Disclaimer: I am a total Remus, in girl form. I love him and no
doubt, he is smart. I like the smart handsome types. Although in
PoA, I would have to admit he's an ugly git, and should probably
go back in time, and make his mother date someone good looking so
he'd come out looking better. Maybe even end up a brunette. Oh,
yeah. I don't own HP! I was supposed to say that at first, wasn't
I? Anyways...
A/N: I love my stories to death, so I think you should too. Um...I
have nothing else to say, enjoy, and read and review. At the end
of this fiction, please review, and tell me who should be voted
off the fanfiction, or any ideas you want to happen. If I like
them I will take them.
My Kind Of Pairings:
Hermione/Ron – Forever they will have a bond. I don't care if you don't like them, so shush up! Harry/Luna – They've kind of shown some connection...but this cant turn into some really romantic fake thing. It has to take time, and be slow. Like Ron and Hermione's relationship. Ginny/Neville – Oh come on, it'd be cute...wouldn't it? Fred/Angelina – I think they love each other, but don't show it often. Alicia/George – they totally have to be together, because...I don't know...what else goes? Ok, here's the start of my story! Enjoy! And please review. Vote people off, vote them in, whatever you want, I make happen. Please review or all the characters die. (hopefully you don't want that to happen)...Gulp
Hermione woke up in the middle of the night, tears streaming down her cheeks, and shaking. She couldn't take it anymore. This summer sucked. No one was writing to her, and no one visited her. And to top that all off, her parents weren't even home for the summer. It was strange, because they usually took Hermione with them...but after she'd told them about her new boyfriend, they got silent and left without her to France.
Hermione got out of bed, went to her desk, grabbed a quill and a parchment and sat down. Ron, please. Write to me. I miss you. Have you heard from Harry? Where are you? Have you gotten any of my letters. Summer really sucks. I'll be gone if you write me today, I have something to do. Bye, loads of love, Hermione Granger. She dropped the quill on the table, shoved the note in the beak of her new owl, Mercy, and walked out of the room. She went down the wooden stairs of her house, and she grabbed some floo powder, as she stepped into the fireplace in her living room. "China Town Buffet!" And she threw the floo powder down, and was swept off her feet. She landed hard, and fell on her face.
Hermione/Ron – Forever they will have a bond. I don't care if you don't like them, so shush up! Harry/Luna – They've kind of shown some connection...but this cant turn into some really romantic fake thing. It has to take time, and be slow. Like Ron and Hermione's relationship. Ginny/Neville – Oh come on, it'd be cute...wouldn't it? Fred/Angelina – I think they love each other, but don't show it often. Alicia/George – they totally have to be together, because...I don't know...what else goes? Ok, here's the start of my story! Enjoy! And please review. Vote people off, vote them in, whatever you want, I make happen. Please review or all the characters die. (hopefully you don't want that to happen)...Gulp
Hermione woke up in the middle of the night, tears streaming down her cheeks, and shaking. She couldn't take it anymore. This summer sucked. No one was writing to her, and no one visited her. And to top that all off, her parents weren't even home for the summer. It was strange, because they usually took Hermione with them...but after she'd told them about her new boyfriend, they got silent and left without her to France.
Hermione got out of bed, went to her desk, grabbed a quill and a parchment and sat down. Ron, please. Write to me. I miss you. Have you heard from Harry? Where are you? Have you gotten any of my letters. Summer really sucks. I'll be gone if you write me today, I have something to do. Bye, loads of love, Hermione Granger. She dropped the quill on the table, shoved the note in the beak of her new owl, Mercy, and walked out of the room. She went down the wooden stairs of her house, and she grabbed some floo powder, as she stepped into the fireplace in her living room. "China Town Buffet!" And she threw the floo powder down, and was swept off her feet. She landed hard, and fell on her face.