A robed figure made its way up the snowy path. It stopped at the door. The small house was unlit, and there was no smoke coming from the chimney. The figure looked cautiously around, to make sure no one had followed, and then quietly knocked. The door opened. Gradually, two eyes appeared. "Ron," said Hermione, letting him in and shutting the door behind him...
((( NOTE: I don't own any harry potter, also this story was on Choose your own change, but was removed in 2009, so i thought to post it here, also i will be adding more that what was posted before**, All characters in this story are at least 18 years old)** Harry's nose twitched as the first hint of the smell hit him. Ron smelt it next, "Oh my God"...
Hermione Dowager Lady Ashfordly surveyed her domain, life was changed indeed from when she was mistress at Ashfordly House yet not without its compensations, her step daughter Katherine had been promised to fine upstanding Col Hogarth, her other step daughter Rebekah remained with her in Catesby together with the half sister Hope the Late Lord Ashfordleys ba...
Charlie Rokeby lay contentedly holding his beloved wife in his arms, her hair soft and golden now flowed sweet and womanly to her shoulders the boyish style now set aside as her belly and breasts swelled from his heir growing within. They knew their assassination was planned by Hermione, Dowager Lady Rokeby, whom had supposed she not Charlie would inherit o...
Disclaimer: This Story is fiction, none of it really happened. I love, adore, and respect Emma Watson, this is merely a fantasy featuring her. I am not trying to imply that anything like this has ever happened involving her. * Emma Watson in The Perks of Being a Nymphomaniac: White Christmas Hello, my lovely fans. I do adore all of you, especially thos...
If you are offended by gay sex, incest, transexuals or group sex then you can probably avoid most of them by skipping a couple of paragraphs. If, on the other hand you like a laugh then I’d recommend giving it a miss altogether. Onward. In a pleasant land far across the sea and long, long ago (longer even than your own grandmother can remember) there lived...
A sad sight befell those at Ashfordly House that morn, fine ladies cast out upon the very street, great piles of boxes, hats, cloaks every raiment known to woman strewn around in great confusion as Hermione, Dowager Lady Ashfordly, Katherine and Rebekah her step daughters and their sisters of the half blood Hope and Charity Peasbody sat all hopeless and afra...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan May 2003/October 2013 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ***...
The beach was Sarah's most favorite place in the world. It was her home-away-from-home, it was her sanctuary; the place where she could lose her troubles as well as her cares. The beach was a place where the world did not exist and Sarah was the queen of her domain. No pesky boyfriend to interfere in her happiness; in fact, it was her meddling man that cause...
This story is based on a great experience I had in Oxford. James is 45, five 10, intelligent and, slightly to his surprise, is considered attractive by many women. He had met Hermione, his girlfriend's 19 year old cousin, at an Oxford student party some months before. She had looked very attractive in tight white jeans and when they got on well, he surpris...