Hello ppl, I'm back again.
I need some vote, as you can see I'm planning some romance, but I cant decide whether to add in that much details or not. So I let you decide.
Do you want those hot and passion detailed scene (R-rated)?
OR Do you want to skip that part with "They had a night of hot passion" only (PG-13)?
Give me ur vote fast, I'm trying to read other ppl's R rated fic so that I can pick up something from them. I'm not expertised in that sort of thing, so I have to copy from here and there.
Anyone who is good in writing bed scenes, pls contact me. I need ur help.
Anyway, here is the story of the day!!
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Back at the Gryffindor common room, Hermione was trying to read a book upside down and Ron was trying to play chess with himself, earning weird looks from the chess pieces. Worries spelled across their faces, they can't help but worry that something might have happened to them though it was quite impossible, Voldemort was in power now nowhere whether muggle or magical was safe however Hogwarts was the safest place that ever exist.
Finally, it was Ron who first expressed his worry, he gave a roar of frustration and stood up from his chair abruptly, knocking it down and stormed towards the direction mumbling to himself,
"Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley. What had you two landed yourself in, might been ambushed by the Slytherins for all I know. I'm going to McGonagall's and file a missing report". Upon seeing Ron storming away, Hermione threw aside the book she was holding and stood up from the armchair, but before she could move towards Ron, the entrance to the Common room opened and showed the two person she and Ron were worrying about.
"Merlin, where did you two go? I'm thinking of going to McGonagall's to file a missing report, Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley missing, most probably kidnapped by the Slytherins or even worse, the deatheaters", Ron scolded them, his hands at his sides resembling a over-protective mother hen.
"Calm down Ronnikins, we just went for a walk and now we are back in one piece. We met no Slytherins on the way, and most certainly no deatheaters. Ginny is fine, and if you aren't convinced, you can check her, if there is any scratches on her, I, Harry James Potter would account for it", Harry rolled his eyes in annoyance.
Ron was slightly calmed at Harry's words and was teased terribly by Hermione, Ginny and Harry. He reddened to a shade almost identical to the scarlet colour of the Gryffindor scarf he's wearing and punched Harry playfully at his stomach. Harry picked up the book Hermione abandon a minute ago and flung it at Ron, catching him at his chest, and ran away. Ron, not wanting to let him escape with throwing a book at him, began picking up random stuff from the common room and chucking them at Harry.
The two immature boys chased each other childishly around the common room earning looks of disbelieve from the people in the common room, the famous The-Boy-Who-Lived and the cool Weasley redhead behaving like three-year-old kids. Ginny and Hermione's face were red with embarrassment, the two closest people to them behaving like complete morons in front of the whole Gryffindor.
Hermione being the most sensible, or rather insensible person around, walked in between the two chuckling teenager hoping to stop them in their activities, but they took no noticed of her and continued chucking pillows at each other. Unfortunately, Ron missed his target and instead of hitting Harry, it hit Hermione squarely at her head.
It was a grave mistake to make for the action drove Hermione nuts, she conjured lots of fluffy pillows and sent them chasing after Ron and Harry hitting them behind their head.
Yelps could be heard throughout the common room as Ron and Harry were hit repeatedly and they ran like manic screaming at the top of their lungs. The commotion attracted a lot of people's attention as in no time; there were a crowd of people watching them. Ginny was on the balls of her feet watching the pillow fight in excitement, Hermione smirked at the two screaming boys who were begging her to stop. She caught sight of Ginny jumping up and down watching Ron and Harry duck the flying pillows, and sent a pillow flying at her.
The pillow caught Ginny fully in the face, and it's a very bad move. Weasley woman wasn't a good target to be trifled with especially Ginny Weasley who had the worst temper imaginable. She took hold of the pillow that had hit her earlier, sent it flying at Hermione and got her off her feet, wiping the smirk off her face.
In no time, they were having a fierce pillow war, Ron and Hermione was cheered on by all their fellow 7th year Gryffindors, Ginny, by her fellow 6th year mates and Harry, who had the most supporters, was cheered on by almost all the Gryffindor girls, all no doubt his admirers, but no one dared to be in any vicinity near them. Ron was the first to collapse with exertion, follow by Harry, Hermione then Ginny. They were wet with perspiration, panting for breath; they looked at each other's amusing look and laughed themselves silly.
The grandfather clock, which stood beside the fireplace, stuck ten and as if reminding Harry that time was running out. He looked sadly at the clock face,
"Why does time fly then one least want it to?" Not wanting to be reminded of that fact repeatedly, Harry turned his attention to his three giggly friends. Ron's face was so red that it reminds Harry of a tomato, Hermione was smiling from ear to ear which was very unusual of her, being a Head Girl; she was always pulling a long face in front of people to show her authority. Although a Head Boy himself, Harry wasn't that really strict, in fact he was the coolest Head Boy Hogwarts ever had, other than his father. He almost never give out punishments, the Slytherins were exception, and was kind and friendly to all the students.
Laughing silently at Hermione, Harry turned his attention to the most gorgeous girl he ever met. Ginny was giggling like a ten-year-old girl, her face pink at her cheeks, the little dimples that Harry loved, very visible at the side of her little lips. Harry couldn't help but stare at her, the unusual aura around her, her beauty and it all captured Harry's heart. That special place in his heart was given to her, not that she was aware of it.
How Harry wished that time would stop at that moment, with his best friends and girl he loved so much that he could die for them unconditionally. Harry wanted to capture this moment, him with his love beside him and his best friends beside him.
Harry's eye caught the sight of Colin's camera hanging on his neck and rushed over to him. He borrowed the camera and took a picture of Ron and Hermione, they was shocked at the flash and turned their head to see that it's only Harry. Harry pulled over Lavanya Brown, Lavender's sister and asked her to help them take a picture. Harry took a group photo with the whole 7th year Gryffindor, one with Ron, Hermione and Ginny, one with Ron, one with Hermione and one with Ginny. He wanted to preserve memories with pictures, this is the only thing Harry could do.
His parents too preserved their memories in photographs, and it was greatly useful in providing comfort to people who loved them, including Harry. Seeing them in pictures make the pain of the loss less painful, it's still painful no matter how long it had been, Harry simply hoped that it'll be not that painful for Ron, for Hermione, for Ginny and everybody who loved him. Remembering he had to have a picture of him alone for use for his funeral, Harry requested Lavanya to help him take a full body picture.
Harry adjusted his robes, tried to flatten his hair and gave a big smile, he wanted to look good and happy in the photograph. At least if his body was not whole after enduring nameless curse and spells in the combat, there is still a photo. Harry wondered what will he end up like, blown into smitters, bits and pieces taken off him with a bloody mess of flesh and blood left or maybe nothing left at all, life taken away from him forcefully and no evidence of it.
The thought scares him; maybe it would not hurt at all. But maybe, there is still a chance that he may return.
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Lots of grammar mistakes?? Yeah, im aware of that!! Pls skip that part and enjoy my plot instead. I cant differenciate when to put past tense, present tense and all that sort of English stuff. My mother language is not English, I dun speak English at home nor at school, except to my teachers. So, pls kindly excuse me!! Cheerio ciao!!
I need some vote, as you can see I'm planning some romance, but I cant decide whether to add in that much details or not. So I let you decide.
Do you want those hot and passion detailed scene (R-rated)?
OR Do you want to skip that part with "They had a night of hot passion" only (PG-13)?
Give me ur vote fast, I'm trying to read other ppl's R rated fic so that I can pick up something from them. I'm not expertised in that sort of thing, so I have to copy from here and there.
Anyone who is good in writing bed scenes, pls contact me. I need ur help.
Anyway, here is the story of the day!!
~%~%~%~%~%~%~%~%~%~%~%~%~%~%~%~%~%~%~%~%~%~%~%~%~%~
Back at the Gryffindor common room, Hermione was trying to read a book upside down and Ron was trying to play chess with himself, earning weird looks from the chess pieces. Worries spelled across their faces, they can't help but worry that something might have happened to them though it was quite impossible, Voldemort was in power now nowhere whether muggle or magical was safe however Hogwarts was the safest place that ever exist.
Finally, it was Ron who first expressed his worry, he gave a roar of frustration and stood up from his chair abruptly, knocking it down and stormed towards the direction mumbling to himself,
"Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley. What had you two landed yourself in, might been ambushed by the Slytherins for all I know. I'm going to McGonagall's and file a missing report". Upon seeing Ron storming away, Hermione threw aside the book she was holding and stood up from the armchair, but before she could move towards Ron, the entrance to the Common room opened and showed the two person she and Ron were worrying about.
"Merlin, where did you two go? I'm thinking of going to McGonagall's to file a missing report, Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley missing, most probably kidnapped by the Slytherins or even worse, the deatheaters", Ron scolded them, his hands at his sides resembling a over-protective mother hen.
"Calm down Ronnikins, we just went for a walk and now we are back in one piece. We met no Slytherins on the way, and most certainly no deatheaters. Ginny is fine, and if you aren't convinced, you can check her, if there is any scratches on her, I, Harry James Potter would account for it", Harry rolled his eyes in annoyance.
Ron was slightly calmed at Harry's words and was teased terribly by Hermione, Ginny and Harry. He reddened to a shade almost identical to the scarlet colour of the Gryffindor scarf he's wearing and punched Harry playfully at his stomach. Harry picked up the book Hermione abandon a minute ago and flung it at Ron, catching him at his chest, and ran away. Ron, not wanting to let him escape with throwing a book at him, began picking up random stuff from the common room and chucking them at Harry.
The two immature boys chased each other childishly around the common room earning looks of disbelieve from the people in the common room, the famous The-Boy-Who-Lived and the cool Weasley redhead behaving like three-year-old kids. Ginny and Hermione's face were red with embarrassment, the two closest people to them behaving like complete morons in front of the whole Gryffindor.
Hermione being the most sensible, or rather insensible person around, walked in between the two chuckling teenager hoping to stop them in their activities, but they took no noticed of her and continued chucking pillows at each other. Unfortunately, Ron missed his target and instead of hitting Harry, it hit Hermione squarely at her head.
It was a grave mistake to make for the action drove Hermione nuts, she conjured lots of fluffy pillows and sent them chasing after Ron and Harry hitting them behind their head.
Yelps could be heard throughout the common room as Ron and Harry were hit repeatedly and they ran like manic screaming at the top of their lungs. The commotion attracted a lot of people's attention as in no time; there were a crowd of people watching them. Ginny was on the balls of her feet watching the pillow fight in excitement, Hermione smirked at the two screaming boys who were begging her to stop. She caught sight of Ginny jumping up and down watching Ron and Harry duck the flying pillows, and sent a pillow flying at her.
The pillow caught Ginny fully in the face, and it's a very bad move. Weasley woman wasn't a good target to be trifled with especially Ginny Weasley who had the worst temper imaginable. She took hold of the pillow that had hit her earlier, sent it flying at Hermione and got her off her feet, wiping the smirk off her face.
In no time, they were having a fierce pillow war, Ron and Hermione was cheered on by all their fellow 7th year Gryffindors, Ginny, by her fellow 6th year mates and Harry, who had the most supporters, was cheered on by almost all the Gryffindor girls, all no doubt his admirers, but no one dared to be in any vicinity near them. Ron was the first to collapse with exertion, follow by Harry, Hermione then Ginny. They were wet with perspiration, panting for breath; they looked at each other's amusing look and laughed themselves silly.
The grandfather clock, which stood beside the fireplace, stuck ten and as if reminding Harry that time was running out. He looked sadly at the clock face,
"Why does time fly then one least want it to?" Not wanting to be reminded of that fact repeatedly, Harry turned his attention to his three giggly friends. Ron's face was so red that it reminds Harry of a tomato, Hermione was smiling from ear to ear which was very unusual of her, being a Head Girl; she was always pulling a long face in front of people to show her authority. Although a Head Boy himself, Harry wasn't that really strict, in fact he was the coolest Head Boy Hogwarts ever had, other than his father. He almost never give out punishments, the Slytherins were exception, and was kind and friendly to all the students.
Laughing silently at Hermione, Harry turned his attention to the most gorgeous girl he ever met. Ginny was giggling like a ten-year-old girl, her face pink at her cheeks, the little dimples that Harry loved, very visible at the side of her little lips. Harry couldn't help but stare at her, the unusual aura around her, her beauty and it all captured Harry's heart. That special place in his heart was given to her, not that she was aware of it.
How Harry wished that time would stop at that moment, with his best friends and girl he loved so much that he could die for them unconditionally. Harry wanted to capture this moment, him with his love beside him and his best friends beside him.
Harry's eye caught the sight of Colin's camera hanging on his neck and rushed over to him. He borrowed the camera and took a picture of Ron and Hermione, they was shocked at the flash and turned their head to see that it's only Harry. Harry pulled over Lavanya Brown, Lavender's sister and asked her to help them take a picture. Harry took a group photo with the whole 7th year Gryffindor, one with Ron, Hermione and Ginny, one with Ron, one with Hermione and one with Ginny. He wanted to preserve memories with pictures, this is the only thing Harry could do.
His parents too preserved their memories in photographs, and it was greatly useful in providing comfort to people who loved them, including Harry. Seeing them in pictures make the pain of the loss less painful, it's still painful no matter how long it had been, Harry simply hoped that it'll be not that painful for Ron, for Hermione, for Ginny and everybody who loved him. Remembering he had to have a picture of him alone for use for his funeral, Harry requested Lavanya to help him take a full body picture.
Harry adjusted his robes, tried to flatten his hair and gave a big smile, he wanted to look good and happy in the photograph. At least if his body was not whole after enduring nameless curse and spells in the combat, there is still a photo. Harry wondered what will he end up like, blown into smitters, bits and pieces taken off him with a bloody mess of flesh and blood left or maybe nothing left at all, life taken away from him forcefully and no evidence of it.
The thought scares him; maybe it would not hurt at all. But maybe, there is still a chance that he may return.
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Lots of grammar mistakes?? Yeah, im aware of that!! Pls skip that part and enjoy my plot instead. I cant differenciate when to put past tense, present tense and all that sort of English stuff. My mother language is not English, I dun speak English at home nor at school, except to my teachers. So, pls kindly excuse me!! Cheerio ciao!!