child.
Glad you liked it. Shall head over later, am doing my "OMG! 7 hours witout the comp! WIthdrawl! Withdrawl!" mornign email check.