I'm starting to like this Ania.. *giggles*

Awesome posting Mione

*pets Draco*... I actually feel sorry for him =/

That was so cute. Ania makes me laugh. She sounds so adult like. She doesnt sound like a little girl. Loved the post!!!
And Hermione knows she still loves RON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PAMSOID!!!!!!!!!!!!! PAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Steph*

Again, I find myself saying, I'll come back later, edit and read, because it seems like I have NO TIME!

LOL, so I'll be back, don't worry =D

I'll definitely PM you the story as soon as I get a free two minutes

Alrighty!

Toodle pip!

Love
.:Adrienne:.

I like Ania. She's funny. Sweet on Ron....hehe. Everyone knows Harry's name because he's AWESOME! PAMS PAMS PAMS!

Thank you so much Lili, Britt, Steph, and Adrienne! I would reply indivdually...but SS has been acting weird for me and keeps kicking me off or not let me on so I'm not taking any chances and making this fast. Here is another little post for you...and I'll have more soon! *huggles* Thanks and enjoy!!!


Hermione French braided Ania’s hair as they sat on the bed, Ania’s radio playing Whitney Houston in the background.

‘There’s a boy I know, he’s the one I dream of’
‘Looks into my eyes, takes me to the clouds above’

“What is it like to be in love?” Ania asked, her Russian accent becoming heavier as she became more and more tired.

“I wouldn’t really know.” Hermione answered as she threaded Ania’s curls through her fingers.

‘Ooh I lose control, can’t seem to get enough’
‘When I wake from dreaming, tell me is it really love’

“But, Ron?” Ania turned her head slightly as if she was going to turn around to face Hermione, but then remembered it was being braided.

‘How will I know’
‘How will I know if he really loves me’

“Well…you see…” Hermione paused, unsure of how to phrase what she was about to say. “I have no idea what love feels like. If iteven has a feeling. True, I get butterflies when I see him, or when he smiles at me.” Hermione smiled. “He can make me feel better with a single word or a simple hug. But, I can also hate him so very much I feel like I will burst if I don’t get away from him fast enough. He can get under my skin and I can do nothing but scream and yell…

“I’ve known Ron for a long time. I’ve had feelings for him that I’ve never had for anyone else.” Hermione tied a hair-tie to the finished braid and began on the other side. “But, love…I just don’t know.”

‘Falling in love is all bitter sweet’
‘This love is strong why do I feel weak’

“I think,” Ania smiled softly and her twelve-year-old face brimmed with absolute certainty, “it is love.”

Hermione laughed, “Well, we’ll see.”

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Theres a boy I know, hes the one I dream of
Looks into my eyes, takes me to the clouds above
Ooh I lose control, cant seem to get enough
When I wake from dreaming, tell me is it really love
How will I know (dont trust your feelings)
How will I know
How will I know (love can be deceiving)
How will I know
How will I know if he really loves me
I say a prayer with every heart beat
I fall in love whenever we meet
Im asking you what you know about these things
How will I know if hes thinking of me
I try to phone but Im too shy (cant speak)
Falling in love is all bitter sweet
This love is strong why do I feel weak
Oh, wake me, Im shaking, wish I had you near me now
Said theres no mistaking, what I feel is really love
How will I know (dont trust your feelings)
How will I know
How will I know (love can be deceiving)
How will I know
How will I know if he really loves me
I say a prayer with every heart beat
I fall in love whenever we meet
Im asking you what you know about these things
How will I know if hes thinking of me
I try to phone but Im too shy (cant speak)
Falling in love is all bitter sweet
This love is strong why do I feel weak
If he loves me, if he loves me not
If he loves me, if he loves me not
If he loves me, if he loves me not
How will I know (dont trust your feelings)
How will I know
How will I know (love can be deceiving)
How will I know
How will I know if he really loves me
I say a prayer with every heart beat
I fall in love whenever we meet
Im asking you what you know about these things
How will I know if hes thinking of me
I try to phone but Im too shy (cant speak)
Falling in love is all bitter sweet
This love is strong why do I feel weak

-Whitney Houston, How Will I Know

I don't know about you all...but I love 80's music. And I always pictures Ania as listening to it...lol

*Mione

Cute little post. I think Hermione's in love, but she's just denying it!!! PAMS PAMS PAMS!

Thanks Lili!!

Okay here is another one!! Are you all in the mood for some Harry and Ginny?? I hope so...if not don't read. Enjoy!

Harry gazed out the airplane window at the inky black sky, the stars looked as if they were dancing…they looked so close it was almost as if he, Harry, was apart of the sky. He shook his head at this foolish notion. Lately he’d been full of these ‘foolish notions’. Being in love did that to you…

He shifted his gaze from the window to the beautiful red haired woman sleeping against his shoulder. Harry couldn’t remember ever feeling as happy as he did right now. He and Ginny had decided to fly home on an airplane rather than apparate because they wanted some more time with just the two of them. Their time in Florence had passed to quickly for either of their likings.

Harry’s grin broadened as he recalled every moment they had spent together, it had all just seemed so right. He couldn’t imagine being anywhere else then where he had been then, and where he was right now.

He held Ginny’s hand in his own, his thumb slowly tracing circles on her hand.

Harry was no fool…he knew he was lucky to be alive. Lucky to be sitting here beside the person he loved most in the entire world, the one whom he had survived for. He had watched almost every person he had cared for die before his very eyes…he always had felt so alone. But then Ginny saved him.

Everyone called him a ‘hero’. But, truthfully, he thought, he wasn’t. If it hadn’t been for Ginny’s presence in his heart, he would have died three years ago. He was just a man who had fought for his life, so he could finally live it.

Harry continued to stare at Ginny…he began to count her freckles.

“Stop staring Harry,” Ginny muttered as she snuggled closer, “you make me want to look back.”

“I can’t help it. Did you know you had 25 freckles on the left side of your face?” Harry said as he squeezed her hand. Ginny laughed softly. “I love you so much, Ginny.”

Ginny’s large brown eyes fluttered open; she looked up into Harry’s dazzling green eyes, “I love you too.” She leaned closer, her free hand threaded through his messy jet-black hair and pulled his head closer to her own, and she kissed him. Ginny pulled away first, “So very much.” She laid her head back on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

Harry still held Ginny's hand and he didn’t really plan on ever letting go.

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Something in your eyes
Makes me want to lose myself
Makes me want to lose myself
In your arms
There's something in your voice
Makes my heart beat fast
Hope this feeling lasts
The rest of my life
If you knew how lonely my life has been
And how long I've felt so low
If you knew how I wanted someone to come along
And change my life the way you've done
Feels like home to me
Feels like home to me
Feels like I'm all the way back where
I come from
Feels like home to me
Feels like home to me
Feels like I'm all the way back where I belong
A window breaks down a long dark street
And a siren wails in the night
But I'm alright 'cause I have you here with me
And I can almost see through the dark there's light
If you knew how much this moment means to me
And how long I've waited for your touch
If you knew how happy you are making me
I've never thought I'd love anyone so much
Feels like home to me
Feels like home to me
Feels like I'm all the way back where
I come from
Feels like home to me
Feels like home to me
Feels like I'm all the way back where I belong
Feels like I'm all the way back where I belong

Chantal Kreviazuk- Feels Like Home

Sorry for all the posts with songs...but this song just reminds me of Harry and Ginny so much

*Mione

AWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!! That was cute! Hehe...25 freckles. That was a really good post! I like Harry/Ginny stuff. PAMS PAMS PAMS!

Love the post Mione!! Awww Harry is so cute. Counting her freckles and everything. And that is so something Ginny would say

And Ania...Ania Ania Ania. I love that little girl. She is so smart I totally agree with her. Hermione is feeling love, for Ron!!! I hope Hermione realizes this soon. Or even better, Ania sets her straight and she goes back to Ron!

Anywayz...before I got all ideative (I dont even know if that is a word ...) I wanted to say I loved the post Mione! Oh wait I did say that, so instead im now saying Awsome Post!!! PAMS!!!!!!!!

*Steph*

That was so adorable. I loved it Mione <3333

ADORABLE posts =D I loved them all so much, this story is incredible. You should be proud

Much love
.:Adrienne:.

that was great
i love h/g-ness, its so cute
pams pams pams

Thanks!!! Well...you'll see!! lol Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked the H/G, cause there will def. be some more! lol *hugs*

You are too funny Steph. If it's not a word it so should be because it sounds awesome lol. Thanks so much!! *huggles*

Thank you !!!!!

Thank so much Adrienne! *shuffles feet nervously* I'm just so happy you're all reading it...I can't even tell you how happy it makes me to come back and see your replies *huggles*

Thanks Alex!! *hug*


Thank you all! =-) Sorry for my couple days of missing in action. I've been typing stuff for my Dad for his classes. Well I'm going to have some posts for you tonight. Here is the first of many...I give you Ron.

Enjoy and Thank you all



The clock hanging on the wall chimed the time, it was as if it was reminding Ron of the promise he had made to his mother yesterday that he would be home in time for dinner with the family; all of whom was going to be assembled at the Weasley house that night for Harry and Ginny’s returning.

He knew he should leave now, after all it was already half-past five and his mother liked to eat dinner at six. But, he looked down at his messy desk and shuffled through all the papers he needed to be, and should be, working on…he did promise though and if there was one thing he never did was go back on a promise.

Ron groaned…it wasn’t just work that was keeping his bottom glued to his seat. He didn’t want to see Harry. Well, that wasn’t completely truthful. He did want to see Harry, and Ginny, but he didn’t want to see them together. Wow, Ron shook his head, now that sounded selfish. But, it was almost as if their happiness was mocking his melancholy state. No, he thought, it didn’t sound selfish…he was being selfish. But, any chance he could have at happiness had fled the country for God’s sake…

Ron’s heart sank…he shouldn’t think like this. Hermione wasn’t his only chance at happiness…any chance at being happy he needed to forget these feelings that keep popping up, though quite frequent over the past years, as soon as possible. And Ron knew that seeing Harry and Ginny would not help. Being with his best mate and sister would remind him of how Hermione wasn’t there…like she always had been.

Ron groaned again and rose from his seat, grabbed his cloak and bag, there was no point in delaying going home…if he wasted anymore time his Mother would just yell at him. Something, Ron knew, he would never grow too old for her to do.

He grimaced as he put out the fire, turned out the lights, and Disapparated on the spot.
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Ron listened to the noise that was being emitted from the bustling kitchen as he showered. Mrs. Weasley was running here and there trying to prepare the meal and set up the table so the entire family could fit, they couldn’t go outside after all. Though, Ron knew she was as happy as ever to have the entire family together…especially that she got Ron to come home from work, which was no mean feat…heck even Percy was going to be there (to the utter disgust of almost all the people who would be there).

He shut off the water and wrapped a towel around his waste. Shaking his head slightly to get some of the water out of his hair, Ron walked out of the bathroom. He walked halfway down the hall to his room and stepped in.

He picked out an outfit consisting of jeans and a navy blue sweatshirt. He towel dried his shaggy ginger hair and ran a really small comb through it. He looked into the hand sized mirror on his wall and grimaced, he shook his hand through his hair giving it a thoroughly messy look, “Perfect.”

Ron opened his door and began down the stairs with a slight jump in his step. He was determined to stay happy. “I am going to be happy,” he muttered to himself. Nothing would upset him.

Sorry...short. But there is a BIG one coming. And I don't have it in me to write it tonight. Tomorrow. I promise.

*Mione

Poor Ron *pethuggleshim*

I loved it Mione Especially this line:

Quote:

If he wasted anymore time his Mother would just yell at him. Something, Ron knew, he would never grow too old for her to do.

Can't wait for that big post

Thanks so much Britt *tacklehugs*

Here is a big post...but not the Weasley one...sorry. Enjoy and Thank you!


Hermione’s elbows leaned slightly on the black intricately designed metal siding of the Tripartite Bridge as she gazed at the beautiful Church of the Resurrected Christ, also known as Church of the Savior on Spilled Blood, in front of her.

With gorgeous gold and teal onion domes topped with ornate crosses, a mosaic of Jesus Christ that was centered at the top of the church, multiple, smaller mosaics decorated the exterior, the sparkling winter sun cast a brilliant light on the romantic stained glass windows, the sounds of the Griboedov Canal lapping against the bridges pillars and the distinct, wonderful smell of water beneath her, and a gentle snowfall surrounding her; Hermione had never seen a more breathtaking sight.

Hermione rubbed her gloved hands together, and pulled her blue knitted hat lower over her ears, the flaps that were suppose to be covering her ears were flapping merrily in the wind. She grabbed hold of the stings attached to each flap and tied them securely beneath her chin.

“You look like a little Eskimo,” Todd laughed as he watched Hermione look back over towards the church.

“Well, I am determined to stay warm.” The parts of her face that she could still feel, felt raw from the bitter wind. Her nose and cheeks were a brilliant cherry red. She smiled beneath the scarf that was wrapped around her neck, “While I may look like an Eskimo, you look freezing!”

Hermione looked over to Todd who was standing right at her elbow, leaning very casually against the railing as she was. He was wearing a rather thin looking black jacket, a pair of leather black gloves, and a white cotton hat with black strip around the rim of it.

“Well, I’m not…” he leaned in closer to her, “I have a secret.”

Hermione leaned her head in towards him; she could feel his warmth breath brush across her cheek as he breathed. “I’m wearing under-armor.” He whispered warmly into her ear.

Hermione pulled away laughing, she looked down at the canal, still laughing happily.

“I figured it would be easier instead of…well…looking as, umm, silly as you do.” Todd looked Hermione up and down, his eyebrows lifting sarcastically.

Hermione lightly backhanded his arm, “Hey!” She laughed back at him.

“I’m joking, I’m joking,”

“You’d better be.” Hermione laugh softened, she turned towards the church again. “Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?”

Todd glanced at the church then back at Hermione, “No, no, I don’t think I have.”

“My family was never particularly religious, but there is just nothing as gorgeous or as…as calming as a church.” Hermione shook her head, “It’s just, like, nothing could possibly go wrong here. So different from realty, isn’t it? I think that’s why I love to visit them.”

Todd nodded with every sentence, but Hermione could tell he wasn’t really paying attention. His gaze had shifted from Hermione and the church to the churning canal below them.

“What’s wrong, Todd?” Hermione knew what he was thinking of…maybe this time he would tell her what exactly happened in Paris.

“Just thinking…that’s all.” His voice sounded deadpan and a frown had worked its way on to his face.

“Do you want to talk about it?” This was it…he was finally going to break through and talk to her. He just had to.

Silence followed her question, Hermione’s heart lifted hopefully.

“No.” Todd said suddenly.

“No?” Hermione was momentarily stunned. No??

“No.” he said again, with a little more force behind the word.

“Well, alright then.” Hermione began feeling angry, this was just getting ridiculous. She had poured out her heart to him and she had told him everything! Well…almost everything. “Whenever you feel like you trust me enough to finally open to me, like I have done for you, just give me a ring.” She stalked away down the bridge. But before she took more then six steps she heard his voice.

“I was sent to Paris for work about a year and a half ago. There was this large opportunity my business had for a new technology for computers. This business dealing was either going to make or break my career…I was feeling particularly big-headed that my boss had chosen me for the job. I was pretty much fresh out of school, only had been working there for a year.”

Hermione walked slowly back towards Todd, he was facing determinedly across the canal at the church.

“I went with three other colleges, and we were going to meet a few more in Paris. After the first couple days in conference we finally agreed upon terms with the other company. That night, my colleges and I went celebrating.

“We went to an outdoors café, all seven of us sitting around a circular table, chatting away. I started talking to a woman sitting next to me. I had seen her before in the office, but I had never talked to her or ever been introduced before…

“My name’s Todd,” he held his hand out towards her, she took extended her own and they shook hands.

“I’m Katie,” Her smile was all lips, lips that were as red as roses even without lipstick. Her light brown hair that tittered on the edge of being blonde was tumbling down her shoulders and back in waves. She was tall and slender, Todd could tell even while she was sitting.

She took a sip of her red wine, and smiled again over the top of her glass. Her hazel eyes sparkling as she looked at him.

“…It was almost as if it was love at first sight. Though, now, I doubt that that even exists.” He sighed bitterly, “But, we began to spend time together. We would go for walks, just to walk. Never to go anywhere in particularly, we just wanted to be together. But sooner, rather than later, our business trip in Paris ended.

On our supposedly last night there, Katie came up with one of her usual brilliant ideas…

“Why don’t we stay here?” She said hurriedly, “I’m not ready to go back…and I have some vacation time saved up, and I’m sure you do to?” Todd nodded. “What do you say?” Katie grabbed hold of his hand and squeezed it gently in anticipation.

He looked onto that beautiful, hopeful face, “Yes.” And he kissed her; he kissed her as if he was never going to stop.

“…So we stayed. I should have guessed then, I should have known. All the clues were there…” He shook his sadly. Hermione looked at him puzzled…what should he have known? Todd continued, “But, we rented a small flat for a month. That month was the happiest of my life. We wandered all over Paris. I came to know it like the back of my hand.

“I fell in love with Katie; I don’t think I’ll ever love anyone as I did her. I began thinking of marriage. I know, I know. We’d only known each other for barely a month…but I was in love. I didn’t want to ever live without her. But, she had different ideas. At the beginning of our last week together she started acting odd. I asked her what was wrong but she would say nothing was. So I believed her and didn’t ask again.

But, on the Wednesday of our last week together I could tell for sure she was hiding something from me.

“Katie…just tell me what’s bothering you.” Todd picked up a soft piece of bread and took a good sized bite out of the corner.

“Nothing…it’s nothing.” She took an exceptionally large swallow of her wine. Katie looked at her untouched food and then stood up from the two person table. She walked over to the bed and lay down.

Todd put down his bread, wiped his mouth with his napkin, then walked over to the bed and sat down next to Katie. “Something is bothering you…” he laid down beside her, “but you don’t have to tell me.”

Katie rolled on her side, her hand wandered to Todd’s face and she smile, that warm beautiful smile. “No matter what happens, I love you.” Her smile faded.

“I love you too.” Todd looked into her eyes, he saw sadness in their depths.

“Kiss me. Kiss me like it’s the very last time…oh, please.” Todd’s lips descended on her own…and did exactly what she asked him.

“And it was the last time. I should have realized what she was saying, but I was to naïve. She left the next morning…no note, no anything.”

Hermione’s face showed the sadness she was feeling, “What did you do?” She asked quietly.

“I was confused and broken hearted. I had no idea if I had done something or if something was wrong. So I rushed home…I asked around for her and it didn’t take very long till I found out what had happened.”

“What?” Hermione practically whispered.

“She was married. Two days before I got home, she had married.” Todd’s voice was filled with bitterness. “She never said a word about it…though many of her friends told me she had had no choice in the matter and she had to marry. But, now a days, who has to marry anyone?”

Hermione didn’t have an answer, so she asked another question, “Did you ever see Katie again?”

“No. She made sure of that. Moved to Washington D.C and hasn’t been back to New York since…” Todd rubbed on of his hands across his face. “But, it doesn’t matter. I’ll get over it…its ancient history.”

Hermione did the only thing she could think of doing, the only she could do; she threw her arms around him and hugged him.

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Aww!! Poor Todd!!! That's really sad. I'm glad he spilled the juicy news though. Wow. PAMS PAMS PAMS!!!!!!!

Oh that's so sad! Poor Todd...I can see why he didn't want to tell Hermione that. It's rather hard to be around someone who's sure he can't love anyone that passionately again. Because I think Hermione's falling for Todd (*angry face*)

Post more SOON please!! LOL

Love
.:Adrienne:.

Oh Mione that was beautiful!!!!
Poor Todd. I wanted to cry that was so sad
And Ron trying to be happy again. I dont know if thats bad or good. Bottling up emotions like that can smetimes turn on you...
Those were great posts!!!!!!!!!!! They were bautifully written and I applaude you.
*Insert clapping smiley*
PAMSOID!!!!!!!!!


*Steph*

....Poor Todd *petshnuggleshim* <3

Good posting Mione

Thanks so much Lili, Adrienne, Steph, and Britt ! I would reply indivdually but I don't have time right at this moment and I really want to give you all a post...so here it is. I'm sorry...no Weasley congregation as of yet. I'm thinking thats the next post. Almost positive... Enjoy and thanks all!!! *hugs*


As Hermione comforted Todd, miles away a band of teenage boys sat together in an old shut down mine entrance talking, joking, and just acting like any group of teenage boys would.

“So she is hot?” a boy name Vlad asked in Russian, his lips breaking into a smile that would make any woman swoon. He ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair, his brown eyes bright with humor.

Lev smiled wolfishly, “Definitely.”

“So,” another boy who was currently stuffing food into his mouth, “are you going to…ya know.” He winked before taking a swig of Kvas.

A dark haired boy, Stan, who usually remained out of the conversation, piped up from the corner of the makeshift cardboard table, “Sometimes, Danil, you can be so crude.” He chuckled appreciatively, “Cheers.” He raised his beer in salute to Danil.

“Is he going to do what?” Dima, a boy one could always rely on to be totally lost in a completely obvious discussion, innocently asked Vlad.

Vlad reached over and lightly smacked the back of Dima’s head. “Hook up with the Brit, you dolt! Come on Dima…focus.” He chuckled as he watched Dima smooth down his reddish blonde hair.

“No need to get rough…it was only a question.” Dima shook his head.

Lev chuckled, “Well, I dunno you guys. She is older and…”

“I bet you fifty Copeicas that you can’t get at least one kiss out of her.” Vlad smirked. “And if anyone can do that much, it’s you Lev.”

“Well, what can I say?” Lev’s smile broadened, his crystal blue eyes twinkled wickedly.

“Hmm…” Dima’s face scrunched in thought, “Don’t you think that’d be a little…umm inhospitable?”

“Dima, just stop talking,” Danil leaned his left elbow on the table and slightly leaned towards Dima, his hand jerked in Dima’s direction, “it’s not like Lev’s going to hurt the girl.”

“If anything I bet she could hurt me.” Lev muttered to himself.

“So, what’d you say Lev? Do you want to bet?” Vlad took a swig of Kvas.

All the boys’ gazes jumped back and forth between Lev and Vlad, almost as if they were watching a particularly upbeat tennis game. Stan sniffed loudly, trying to fill the long silence.

“I just need to get one kiss out of her?” Lev asked. Vlad nodded, Dima glanced from Vlad to Lev.

“Lev--” Dima began say, hoping he could knock some sense into his friend. He might be senseless most of the time by having no idea what’s going on around him…but at least he could boast at having the gift of being sensible.

But Lev answered before Dima had a chance, “Yeah, yeah it’s a bet.”

Danil laughed with glee, Vlad smiled smoothly as he swiped his hand through his hair once more, Stan looked as if he wasn’t sure if he agreed with the bet…or if Dima was right, and Dima just looked upset.

“I really don’t think--” Dima began again before Danil interrupted.

“Keep it that way.” He looked over at Dima and smiled boyishly. “Come on Dima, out of everyone here you should be getting a crack out of this little bet. What’s gotten into you?”

Dima leaned back in his chair, shaking his head, choosing not to answer the question.

Lev smiled to himself, part of him was looking forward to actually going through with this bet. But the other part of him was dreading what would happen. He wouldn’t put it past Miss. Hermione Granger to strangle him on the spot if he even looked at those luscious lips of hers.

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*sigh*

Boys...so immature. So stupid. Them and their stupid bets *sighs again*

GREAT postie, and I can't wait for the Weasley one!! *ish excited*

Love
.:Adrienne:.

Loved it Mione

*nods* PAMS.

Nice. Stupid boys. Them and their bets. *shakes head sadly* Can't wait for the Weasley one!!! PAMS PAMS PAMS!!!

Ohh thats is going to be fun to read. Hermione will probaly turn him into a rubber chicken.
Loved the post!! It was Awsome!!!
PAMS!PAMS!PAMS!!PAMS!!!PAMS!!!!PAMS!!!!PAMS!!!!!!! PAMS!!!!!!!!!!!


*Steph*