La, 'Tis the Parkinson Express by Brangienne, literature
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La, 'Tis the Parkinson Express
La! 'Tis the Parkinson Express!
Some days, Ron Weasley wondered if he were going to murder his wife. He'd be driven to it, of course, and the judge and jury, upon hearing his justification, would mumble and murmur and nod and agree with his absolutely understandable reason for smothering his delightfully wonderful really-sounding-like-a-steamtrain-going-by wife in the dead of night with a pillow full of down and fluff and smelling like they'd just had sex. Because they had. Multiple times. Which may explain the snoring like the Hogwarts express as she fell asleep with her head tilted back from where the pillow supported her shoulders and not
Lukewarm Revenge
There were very few things that Ginny was completely sure of in her life. One, her mother would always be a touch overbearing, two, her family would always love her, and three, she would always love Harry Potter. Number four made a stunning break on to the scene with the introduction of a certain Draco Malfoy into her life and was succinctly summarized into this: Draco Malfoy would always be a right, utter bastard. A charming, incredibly attractive bastard, but a bastard nonetheless and a right utter one at that. At this time, she was present at a soiree with all the important people such as Quidditch stars and Ministry Offi
Three Hot Teas..And a Biscuit4 by Brangienne, literature
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Three Hot Teas..And a Biscuit4
And a biscuit...
Pansy took up residence in Ron's house much as he had done in hers in France, the two of them engaging in the dance they perfected previously. Her mother came through the floo a few times to drop off clothes for her, making sure to sniff disparagingly at everything that Pansy allowed her to see, which admittedly wasn't much as Pansy didn't let her get more than two or three steps past the fireplace. Pansy didn't want to go home as the paparazzi were still parked on her front lawn and Draco's house contained Hermione and the other half of the press that weren't stalking her. Draco, predictable as always, showed up as an oncom
A Practice so Pleasurable 2 by Brangienne, literature
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A Practice so Pleasurable 2
Part 2 of ?
Disclaimer: I own the AU, not the characters I made to fit in it.
"The urge to gamble is so universal and its practice so pleasurable that I assume it must be evil." -Heywood Hale Braun
Day One- Morning
The next morning, Draco Apparated into Hermione's apartment with a loud crack. If anyone could make an Apparition seem sullen, Draco managed, slinking into her living room from the foyer with a peevish scowl. Hermione looked up from her cup of coffee blearily, blinking at him in the sunlight.
"What are you, oh. Yes." She muttered, running a hand through her hair, getting stuck it in a particularly nasty tangle.
"I am here to
A Practice so Pleasurable by Brangienne, literature
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A Practice so Pleasurable
"The urge to gamble is so universal and its practice so pleasurable that I assume it must be evil." -Heywood Hale Braun
It was a quaint little apartment in the middle of down town London, and the noon sun barely kissing the foyer alights on the sign that reads in salutatory script, "Yes, I am dating Draco Malfoy. No, I will not answer any personal questions about it. However, should you require advice on how to deal with boisterously irascible men, please slip 10 quid and your address under the door and I'll be sure to get back to you. Probably when I need to rant."
Hermione, brown hair tucked up into a tight bun with several wisps of flyaw
Three Hot Teas and a Biscuit 3 by Brangienne, literature
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Three Hot Teas and a Biscuit 3
Third cup...
The next time Ron met Pansy, she was completely plastered and draped bonelessly over the bar of the Leaky Cauldron. She was wearing a short jean skirt and knee high boots, with a filmy blouse that threatened to be see through with any amount of moisture and her hair was falling out of the bun she had thrown it up in. When she looked up at him blearily, he could see that her eyes had dark circles under them and were bloodshot.
"Merlin, woman, what happened to you?" Ron asked, sliding onto the stool next to her with a worried look on his face. He hadn't seen her in months, but he'd heard stories of all that she'd been up to. She