constantly searching-

hello... again?XD

Tue, 28 Apr 2009 08:22:29 GMT

*sigh* I took a very long break haven’t I? Oh well, I won’t bother with excuses this time but… yeah, I guess it is better if I surrender my claim on 50 prompts at 100quills. I lost my FreMione muse and even though I still remember some of my unfinished plots… I don’t know, I feel like I’m on a stump. It’s such a waste really. >_< Just months ago, I feel like I can rule FF with the loads of ideas about Fred and Hermione, romantic, angst, dramatic, comedic, name it all and I think I was able to come up with scenes. I am very open to scenarios, plots and all those about them… but now? I do not know. *sigh*

I’m planning to change my username in Fanfiction too, I thought about it and I’m getting bored with one_eight, why? I believe it has something to do with being an eighteen year old. XD haha, before, I really loved the number. I was happy, that I am eighteen. But really, few months into adulthood…. and you’ll find the horrors and responsibilities of being one. @_@

It was such a mess- I think it is still is right now. X))

Oh well, I guess I have to look forward on writing about Naru/Saku now. Even though I’m not addicted to any story this time… I am really surprised I got plenty of plot bunnies lurking in the corners of my confused mind. –Haha! Those ideas nag me too much, that I am properly motivated to write and type about them. I do *feverishly* hope that I finish them (this time) though. >.<

Anyway, to share something, the past few months I have found myself attending anime conventions. Have I told you yet? They were loads of fun. (We have bought doujins too! –squeals- but too bad, I wasn’t able to buy, my most awaited pair: NaruSaku –sobs-). The experience was totally awesome!♥ We also cosplayed (nothing fancy though) and the dress were just the result of my younger sister’s superbly imaginatively creative mind. I was happy that we even got some people take of us. I’m proud of my younger sister. XD She made the events twice memorable for us. :D

I fervently wish that we can do that again (cosplaying) this coming Hero Convention. We have loads to prepare! ^^

I really did take my time this time, right? XD I don’t regret though and I will look forward to next times!

Till the next update, lj-san, (lol X3)

God bless to all living creatures!

_one-eight,

Better yet: .18♥

<3,<3, <3

Thu, 25 Sep 2008 03:06:13 GMT

Angels in Action: Acquiesce, a Fred/Hermione Fanfiction.

Wed, 20 Aug 2008 10:11:31 GMT

Title: Angels in Action: Acquiesce
Author:one_eight

Rating: PG-13
Prompt Set: 50.2
Prompt: 049. Welcome
Word Count: 2,926
Summary: As one olds so does Wisdom grows. --Can this be applied with match making? Notes: Act II of the Compilation: Angels in Action, a Fred/Hermione story.
I’m sorry if this sounded judgmental or whatnot, but I needed it for the flow of the story. Keep in mind that I didn’t aim the upcoming ranting to anyone in particular. Thank you for understanding! God bless you people!;]

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot.
Warnings: Written in First Point of View.

ACQUIESCE

Angels in Action

Chapter 2

Prompt 49: Welcome

I hate it when people portray me out of my character! Oh, they write me so wrongly! Like honestly? I, imagine, me of all people, banging pots and pans in frustration, spouting ridiculous lines along: scarlet woman and incompatible Granger and Weasleys?

Just because one Hermione Granger and Fred Weasley became a couple doesn’t mean I’ll become ballistic and interfering! What do they think of me? A horrible woman, that’s what. Sure, I got angry to Hermione before, who wouldn’t? With the way that fraud of a reporter wrote lies about her?

And really, though Hermione and Ronald didn’t end up together, it’s not a good excuse to make me cross with Fred and her.

Oh of course, I was surprised! I am a hypocrite if I tell you other wise. Like that shell-shocked type of thing but it wears off after a while. One dose of their interactions would tell you all what I’m blabbering about.

Fred and she are like those star-crossed lovers. Bound by destiny and fate… their relationship guided by the God and angels. Oh, truly smitten with each other and full of passion and chemistry…. To be young and in love… I sigh dreamily thinking once again of the day when I was-

Okay, anyway, back to my rant. I’m sure you’re sickened and gagged with the mushiness and fluffiness of the scenario I’m weaving in your heads. As I said, I would never oppose them like what others oh-so-subtly shown.

No, they are their own persons. I couldn’t think about ever getting in the way of their love. In most cases than not, I’m happy. Overjoyed and ecstatic of this! I dream of having Hermione as family- not this way sure, but I’ll never be more than pleased to have her be with who she loves.

And I’ll let you on a secret- I wasn’t one of those flabbergasted individuals that were surprised. No, I’m actually one who… what’s that term? Ah, yes, matched him and her. It only seemed like yesterday if I recall…

(^_^)

“Relax will you, Granger?” Fred teased and I saw Hermione tensed. She stared at him with narrowed eyes and shrilly replied, “Relax Fred?!” She stood and crossed her arms in front of her chest, “Fred! The O.W.L.S is just months away and I haven’t even got to review Hogwarts: A history!” She sent him a deadly look that could have been a clue for him to stop. Instead of stopping however, he shrugged and said, “You already memorized that book by heart Hermione.”

“Memorized?” She echoed still high-pitched, a tone I don’t usually hear from her. She only spoke like that when she’s in a tryst with Ron, if I remember correctly. He nodded solemnly and lazily flipped the pages of the book.

Silence filled the room, the only things I heard were her ragged breathing and Fred’s soft humming.

“Of course not yet!” her declaration minutes later shocked me and I clutched a hand to my heart to keep into from pounding so fast. Hermione do know how to surprise a person.

“I can’t even remember how many awards the school gave, on what year and also who got them. How many portraits and floor tiles Hogwarts had!” She stomped not so lady-like in my opinion and glared at him.

“As if that would be asked,” He replied nonchalantly with the said book dangled carelessly on one hand. He slumped into the sofa and balanced the book precariously on to the top of his head.

Honestly, I thought the only pigheaded one in the family was Ron. Now, I think I’m greatly mistaken. If glares could kill, Fred would be nothing but a pile of ashes right this instance.

I know I could have stepped in there and then—but the show is too entertaining to resist. It’s not everyday that I see Hermione getting riled up with a Weasley twin. So I simply leaned and watched them on the crack of the door.

Fred’s back was on me but I bet he had a mischievous look because Hermione’s face turned red.

“Fred, hand me the book now,” she stepped closer to him as she said this. She held out an arm and swooped down to retrieve the book. He dodged her by moving on the other side the last minute that Hermione could do nothing but land face first to where he was previously seated.

“Damn quidditch skills,” I heard her mutter which I suppose, caused Fred to burst into laughter. “Sorry Hermione,” he said in an unapologetic tone barking with mirth. I saw him stood abruptly, smiling and still holding the book triumphantly, when she pounced on him again. She groaned and smacked a hand into her forehead.

That must have hurt.

“Fred!” Her voice was laced with obvious frustration.

“Hermione!” He mimicked in a small girly voice. She sighed, “Please Fred? I promise you, I’ll do you a favor if you do.” She remained sitting but she had an arm outstretched.

He grinned victoriously and held the book tauntingly, “A favor so you say? Now you’re talking, dearest.”

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Whatever the favor Hermione expected, it wasn’t what Fred asked. I know, because I was surprised too! I heard Ginny and her talk about it one night afterwards…

(>_>)

“Ready Granger?” he asked after she had donned in her jacket. The weather was freezing cold since it is Christmas Holidays, and both wore layers of thick coats and sweaters prescribed by the home healer; at your service. I knew I have always wished to become a healer back on my youthful days… the feeling of being able to advice, being in charge and prescribing all those potions… oh well…

Snow covered the ground and the usual view of the gnomes running was no where to be seen. The sun had long set and only the lamplights on the nearby town illuminated the area.

I was near the door knitting sweaters as they leave off for the meeting with Fred and George’s supposed to be investors for the joke shop. I was spying on the tw0, with my knitting as an undercover medium.

Hermione nodded. She stared at him and dryly replied, “Remind me again on how you dragged me into this?”

Fred chuckled good naturedly as he patted her on the shoulders, “All’s fair in love and war ‘Mione!.”

Hermione shook her head after rolling her eyes. “Well? What are you waiting for?” She asked when he didn’t move from his earlier spot. I saw him gave her an appraising look, his eyes turning dazed.

“Fred?” she questioned and waved one hand over him. “Fred?”

He snapped out of his trance and smiled roguishly. “Have I told you that you look amazing Granger?” he said cheekily which caused her to blush.

I hid back a smile and tried to continue on my merry way of tracing the letter H for Hermione’s sweater. I kept my ears and eyes open for her retort however; getting bits of Fred’s flirting and Hermione becoming frustrated with every seconds passing. And when I looked back at the sweater, I gasped and suddenly halted. I was surprised to see another letter imprinted in there.

“Shut up, Fred!” She mumbled afterwards, cheeks still pink and opened the door ready to leave off. He on the other hand wasn’t paying attention; he stared at me and winked. I gaped and held a hand to my heart, so much for trying not to get noticed…

When I regained my composure I soon discovered that they were already out of the burrow. “Take care of her Fred!” I told him after they waved a hearty good bye.

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What happened next? That I don’t know. All I’m aware of is that they went home before curfew; Hermione with an undeniable blush (that wonderful shade of red Ginny told me off- Pinkish to be specific) and Fred, a silly grin pasted to his mouth. I smiled on mysteriously as I listened to Fred goading her. “Told you it was enjoyable, Hermy!” The boy certainly had fun. She glared at him, “Oh please! It was horrible! The investor just has to mispronounce my name!” She turned to her best friends and added, “He’s worse than Grawp I tell you!”

The only answers she got was Ron laughing so hard that he needed to hold the sofa to steady himself, Ginny giggling and Harry stifling his amusement with a hand, still looking teasing nonetheless.

Oh things did not end there I tell you… the most interesting part of their romance came Christmas Holiday of Hermione’s seventh year. By that time then, I couldn’t do anything but accept the fact that the twins didn’t finished their schooling.

(O_o)

“Bloody hell women! I’m sick not dying, enough of this frolicking!” Fredrick shrieked… well, croaked out the words as much as he can to stop me and Hermione from checking up on him every minute. “Fred!” I admonished pressing my lips and setting my hands on my hips. “Sorry…” he weakly apologized, “it’s just that instead of making me feel comfortable…. You guys make me feel dizzier.” He sunk deeper into the bed to prove his point. I shook my head and sighed wistfully. “Sorry mrhhmm….” His words were muffled by a yawn.

“Oh Fred!” I exclaimed and deftly kissed him on the forehead. I didn’t know I was making him feel all that. I took his hand and softly squeezed it. “Do take a rest, honey.” He nodded obediently and gave a feeble tug in return. I gave out a little nervous smile, showing my apprehension of leaving him. It was his turn to shake his head and he had his usual grin though it was obviously strained, that I can’t help taking his hands fully into my own.

We were all worried about him. I thought that we almost lost him from that horrible dreadful disease. And because I was immersed in worry and trepidation of his welfare, I hadn’t fully cared enough to get into the details of his sickness. Hermione, I’m sure knows all about it though. She’s a brilliant witch really. I owe her greatly too, if it wasn’t for her… who knows we may have been too late. She was the first person to approach Fred about the ‘disease’. Seeing as he is one stubborn Weasley, he disregarded her suspicions. Two days passed and instead of getting better, he got worse that we finally decided to use force to get him to St. Mungo’s.

Thank heavens too! The healers said that if we had come days later, things would have become more complicated than it was. I couldn’t help but hug Hermione whilst crying tears of happiness. Fred had been so thin, so frail… so… unlike him that… Oh, I sniffed. Talking about that still makes me feel so blessed to still have Fredrick right now.

My! Where was I? I guess I tend to get carried away… I know you people are itching to know the continuation of my tale. Without further ado, let’s get back to the story…

I let go of his hands and turned to the girl sitting on the other side of the bed. I opened my mouth, ready to ask her if she would like to accompany me out but he beat me into it, “Can you stay for a minute, Hermione?” It seemed like she didn’t expected it too her eyes widen, nevertheless she nodded and smiled to me. “Oh dear, I’ll just have to keep going then,” I smiled back and with these words approached the door.

“Why?” His question got me curious and I halted my hand which was already at the door knob to listen for the continuation. “It—it was my fault Fred!” She said, quivering when she spoke his name. “I… mean if I hadn’t been idiotic enough to invite you under the pounding rain. I should have known of all the people! I’m very sorry for all the troubles I caused...” She lowered her head and I noticed what seemed to be like tears drop fall into her crossed hands which was just shaking a few moments ago.

She was greatly concerned about him too. I remember that aside from listening to the healers about the sickness she was there with me waiting for Fred to get fine. She only left his side when Ron and Harry forced her to take a rest. Those eye bags in her eyes are the ultimate proof; and believe me, she has not yet opened even one single school book after he was confined.

Fred’s eyes soften and he feebly tucked a hand under her chin, meeting their eyes. He used his other free hand to wipe the tears away and said, “Nobody blames you, Hermione.”

“But... I…” she retorted but I heard no more as I closed the door softly with a click. I beamed and wiped the crystalline drops of liquid, I wasn’t aware I’ve shed. Ah love…

xxxxxx

With those thoughts as I walked down the stairs… I fully have seen the possibility that is Fred and Hermione.

I spent the rest of the days mulling about the two that my cookies ended up in heart-shapes and the other sweaters I rushed to knit came out with F/Hr prints instead of the names of the family members they were supposed to have. I started thinking of appropriate baby names for the two, the personalities of those children, will they be a book worm like their mother or would they follow the path of their father, always wanting to make people happy? I tried to imagine what would be the state of the Fred Weasley household, a pure hilarity that’s what… Hermione running around with a pan in hand, looking for her husband and children, ready to chastise them for another prank played; the said people hiding in the backyard and laughing all along while looking out.

Wouldn’t that be a nice image to paint? I sighed contentedly a smile playing on my lips. What would I do to ensure this lovely picture? I pondered on, my knitting left hanging as I walked to the window and stared off into the distance.

How can I help Hermione and Fred?

I let out another sigh. If only the situation was a bit more like mine it would all be just as easy. I shook my head in frustration; there may be one thing I can do to help. Hm… First find a common ground. I’m sure she and he have something in common too. Books and pranks are totally out of the picture… rules? No. Inventions? Sure it’s possible; even she is undoubtedly amazed by the brilliance of the twins! But, nah… it wouldn’t make an effective bonding moment. They needed to have George with them; that is how the twin works.

I studied the living room and checked some items that would take my interest. There’s the books, cooking, music, muggle contraptions, fake wands, my knitting. If only I can find one good thing that would positively make them spend time together. Animals? No, no Crookshanks would only cause mayhem instead of the absolutely romantic ambiance I really had in mind. I released one more sigh and went back to my previously forgotten work.

Matchmaking isn’t easy as it sounds… if only, if only things like this are just like sock matching, having to pair up which color goes with that shade: black or white… and all those easy uncomplicated stuffs . Yes, yes what would I give to have a solution such as easy like that?

Wait a minute…

Socks…?

That gave me an idea!

('O_O')

“Why?” he said exasperatedly, “are you kind of sick? Have I actually spread the bug? Mu-“

“Fred Weasley!” I snapped and pointedly glared at him. Honestly, I swear children of this generation… mothers ought to teach them good manners and right conduct.

“Sorry,” he meekly said and added under his breathe, “But honestly who in their right mind would require a man to learn how to knit?”

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Yup! That was my ingenious plan. Wasn’t that awesome? After much bribes, threats and persuasion, I was able to make Fred succumb to what I wanted him to do. It wasn’t simple, I tell you. The people from the past had been true geniuses to leave men out of the equations in knitting, tailoring or all those sorts that have connection with such. It took Fred too many wasted yarns to be able to make a decent sock for a house elf.

He told me- or rather I urged him that he should use what he learned to spend time with our bookworm dearest. He looked on disturbingly and skeptically, his eyebrows rising than normal height: He clearly didn’t think it would work.

And know what happened? You don’t?

Well, I do obviously and I’m more than glad to share it to you.

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A school owl went past the windows and approached me; it nipped my outstretched finger affectionately asking for a treat. I maneuvered my way to the kitchen and looked for one.

It left off a minute after, taking the sweets tucked in it's mouth.

I looked at the letter in my hand; a familiar untidy scrawl was scribbled containing my name.

It was a short note,

The letter read:

It worked! Thanks Mum!

You’re the best!

Your-so-much loving son,

Forge-

Who would have thought Fred Weasley; willingly knitting socks for house elves in the open?

I grinned, beaming.

What can I say?

Mothers know best! ~;]

t.b.c.

the lucky day?

Fri, 08 Aug 2008 12:59:12 GMT

I never fussed with such days, 07-07-07, 06-06-06, 05-05-05, and so forth? My life passed these days without further ado. This year however I kind of “discovered” the importance, or uniqueness of these dates. It would be approximately, almost a hundred year before these appear once again. And really, I don’t think I would have lived to tell the tale by then. :O

This time however I wanted to do something out of ordinary. Or if I can’t, do my ordinary business the extraordinary way!

But Alas! I was struck by my disease, an ill-fated kind of humor, that I ended up doing nothing; the so-called dilemma if I may be frank is none other than my laziness… :D

Shakes head in disappointment! When will I ever get rid of this personality? Any way, where was I… hmmm? Okay, as a conclusion, I haven’t done anything. Except this update-thingy, I guess. *SIGHS* But meh- there still days to come hopefully by then I would be able to do something I planned beforehand! =]

About the stories, I don’t know. I’m full of ideas actually, what I actually needed is time. The enough persuasion and conditions to finish the prompt! I’m itching to write DG fictions, mind you~!

First things first and after I’m done with the FH, I’ll work on with those plot bunnies about Draco/Ginevra! Or better yet, do those two at the same time! =D

So, at least I have a proof of the date, this little post. Till next time!

Good day and God bless you!

.18♥

I <3 NANA KITADE!!! She's so cool, she rocks my world!
(With God getting the first rank! ;])

Helping indeed..., A Fred/Hermione Fanfiction

Tue, 05 Aug 2008 12:44:08 GMT

Title: Helping Indeed…
Author:one_eight

Rating: NC-17
Prompt Set: 50.2
Prompt: 002. Need
Word Count: 5,041
Summary: One Fred Weasley is Hungry;]

Notes: An advice sort of fiction… This is more about Ron and his mystery girl than Fred/Hermione but I made sure to give them focus too.

Disclaimer: Don’t own anything you recognize. Quote used in Lj-cut belong to W. Somerset Maugham, A Writer's Notebook, 1949
Warnings: Ron/Another Girl you’ll learn of later on...

Helping indeed…

A loud bang woke Hermione from her sleep and she rubbed her eyes tiredly. She helped herself out of the bed with slight difficulty. Earlier, because she did not feel like sleeping on the bedroom, she asked Fred to transfigure one in the living room. He was slightly bewildered and looked at her warily. He was ready to retort but after a pointed glare, he conjured a queen-sized bed without further ado.

She went to the side, placing her feet against the cold marble floor, and used a foot to grope for the other pair of her slipper. She stretched awhile after and fought back a yawn that was threatening to come out.

It was nine in the evening she mused, seeing the hanging clock at the far end of the room on the wall. She observed the sky which is covered with dark gray clouds. Rain pelted harshly on the roof making spattering sounds whilst thunders showed in slivers from window’s view.

She expectantly waited for a red-head to appear at the door in the corner of the room. There could only be one person who has enough guts to disturb their peace at this hour.

The shocking mass of red hair heavily wet, so much that it stuck to his face, greeted Hermione. A man in his mid twenties trudged slowly, dressed in maroon coat with blue-colored shirt underneath and black pants, Ronald Weasley entered visibly shaking. His clothes not only drenched but also caked in mud. The disgustingly offending brown stain that clashed horribly with the room (which is neon-orange by the way) covered the floor and drops of water trailed down from him.

Hermione frowned and noted her best friend’s state. Maternal instincts kicked in, she immediately rushed into him and helped him out of his soggy coat. She fumbled on the pockets of her dress to get her wand, attempting to scourgify him squeaky clean, when she remembered that she left it at the bedroom. She mentally cursed her luck, stepped away from him and went into the direction of the said room.

“Hermione, no need.” His voice was hoarse and low that Hermione snapped her neck to look at him. She almost doubted hearing him had he not whipped out his wand. “Ron what is wrong?” A little hesitant, she neared to him and raised a hand to stop him from waving his wand.

Ron’s visit was not a surprise to her at all. She supposed it had become a routine from the past six months that Ron first shocked them with his presence, from then on he comes once or twice a week.

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Fred had been animatedly talking to George, delivering the good news, through the fireplace. While she excitedly gushed on books, when Ron came barraging in. His hair was wild and unruly as if recently mussed and his eyes were wide as saucers. Fred and she turned to see him flail his arms eagle-spread back and forth, his mouth gaped open and close. Fred said goodbye to his twin, who was wondering what happened, and cocked an eyebrow to his brother. Hermione closed the book in front of her and noted the red streaks on Ron’s neck and on some parts of his white shirt.

“Ron?”

Hermione asked, soft and cautious. Ron immediately stopped moving, he closed his mouth shut. Fred stood and walked over to Ron with right arm outstretched and nudged him none too gently.

No response. The red-head only continued to gawk, looking straight at the fireplace, his eyes dazed. “Ronniekins?” Fred said while he harshly pinched Ron’s cheeks.

That appeared to have removed him out of his trance as he glared at his brother. “There was no need for that,” he croaked. He winced and placed a hand at his recently abused face.

His face turned apologetic when he saw his best friend, “Sorry about my little episode, ‘Mione.” He cringed embarrassedly.

Hermione shook her head and replied, “No its fine.” She approached the boys and gave her hug at the newcomer. She leaned on the other, and smacked him in the chest lightly. Fred just grinned and kissed her on the forehead.

“Now what is it that got you to our home, brother dear?” Fred teasingly questioned and snaked an arm round Hermione’s waist. “Why don’t we sit first?” Hermione stated, moved away from Fred and took the coach she occupied before as Fred followed suit. He sat next to her and kept the books on the table facing them.

“She… she…” Ron began to splutter, still standing.

“Who Ron? What did she do?” Hermione asked after the pregnant pause seeing as Ron did not continue his words any further. Ron only stood in his previous position, unmoving.

She began to stand up once again but Fred pulled her down. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck unexpectedly which caused Hermione to exhale loudly. “Fred, what are you doing?” she asked sharply.

Ron looked at them, his eyes that were still wide possibly even got wider. He directed his head on the shelves with his ears tinged pink.

“Fred!” Hermione shrieked and reddened, when Fred continued to cuddle against her. “Sorry darling you’re so comfy,” his voice was muffled by her hair. “We have a visitor Fred!”

“It’s just Ron, ‘Mione.” He made no effort while Hermione pried his head off her, instead he snuggled further.

“Oh go get a room!” Ron finally snapped, “It’s gross on many different levels, watching m-my ex-... my best friend… w- with my brother going at it…” He stammered, shuddering all the while pointing an accusing finger towards them.

“Good to finally get you out of that spell, Ronald.” Fred smirked and moved slowly away from Hermione. He slouched to sink in his seat, placed his feet on the table and draped his left arm casually on Hermione’s shoulder. Hermione made a strangled noise of protest. She shook her head but did nothing furthermore. “Now, please tell us why you’re showing up, unexpected and quite unwanted may I add, in our humble abode at this untimely hour?”

Ron sighed and took a seat. “Sorry,” he mumbled, “I really need a place to get away.”

“Away from who Ron?” Hermione leaned into Fred, not seeing any chance of escape from his grip. Ron answered something inaudible. “I’m sorry, I did not catch that,” she confusedly asked. His response was so fast and soft that Hermione did not catch anything. Fred on the other hand, used to Ron’s way of speaking after living with him since childhood, heard it and gaped. Hermione felt his arm drop loosely.

“Fred what did he said?” Hermione’s tone was exasperated as she craned her neck to see him. He stared at Ron then back at Hermione. Finally, he decided that an aggravated Hermione would mean harsh consequences.

“What?!”

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Shocked would be an understatement to define what she felt after hearing Fred’s whisper. All that she remembered was Ron recounting the events of his date. He explained why he bothered them and asked what he could do for the situation. She recalled advising Ron with Fred bursting quirky yet unusually helpful comments.

Since then the two of them got used to Ron’s sudden appearances and now she had a good guess to why he’s here.

‘It had been two days after all,’ she thought. Ron opened his mouth to answer but a loud popping sound stopped him and surprised both of them.

Out of nowhere, another red-haired man materialized directly before Ron. “Fred!” Hermione exclaimed and hastily approached him. She tackled the bag he held which contained some ice cream, and studied them eagerly.

“What dear? Ice-cream’s much more important than me now?” Fred Weasley whined childishly and crossed his arms. He made sad puppy faces at her to complete his sulking image. “Oh Fred,” Hermione replied, placed the goods on top of the shelves nearby, and hurried to give him a hug and a small kiss. As soon as they broke off she made way for the food but Fred quickly and carefully snaked his hands on her waist holding her tighter. And when Hermione rotated her body to chastise him, he kissed her soundly on the lips.

They were broke apart by a disgusted groan and an exclamation of, “Oh Brother, not again!”

“Get used to it Ron,” Fred said smugly a little breathless and dragged a crimson-faced Hermione to the bed. “Bugger off,” Ron snarled and waved his wand to his clothes and on the floor. Satisfied now that he’s clean and dry, he strode to sit on the chair across the bed. “Aren’t we supposed to be in the living room?” He asked immediately and looked bewildered at the bed in front of him.

“Yes, yes,” Fred replied dismissively waving his hand nonchalantly. “So why are you here again, Ronnie?” Ron ignored the question and the nickname instead he went on, “but why--”

“It’s for Hermione,” his brother continued impatient. Ron nodded and said, “Right.”

Silence enveloped the three of them. Hermione enjoyed the ice-cream and Fred tapped his chin waiting for Ron to start talking.

“Ron?” Fred’s tone was bordering between frustrated and amused, he arched an eyebrow to his little brother.

“Ah right, my intention!” The said brother retorted distractedly.

“Ronald honestly, why are you so twitchy?” The only female occupant of the room, who was halfway finishing her ice-cream, stared pointedly to her best friend.

“We all know this is about her Ron, so how did the date go? Have you got shagged well?” His older brother stopped tapping his chin and now settled to watch alternately between him and Hermione. Fred’s expression turned soft when saw Hermione sigh happily in delight.

“She’s pregnant,” he blurted louder than he had intended and his eyes widened, clearly shocked.

The effect was instantaneous: Hermione, who was in the middle of swallowing, horribly choked whereas Fred was simply stunned to stillness. Upon regaining his wits, Fred rushed over the brown-haired woman. He rubbed her back gently and summoned a glass of water from the kitchen. “Thanks,” she said a bit throatily after drinking. “Are you fine?” Fred’s statement was heavily laced with alarm and he hovered above her carefully like a mother hen. “I’m fine, Fred.”

“Okay, good,” he breathed out thoroughly relieved and settled her on the middle of the mattress.

“What was that for Git?!” He boomed and moved swiftly that Ron was taken aback to see him standing before him. “You should have warned us! You of all people should know Hermione’s condition! You’re an idiot you know that?”

“Sorry,” was the answer in a small voice. “Really Fred, don’t scare Ron. I’m fine I told you that.” Hermione got out of her stupor and pried him off, as much as she can, to stop him from strangling his brother.

“Hermione I’m alright,” Ron reassured when Hermione fussed over him afterwards. She touched his neck and arms and checked for injuries.

Fred sighed at him, “I’m sorry… just over-reacting. Hermione’s really in a delicate situation you know, I can’t have her getting hurt or something.” At this Hermione scowled and advanced towards him, “Fred, I’m not disabled or with a deadly disease. I can take care of myself, you know that.”

“I know, darling,” he informed her, “I’m just a little edgy, I’m really worried about you.”

He quickly reasoned and hugged her, not wanting to get her hormones to start acting again. Hermione seemed to read things his way, she blinked and replied, “Oh.” She smiled, lifted her face to his concerned ones and grazed her lips lightly unto his. “Thank you.” He beamed and embraced her further.

“Good Lord!” Ron interjected and he slumped deeper into the couch, “Please spare me the drama!” He groaned, too much louder than normal for Fred’s taste, and sneaked disgusted glances at them. “Shut it,” He warned yet he smiled crookedly at his brother.

Hermione had been unbearable the past months. For Fred she’s a whirlwind of emotions. The first five minutes, quiet to demanding then giddy, going sentimental afterwards, and switching to panicky… Fred doesn’t know what to do. It seemed that everything he’ll do can get her ricocheting like fireworks.

The healer said it is normal for women like her to turn hormonal; Hermione blamed it to him, naturally. He remembered one night when he was badly awakened from his pitiful sleep, only to look for food that doesn’t exist in Britain.

He was welcomed home with a disappointed glare and was left no other choice but to sleep on the living room. “You did not search harder,” she complained. She has threatened about castrating his family jewels too many times he can count, for heaven’s sake!

And a little while later she’d get weepy, start apologizing and blame everything on her self that instead of feeling angry, irritated, and flustered or whatnot; he will end up truly guilty in spite of doing nothing wrong in the first place. He would do everything she wanted. He is ready for her beck and call any time, literally.

He saw her muttering something under her breath, it vaguely sounded like “boys,” he’s not too sure.

By this his smile widened, guess all it takes to have a bit tolerable Hermione is a visit from Ron. Don’t get him wrong, he loves her, he really does… but with the way Hermione’s changing from one emotion to another… well that’s another matter.

“So Ron, let’s get back to the topic at hand,” she said once they were settled down.

The recipient of the question buried himself deeper into the couch. “She’s bloody pregnant,” he whispered as if talking to his self. He rubbed his temples and closed his eyes tiredly. He gestured for her to continue.

“What happens now? How far is she? What did she told you? Will she keep the child? What have you told her?” was her continued tirade of questions.

She dished out one after another that Ron snapped his eyes open and gaped at her helplessly.

“Will you ask her to marry you? Do you even want the child? What exactly do you plan to do, Ronald?”

She paused to inhale, and gazed at him expectantly. Nobody moved nor talked, the couple just waited for Ron to reply. Who just immersed himself into deep thoughts, his mind rolled with various scenarios: the gist of it always ending with the same question, what will become of him and Pansy?

He peek an eye open and was startled to see Hermione right in front of his face. He could almost feel her warm breathe tingling into his nose because of the closeness.

She backed away, upon observing him fidget uncomfortably, and placed a comforting hand on his shoulders.

He sighed, “I don’t know what to do. She told me… it’s up to my decision. I mean she said… it’s basically mine too.”

Hermione nodded sympathetically, “What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know, yet.”

“Do you want to keep the child?”

“Uh… I- I’d think about it…” he answered hesitant.

“You’ll talk about this yes?” She asked more to herself than to Ron.

Ron nodded his head in agreement. “We will.”

“Where is she? Why are you here?” The statement sliced through their musings.

It was Fred and both stared at him. He only gave a non-committal shrug. “Shouldn’t he be there with her? Celebrating or grieving and all that whatnots, an expecting couple should be?” With the last words he stared unabashedly at Ron, “Deciding in short?” His voice was crisp and succinct and his eyes were narrowed suspiciously to his brother.

Hermione sat down again and observed Ron, all the while gently rubbing her abdomen. “I fainted and ran,” their visitor hurriedly mumbled. She and Fred gaped at him indecorously.

“You did not?” She asked dangerously low. She stood and gripped Ron’s wrist.

He nodded guiltily. “You’re an idiot, seriously!” Fred exclaimed. “What do you expect me to do?” He acidly retaliated, abruptly standing up. His ears turned red and he tugged to let go of Hermione’s hands. “I never expected that one coming! I’m not ready for it,” he groaned. “Heck, I’m not yet ready for our relationship!” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “It was really a surprise, we were just finished eating dinner and have been walking down under an umbrella when she popped out that… news. I fainted on the spot,” in this statement his cheeks reddened, “When I woke up, I said sorry and apparated like a coward.”

“Right you are, coward.”

Fred declared and stood up as well. He pointed an accusing finger to his brother. “Who in their right mind would leave a girl -especially his date- out in the rain? Are you mental?”

“I freaked out okay?!” Ron debated.

“Don’t make excuses for the things you do,” was Fred’s simple retort. He withdrew his hands and placed them into hid pockets. “You could have given her an answer,” he probed on, "instead of giving that pathetic excuse of I don’t know what to call it!” He shook his head and look at his brother pitifully. “What?” Ron spat out, torn between guilty and angry.

Both boys advanced to the other, they almost faced nose to nose with the table between them.

Hermione was left watching them, transfixed. She had a hand clamped over her mouth, the other dangling uselessly on side.

“Tell me dear brother, have you ever thought of these things the day you got inside of her?”

The best friends blushed at Fred’s bluntness; they exchanged a look and glanced away to opposite ways in embarrassment. He paid no heed as he said, “Shouldn’t you have cast protection spell you idiot? Or better yet you shouldn’t have touched her had you been on your right mind. But oh!” He had a ridiculing indignation plastered on his face. “You don’t really have a normal kind of mind don’t you? All that’s full of is quidditch and food… well sex in addition now.”

Ron’s features changed immediately, his ears grew redder than it had been and his eyes were narrowed in anger. His hands clumsily slipped off to the pocket of his maroon coat.

Fred appeared to do the same, because seconds later, a wand halted Ron of his search. “Don’t you ever try to attack me in my own home,” he enunciated the words clearly with a jab at his direction.

“Listen Ron,” he stressed his name, “the point is, you started it, you caused it. You should end it!”

He dared him to contradict but Ron did nothing but lower his hand, calming down. The tension was eased when Fred tucked his own away.

“Look Fred…” Ron started, “I’m afraid, okay?” His face returned to its normal shade.

Fred disagreed, “Afraid of what? RESPONSIBILITY?” He raised an eyebrow skeptically. “Sorry dear brother that song’s been sung too many times, I could count. I won’t believe it one bit.”

“Yes-no… yes, that too. But actually of the people’s view. I mean what if we don’t work this out? And if we do, what would they think? A child out of wedlock? What would they think of her? What would they say?”

He slumped into the couch again. To Fred he looked like some one who aged greatly in the span of two days. Ron’s forehead was creased with lines too many for Fred to count which meant he’s thinking too deep-something normal Ronald Bilius Weasley would be last thing doing. His face was marred into a frown the markings, usual yet unusually, blending in with the freckles present. The stance of his brother was also disturbing; instead of showing his full height, he was slumped into the couch, shoulders sagged. He perfectly resembled a man who lost everything in a war.

Fred never saw something more pathetic in his whole meaningful life. He wanted to sneer in disgust at his own blood and kin for obvious unquestionable reasons but he badly wished to comfort him too, like any good brother should.

Nevertheless he can’t.

It would be too immature, too unhelpful and too insensitive of him to lay out things for Ron. He’s not that giving to do so. Honestly, if it’s up to him, he’d leave Ron out of everything until the end of the world. Cruel, correct, but Fred stayed by his case: Ron needed to grow up and -soon.

It’s not like Ronnie’s a foolish obnoxious naive prat... he just leaned a little to the... immaturity side more often than not. This would be Ron’s battle, one that only he can control and decided, hopefully his time for metamorphism. Fred strongly believed that all he needed is a push at the right direction, and this maybe the motivation needed. They can only offer advice, he’s aware of that, but never impose. A child’s life is at stake here.

“Fred,” his voice weary, Ron ceased the musings of his brother, “There’s too many cases involved… it’s… it is very much… complicated… more than it seems.”

“But Ron,” the sentence surprised the boys and they turned to the lone girl of the home. “If this is only about the people… the others, it isn’t really complex as you make it sound.” She took a seat on the sofa Ron recently vacated while Fred monitored her every move with a sharp eye.

Ron’s attention was shifted without further ado, “How can you say so Hermione?” He stepped closer to his best friend and told her, “She told me herself, the media’s bound to be crazy if they find out this… scandal. They’d be enjoying trying to dish out details… picking out our relationship-whatever you can call it that’s it… and they’d be hideously delighted to, as they term it, ‘coverage’ Pansy and I every waking day of our lives, so tell me? How did these types of people doesn’t matter?”

He held his right palm out open to accompany his rant, “Hermione you told me that paparazzi’s are only present in the muggle world, really. Then how can Ginny and Malfoy’s escapades publicized? Remember the drama it caused? What about Luna and Harry? Those hateful deranged articles which declared Luna’s a tramp in disguise? Was that another Rita Skeeter? You never seen Harry act like mad like I dunno bloody hell like some man in amok… haven’t you? I can’t afford her to be served out in the pack of hungry… bloody annoying wolves.”

“Oh, but you won’t exactly ‘serve’ her in the pack of hungry bloody wolves would you?” Hermione repeated his words slowly.

“Ronald, the answer is simple: don’t mind them.”

Fred piped in; he had the same air of composure Hermione imposed. He knew where she’s getting, and winked at her.

“Yes, he’s right.” Hermione rolled her eyes at him.

“How can I- when, you know I followed your advice. We went into muggle world in… Paris was that?” Ron stopped and racked his memory for the place he and his… companion visited last month. “But the next day, a picture of us… was put in a blind item. If only that thing- Pansy and I was able to easily deny- cause that million of responses, how else would the wizarding world react when they’d learn of her condition? It’ll be a Merlin… a… bloody happy day for those people.”

“Ron,” she shrieked in frustration, “People’s opinion was never a need. It’s always an option!”

“Hermione, third point of views always matter!! It does!” He shot back, “It does for her! That I’m sure! Why else would you think she request to have our meetings be in secret? Why do we have to be degraded into hiding away from London? Why would she not let me meet her parents first?”

He gave a derisive shake of his head and chuckled dryly, “that may be why she decided to let me decide. To escape from the hard thing… just let Ron decide, let him suffer, Ron this, Ron that…” He said the words tauntingly in a small voice that reminded them of Dolores Umbridge. Hermione stared at him aghast.

“You- you-“ she began, reddening. “How dare you say that? How dare you accuse her of that nonsense?” She clenched her knuckles so hard that they turned pale… near white. She stood in her full height, looking formidable despite her form. Fred looked at her in panic. “Dear, Hermione… darling” he moved toward, his voice shaky he said, “Calm down… it’s not good.” He murmured words and soothed her through his touch, and took her into his arms.

She settled only lightly and let Fred take her hands. “Ron-“she said in a tone that could put the Antarctic Weather to shame, “Have you ever tried to ask her what she felt? What she thinks? What is her opinion?”

“Ronald,” Fred added, “before you go on jumping into conclusions talk to her first. Ask her, what she’d really want. You’re not sure, for all we know she may have let you decide because she’s afraid of what you want. What if she thinks you don’t want the child? It’ll be too out of the line if she asked that you keep the child when you don’t want to. She’s giving you chance to choose. Not many in your situation have that. She’s respecting you. She values your opinion. Not the media’s, her parent’s nor the Slytherin’s… not them but only yours.”

“As for your relationship,” Hermione continued her voice no longer icy. “Ron it’s normal for her to fear. It is kind of unusual after all. You’re hanging on a precarious situation. People aren’t used to some one like her- a well known anti-muggle advocate before and you- your family’s the famous dubbed ‘blood traitors’, muggle lovers; together. Do you see it now? She needs time… she had to get used to all of these things. Yet this came before she could… I’d dare to bet that she’s also scared.”

During their exchanged rants, Ron just stood there stiffly; no signs indicated what he thought. Although the couple knew that he heard every tiny bit of their rant. Hermione pushed her luck and added nearing him, “Go to her. Talk this about your selves. We can only do advices, some insights… but never decisions. This is about you and her. Nobody else’s. You might be even more surprised with the outcome. Things will be fine Ron, trust me.”

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“So darling…” Fred said after Ron apparated with a pop, “that was really interesting wasn’t it?”

“Oh hush Fred!” she admonished, and sunk deeper into the confines of the couch. “I hope that things would be fine for them.”

“It certainly would,” her companion said airily. “I bet you, the next day Ron would tell the family he’s engaged.”

She looked at her doubtfully, “Really?” She asked mildly amused. “Really,” he confirmed and nodded mockingly. “Ron’s like that.”

“Fred!”

“It’s true and you know it!” he shrugged, “anyway enough of Ron issue.” He crept to her, and huskily whispered into her ears, “I’m hungry Mrs. Weasley.” His breathe tickled her; she shivered a little and attempted to get away. Fred was quicker and he held her close, no signs of escape. His hold was not tight enough to suffocate yet Hermione knew it won’t be easily broken too. She sighed contentedly when he lovingly rubbed circles against her stomach. “Hermione,” he tuned, the desire unhidden. “My needs have to be sated.” He cupped her chin that she clearly saw his eyes, it was full of craving. She shuddered from the intensity of his gaze. More from anticipation than fear, she supposed.

“Sated Fred?” She echoed, with a questioning stress. “Yes, wife,” he answered moving his face closer.

“You should have told me before, darling.” She purred, wiggled out of his grasp and waddled to the kitchen. She swayed her hips in what she hoped was seductive “Come,” she tilted her head when she approached the door. Fred followed her immediately like a puppy, apparating so that he was right in front of her in an instant. “Not so fast,” she said her voice sultry, halting Fred who was in the process of unbuttoning his polo, “I need to do few things first.”

He nodded halfheartedly and settled himself on the frame of the door. She went past him and situated herself in front of the stove. She pointed her wand, which she took from the bedroom before Ron left, on the pots and pan and searched for her favorite kitchen utensils.

He stared at her, his eyes full of wanting and… confusion. Why is she cooking at this time?

After some moments which felt like hundred of light-years for him, she called, “Here Fred,” and invited him to the seat directly across her. A number of foods were placed into the table; Fred even saw one of his favorites, Chocolate fudge. He almost glided just to reach her straight away. She went to get one of the chairs and tried to pull one but Fred beat her into it again, he slid one chair off. He offered and helped her to it. He had been puzzled on why she would seat when…

“Hermione?” He questioned, his voice still coated with desire yet in lesser degree. He hasn’t taken a sit yet so he stood towering over her; she had to crane her neck. “You said you’re hungry honey. Come on join me in, let’s eat!” She exclaimed a tad bit enthusiastic than usual for Fred’s liking. He stared at her in shock, “Granger, really!” He said exasperatedly not hiding disappointment, “You got me worked up for nothing!”

“Oh believe me; it wasn’t supposed to be nothing,” with this he perked up. He looked at her hopefully, “But I got hungry. Change of plans. Mister, would you pass me those?” She smirked, seeing him wilt, and gestured to the strawberries on his left. “And it’s Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley!” He did nothing but stare at her… in astonishment, amusement, irritation, or amazement, he doesn’t know. The mixture of all maybe?

“Bloody hormonal pregnant women….!”

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End. ;]

cramming it all...

Sun, 13 Jul 2008 11:20:07 GMT

Sorry for the very late update, I already have my second prompt ready for 100quills, the draft all copy read really. But meh---- school seemed to have found this week to make me crazy so... I was left with no choice but to cram. Write reports, write notes, write the story if I have time and well... write seat works, exercises and pseudo codes. Proud Information Technology shiftee at your service!:)

Well... this time, I decided to avert the spotlight from AinA, I'll create a new collection of one-shots, Accidentally in Love. Inspired by the song of Counting Crows, "Accidentally in Love." I hope many would be appealed by the story... I spent hours and nights to polish the first one-shot in the collection!

So... well... can't think of anything to say... Ta ta!

Till next,
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baby steps?

Sun, 29 Jun 2008 08:14:34 GMT

Finally, after waiting too long for the persons I contacted I decided I've waited long enough.
Truthfully I'm thankful for them... however I can't wait longer.
I'm not really in much hurry but I fear that if I take too long I might forget about the prompts.
It would be a real disappointment and shame if I did.
I certainly have loads of plots and certain scenarios ready for some of the prompts provided by 100quills... o.O

I already posted the Angels in Action (AinA for easier typing.^^), Chapter I: Persuasion at various communities and my profile at FF. I want to share Fred/Hermione because actually not many support it yet.
I just hope that I did not make many people cringe in disgust or something... xD

Notes about AinA: I can't be too sure when I'll post an update, depends on my mood I guess.
But certainly the story would almost revolve around different first persons point of views.
Maybe George next? or Ron, Comparing Fred/Hermione's state to his and his mystery girl?
Not sure...

It's not really a multi-chaptered fic, rather a connected web of one-shots.
AinA:Persuasion can stand alone after all.
If I ever decided not to continue it, I won't leave a reader hanging on that much, I believe.

Nobody asked me this question yet, but I'll be forward enough to tell this now:
I entitled my first story to Harry Potter fandom, Angels in Action deliberately.
I thought of it Angels because that what basically each chapter would have.
The person who'll be more or less likely the narrator will be the "angel."
He/she would try to help, directly or not, our hero and heroine.
It maybe in the form of an advice, a matchmaking date, or a devious idea to have them hooked up.
Like cupid or something...
I started with Ginevra because I feel she's the most appropriate.
I just love writing her.
Though I'm not sure if I'm giving her character the credit it deserves... I wish.
I'm in a pickle to who's next, there's too many to choose upon.
For all I know, I may settle with Pansy... or Blaise?
I guess we'll just find it out our selves ne?:)
And each chapter would involve a prompt, its the whole reason I wrote that story!
(Well except for wanting to share the love that is 'Fremione.') :)

So some of the basics explained, I don't want people to start cursing me or something because of a very late update.
I'll be very honest... I'm really... BUSY, all letters in capitals.
It's not easy being a college-student and an irregular.
Shifting to another course is not an easy ride.
Why I'm still surprise I actually have lasted this long!

If ever, IF okay?
Some people would ask question that can be answered by this post, I'll just refer back.
And be ready for another story from me: Accidentally in love I believe?
Its also a compilation of one-shots containing the prompts of 100quills about Fred/Hermione. Mostly fluffy, I think.... ^^;;

Until then,
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finally, ♫

Thu, 19 Jun 2008 03:59:39 GMT

Did it. It was kind of late and all I know, but finally. I have finished my prompt #1, BLIND.
I currently have it beta-read first... seeing as I don't trust myself with grammars and stuff. (^^;;)
I hope my internalization of the characters don't suck. I'll be terribly devastated if I did!

I don't know when I can post it... it depends on my beta-reader (whom I can't thank enough) I suppose... :)
And this livejournal business? I don't know... I'm still groping at some parts, and when i mean groping
meaning snooping around and trying to understand things. It's not hard or complicated believe me,
just not used to it.

The song is wonderful! I love it! :)

I'll update things when I post the story... the sooner the better.

Till here...

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Christian Music Lyrics | Christian Gospel Song

Yes!

Fri, 13 Jun 2008 12:30:09 GMT

Another so-called project.... Hope I get it done... ♥

001.	Blind.	002.	Need.	003.	Gold.	004.	Foreign.	005.	Refusal.
006.	Impromptu.	007.	Chains.	008.	Miracle.	009.	Justice.	010.	Soft.
011.	Water.	012.	Choices.	013.	Sliver.	014.	Enemies.	015.	Head.
016.	Farewells.	017.	Overturn.	018.	Horizon.	019.	Red.	020.	Snow.
021.	Children.	022.	Blur.	023.	Invisible.	024.	Missing.	025.	Flattery.
026.	Miscommunication.	027.	Wind.	028.	Irritation.	029.	Why?	030.	Protocol.
031.	His.	032.	Club.	033.	Breathing.	034.	Wings.	035.	Thief.
036.	Tense.	037.	Sunshine.	038.	Smoke.	039.	Passion.	040.	Dirty.
041.	Awake.	042.	Ghost.	043.	Rumor.	044.	Mirror.	045.	Eclipse.
046.	Impossible.	047.	Seek.	048.	Image.	049.	Welcome.	050.	Wisdom.

Prompt 50.2 from 100quills, my take for Fred Weasley and Hermione Granger related fanfictions. :) I'll be using this as a guide and all prompt hyperlinked are considered done. God Bless.:)

♪

Fri, 13 Jun 2008 12:16:39 GMT

Happy! ♪

....not.

                I can't seem to make a fanfiction about Namikaze Minato and Uzumaki Kushina of Naruto... 0.o I can't even get to start working on a very simple drabble!! Grrr, I do hope I can get the job done before the month ends. I am looking forward to solely working on Fred/Hermione fanfictions. -~~along with my schooling that is~!~~

I just recently discovered this pairing and I'm proud to say I fell HARD. (Now I don't even know why I supported Ron/Hermione for a long time ago.) I hope that being new to the fandom would not cause me some of the major fanfiction peeves. -OOCness, Mary Sue-ness, and all that whatnot.

             Fred, as I discovered is a simple yet complicated character to write. The fact that not many is known about him is what makes him the more interesting. You can tweak his character a bit here and there, his serious side his playful demeanor, his charming-ness, Fred Weasley is an easy to love character. I am really really utterly truly honestly actually sincerely frankly openly directly really really in fact: disappointed, lonely, gloomy, depressed, heartbroken, remorseful, upset, unhappy angry, sad, sorrowful melancholic, regretful, delusional, hysteric and slowly dying ever since I was brought into the reality (-well in fiction anyways-) that FRED WEASLEY is gone, deceased, passed away, departed, ~~in short~~ dead from the Harry Potter world courtesy of the last released book: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

I am aware that I really sound paradoxical, before when I read the book I have not been concerned ~~aside from slightly accepting~~HIM. :(

                                           Why does FRED WEASLEY have to DIE?

Well no use crying over spoiled milk~!

Seeing that it had been a year since he died,
I want to make something for dear Fred and something for that Fred died, but now since I learned to love his character (-believe me when I say I treat Fred and George as two different entities) I am greatly missing Hermione Granger too.
I believe that a fanfiction can be put into service.
And this is what I meant to do...

I hope that I will give justice to their personalities.
I want to improve my writing and grammar.
Lastly, I want to enjoy and continue loving both these characters and the pair...-more and deeper.
I want to fall in love with them,
HARDER.

moving_

Thu, 12 Jun 2008 04:19:25 GMT

Hellos,

I am new to the Harry Potter Fandom and I thought it would be much better to create an account. I really really plan to work on some future fics and I want to have a database or storage or whatever at the Online World.

It would be a way of my appreciation to the Harry Potter pairings by writing stories about them, drawing some (sucky) arts and even doing Avatars or banners or whatnots.

So~

Till here, until next time...

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