ANGELICAL FATE
By Jake Sklarew
A.K.A. TwinsenDude, and TwinsenDude@aol.com is my e-mail.
Note: I wrote all of this unless otherwise noted only after reading the 4th Harry Potter book by J.K. Rowling. Also, I plan to spend a LOT of time on this, so PLEASE read and review.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, this is a work of fiction, blah blah blah u get the idea. PLEASE DON'T SUE ME MS. ROWLING!!!
Warning: THIS IS RATED R BY ME THEREFORE YOU SHOULD NOT READ THIS UNLESS YOU ARE 1. 18 OR OLDER, 2. HAVE YOUR PARENTS PERMISSION, 3. JUST REALLY WANT TO READ A GOOD STORY, OR 4. ARE EXTREMELY PERVERTED AND CAN'T RESIST.
OH ALSO!!!!!: If you see any spelling mistakes in my writing tell me in a review and I will award you with one point. I will keep track on my computer and I am not sure what the person with the most at the end will get. Only the first person to report the error gets the point. Also, if there is ANY suggestion you have at all, please let me know.
YAY ON TO THE STORY!!!!
(yet again, PLEASE R&R)
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*Chapter one: Confessions to embarrassment*
Harry Potter was in his 7th year at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. He was Head boy of Gryffindor and, of course Hermione Granger was Head Girl.
"Hey Hermione, what was that last ingredient in that potion of skull essence? I forgot and I have a test in Snape's Class tomorrow," said Harry with disgust.
"For the love of... nevermind. Harry this must be your fifth time, am I right?" Hermione asked, blushing a little
"Nope, sixth!" Ron had just burst in to the room, and had a torn paper banner lying across his chest, hanging from his shoulders.
"Very funny, RONALD!" Harry retorted. "Besides," he said, getting a little calmer, "where have you been, and what is that?"
"I," he said holding his nose up in the air, "was just at the hidden 'last year at Hogwarts' party, where were you?"
"Oh no! I forgot."
"Yeah," Hermione said, "but you wouldn't have been able to finsh studying for your test."
"Awww, Mione! Errr, I would've taken you!"
"You- You mean it? Oh Harry that would've been wonderful. I finished my homework long before it started anyway."
"Phew."
Hermione had loved Harry ever since 5th year, when they were attacked by a perverted monster who made them play truth or dare. However, since they didn't want the monster to dare them to to weird things, they always said truth. They learned a lot more about each other, and started liking each other, but in secret, as neither one knew about the other's feelings.
There was a pause, and then, "Ron! Is that lipstick on your neck? Oh and XYZ [for those of you who don't know this means examine your zipper]!" exclaimed Hermione.
"Ron," asked Harry, "what happened at that party?"
"Well, um.... You see, er, the thing about that is..."
"Ron spit it out, don't forget I just got some of that truth potion, so I could force you to --"
"No way, you are NOT using that stuff on me NO WAIT STOP!"
Harry flipped out his wand and shouted, "Essala Mina!"
Ron immediately went into a sort of trance, sat down on the couch and didn't move.
"Good show, Harry," said Hermione, "now lets just add some of this potion."
And with that she took a potion out of her pocket that was creamy red. "Wait a second," she said, "lets see, shake it for lies, stir it for unconciousness, and right, swirl it for truth."
And she began to swirl the flask, and as she did so, it seemed to emit a light. This light grew and grew, and eventually became so bright Harry had to shield his eyes.
After about 10 seconds, the light subsided, and as Harry looked into the flask, he saw it start to change color! It was morphing into a deep, rich blue color.
As soon as it was completely blue, Hermione opened it, and tipped it into Ron's mouth. After 4 drops, she pulled back.
"There, that should do it."
"Lets just test," Harry said. "Ron, what is the radius of a circle that's diameter is twice the hight of Crabbe and Goyle combined?"
"I'm too dull to answer that question," responded Ron.
"Yeah, it works," Harry said with a smile.
"Alright," Hermione said, "What did you do at that party today that got you lipstick on your neck and your zipper down?"
"I... I started off having some beers. Then a hufflepuff girl... I don't remember her name came in a hot outfit, and gave me a lap dance. Ahhhhhhh.... Anyway, she had obviously had too many beers also because she asked me if I wanted to go to one of the 'Private Rooms' in the party, and I agreed, none too reluctantly either. So we went into the PR, and there was a bed.
"So we lay down, and she took off my shoes and socks. So I did the same, but then took off her shirt. In retort, she took off my shirt and slid off my belt. Now it started getting exciting, because she --"
"OKAY OKAY YOU CAN STOP NOW!" Shouted Hermione.
Harry said the reverse spell and Ron was back to normal.
"Hey, what happened, I feel like I fainted."
"Nevermind."
"Hey Harry," said Hermione, "that was sort of sick, do you want to take a walk?"
"Sure."
So Ron went up to the dorm, and Harry and Hermione headed for one of the secret exits.
Hermione put her arm around Harry's shoulder, and Harry did the same.
Although the perfect match, and seventh years, Harry and Hermione were not girlfriend and boyfriend regardless of the time they spent together.
Hermione had been trying to start this relationship for what seemed forever, but poor Harry just didn't seem to really love her the way she did for her.
She had been hinting towards him in every way possible, but he never made a move. It made her very discouraged that Harry didn't show anything for her, except a friendship.
They were walking a little ways from the forbidden forest, and they sat down on their favorite log. It was a large, redwood log, where the ends tipped to points instead of being flat.
But the reason it was their favorite was that it produced butterbeer! One of the tipps, when pressed in a certain way would shoot butterbeer, and so they magically created mugs, and filled up.
Hermione sat next to Harry and held him close. He seemed quite nervous.
"Er, I don't really know how to say this Mione. I... well, I just..."
"What?" Hermione asked.
"*sigh*. Well I wanted to tell you that I.... *Muttering to himself: Get a hold of yourself! Come on don't make a fool of yourself! Oh I know* Hey Mione, wanna play truth or dare?"
"Oh not that. Wait, but if the monster isn't here it can't be that bad. Sure!"
"Okay do you want to go first?"
"No way!" shouted Hermione.
"Fine, I'll go first. Truth."
"Um, truth... lets see, oh, here we go! What do you like about me most?!"
"Oooooh, a hard one," answered Harry. "I'll have to say that you are so honest and frank."
"Really Harry? Why thank you!"
"Okay, you're turn."
"Okay, dare me!"
"Well, okay. I dare you to... bounce up and down on the log until your butt falls asleep!"
"Harry!"
"You have to do it!"
"Okay, fine!"
And so she bounced up and down for a minute or so. Harry hadn't realized it before, but Hermione was hot! Her bouncing up and down just made him feel naughty, so he tryed just to look at her face.
"Okay, done! (Thank god!)"
"Okay, I pick dare," said Harry.
"Yay!" Exclaimed Hermione. "I have actually been waiting to see you do this, Harry! I want you to fly into a tree with your broomstick!"
"Oh no, my good broomstick! Oh well, I'll just use one of my older, not as good ones!"
So he summoned one of his old broomsticks, and flew straight into one of the nearby trees, while Hermione giggled so hard she fell down off the log!
"Okay, done, you go."
"Okay, truth."
"Hmmm. truth," Harry thought out loud, "I'll make this a double-truth."
"What does that mean?"
"It means we both have to answer it."
"Oooooh, cool!"
"Alright, here's the question: If you had to marry someone in the school, who would it be?"
"Oh my god Harry."
"What?" Harry asked, feeling downtrodden that his plan to express his feelings to Hermione weren't going to work.
"I.. I just can't answer that question."
"What do you mean, it's truth or dare, you have to answer or you lose!"
"So I lose."
"Oh come on Hermione, don't be such a party pooper. It can't be that bad."
"Trust me."
"What, do you hate everyone?" Harry asked sarcastically.
"Of course not! I just can't answer."
"Oh my god. Come on. Is there any way?"
"Nope, sorry."
"What if I told you my answer first?"
"I wouldn't care because I still wouldn't tell you."
"Fine," said Harry, "I'll tell you anyway. The person I would want to marry, or not would, but want to marry, is ... ... you."
By Jake Sklarew
A.K.A. TwinsenDude, and TwinsenDude@aol.com is my e-mail.
Note: I wrote all of this unless otherwise noted only after reading the 4th Harry Potter book by J.K. Rowling. Also, I plan to spend a LOT of time on this, so PLEASE read and review.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, this is a work of fiction, blah blah blah u get the idea. PLEASE DON'T SUE ME MS. ROWLING!!!
Warning: THIS IS RATED R BY ME THEREFORE YOU SHOULD NOT READ THIS UNLESS YOU ARE 1. 18 OR OLDER, 2. HAVE YOUR PARENTS PERMISSION, 3. JUST REALLY WANT TO READ A GOOD STORY, OR 4. ARE EXTREMELY PERVERTED AND CAN'T RESIST.
OH ALSO!!!!!: If you see any spelling mistakes in my writing tell me in a review and I will award you with one point. I will keep track on my computer and I am not sure what the person with the most at the end will get. Only the first person to report the error gets the point. Also, if there is ANY suggestion you have at all, please let me know.
YAY ON TO THE STORY!!!!
(yet again, PLEASE R&R)
-------------------------------------------------------
*Chapter one: Confessions to embarrassment*
Harry Potter was in his 7th year at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. He was Head boy of Gryffindor and, of course Hermione Granger was Head Girl.
"Hey Hermione, what was that last ingredient in that potion of skull essence? I forgot and I have a test in Snape's Class tomorrow," said Harry with disgust.
"For the love of... nevermind. Harry this must be your fifth time, am I right?" Hermione asked, blushing a little
"Nope, sixth!" Ron had just burst in to the room, and had a torn paper banner lying across his chest, hanging from his shoulders.
"Very funny, RONALD!" Harry retorted. "Besides," he said, getting a little calmer, "where have you been, and what is that?"
"I," he said holding his nose up in the air, "was just at the hidden 'last year at Hogwarts' party, where were you?"
"Oh no! I forgot."
"Yeah," Hermione said, "but you wouldn't have been able to finsh studying for your test."
"Awww, Mione! Errr, I would've taken you!"
"You- You mean it? Oh Harry that would've been wonderful. I finished my homework long before it started anyway."
"Phew."
Hermione had loved Harry ever since 5th year, when they were attacked by a perverted monster who made them play truth or dare. However, since they didn't want the monster to dare them to to weird things, they always said truth. They learned a lot more about each other, and started liking each other, but in secret, as neither one knew about the other's feelings.
There was a pause, and then, "Ron! Is that lipstick on your neck? Oh and XYZ [for those of you who don't know this means examine your zipper]!" exclaimed Hermione.
"Ron," asked Harry, "what happened at that party?"
"Well, um.... You see, er, the thing about that is..."
"Ron spit it out, don't forget I just got some of that truth potion, so I could force you to --"
"No way, you are NOT using that stuff on me NO WAIT STOP!"
Harry flipped out his wand and shouted, "Essala Mina!"
Ron immediately went into a sort of trance, sat down on the couch and didn't move.
"Good show, Harry," said Hermione, "now lets just add some of this potion."
And with that she took a potion out of her pocket that was creamy red. "Wait a second," she said, "lets see, shake it for lies, stir it for unconciousness, and right, swirl it for truth."
And she began to swirl the flask, and as she did so, it seemed to emit a light. This light grew and grew, and eventually became so bright Harry had to shield his eyes.
After about 10 seconds, the light subsided, and as Harry looked into the flask, he saw it start to change color! It was morphing into a deep, rich blue color.
As soon as it was completely blue, Hermione opened it, and tipped it into Ron's mouth. After 4 drops, she pulled back.
"There, that should do it."
"Lets just test," Harry said. "Ron, what is the radius of a circle that's diameter is twice the hight of Crabbe and Goyle combined?"
"I'm too dull to answer that question," responded Ron.
"Yeah, it works," Harry said with a smile.
"Alright," Hermione said, "What did you do at that party today that got you lipstick on your neck and your zipper down?"
"I... I started off having some beers. Then a hufflepuff girl... I don't remember her name came in a hot outfit, and gave me a lap dance. Ahhhhhhh.... Anyway, she had obviously had too many beers also because she asked me if I wanted to go to one of the 'Private Rooms' in the party, and I agreed, none too reluctantly either. So we went into the PR, and there was a bed.
"So we lay down, and she took off my shoes and socks. So I did the same, but then took off her shirt. In retort, she took off my shirt and slid off my belt. Now it started getting exciting, because she --"
"OKAY OKAY YOU CAN STOP NOW!" Shouted Hermione.
Harry said the reverse spell and Ron was back to normal.
"Hey, what happened, I feel like I fainted."
"Nevermind."
"Hey Harry," said Hermione, "that was sort of sick, do you want to take a walk?"
"Sure."
So Ron went up to the dorm, and Harry and Hermione headed for one of the secret exits.
Hermione put her arm around Harry's shoulder, and Harry did the same.
Although the perfect match, and seventh years, Harry and Hermione were not girlfriend and boyfriend regardless of the time they spent together.
Hermione had been trying to start this relationship for what seemed forever, but poor Harry just didn't seem to really love her the way she did for her.
She had been hinting towards him in every way possible, but he never made a move. It made her very discouraged that Harry didn't show anything for her, except a friendship.
They were walking a little ways from the forbidden forest, and they sat down on their favorite log. It was a large, redwood log, where the ends tipped to points instead of being flat.
But the reason it was their favorite was that it produced butterbeer! One of the tipps, when pressed in a certain way would shoot butterbeer, and so they magically created mugs, and filled up.
Hermione sat next to Harry and held him close. He seemed quite nervous.
"Er, I don't really know how to say this Mione. I... well, I just..."
"What?" Hermione asked.
"*sigh*. Well I wanted to tell you that I.... *Muttering to himself: Get a hold of yourself! Come on don't make a fool of yourself! Oh I know* Hey Mione, wanna play truth or dare?"
"Oh not that. Wait, but if the monster isn't here it can't be that bad. Sure!"
"Okay do you want to go first?"
"No way!" shouted Hermione.
"Fine, I'll go first. Truth."
"Um, truth... lets see, oh, here we go! What do you like about me most?!"
"Oooooh, a hard one," answered Harry. "I'll have to say that you are so honest and frank."
"Really Harry? Why thank you!"
"Okay, you're turn."
"Okay, dare me!"
"Well, okay. I dare you to... bounce up and down on the log until your butt falls asleep!"
"Harry!"
"You have to do it!"
"Okay, fine!"
And so she bounced up and down for a minute or so. Harry hadn't realized it before, but Hermione was hot! Her bouncing up and down just made him feel naughty, so he tryed just to look at her face.
"Okay, done! (Thank god!)"
"Okay, I pick dare," said Harry.
"Yay!" Exclaimed Hermione. "I have actually been waiting to see you do this, Harry! I want you to fly into a tree with your broomstick!"
"Oh no, my good broomstick! Oh well, I'll just use one of my older, not as good ones!"
So he summoned one of his old broomsticks, and flew straight into one of the nearby trees, while Hermione giggled so hard she fell down off the log!
"Okay, done, you go."
"Okay, truth."
"Hmmm. truth," Harry thought out loud, "I'll make this a double-truth."
"What does that mean?"
"It means we both have to answer it."
"Oooooh, cool!"
"Alright, here's the question: If you had to marry someone in the school, who would it be?"
"Oh my god Harry."
"What?" Harry asked, feeling downtrodden that his plan to express his feelings to Hermione weren't going to work.
"I.. I just can't answer that question."
"What do you mean, it's truth or dare, you have to answer or you lose!"
"So I lose."
"Oh come on Hermione, don't be such a party pooper. It can't be that bad."
"Trust me."
"What, do you hate everyone?" Harry asked sarcastically.
"Of course not! I just can't answer."
"Oh my god. Come on. Is there any way?"
"Nope, sorry."
"What if I told you my answer first?"
"I wouldn't care because I still wouldn't tell you."
"Fine," said Harry, "I'll tell you anyway. The person I would want to marry, or not would, but want to marry, is ... ... you."