After the End, by Arabella and Zsenya (R)
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het_reccersFandom Category: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Bill/Fleur, and other minors ones
Fic Title: After the End
Author: Arabella and Zsenya
Link: http://www.sugarquill.net/read.php?storyid=619&chapno=1
Rating/Warning(s): R, mature themes, some violence, angst, and language,
Genre: Post-books, AU, Drama
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: Simply the best Harry Potter fic I've ever read. It's based on the summer after seventh year, and Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and the rest of the wizarding world must learn to live without fear. This story was written prior to the release of "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix." It's EPICALLY long (along the length of any of the real books, actually), with gorgeous writing and characterization. The authors explore and expand on the wizarding world, and really I can't describe enough how well-written it is. Read the first few chapters, and you'll be hooked.
Go. Now. Seriously.
Quidditch. Ron grinned to himself again, and padded down the rest of the stairs and through the living room, making his way towards the kitchen. It was shaping up to be an excellent summer if there could be Quidditch. It had been a long time since he’d been able to stay up in the air and play without fear of being attacked - or at least, without fear of an attack on Harry. But that was over now. It was all over now. There would be time for the important things. Like Quidditch.
Like Hermione.
Ron stopped and stood outside the kitchen door. From inside, he could hear a faint muttering and turning of pages, and he smiled, feeling a bit of a flutter in his stomach. Hermione was in there, and she was probably by herself - he hadn’t heard anyone else get out of bed yet. He paused for a moment before going through the door and looked down at himself - pajama bottoms, T-shirt, bare feet - and he ran a hand through his hair. It was a mess. He had half-turned back to change clothes before he came to his senses and laughed at himself for being self-conscious. It wasn’t as if Hermione hadn’t seen him looking terrible. That was part of what made it so amazing. She didn’t care.
He pushed open the door and his grin broadened. She was standing with her back to him, still wearing her nightdress and dressing gown, and her brown hair was a big mess on her shoulders. She was holding up her wand and peering at a cooking spellbook that lay open on the counter, talking softly to herself.
"Isn’t it...? No, that’s not it. Is it? Index, index..."
She hadn’t heard the door. She was utterly absorbed - as she always was when a book was open in front of her. Ron took the opportunity to pad silently up behind her, pause, and lean close to her ear.
"You’re up early."
Hermione shrieked and spun around with her hand on her heart, holding out her wand.
"Ron! Don’t scare me like that!"
"No problem. How d’you want me to scare you next time, then?"
She huffed. He grinned. This was his favorite thing in the world; this was what he was good at. Getting to Hermione. He couldn’t think of a better way to start the morning, and he reveled in the fact that they were all alone - not in the Gryffindor common room and not in the Great Hall - but alone and still in their pajamas. Together. First thing in the morning. It was incredibly liberating.
"Seriously, though," he said, stepping up and putting his hands lightly on her waist. It was odd, doing this - he felt very daring. Even though he knew he was allowed to do it, even though they had this trust together, and even though she was putting her own arms up around his neck and looking in his eyes... it was still very new, and very surprising. Especially since he found that it was difficult to make jokes with Hermione looking at him dead-on like this. He couldn’t always find his voice. And now, she was playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, as she had done only once or twice before. He shut his eyes and hoped there’d be more time for it now.
"This is going to be a peaceful summer, for once," she sighed. "Isn’t it?"
"Yeah, it is," he answered determinedly. They deserved a peaceful summer. A nice, long break from everything. They could talk about normal things - they could relax, finally. Ron looked over Hermione’s shoulder at her spellbook. "What are you doing in here?" he asked. "Cooking or something?"
Hermione frowned a little. "Well, I was going to make breakfast, and I’m sure it’s very simple, but - you know, Ron, it’s so strange, I was Petrified when the rest of you did the practical applications of basic Cooking Charms in school, and I thought I’d practiced on my own, but I was never tested... and I suppose it’s because I’m Muggle-born and never saw it all used at home, but.... I don’t know how to do any of it."
"Never thought I’d hear you say anything like that."
"Oh, be quiet."
Ron kept hold of her waist as she raised up on her tiptoes, holding his shoulders for balance. She kissed him quickly. He tried to engage her in a fuller kiss, but she broke away and peered over his shoulder at the door. "Not in the kitchen, Sirius will be down soon - I think I heard him up."
"Where, then?" he said meaningfully.
"Ron."
"Hermione."
Pairing: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Bill/Fleur, and other minors ones
Fic Title: After the End
Author: Arabella and Zsenya
Link: http://www.sugarquill.net/read.php?storyid=619&chapno=1
Rating/Warning(s): R, mature themes, some violence, angst, and language,
Genre: Post-books, AU, Drama
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: Simply the best Harry Potter fic I've ever read. It's based on the summer after seventh year, and Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and the rest of the wizarding world must learn to live without fear. This story was written prior to the release of "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix." It's EPICALLY long (along the length of any of the real books, actually), with gorgeous writing and characterization. The authors explore and expand on the wizarding world, and really I can't describe enough how well-written it is. Read the first few chapters, and you'll be hooked.
Go. Now. Seriously.
Quidditch. Ron grinned to himself again, and padded down the rest of the stairs and through the living room, making his way towards the kitchen. It was shaping up to be an excellent summer if there could be Quidditch. It had been a long time since he’d been able to stay up in the air and play without fear of being attacked - or at least, without fear of an attack on Harry. But that was over now. It was all over now. There would be time for the important things. Like Quidditch.
Like Hermione.
Ron stopped and stood outside the kitchen door. From inside, he could hear a faint muttering and turning of pages, and he smiled, feeling a bit of a flutter in his stomach. Hermione was in there, and she was probably by herself - he hadn’t heard anyone else get out of bed yet. He paused for a moment before going through the door and looked down at himself - pajama bottoms, T-shirt, bare feet - and he ran a hand through his hair. It was a mess. He had half-turned back to change clothes before he came to his senses and laughed at himself for being self-conscious. It wasn’t as if Hermione hadn’t seen him looking terrible. That was part of what made it so amazing. She didn’t care.
He pushed open the door and his grin broadened. She was standing with her back to him, still wearing her nightdress and dressing gown, and her brown hair was a big mess on her shoulders. She was holding up her wand and peering at a cooking spellbook that lay open on the counter, talking softly to herself.
"Isn’t it...? No, that’s not it. Is it? Index, index..."
She hadn’t heard the door. She was utterly absorbed - as she always was when a book was open in front of her. Ron took the opportunity to pad silently up behind her, pause, and lean close to her ear.
"You’re up early."
Hermione shrieked and spun around with her hand on her heart, holding out her wand.
"Ron! Don’t scare me like that!"
"No problem. How d’you want me to scare you next time, then?"
She huffed. He grinned. This was his favorite thing in the world; this was what he was good at. Getting to Hermione. He couldn’t think of a better way to start the morning, and he reveled in the fact that they were all alone - not in the Gryffindor common room and not in the Great Hall - but alone and still in their pajamas. Together. First thing in the morning. It was incredibly liberating.
"Seriously, though," he said, stepping up and putting his hands lightly on her waist. It was odd, doing this - he felt very daring. Even though he knew he was allowed to do it, even though they had this trust together, and even though she was putting her own arms up around his neck and looking in his eyes... it was still very new, and very surprising. Especially since he found that it was difficult to make jokes with Hermione looking at him dead-on like this. He couldn’t always find his voice. And now, she was playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, as she had done only once or twice before. He shut his eyes and hoped there’d be more time for it now.
"This is going to be a peaceful summer, for once," she sighed. "Isn’t it?"
"Yeah, it is," he answered determinedly. They deserved a peaceful summer. A nice, long break from everything. They could talk about normal things - they could relax, finally. Ron looked over Hermione’s shoulder at her spellbook. "What are you doing in here?" he asked. "Cooking or something?"
Hermione frowned a little. "Well, I was going to make breakfast, and I’m sure it’s very simple, but - you know, Ron, it’s so strange, I was Petrified when the rest of you did the practical applications of basic Cooking Charms in school, and I thought I’d practiced on my own, but I was never tested... and I suppose it’s because I’m Muggle-born and never saw it all used at home, but.... I don’t know how to do any of it."
"Never thought I’d hear you say anything like that."
"Oh, be quiet."
Ron kept hold of her waist as she raised up on her tiptoes, holding his shoulders for balance. She kissed him quickly. He tried to engage her in a fuller kiss, but she broke away and peered over his shoulder at the door. "Not in the kitchen, Sirius will be down soon - I think I heard him up."
"Where, then?" he said meaningfully.
"Ron."
"Hermione."
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