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So I realized...

I cannot keep up with a daily journal. Haha. Sorry. Well, it's all been very unexciting. Is that a word? I don't think so. Basically, I've spent the past few days watching season one of 'Supernatural' on DVD. The paranormal + two hot guys = bliss. Haha. Well, I can't sleep once again and it is now 1:00 AM. Hmm. Well, nothing to write about and no drabbles coming to my mind. Until the next time, my friends!

Goodness, I missed a day in updating!

It's not my fault! I swear. Haha. Anyway, I just had school yesterday. So pretty much not all that interesting, eh? Well, today is Saturday. I have a great amount of one plan today. Yippee. Haha. Well, at 7:30 pm, I'm going to go watch "High School Musical". No, not on TV. In real life. As a play. I have no idea why I actually wanted to go. Haha. Well, it's been sold out, I hear. But my very good friend (rare to find these days, eh?) got me a ticket. Well, it's pretty much a lazy Saturday morning. Except without cartoons. They never show those mute cat and mouse cartoons anymore. Le sigh. Well, over at hphg100, there's a cliche challenge. And I'll type out my drabble here and post it over there soon enough. Onto writing!

Title: Cliche: Falling (Literally)
Rating: G
Pairing: H/Hr (cliche style, heh)
Challenge: Fanfic cliches.
Word Count: 100

A/N: Didn't turn out quite right. I kinda just typed in, "Oof!" and winged it from there. Heh. I think it's quite... eh but I laughed imagining it. They must've been traveling at incredible speeds. Also, I tried to fit in Harry's seeker reflexes and Hermione's chocolate brown orbs but too many words. ]:



Hermione found herself on top of a lean form, gazing into two emerald pools. As she found herself being lost in his green— 


“Oh! Sorry, Harry. I, um, didn’t see you coming.” 

“Me neither. Wow, we took, erm, quite a fall. How fast were we going?”

“Um, I was just headed for the library.” 

“Oh. I was going to the kitchens.”



Harry’s face looked way too close. Almost as if they were going to— 


They pulled apart breathlessly. 



“It’s just… I actually saw you coming down the hall.”

“I know. Me too.”

Something is wrong with my sleeping...

Seriously. There is. I woke up around like 9:00ish for my dental appointment and then I felt so tired. I slept around 12:00 and I woke up around 6:30ish. Aaah! Oh yeah, I found out November is NaNoWriMo. In other words, National Novel Writing Month. Oh, how I wish I could join. But I don't think my creativity can last long enough to make a 175-page novel (50,000 words!) in one month. Aah.

But here's another H/Hr plot bunny:

Title: Silence
Rating: PG/PG-13
Pairing: H/Hr -- and Ron.
Challenge: None.
Word Count: 100.

A/N: No idea where this came from. I sat there, looking at my screen, and this just came to mind. Originally, this drabble went way over 100 words. But I did a little editing and it's not as good as the original I had in mind but enjoy.


“I—I can’t do this, Harry.”

“You can, Hermione. You—”

“I can’t, Harry! I just can’t take this—this risk!”

They both breathed harshly.

Harry cupped her cheeks softly. “Hermione, I love you.”

Her eyes widened. “Harry… Oh, how I wish we could…”

“We can,” Harry replied softly.

Hermione pulled him to her and their lips met desperately, seeking reassurance. Panting, hands gripping, lips mashing and—

“Guys? What are you—”

Ron stood there in his black groom’s tuxedo, eyes flickering back and forth between Harry, in his handsome tux, and Hermione, in her trailing white wedding dress.


First post.

Well, it's 3:52 A.M. and for some reason, I'm up. Well, I have been up. Since midnight actually. I think I'm nocturnal. I slept around 6:00 P.M. today (or technically, yesterday) and woke up, well, around midnight. -sigh- I'm such a light sleeper.

Anyway... First post! I'm going to use this as my H/Hr writing escape. Maybe vent about my day if it's worthy enough.

Now, a little H/Hr plot bunny:

Title: Trees
Rating: PG
Pairing: H/Hr
Challenge: None
Words: 100


"Can I open my eyes now?"

Harry grinned and led Hermione by the waist, twisting and turning in his path. “No, not yet."

Hermione sighed and reluctantly let Harry continue to lead her to… something. She could feel grass under her feet. They were outside now.

"Okay, open your eyes," Harry whispered.

Hermione's eyes blinked open and saw... trees.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Trees?"

Harry's grin stayed in place. "A forest of them."

Hermione looked at him blankly. "I'm not sure I'm getting it, Harry."

Harry’s grin turned wicked and whispered, "They're mistletoes."

"Oh honestly, Harry."

She kissed him anyway.


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