Title: Am I?
Author: tipsy-gypsy3131
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters unless you haven't heard of
them before. Yay for Marietta! Takes a bow I own all the plots too
considering this is supposed to be in their seventh year and that hasn't
been published yet.
Rating: R for explicit language, mature themes and sex scenes
Main characters: Hermione G, Draco M and Fred W
Summary: Hermione is head girl, but her life is far from perfect. She has a
new love interest, a jealous stalker, and a very big surprise that will
change her life. VERY FLUFFY.
Warnings: If you don't like sex scenes in a fic then DON'T read this. It's
also very fluffy and doesn't have much to do with Harry or Voldemort. I've
got a very sexually-orientated friend who has a dirty mind helping write
this.
Pairings: Hermione/Draco Harry/Ginny Ron/Pavarti Hermione/Fred
George/Marietta (My character.)
Short Note: Thankies for continuing to read my fic!!! If you're interested
in writing anything in my fic, see bottom.
Fred crawled back into bed. He replayed the scenes in his head. He had never seen so one so beautiful, with so less self esteem. "How could she think she's a slut?" he asked out aloud. "Who thinks they're a slut?" asked George sleepily. "Britney Spears." He said automatically. George scrunched up his face. "Isn't she that Muggle singer that never wear's enough clothes? She is a slut." Then he fell back asleep. "Thanks George." He muttered sarcastically. But he was afraid for the girl. "What if Malfoy really does rape her?"
The next morning, Fred went on a 'confidential meeting' with 'someone special' and Hermione moped around the kitchen. She felt sick. Ron and Pavarti were up first. Laughing and smiling. 'God.' Thought Hermione. 'They might as well have a neon sign above their heads flashing WE DID IT.' Ginny and Harry were up next, laughing and smiling like Ron and Pavarti. Ron scowled at Harry for a moment, but his mood lifted when Marietta brought out a big plate of pancakes. "What's wrong Mione?" asked Harry. "I don't know, I just feel..." but she never finished, as she threw up all over the floor. "Oh dear." Said Marietta, and fetched a mop. "Hermione, dear, why don't you go and lie down. I'll get you a bucket." Hermione threw up a few more times, and then felt a lot better.
"What's wrong with her Marietta?" asked George, as they cuddled up on the couch. "If I didn't know better, I'd say the girls pregnant." George shot up. "Pregnant? But she's Hogwarts head girl. Head Girls don't go and get themselves knocked up. Do, do you think it was someone here?" "Well it wouldn't be Ron or Harry. They're very devoted to their girlfriends. What about Fred?" "No, I remember seeing Fred last night. Muttering something about Britney Spears being a slut." "Isn't she that Muggle singer who never wears enough clothes? She is a slut. Anyway, was it you George." She asked, with a mock scowl. "Let me think about it." He said, pretending to rack his brains. She hit him. "Well." He said. "Then it must have been a boy from school." "Or she might just be sick." She said. "Maybe." He whispered. The next day, Hermione threw up again. "This is getting really old." She muttered. But for the rest of the day she felt much better. She went on a walk with Ginny. She watched a movie with Pavarti. She played a game of scrabble with Harry. She helped George and Marietta in the shop. Then Fred came home, and they blushed like little first years, but no one really noticed. After dinner, Hermione quickly scooted out and went for a walk along Diagon Alley. Nevertheless, she wasn't fast enough for Fred, who followed her. She turned a bend, and sat under a tree in the Renata Miggs Memorial Park. "Hey beautiful." Fred whispered. She looked up and smiled. "Why did you run off on me like that?" he asked, sitting down beside her. "I was afraid that you thought I was a sluttish hoe." "Never." He whispered. She tuned to face him and opened her mouth to say something but he pulled her into a breath-taking kiss. They lost themselves in the moment, keeling more passion in that one kiss alone then they had ever before. An old lady, who opened a small café right next to the park, (Who happened to be a descendant of Renata Miggs.) saw them, and came running over. 'Get off! Get off each other this instance! Filthying up my foremother's park! Disgusting animals." Then she looked at Fred. She pushed her glasses further up her abnormally long, skinny nose. "I know who you are." She hissed. "Your one of those twin boys who dropped out of school to run a joke shop that sells things that killed that very rare Flowering Minniatopa!" she said, pointing to a burnt tree. "You're a Weasley!" she hissed. "I know." He said. "OUT!" she roared, chasing the two off them out of them out of the park, whacking Fred with her umbrella. The two of them laughed the whole way home. When they got to the shop, Fred tripped over a rubbish bin. They laughed again as he picked it up, not knowing that the racket had alerted Ginny. She looked out the window, and was astonished to Fred lean down and kiss her, more than innocently. "Oh my god." She said aloud. "Fred and Hermione! My brother and my best friend. Oh god." "Hermione, dear." Said Marietta, after Hermione finished her daily spurt or throwing up. "It's getting better!" she exclaimed happily. "I think it'll stop soon!" "Hermione, I need to talk to you." Marietta took Hermione out to the little courtyard out the back, and sat down on one on the crates. She conjured up a cup of some foul smelling orange liquid. "Swish this around in your mouth, and spit it out." Directed Marietta, so Hermione did so. When she spat it back into the cup, it was blue. "What does that mean?" Hermione asked worriedly. "Hermione, have you been, having any sexual relationships with any males recently?" "Well, yes." She blushed angrily, thinking off Malfoy. "Well, honey, you're going to, well, you're going to have a baby." Hermione gasped. "No, no it can't be! No Draco Malfoy's baby!" "Draco Malfoy!" Marietta gasped. Hermione spilt out the entire story. "Oh Hermione!" Marietta embraced Hermione in a motherly hug. "You'll make a great mum. Don't worry!" "I wish." So chapter two is up! If you want to help me with my fic, see below. ( Sorry to anyone who was offended by my slap at Britney, but I hate her. Sorry bout the very short chapter, but I really need your help on what to write next. PLEASE REVIEW!!! Gets down on knees and begs PLEASE!! And please help me with the Fred/Hermione scene!!! (See below.) Quote of the day: I am an angel, I swear. The horns are only for decoration. Vivian S Position vacant: My friend Nadia has gone to Wales and I need someone to write the sex scene between Hermione and Fred. I really suck at R rated scenes. Here are the requirements: Must fit in with story line Hermione must like it with Fred much more than she lived it with Malfoy. It must be very loving (But it can be fiery if you wish.) It can be wherever you want. I will acknowledge it as your piece, but I may edit it. (You can send any other ideas too. If I like it I will add it in my fic.) Please send it to me through one of my email address: This is the order of preference. I can't remember my Yahoo password, but I can retrieve it. PLEASE SEND IT TO ONE OF MY HOTMAIL ADDRESSES. A Question: How come in almost everyone's fics, the #1 place to make out is the Astronomy Tower? One More Thing: I had a funny dream a few nights ago where I made a real Hogwarts using electricity and smoke and stuff and it was really like Ms. Rowling's Hogwarts and it was really cool. Do you reckon I should write a fic about it?
Fred crawled back into bed. He replayed the scenes in his head. He had never seen so one so beautiful, with so less self esteem. "How could she think she's a slut?" he asked out aloud. "Who thinks they're a slut?" asked George sleepily. "Britney Spears." He said automatically. George scrunched up his face. "Isn't she that Muggle singer that never wear's enough clothes? She is a slut." Then he fell back asleep. "Thanks George." He muttered sarcastically. But he was afraid for the girl. "What if Malfoy really does rape her?"
The next morning, Fred went on a 'confidential meeting' with 'someone special' and Hermione moped around the kitchen. She felt sick. Ron and Pavarti were up first. Laughing and smiling. 'God.' Thought Hermione. 'They might as well have a neon sign above their heads flashing WE DID IT.' Ginny and Harry were up next, laughing and smiling like Ron and Pavarti. Ron scowled at Harry for a moment, but his mood lifted when Marietta brought out a big plate of pancakes. "What's wrong Mione?" asked Harry. "I don't know, I just feel..." but she never finished, as she threw up all over the floor. "Oh dear." Said Marietta, and fetched a mop. "Hermione, dear, why don't you go and lie down. I'll get you a bucket." Hermione threw up a few more times, and then felt a lot better.
"What's wrong with her Marietta?" asked George, as they cuddled up on the couch. "If I didn't know better, I'd say the girls pregnant." George shot up. "Pregnant? But she's Hogwarts head girl. Head Girls don't go and get themselves knocked up. Do, do you think it was someone here?" "Well it wouldn't be Ron or Harry. They're very devoted to their girlfriends. What about Fred?" "No, I remember seeing Fred last night. Muttering something about Britney Spears being a slut." "Isn't she that Muggle singer who never wears enough clothes? She is a slut. Anyway, was it you George." She asked, with a mock scowl. "Let me think about it." He said, pretending to rack his brains. She hit him. "Well." He said. "Then it must have been a boy from school." "Or she might just be sick." She said. "Maybe." He whispered. The next day, Hermione threw up again. "This is getting really old." She muttered. But for the rest of the day she felt much better. She went on a walk with Ginny. She watched a movie with Pavarti. She played a game of scrabble with Harry. She helped George and Marietta in the shop. Then Fred came home, and they blushed like little first years, but no one really noticed. After dinner, Hermione quickly scooted out and went for a walk along Diagon Alley. Nevertheless, she wasn't fast enough for Fred, who followed her. She turned a bend, and sat under a tree in the Renata Miggs Memorial Park. "Hey beautiful." Fred whispered. She looked up and smiled. "Why did you run off on me like that?" he asked, sitting down beside her. "I was afraid that you thought I was a sluttish hoe." "Never." He whispered. She tuned to face him and opened her mouth to say something but he pulled her into a breath-taking kiss. They lost themselves in the moment, keeling more passion in that one kiss alone then they had ever before. An old lady, who opened a small café right next to the park, (Who happened to be a descendant of Renata Miggs.) saw them, and came running over. 'Get off! Get off each other this instance! Filthying up my foremother's park! Disgusting animals." Then she looked at Fred. She pushed her glasses further up her abnormally long, skinny nose. "I know who you are." She hissed. "Your one of those twin boys who dropped out of school to run a joke shop that sells things that killed that very rare Flowering Minniatopa!" she said, pointing to a burnt tree. "You're a Weasley!" she hissed. "I know." He said. "OUT!" she roared, chasing the two off them out of them out of the park, whacking Fred with her umbrella. The two of them laughed the whole way home. When they got to the shop, Fred tripped over a rubbish bin. They laughed again as he picked it up, not knowing that the racket had alerted Ginny. She looked out the window, and was astonished to Fred lean down and kiss her, more than innocently. "Oh my god." She said aloud. "Fred and Hermione! My brother and my best friend. Oh god." "Hermione, dear." Said Marietta, after Hermione finished her daily spurt or throwing up. "It's getting better!" she exclaimed happily. "I think it'll stop soon!" "Hermione, I need to talk to you." Marietta took Hermione out to the little courtyard out the back, and sat down on one on the crates. She conjured up a cup of some foul smelling orange liquid. "Swish this around in your mouth, and spit it out." Directed Marietta, so Hermione did so. When she spat it back into the cup, it was blue. "What does that mean?" Hermione asked worriedly. "Hermione, have you been, having any sexual relationships with any males recently?" "Well, yes." She blushed angrily, thinking off Malfoy. "Well, honey, you're going to, well, you're going to have a baby." Hermione gasped. "No, no it can't be! No Draco Malfoy's baby!" "Draco Malfoy!" Marietta gasped. Hermione spilt out the entire story. "Oh Hermione!" Marietta embraced Hermione in a motherly hug. "You'll make a great mum. Don't worry!" "I wish." So chapter two is up! If you want to help me with my fic, see below. ( Sorry to anyone who was offended by my slap at Britney, but I hate her. Sorry bout the very short chapter, but I really need your help on what to write next. PLEASE REVIEW!!! Gets down on knees and begs PLEASE!! And please help me with the Fred/Hermione scene!!! (See below.) Quote of the day: I am an angel, I swear. The horns are only for decoration. Vivian S Position vacant: My friend Nadia has gone to Wales and I need someone to write the sex scene between Hermione and Fred. I really suck at R rated scenes. Here are the requirements: Must fit in with story line Hermione must like it with Fred much more than she lived it with Malfoy. It must be very loving (But it can be fiery if you wish.) It can be wherever you want. I will acknowledge it as your piece, but I may edit it. (You can send any other ideas too. If I like it I will add it in my fic.) Please send it to me through one of my email address: This is the order of preference. I can't remember my Yahoo password, but I can retrieve it. PLEASE SEND IT TO ONE OF MY HOTMAIL ADDRESSES. A Question: How come in almost everyone's fics, the #1 place to make out is the Astronomy Tower? One More Thing: I had a funny dream a few nights ago where I made a real Hogwarts using electricity and smoke and stuff and it was really like Ms. Rowling's Hogwarts and it was really cool. Do you reckon I should write a fic about it?