Challenge written for the HPFC forum under "The If You Dare Challenge" issued by Slytherin Cat. White Level- write a hundred stories based on 100 of the given prompts. I will be posting each prompt in this fic as chapters. All of these will be less than 200 words, as an added challenge to myself. The "M" rating will eventually come into play, and you can see the rating, genre, and featuring character(s) at the start of each prompt. Enjoy! Please Read and Review!
Disclaimer: This is purely for fun, and all I own is the plot.
A Nine Iron
Featuring: Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: K+
Hermione Granger was creeping around her house, her dad's favorite nine iron gripped in her hands. It was dark, and it was the first night she had ever spent in her house alone. She was sixteen, she should be able to spend the night alone for Merlin's sake! Instead, she was wandering around her house terrified that the noise she had heard wasn't a neighborhood dog passing through the yard, and instead an escaped convict hell-bent on cutting her insides out while she was still alive.
She should really stop reading Murder-Mystery novels before bed.
Hermione let out a shriek as a tall figure rounded a corner at the same time. She struck at with all her might, hearing a cry as the nine iron hit the shoulder of the intruder.
"'Mione!" the figure stumbled backwards, and Hermione reached along the wall until she had managed to flip the lights on. When she saw Ron there she dropped the golf equipment and put her hand over her fluttering heart, "What are you doing here, Ronald?!"
Rubbing his shoulder, Ron closed the gap between them and took her face in his hands, "This."
And then he kissed her.
Right, so that was installment 197 out of 200 possible words. The next prompt is: We're Splitting Up… and will feature Bill and Fleur Weasley. Don't forget to review, and thank you for reading!
-Ryyan
