12/29/11 - I cannot stop watching this video. You've gotta check it out; in my opinion, the song "Fix You" by Coldplay is the embodiment of Ron/Hermione. By the way, I'm actively working on Chapter 11 of The Waiting Place (Chapter 12 including the prologue), but no promises about when I'll get it up, since it's possibly more emotionally draining to write than the previous two, as I'm getting into what was going on in Ron's head in the previous chapter. Here's a little preview:
At that moment, Ron truly realized that he was here to do a job, nothing more, just like the Healer had said. His stupid fantasies about marrying her and all that other stuff were just that—stupid, juvenile, and had no basis in reality. What the hell would Hermione Granger want with a poor, second-rate wanker like him, anyway? He wasn’t smart, or good-looking, and, he admitted to himself grudgingly, he was a mediocre Quidditch player; he reckoned he was all right when his head wasn’t fucked, but that was a rare occasion, wasn’t it?
Even though he’d known it in his heart all along, it really hit him at that moment that he had nothing to offer her. He reckoned that the only sorta bird that would ever want him was one that was too daft to know better. Someone like Lavender.
Well, if he was here to do a job, then Ron was determined that he would do the best bloody job that he could; he’d fuck her, just like she needed him to, and then he’d let her get on with her life—without him. Just like she bloody wanted.
12/25/11 - Merry Christmas! I wish I could say that I have a TWP update as a Christmas gift for you all, but, alas, I've been uber-busy with the holidays & haven't had much time to write. At any rate, I'll see you all in the New Year! :)
12/18/11 - On vacation with the family! While I brought my laptop with me (managed to answer some reviews today), I thought it would be curteous to inform readers that the possibility of my updating The Waiting Place before Christmas doesn't look likely. Thank you all so much for your understanding, & I hope you're having a wonderful holiday! By the way, your reviews on the latest chapter all made me smile like an idiot, so thanks for that. :) It's wonderful to know that my efforts are so appreciated!
12/12/11 - Just wanted to let readers know that I'm actively working on Chapter 10 of The Waiting Place (chapter 11 if you're counting the prologue as a chapter) and will have it up sometime in the next couple of days. In the meantime, how about a little teaser?
“Merlin, you’re beautiful,” Ron breathed in a sexy, throaty manner that she’d previously heard only in her dreams—and which had her melting in more ways than one: Her core dampened and swelled for him inexorably as butterflies churned in her stomach, and she literally swooned. Swooned. She’d previously believed that that only happened to the damsels in distress from those drugstore paperback novels that her mother left lying about the house, but now she had actual experience to prove that such descriptions were, in actuality, based on fact. Who knew?
Quit thinking, and just feel, Hermione instructed herself as she closed her eyes, tilting her lips upward in anticipation of his kiss—
12/02/11 - Moved my profile's updates for the month of November to my blog, where I also post fanfic recs, book recs, the occasional movie rec, and other randomness: Musings of a Fiction Fanatic
FYI, I'm actively working on my TWP update, but since I don't wanna rush it I'm not making any promises about when you can expect it to be published. ;)
At that moment, Ron truly realized that he was here to do a job, nothing more, just like the Healer had said. His stupid fantasies about marrying her and all that other stuff were just that—stupid, juvenile, and had no basis in reality. What the hell would Hermione Granger want with a poor, second-rate wanker like him, anyway? He wasn’t smart, or good-looking, and, he admitted to himself grudgingly, he was a mediocre Quidditch player; he reckoned he was all right when his head wasn’t fucked, but that was a rare occasion, wasn’t it?
Even though he’d known it in his heart all along, it really hit him at that moment that he had nothing to offer her. He reckoned that the only sorta bird that would ever want him was one that was too daft to know better. Someone like Lavender.
Well, if he was here to do a job, then Ron was determined that he would do the best bloody job that he could; he’d fuck her, just like she needed him to, and then he’d let her get on with her life—without him. Just like she bloody wanted.
12/25/11 - Merry Christmas! I wish I could say that I have a TWP update as a Christmas gift for you all, but, alas, I've been uber-busy with the holidays & haven't had much time to write. At any rate, I'll see you all in the New Year! :)
12/18/11 - On vacation with the family! While I brought my laptop with me (managed to answer some reviews today), I thought it would be curteous to inform readers that the possibility of my updating The Waiting Place before Christmas doesn't look likely. Thank you all so much for your understanding, & I hope you're having a wonderful holiday! By the way, your reviews on the latest chapter all made me smile like an idiot, so thanks for that. :) It's wonderful to know that my efforts are so appreciated!
12/12/11 - Just wanted to let readers know that I'm actively working on Chapter 10 of The Waiting Place (chapter 11 if you're counting the prologue as a chapter) and will have it up sometime in the next couple of days. In the meantime, how about a little teaser?
“Merlin, you’re beautiful,” Ron breathed in a sexy, throaty manner that she’d previously heard only in her dreams—and which had her melting in more ways than one: Her core dampened and swelled for him inexorably as butterflies churned in her stomach, and she literally swooned. Swooned. She’d previously believed that that only happened to the damsels in distress from those drugstore paperback novels that her mother left lying about the house, but now she had actual experience to prove that such descriptions were, in actuality, based on fact. Who knew?
Quit thinking, and just feel, Hermione instructed herself as she closed her eyes, tilting her lips upward in anticipation of his kiss—
12/02/11 - Moved my profile's updates for the month of November to my blog, where I also post fanfic recs, book recs, the occasional movie rec, and other randomness: Musings of a Fiction Fanatic
FYI, I'm actively working on my TWP update, but since I don't wanna rush it I'm not making any promises about when you can expect it to be published. ;)
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