The Battle Of The Chicks:
Who Gets Ron?
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Author's Note: Hope you like this chapter! I did it in about fifteen minutes. My third Harry Potter fanfic!
*Squeals* Do the happy dance! Plz Review!!!! Enjoy!!
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Chapter One: Dreaming of Tomorrow
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A slender figure in a nightgown of light blue silk was gazing out at the bright diamond stars on a small balcony overlooking a fresh sweet-smelling garden.
A red rose was twisted in her soft chocolate-brown hair with silver- blonde streaks.
Her dazzling, deep cinnamon-brown eyes were sparkling and dancing, framed with long, black eyelashes.
Her smooth skin was milky-white with faint freckles. Her hands were grasping the edge of the balcony ledge.
The shimmering crystal moon beamed on her smiling face.
Her song echoed throughout the emerald trees.
"As midnight flowers bloom,
The golden sun sinks,
Darkness looms.
All hope is gone,
For a bright day,
I've waited for so long.
Your arms pull me into embrace,
You whisper warm words:
I love you. Hope for light. With all your might. Hope for light.
The midnight flowers' perfume fills me.
Sweet Hope.
And Dreams Of Tomorrow."
Her soft lullaby floated into the shimmering star-dust breezing in the fresh air. Echoes of her sweet voice bounced through the silent night. She was ecstatic that it was the last day of summer. Tomorrow she would be re- united with Harry and Ron.
Ron...
He was the reason she lived. He was her meaning for life. She loved him.
She smiled tenderly. She lifted herself up off the white marble balcony ledge, dancing gracefully into the room inside, her bed chamber.
Twirling on her toes, she whirled in circles, raising her slim arms over her head like a ballerina. She gently tumbled onto her velvety, light lilac bed, sighing peacefully. She lay relaxing, tugging her silk mauve blanket around her wispy body loosely, while delicately resting her head on a deep purple, feathery pillow.
She quietly closed her eyes, breathing smoothly and letting her mind drift.
She couldn't wait until tomorrow. Her heart fluttered when she thought of Ron. His fiery ruby hair, his bright crystal azure eyes, the way he hugged her last year...
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Her thoughts of Ron and her love for him were just as vivid in her slumber. She dreamed of him all the time, but this time was different. Ron and Hermione would dance forever in her dreams of tomorrow.
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Author's Note: So do you like it so far? Plz review.
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Author's Note: Hope you like this chapter! I did it in about fifteen minutes. My third Harry Potter fanfic!
*Squeals* Do the happy dance! Plz Review!!!! Enjoy!!
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Chapter One: Dreaming of Tomorrow
*************************
A slender figure in a nightgown of light blue silk was gazing out at the bright diamond stars on a small balcony overlooking a fresh sweet-smelling garden.
A red rose was twisted in her soft chocolate-brown hair with silver- blonde streaks.
Her dazzling, deep cinnamon-brown eyes were sparkling and dancing, framed with long, black eyelashes.
Her smooth skin was milky-white with faint freckles. Her hands were grasping the edge of the balcony ledge.
The shimmering crystal moon beamed on her smiling face.
Her song echoed throughout the emerald trees.
"As midnight flowers bloom,
The golden sun sinks,
Darkness looms.
All hope is gone,
For a bright day,
I've waited for so long.
Your arms pull me into embrace,
You whisper warm words:
I love you. Hope for light. With all your might. Hope for light.
The midnight flowers' perfume fills me.
Sweet Hope.
And Dreams Of Tomorrow."
Her soft lullaby floated into the shimmering star-dust breezing in the fresh air. Echoes of her sweet voice bounced through the silent night. She was ecstatic that it was the last day of summer. Tomorrow she would be re- united with Harry and Ron.
Ron...
He was the reason she lived. He was her meaning for life. She loved him.
She smiled tenderly. She lifted herself up off the white marble balcony ledge, dancing gracefully into the room inside, her bed chamber.
Twirling on her toes, she whirled in circles, raising her slim arms over her head like a ballerina. She gently tumbled onto her velvety, light lilac bed, sighing peacefully. She lay relaxing, tugging her silk mauve blanket around her wispy body loosely, while delicately resting her head on a deep purple, feathery pillow.
She quietly closed her eyes, breathing smoothly and letting her mind drift.
She couldn't wait until tomorrow. Her heart fluttered when she thought of Ron. His fiery ruby hair, his bright crystal azure eyes, the way he hugged her last year...
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Her thoughts of Ron and her love for him were just as vivid in her slumber. She dreamed of him all the time, but this time was different. Ron and Hermione would dance forever in her dreams of tomorrow.
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Author's Note: So do you like it so far? Plz review.
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