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danismine · 04-08-2007, 09:05 PM

Wow that really was a great snippet. Happy Easter to you. I can't wait for Ron's PoV.
PAMS

Roshni

mione_girlgwp · 04-30-2007, 09:29 PM

Thanks tons Adrienne, Lili, and Roshni!! Thanks for reading and I'm glad you enjoyed it

Okay, wondering what Ron's been upto? Well so I have I. So I decided to visit the post I had prepared way back in like August or something lol. I fixed some things but not a lot. So here you go

Enjoy.

Ps. I'm reposting the last post for Hermione because I added some more to the end.

Hermione’s first week in Russia ended and she had yet to leave the inn because of all the snow. The storm that had begun on her first night here still had not ended. Hermione could feel the beginnings of cabin fever.

She waited desperately for any word from Todd. It had been a week and he said he wanted to see her after all his work obligations were less.

It wasn’t that Hermione didn’t love all of the Petroffs, but she really wanted to get out of the house and see what she came to see. And if anyone could give her the grand tour of Russia, it was Todd. There was also a part of her, though she would never admit it to anyone, for some unexplainable reason, that was dying to see him.

Todd had left some hints about his life and he looked as if he wanted and didn’t want to talk about it at the same time. And for some unreasonable reason, Hermione shook her head…did that even make sense? , she wanted to be the one Todd talked too. Just like, she had to watch herself, because a few to many times she almost told him too much. But Hermione couldn’t figure out if it would be a bad thing to “spill the beans” on her life as of now. He looked like the kind of person she could trust.

But Hermione kept hearing Moody’s voice in back of her mind, oddly high pitched though, saying, “CONSTANT VIGILANCE!” over and over again. After six years of having that phrase drilled into her mind and her manner of living, it was hard to do anything but. Trust was something that you just barely bestowed on your friends during those years…especially the last three. Live and trust no one.

Though the war was over and had happened on the other side of the world really, something in Hermione held back. Maybe those six years had hindered her ability to trust for the rest of her life. Was this the real reason she left home? Or was it yet another problem on top of all her other insecurities that were coming to the surface?

Hermione sighed and rubbed her eyes. Even though she had slept better the last week than she had in years, she was still tired. Hermione wondered if she would always be tired.

She stretched her pajama clad legs out on her bed and laid her head on her pillow, her book laid face down on her stomach. Hermione’s hands smoothed the crinkled cotton sheets. Not even weariness could stop her perfectionist ways.

Hermione rolled on her side that faced the window and plopped her book up on the bed. She began to read again… “Only a man who has felt ultimate despair is capable of feeling ultimate bliss.” (Count of Monte Cristo)…Crookshanks curled up in the crook of her knees.

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The brown, red, and orange leaves that had enveloped November were shrouded in the new fallen snow of December. But Ronald Weasley witnessed none of that. For the last week and a half he had shut himself in his room. Only leaving to go to work and eating only what he needed too to stop his mother’s nagging, he never tasted the food he ate. He never talked to his family or spent time with friends. The spark of life he had always possessed had dwindled to nothing.

No matter what his Mother and Father did to try and help him he just pushed them farther and farther away. They were at their wits.

“Arthur, what are we going to do?” Mrs. Weasley looked pleadingly at her husband.

“I don’t think there is anything we can do, dear. We just need to be here for him if he ever needs us. Weren’t there ever some times you need to be alone?”

“Well yes. But it has been what? Almost two weeks now? And he is barely eating and all he ever does is go to work and there he works himself to death. Then he comes home and shuts himself in his room!” Mrs. Weasley paced around the living room.

Mr. Weasley walked up to her and grabbed her shoulders to prevent her from pacing anymore. “I’m worried about him too. I’ve tried to talk to him but he won’t listen. Let him get through this. Promise me you will leave him be?” he walked away from her and grabbed their coats. “Come on, we have to go shopping anyway. It is getting darker and we don’t want to be out to late. I’m already starting to get hungry.” He winked at her and handed her a coat.

“Alright, alright,” Mrs. Weasley put the coat on, “I trust you. I’ll let him alone. Well for the mean time. At least Harry and Ginny will be back at the end of this week. Maybe they can talk some sense in him… or at the very least just talk to him.” She walked towards the door and than spun around, “I’m so excited that they are staying with us this month! An entire month! Then, Bill and Fleur are coming the next Wednesday and Charlie, Percy, Fred, and George the next day. This house is going to be full again. It has seemed so empty and unusually quiet. It is sort of unnerving.”

“Yes it is very exciting, and the quiet is kinda nice. We deserve it.” Mr. Weasley chuckled lightly as he turned his wife back around and they walked out the door were they quickly Disaperated.

Ron heard every word as he sat, hunched against the railing of the first landing of stairs. He felt excited at hearing the house was going to be full of people soon. It would be nice to have people here. People he could talk to. He almost opened up to his father yesterday. But he couldn’t. It didn’t feel right.

He turned back around to go back to his room but as he climbed up the remaining stairs he didn’t want to go back. Ron didn’t want to see his room again. He almost couldn’t bare the sight anymore.

For the last two weeks he had done nothing but work, eat what little he could, sleep, cry, and think. He thought of the same things over and over again. From the first moment he got back from leaving the train station he thought of nothing else but what he had at the lake. Was there anything else to think on?

Ron’s hand hovered above his door handle. His parent’s weren’t home, so if he went else where in the house he would still be alone. Letting his hand drop to his side he turned back around and walked quietly down the stairs.

When he reached the bottom he walked into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of cool water. The cold liquid felt good as it rain down his dry, raw throat. Ron savored the sensation; the pleasant sting.

He looked outside the door’s window and saw it was snowing again. Oh, how he loved snow. How the coldness seemed to nip at your face as you stayed warm in your bundle of clothing. It was a great feeling.

Ron stride towards the door and opened it, the freezing air hit him like a wave breaking a shore line. And it felt wonderful. With bare feet and in nothing but pants and a thinning t-shirt, Ron stepped out onto the doorstep. The rhythmic puffs of his breath filled the air around him as he looked up at the setting sun.

The stars were already starting to appear. Winter stars were always brighter and clearer than those in the summer. It was almost as if he could reach up and grab one.

Shaking his head at this nonsense he walked back inside. Setting his glass down on the kitchen table he walked into the living room and sat down on the armchair closest to the window so he could watch the gentle snow fall. It seemed so calming and…reassuring. To think that something so simple and beautiful as snow fall still existed, even as his world was tumbling down round his ears.

God what was happening to him? He was never this melodramatic? Was he still Ronald Bilius Weasley?

Ron shook his head slightly at the absurdity of his thoughts…this too was happening lately. He would think of something one moment and then, in another, think himself stupid for thinking such thoughts.

Ron leaned forward in the armchair and placed his head between his two large and rough hands. He was tired of thinking. Tired of feeling.

After the sun had disappeared beneath the horizon and all that remain of the day were the brilliant reds and purples that colored the sky, Ron lifted his head, ran his fingers through his already messy hair, and he gazed over the room.

Seeing the fire in the grate had almost gone out, he got up and piled some more wood inside and stroked it till it was bright and warm again. Leaning back on his haunches he stared into the fire. First he thought of nothing, just saw the fire. But then, it happened. As it always happened. He could see her...could feel her...could hear her voice. Hermione entered his thoughts.

No matter where he went, no matter what he did, how he tried to forget or think of something else he always came back to her. Just looking out a window, at a ceiling, the sky, the trees, food, a fire…could make him think of her. So many regrets, too many in fact, he just couldn’t escape them.

Ron let himself fall back so he lay facing the ceiling, the fire’s heat almost burning the bottoms of his feet to the tips of his toes. But he didn’t care. He closed his eyes in familiar regret and saw memories just flash before his eyes, like they always did. Opening his eyes again because he just couldn’t stand it, he rolled on his stomach and glimpsed the piano in front him before his head rested on the floor.

His mother had had him and Ginny take Piano Lessons together when he was 9 years old. Sometimes he would play but Ginny was the one who usually did, and was, quite frankly, better at it. But for some strange reason he had a yearning to play it. To feel his fingers skim across the yellowing ivory keys.

Clumsily standing up he took four large steps to the piano. Sitting down on the bench, his fingers roamed across the keys. Picking up the music book he skimmed for a song…the song. He knew it was in there somewhere. “Ah,” he whispered as he found the page “Hallelujah.”

He loved this song. He didn’t know why or even exactly what it meant. But the words flowed from his lips and his fingers seemed to know where every note lay every time he played it.

He concentrated on the notes as he started to play, not daring to look away from the music in front of him, because he couldn’t really remember how it went. But soon his fingers seemed to know where they were going, what they were doing, even if he didn’t.

The words came next. Those he would never forget…even though he didn’t know why. His low baritone voice seemed to fill the house.

I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

His fingers curved perfectly, his left hand striking every cord, his right taking control of the melody.

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty
in the moonlight
overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne,
she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe I've been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

There was a time you'd let me know
What's real and going on below
But now you never show it to me do you?
Remember when I moved in you?
The holy dark was moving too
And every breath we drew was hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe there's a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

Ron’s voice caught in his throat as the words took on a new meaning. He understood now. And he would never forget. He closed his eyes and let the music and words take him away, to swarm inside of him, take control of his very core.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah,

“Hallelujah…” Ron brought his hands to his face and cried. His tears fell upon the old ivory keys; it seemed to almost stain them. But he couldn’t wipe them away he just continued to cry and watch as the tears fell, he cried till he couldn’t stand it any longer. Ron clasped his hands as if in prayers and let his forehead rest on them. “I feel broken…torn. Dead. How is this helping anyone, Hermione? God, tell me how?”

And as Ron cried into the lonely darkness, one lone person watched from the shadows. Mrs. Weasley, Molly, cried silently as she watched her youngest son cry about the one girl he had always loved. She leaned back against the kitchen wall, “oh Ron,” she whispered. She wanted to run to him, hug him, and tell him everything was going to be alright. That Hermione was an idiot for leaving when she had the chance to be with someone as wonderful as him. But she didn’t. She promised Arthur she wouldn’t. Molly glanced around the corner into the living room and watched as Ron stood up from the piano and head towards to stairs, to go back to his room. She watched him as he slowly trudged up the stairs and heard as he shut his door. “What is happening to him?” she asked aloud. It was as if he couldn’t feel anything but pain, see anything but tears, hear anything but regrets, and care for anyone or anything…except for her.

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padfoot_88 · 05-01-2007, 11:27 PM

...wow...

Moxie · 05-02-2007, 12:13 AM

Have to agree with Shan there.

That's so beautiful.

...wow...

mione_girlgwp · 05-12-2007, 01:11 AM

Thanks so much Shan and Adrienne Your comments made me very happy! lol. I'll have a post hopefully this weekend. I was going to have one for tonight but...

I visited family in Canada last weekend and my older sister and my neice and nephew came too. Well my nephew was quite sick and he apparently passed his sickness on to me. And I've been sick since monday night. And lemme tell you it's been pretty crappy. I don't even want to think about everything I'll have to catch up on in school *groans* Next week is going to be terrible. But I have this weekend to be happy right? So why not write while I'm feeling better? So that is exactly what I entend to do! I'm writting tonight and then tomorrow after I get my haircut! Hopefully I'll get a post done.

I can't thank you enough that you keep reading this. It means so much to me! *huggles*

*Mione

Dan crazy · 05-12-2007, 01:19 AM

OMG I think Im gonna cry...THAT WAS SO GOOD! Poor Ron! Aww..I just wanna hug him. That was so sad and emotional, and beautiful. As everyone else said...
...wow...

mione_girlgwp · 05-14-2007, 12:40 AM

Thanks so much Lili! Makes me happy you all think so!

Well here is that other post I promised... Ick, now I have to go and study spanish. *cringes* Well, I hope you enjoy!!

Monday…nothing…Tuesday…again nothing…Wednesday zip zilch nada (in other words, absolutely nothing). Maybe Thursday would be the day?

Hermione sighed in aggravation. She was half in mind of trying to find Todd herself. She felt like she had done nothing but eat, read, sleep. And for probably the first time in her life she was eager for some physical activity.

But it wasn’t as if she had been completely lazy over the last 3 days. Because she hadn’t. Hermione had spent a lot of time playing with Dora and Dimitri outside in the snow (including a rather large snowball hitting Hermione square in the face, building a crooked snowman, and sled riding…which had not ended well for Hermione when she fell off the sled carrying all three of them and proceeded down the hill on her cushioned but very wet bottom.)

Lev had disappeared since their talk…Hermione couldn’t decided if she was grateful or upset he was gone?

Ania and Hermione had talked together a great deal the past couple of days too. Ania was more of dreamer and romantic compared to Hermione’s more cynical and realist perspective. But the difference between the two of them fascinated Hermione, and she just loved the conversations they would have from books and movies, to the rather uncomfortable discussion (well to Hermione) of men.

Ania reminded Hermione of Ginny. But this was more of a curse than a blessing. She missed Ginny dreadfully. Over the years Ginny became the friend she had never had. Oh, Ron and Harry were wonderful…but there were things she just could never discuss with them because, well frankly, they wouldn’t understand or care. But Ginny did and had. But…with her married now would they still be as close?

Hermione leaned her elbow against the writing desk in her room and laid the side of her face in the palm of her hand, her foot tapped softly on the worn wooden floor.

She was dying to write to Ginny. Ginny was off on her honeymoon till the end of the week, if Hermione remembered correctly. So, if she sent this letter by post owl it would probably reach The Burrow by the middle of next week at the least.

Though, for the life of Hermione, she had no idea what to write. Ginny had no idea that Hermione was leaving in the first place and she would have to explain that. But she knew Ginny wouldn’t completely understand…it was just her nature.

Hermione smiled at the thought and picked up her quill and began to write.

Almost a half an hour had passed before Mrs. Petroff came knocking at her door. “Dear, there is a gentlemen downstairs asking about you.”

Hermione jumped out of her seat, “Really?” About time, Hermione added silently to herself. She crossed the room in a hurry and walked down the hallway with Mrs. Petroff, who was going at an excruciatingly slow pace.

When they finally made it to the stairs Hermione glanced over the large railings and saw the top of Todd’s blonde hair bent slightly as he listened to something Dimitri was saying.

A knot in Hermione’s stomach tightened at the sight of him. She fixed a pleasant but bland smile on her face. She didn’t want to look to eager to see him. Hermione began to walk down the stairs slowly.

Todd laughed at what ever it was that Dimitri was saying and lifted his head. When he saw Hermione descending the stairs his face brightened with an even broader smile than it had had two seconds before.

Hermione smiled a little warmer and ducked her head slightly to hide her reddening face. She reached the bottom of the stairs and headed towards Todd and Dimitri. But the latter giggled at the sight of Hermione and scurried away.

“What is he all giggly about?” Hermione’s gaze followed Dimitri’s retreating back.

“He was telling me a very, ah, comical tale about you.” Todd crossed his slightly tanned arms across his chest.

“Oh dear,” Hermione mumbled.

“It involved you falling off a sled and sliding down a hill on your,” he paused slightly, his eyes were dancing with laughter. “Um, bottom.”

“Oh dear,” she groaned in embarrassment. Her face felt like it was on fire. “I can’t believe he told you that. He and Dora promised not to tell anyone…”

“Well, obviously he thought I should know.” Todd shrugged his jacket clad shoulders.

“I’m going to get him…” she mumbled as she scanned the direction Dimitri disappeared.

Silence followed, Hermione restlessly shifted from one foot to the other. “So…what took you so long to get here?” she blurted out. Oh God, why did she say that? Hermione could hear her heart beating so loud that she prayed Todd couldn’t hear it.

“Impatient to see me again?” His smile broadened…goodness he had a great smile.

“No, just wondering if you were really going to come after all.” She said, finally recovering her senses.

“Oh, cause I’ve been impatient to see you.” He quickly grabbed her hand and began pulling her towards the door.

“What are you doing?” She squealed. Hermione was shocked…she never squealed! What was happening to her?

“You said you wanted me to show you around. I’m here to show you around!”
He stopped and turned to face her. “You still want me to show you around, right?”

“Well--”

“Because the reason it took me a while to get here was because meetings had to be pushed back because of that storm and then there was this huge dilemma with the Spanish because they didn’t like--”

“Todd,” she shook his arm of the hand she was holding. “Of course I still want you to show me around. But, I kinda need a coat AND shoes.”

“Oh,” He laughed slightly. “Yeah, I guess I got a little ahead of myself.”

She let go of his hand, “Lemme go and get my shoes from upstairs and then we can go.” Hermione hurried up the stairs, concentrating on every step making sure she wouldn’t fall, trying not to think of how her hand was tingling.

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Moxie · 05-14-2007, 12:44 PM

Unfortunately, I have to go to school, so I can't read =(((((

BUT I'm marking my place *which is here* so I can read tonite when I get back!

I'm sure it's ah-mazing!

Love,
.:Adrienne:.

EDIT: *ish heeeeeeere!!*

I LOVE THIS FIC!! Silly Todd...he's not a very good influence on Hermione =)

I WANT MORE!!!

LOL, loved it!
.:Adrienne:.

Pandalicious · 05-15-2007, 08:46 PM

Just got caught up

Loved it Mione. You give excellent detail and adjectives to the setting and characters and stufff

*hugs Ron* <33

Dan crazy · 05-15-2007, 09:24 PM

Hermy's falling for Todd!! NO!!! Remember the cute redhead back in England? Well, guess what Hermy? HE LOVES YOU!!!!! *runs around screaming* PAMS PAMS PAMS PAMS!! Sorry for that moment of insanity.

MUSTANG SALLY · 05-16-2007, 06:21 AM

It took me for hours to read this story, but I finally caught up.
One word can sum up what I think of this story and that is WOW!
The part about Ron and the piano, I seriously wanted to cry. It was so deep. Your writing is incredible!
Hermione needs to get over her little emotionaly problem and go back to Ron. I dont think I can read another post that sad. This story is amazing and I cant wait for more! So please post more soon. And since I stayed up to almost 11:30 at night (On a school day) (my mom is going to kill me

) Im going to bed. PAMSOID!

danismine · 05-17-2007, 02:40 PM

omg, those last posts were just wow. so beautiful.
PAMS

Roshni

padfoot_88 · 05-17-2007, 08:25 PM

Mione! The posts just get better and better!
I can't wait to see what happens between Hermione and Todd, but also what else is going on with Ron. The poor boy just breaks my heart...
XoXo

mione_girlgwp · 06-02-2007, 01:20 AM

Thanks so much Adrienne, Brit, Lili, Roshni, and Shan!! And thanks so much for starting to read this MUSTANG SALLY (if you don't mind me asking, whats your name?)!! Means so much to me!!!!! *hugs*

Okay everyone...here is a small post. I know I know...I should have more. But lately its been hard for me to get this into words. I was having trouble tonight. So here is a little bit. I think you're going to get more tomorrow too.

Hope you enjoy...I'm not to thrilled with it, but anyho.

Hermione pushed open her door and practically ran to her closet and grabbed her black Converses (the only thing of Ron and Harry’s sense of style that she picked up) and sat on the bed as she pulled them on.

After she was done she stood up and walked towards the standing mirror across from her bed. Hermione twisted and turned in each direction, compulsively smoothing over her shirt and jeans. Feeling particularly grateful she decided to wear her best fitted, but still loose, jeans and a form fitting black t-shirt and gray hooded-jacket.

Hermione smoothed her shirt over her hips one last time and nodded at her reflection. Only pausing for a second to wonder why she cared so much…but dismissing this thought with a shake of her head. She didn’t care. Hermione’s body shook, as if to cast off the feeling. “I don’t care.” She said accusingly to her reflection.

Hermione grabbed her large black purse and headed towards the door.

She didn’t care...she just was nervous because…because this was the start of the new life she wanted. Of leaving all that had happened behind. Yes, that was it.

Hermione’s hand rested on the doorknob and her eyes slowly closed. Terrible images of the past by her minds eye, “Goodbye.” Hermione said simply. She opened the door and pushed aside the feeling that she could never say goodbye. She had to. She just had to.

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“—and I have two younger sisters names Penelope and Jenny. Then the youngest is my brother, Sam.” Todd and Hermione walked down a snowy street in St. Petersburg.

Hermione loved the city already. From the beautiful mixture of Slavic architecture to what was left of the old Communist propaganda on the side of buildings. White snow lined the buildings and dirty brown sludge littered the roads. There were a few number people on the street, but most were inside the warm shops, restaurants, and pubs. Hermione liked looking through the steamy window at the people inside.

“Do they all live in New York as well?” Hermione asked, putting her gloved hands into her pocket.

“Oh yeah, my parents love New York.” He looked down at Hermione’s upturned face. “When I first moved to New York my parents lived in a suburb a little South of New York. But, when I told them how much I loved it and they came to visit a few times, they loved it too. So my parents, Penelope, Jenny, and Sam moved into the city.”

“I’m sure that was nice having them all near.” Hermione sighed slightly and looked down at the sidewalk.

“When I’m home it is. But, seeing how I’m usually not…well they are a nice distraction when I come home.” He shrugged.

“Do you need to be distracted when you come home?” Hermione kicked at the dirtying snow.

“Oh yes. Don’t we all?” A silence followed Todd’s question. He glanced down at Hermione’s sad and serious face. “So, do you have any brothers or sisters?” Todd tactfully changed the subject.

“No, no I don’t.”

“Oh,” So much for that, he thought.

“When I was about ten my Mum was pregnant. But, about three months into the pregnancy she lost the baby. My Mum wasn’t the same after it happened…none of us were.” Hermione continued to stare at the ground.

“Yeah, I’m sure--”

“When I first heard I was going to have a brother or a sister I was so excited. Being an only child can be lonesome sometimes.” Hermione rubbed her nose with her hand, but before she could stow it back into her warm pocket Todd grabbed it.

“You’re not alone now. And I’m sure you haven’t been alone for a long time now.” His fingers interlaced with her much smaller ones, and his large hand radiated a heat through hers that sent chills through her.

Hermione smiled and looked up into his face. But, when she did she was momentarily startled at the face that smiled back. For a moment she expected to see a freckled face, dancing gray eyes with a circle of blue around his pupil, wild and shaggy fiery red hair, and a lopsided grin looking back at her. But, instead, she saw a perfectly tanned face (though not overly so), piercing dark blue eyes, perfectly styled blond hair, and a shinning smile with perfect white teeth, a smile that would make any woman swoon.

But, Hermione couldn’t help but feel a touch of disappointment at the fact that it was Todd’s hand, not Ron’s, she was currently holding.

It was her choice though, she reminded herself. And Todd was here and Ron was not. She didn’t have feelings for Todd. Hermione just needed someone and here he was. She needed someone to love and someone to love her, and here was Todd. Ron was countries away.

Hermione pulled her hand out of Todd’s, gave him a small smile, and stuffed her hand back into her pocket.

And, the worst part was, she knew it was all her fault.

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Dan crazy · 06-02-2007, 01:25 AM

*sniffs* AWWWW! She missed Ron!!!!!!!!!!!!! *sniffs again.

* AWW! Poor Hermy's mommy.

PAMS PAMS PAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That was a good post!

Moxie · 06-02-2007, 12:52 PM

WOW.

The last scene, what she was thinking when Todd took her hand was probably my favorite.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Mione!!

Hermione smiled and looked up into his face. But, when she did she was momentarily startled at the face that smiled back. For a moment she expected to see a freckled face, dancing gray eyes with a circle of blue around his pupil, wild and shaggy fiery red hair, and a lopsided grin looking back at her. But, instead, she saw a perfectly tanned face (though not overly so), piercing dark blue eyes, perfectly styled blond hair, and a shinning smile with perfect white teeth, a smile that would make any woman swoon.

But, Hermione couldn’t help but feel a touch of disappointment at the fact that it was Todd’s hand, not Ron’s, she was currently holding.

Loved this paragraph. Def my favorite =)

Can't wait for more, chica!

Love ya
.:Adrienne:.

mione_girlgwp · 06-04-2007, 11:02 PM

Thanks soooo much Lili and Adrienne!!! After...tuesday I will have a post for you. Because this is my last week of school and Wednesday is when my last test is. So, I'll have some free time after that. Agian, thanks for reading!!

*Mione

MUSTANG SALLY · 06-05-2007, 03:51 AM

Ah Haermione misses Ron And Ron misses Hermione
She should go back to him. They need each other.
Great post!

My name is Steph by the way

Pandalicious · 06-08-2007, 01:01 AM

Luffed it Mione!

Little Trooper · 06-08-2007, 08:42 PM

Have just caught up. Awww they miss each other to cute. can't wait for more.

danismine · 06-09-2007, 01:34 AM

That was amazing. She misses Ron

. I feel bad for her.
PAMS

Roshni

mione_girlgwp · 06-12-2007, 01:56 AM

Thanks Steph (thanks for telling me your name :-D, you can just call me Mione), Britt, Amy, and Roshni!!! Here is a post for you!! I'm not quite sure if another Hermione one is coming next or if it is a Ron one. I need to think on this. lol. Anyways, enjoy!

Hermione swirled the Kvas ‘round and ‘round in her large mug, her gaze scanning around the small and bustling pub. The smell of beer and delicious food surrounded her. Men and woman laughing, talking, dancing, drinking, and eating crowded every table and every space of floor.

“Tell me more about your parents.” Todd put down his beer mug and leaned against the table so they could hear one another over the clatter.

“Well, both my parents are dentists. Both extremely serious about it,” Hermione shook her head as she remembered her parents persistence on her keeping her teeth clean and wanting her to have braces. “They are very proud of the fact that I’ve never had a cavity.”

Todd chuckled.

“My mum is one of my very best friends,” Hermione smiled wistfully to herself. “And at one time, my only friend. Whenever I needed to talk to her, or we just wanted to leave the house and be together, we would drive around in her car, singing to the music.” Hermione laughed. “Those are some of my happiest memories.” She took a sip of her beer. “But a couple years after I started going to Hog—a different school away from home, we didn’t do that anymore. We stopped talking about anything really. I never had much time too and if I ever did, she never seemed to want too. But, then again I never really tried too hard to spend time with her.”

“Then, when school ended, she thought I was going to ruin my life. Both, mum and dad, thought that. They thought I was endangering myself and I should leave the life I had made over the last nine years. But I couldn’t do it, and why should I have?”

“I have to do what is right. I only wish that they would understand that and stand beside me with the decision I made. I haven’t heard from them for almost a year. I miss them terribly, though I’m scared to write to them or even just to go back home. I don’t want to have them never answer my letter or actually witness them never answer the door if I went to see them.”

Hermione shook her head, “I’ve become all serious, haven’t I? We should be talking about something amusing and light-hearted in such an atmosphere.”

“No,” he paused. “You obviously have much on your mind right now. If you need to talk about it, just talk. Like I said when we first met, I’m a great listener. I may not give advice, but at least you will have talked to someone.”

“Thanks,” She smiled. “Do you think I should try and talk to my parents?”

“You’ll never forgive yourself if you don’t. Give yourself at least that much. You never know what may be their reaction. It might be any of the things you said, or…they could be wishing to be with you right now just as deeply as you are wishing to be with them.”

Hermione slowly nodded and sighed. “Now, tell me about your family!”

Todd went on to tell amusing stories about pranks he would play on his sisters, all of which he taught his younger brother to do; his parent’s professions and their easy-going outlook on life. He talked of how close he was to his eldest sister Penelope and how difficult it was on both of them when they both went their separate ways as they grew older. “Now, Penelope has been married two years and we only get to see each other rarely because I’m barely ever home and she is busy with work.”

Then when their food arrived, which was Sauerkraut and Beef Stroganov, Hermione brought up the subject of his work. Todd began telling stories of all the places he had been and where he hoped his business would take him. Hermione took this chance to ask him about Paris…she hadn’t let herself forget.

“Todd?”

He had at that moment been taking a bite of Sauerkraut, so with the fork still suspended in his mouth he said, “Humm?”

“Wh—what exactly happened in Paris?” She looked at him hopefully.

Todd swallowed his mouthful and the replied with a “Nothing.”

“Something happened, but you’re just not telling me.” Hermione pressed the subject.

Todd said nothing and stared down at his plate.

“We have a very peculiar relationship…we’ve only just met, but we tell each other very intimate feelings…well at least I have. You have only just hinted at it. I had hoped—you would talk to me in the same manner in which I talk to you.” She paused, hoping he would say something. But when it became obvious that he wasn’t going to, she continued.

“We can open our hearts to one another because there is the very strong possibility we will never talk or see each other again after we leave Russia.” Again she stopped. “Todd…please…please just talk to me.”

“I have nothing to talk about.” He looked up at her, his eyes looked cold and his face pale. “And when I mentioned Paris before, it was just a passing reminiscing. There is no significance.”

“I think you’re lying.” Hermione stated bluntly.

“Well, I’m not.” He speared a piece of beef with his fork. “So, let’s please drop it.” After a few more minutes of silence Todd’s cold attitude passed and his smile reappeared and he spoke with ease and laughed easily, almost as if he was hoping Hermione would forget it and never bring it up again.

Later that night, as Hermione lay snuggled in bed petting Crookshanks, she couldn’t help but think of Todd’s attitude when she asked about Paris. He was definitely hiding something. Well, maybe not hiding…trying to forget. It looked as if Hermione wasn’t the only person trying to forget the past, or at any rate over come it. And, in a weird way, she took comfort in that fact.

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In case any of you don't know. Kvas is a Russian beer. In all actuality it is a "summer beer". But I wanted to use it. lol. And I figured..maybe they only make it in the summer and can drink it in the winter aswell as the summer? So, if any of you are Russian and you know if this is completly wrong...I'm sorry! lol.

*Mione

Dan crazy · 06-12-2007, 02:02 AM

OOooo what happened in Paris???? Haha...I had no idea what a "Kvas" was. I don't know much about beer.

PAMS PAMS PAMS!!!!!!!

MUSTANG SALLY · 06-12-2007, 02:48 AM

That was an awsome post!!! I really hope your next post is Ron I like how you write about him. Cant wait for your nexy post!! PAMS!!!!!!!!!!!PAMS!!!!!!!!!PAMS!!!!!!!!!!

*STEPH*

mione_girlgwp · 06-12-2007, 03:27 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Lili

OOooo what happened in Paris???? Haha...I had no idea what a "Kvas" was. I don't know much about beer.

PAMS PAMS PAMS!!!!!!!

Haha...you'll find out soon enough!! I know, I don't know much about beer either. But, I thought, Hermione is in a Russian pub...what would she drink? Some kind of Russian beer...so I googled "Russia+drinks" and that came up. So I figured it was good enough! lol.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Steph

That was an awsome post!!! I really hope your next post is Ron I like how you write about him. Cant wait for your nexy post!! PAMS!!!!!!!!!!!PAMS!!!!!!!!!PAMS!!!!!!!!!!

*STEPH*

Thank you !! I decided last night that my next post will be Ron. And I AM going to write it today! lol. So you'll atleast have it, by the lastest, tonight.

*Mione

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