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myficsTitle: Alone
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Ron/Hermione
Prompt: 10. Years
Word Count: 1,310
Year One
Year one, you’re small and lonely, afraid of everything that’s happening, of where you came from, who you are, and who you will be. You meet Ron on the train and it’s that amazing instant connection that sears straight through your soul, burning like fire. In typical boy fashion, you bond over candy, mouths full of gooey chocolate while you trade cards animatedly, some of the chocolate spewing out of your over-excited mouth. He doesn’t mind; just merely swipes his tongue across the space and asks you if he got it all.
She doesn’t come until later, her early over-eagerness putting you off. That night, though, in the lavatory with the troll, when she risks everything for you, for the both of you, you see a whole new side of her. One that you very much enjoy being around. Ron, despite how often the two of them bicker, enjoys her company, too.
Year Two
By year two, the three of you are the best of friends. There is no Harry, Ron, and Hermione anymore. People can hardly mention one of you without the other two of your names quickly following. Harry, Ron, and Hermione is quickly replaced with HarryRonHermione, and none of you seem to notice or care. It all feels so natural that you hardly bat an eye when it happens.
When she gets Petrified and you’re worried that you might lose her forever, you and Ron comfort each other in your dorm late at night. He crawls over into your bed and you wrap your arms around him, snuggling against his neck. He turns around to face you and tentatively puts one hand on your cheek before leaning in slowly and brushing his lips against yours. It’s your first kiss and it’s new and exciting, but before you can kiss back, he rolls back over and all you can see is the top of his ginger-colored hair. You lean in and breathe deep the rough, woody scent that seems to pour out of every pore in his body and sigh happily.
The next day you visit her in the hospital wing and tell her about what happened. About him sleeping in your bed, about the kiss, about how you liked it and it was wrong. Her cold, unwavering stare pierces through your soul and you know right then that it can’t be wrong. Just like Hermione, you think, to know everything when she hadn’t even been conscious for weeks.
Year Three
By year three, you and he are sneaking off to the broom shed for quick kisses between classes. It never goes farther than that, and you wonder why. Somehow, you find that it doesn’t matter.
When Sirius Black breaks into your dorm and almost kills him, you grab onto him and hold on for dear life. You can’t lose him, you won’t lose him. He means too much to you by now. Everyone else you care about seems to get hurt or even killed, but not Ron. You won’t let him.
Year Four
By year four, she knows about the two of you. She found you outside in a rosebush on the night of the Yule Ball. After her row with Ron, she came to try to make up, and there the two of you were, kissing in the bushes. You thought for sure you’d given her the shock of her life, but she only nodded wisely and said, “Well, that explains a lot of things.” She smiles warmly, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes, which are filled with sadness. You and he stay up all night, trying to find an explanation for that look, but find none.
Year Five
The summer before you start your fifth year at Hogwarts, you go to Sirius’s house. Ron and Hermione are both there and the whole lot of you are often left alone with little to no adult supervision in the house. In a place that big, it’s easy to sneak around a bit anyway. Ron steals some firewhisky and the three of you get drunk. When you wake up the next morning, her head is on your chest and Ron’s is in the crook of your arm. Her hand is on Ron’s backside and his is cupping your crotch. It should be weird, the three of you, together, like this, but it’s not. You wonder why it wasn’t this way all along.
Year Six
You and Ron have a row before you head off to Hogwarts and Hermione gets dragged into it. Before you know it, you’re all yelling at each other and something just snaps. You go through the motions of being friends, Ron teasing Hermione about her O.W.L.s, you and he chatting animatedly about Quidditch, but the feeling is gone. You feel empty inside and nothing seems to fill it. When he starts dating Lavender, you kiss his sister, hoping to shock some sense into the two of them. Nothing works. Hermione remains silent and sad, while Ron continues to explore the never-ending crevice that is Lavender’s mouth.
By the end of the year, he has realized where he belongs and so has she. You end things with Ginny not because you don’t love her. You do, in a way. But she is not Ron and she is not Hermione, and most importantly, she is not HarryRonHermione, and without that your life is not complete. You need the two of them to feel whole again and when they put your arms around you and promise to be with you no matter what, your world stops for that brief moment and you know how lucky you are to feel so loved.
Year Seven
Year seven comes and you’re on the hunt for Horcruxes. Hermione researches where they are likely to be, Ron tries to strategize how to go about getting them, and how to get past the inevitable protections Voldemort will have undoubtedly set up to protect his soul. Without the two of them, you’d be lost and you’re so grateful that they’re there for you no matter what.
…
It’s years later when you sit down at your drawing room table and look at the old photographs of the three of you. You don’t really need the photographs though. You can still picture both of them clearly in your mind’s eye as though it had only been yesterday. Flashes appear in your mind:
Ron on the train to Hogwarts with dirt on his nose.
Ron as he started turning back into Crabbe, half redheaded wonder, half Slytherin dolt.
Ron being pulled into the Whomping Willow by Sirius.
Ron glaring at you the night your name came out of the Goblet.
Ron holding up his prefect’s badge in Grimmauld Place.
Ron’s face when he saw you kiss his sister.
Ron’s face as he sat, deep in thought, trying to guess the Death Eater’s next move.
Ron as he dove in front of you, taking Voldemort’s Killing Curse that was aimed straight at your heart.
Hermione as she asked about Neville’s toad on the Hogwarts Express.
Hermione, her face covered with fur and whiskers, her tail protruding from beneath her robes.
Hermione, making the werewolf call to save you.
Hermione crying and calling you and Ron stupid as you made up in the tent after the First Task.
Hermione, looking at you proudly, thinking that you’d been named a prefect, too.
Hermione’s face the first time she saw Ron kiss Lavender.
Hermione, looking beautiful and perfect, surrounded by a pile of books, desperately trying to figure out what the next Horcrux was.
Hermione, pale and withered, the result of one too many Cruciatus Curses, finished off with a deadly Avada Kedavra.
In the end, it didn’t matter that the three of you worked better as one. After all these years, you still ended up alone.
Title: Truth
Rating: PG
Pairing: Monica/Chandler
Prompt: 7. Days
Word Count: 253
The two of you are waiting for days to hear the results back from your fertility tests. Every second feels like a lifetime and every day feels like an eternity of eternities. Your entire life, everything you’ve wanted, it all seems to come down to those lifetimes and those eternities.
You’re not even sure what you want them to say. You’re petrified of having kids, but it’s Monica, and how can you not want something that will make that smile light up her face? And what if it’s you? What if you’re the reason that she can’t have kids? At least Richard could, even if he didn’t really want to. He would’ve given her that smile. But you…what if you can’t?
What if it’s her? Can you really be that supportive and loving? To catch her when she starts to fall? Because you know that the moment she realizes that she’s the one who’s the problem, she’s gonna hit rock bottom and it’s up to you to stop her. But how can you?
And what if there’s nothing wrong with either one of you? What then?
You have lifetimes and eternities to think about it in those few short days, and you still don’t know what you want those results to say.
When the phone call finally comes, it feels like it takes minutes for you to pick up the phone, hours to hear what the doctor has to say, and years to look Monica in the eye and tell her the truth.
Title: Beautiful
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ross/Rachel
Prompt: 29. Birth
Word Count: 119
You’ll never forget how beautiful she looked. Her hair all matted down, sweat dripping down her face, her face red and screwed up in anger…yeah, so that’s not exactly a normal definition of beautiful. But that’s exactly what she was just then. She radiated elegance, even at her worst time. Her legs spread wide and hooked up to some weird contraption that you don’t even want to think about, but beautiful. The primal grunts that issue from her throat are the most beautiful sounds you’ve ever heard.
And as your daughter makes her entrance into the world, you kiss Rachel tenderly, and know that nothing in this life will ever compare to how beautiful things are in that moment.
So...please read and review. ♥
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Ron/Hermione
Prompt: 10. Years
Word Count: 1,310
Year One
Year one, you’re small and lonely, afraid of everything that’s happening, of where you came from, who you are, and who you will be. You meet Ron on the train and it’s that amazing instant connection that sears straight through your soul, burning like fire. In typical boy fashion, you bond over candy, mouths full of gooey chocolate while you trade cards animatedly, some of the chocolate spewing out of your over-excited mouth. He doesn’t mind; just merely swipes his tongue across the space and asks you if he got it all.
She doesn’t come until later, her early over-eagerness putting you off. That night, though, in the lavatory with the troll, when she risks everything for you, for the both of you, you see a whole new side of her. One that you very much enjoy being around. Ron, despite how often the two of them bicker, enjoys her company, too.
Year Two
By year two, the three of you are the best of friends. There is no Harry, Ron, and Hermione anymore. People can hardly mention one of you without the other two of your names quickly following. Harry, Ron, and Hermione is quickly replaced with HarryRonHermione, and none of you seem to notice or care. It all feels so natural that you hardly bat an eye when it happens.
When she gets Petrified and you’re worried that you might lose her forever, you and Ron comfort each other in your dorm late at night. He crawls over into your bed and you wrap your arms around him, snuggling against his neck. He turns around to face you and tentatively puts one hand on your cheek before leaning in slowly and brushing his lips against yours. It’s your first kiss and it’s new and exciting, but before you can kiss back, he rolls back over and all you can see is the top of his ginger-colored hair. You lean in and breathe deep the rough, woody scent that seems to pour out of every pore in his body and sigh happily.
The next day you visit her in the hospital wing and tell her about what happened. About him sleeping in your bed, about the kiss, about how you liked it and it was wrong. Her cold, unwavering stare pierces through your soul and you know right then that it can’t be wrong. Just like Hermione, you think, to know everything when she hadn’t even been conscious for weeks.
Year Three
By year three, you and he are sneaking off to the broom shed for quick kisses between classes. It never goes farther than that, and you wonder why. Somehow, you find that it doesn’t matter.
When Sirius Black breaks into your dorm and almost kills him, you grab onto him and hold on for dear life. You can’t lose him, you won’t lose him. He means too much to you by now. Everyone else you care about seems to get hurt or even killed, but not Ron. You won’t let him.
Year Four
By year four, she knows about the two of you. She found you outside in a rosebush on the night of the Yule Ball. After her row with Ron, she came to try to make up, and there the two of you were, kissing in the bushes. You thought for sure you’d given her the shock of her life, but she only nodded wisely and said, “Well, that explains a lot of things.” She smiles warmly, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes, which are filled with sadness. You and he stay up all night, trying to find an explanation for that look, but find none.
Year Five
The summer before you start your fifth year at Hogwarts, you go to Sirius’s house. Ron and Hermione are both there and the whole lot of you are often left alone with little to no adult supervision in the house. In a place that big, it’s easy to sneak around a bit anyway. Ron steals some firewhisky and the three of you get drunk. When you wake up the next morning, her head is on your chest and Ron’s is in the crook of your arm. Her hand is on Ron’s backside and his is cupping your crotch. It should be weird, the three of you, together, like this, but it’s not. You wonder why it wasn’t this way all along.
Year Six
You and Ron have a row before you head off to Hogwarts and Hermione gets dragged into it. Before you know it, you’re all yelling at each other and something just snaps. You go through the motions of being friends, Ron teasing Hermione about her O.W.L.s, you and he chatting animatedly about Quidditch, but the feeling is gone. You feel empty inside and nothing seems to fill it. When he starts dating Lavender, you kiss his sister, hoping to shock some sense into the two of them. Nothing works. Hermione remains silent and sad, while Ron continues to explore the never-ending crevice that is Lavender’s mouth.
By the end of the year, he has realized where he belongs and so has she. You end things with Ginny not because you don’t love her. You do, in a way. But she is not Ron and she is not Hermione, and most importantly, she is not HarryRonHermione, and without that your life is not complete. You need the two of them to feel whole again and when they put your arms around you and promise to be with you no matter what, your world stops for that brief moment and you know how lucky you are to feel so loved.
Year Seven
Year seven comes and you’re on the hunt for Horcruxes. Hermione researches where they are likely to be, Ron tries to strategize how to go about getting them, and how to get past the inevitable protections Voldemort will have undoubtedly set up to protect his soul. Without the two of them, you’d be lost and you’re so grateful that they’re there for you no matter what.
…
It’s years later when you sit down at your drawing room table and look at the old photographs of the three of you. You don’t really need the photographs though. You can still picture both of them clearly in your mind’s eye as though it had only been yesterday. Flashes appear in your mind:
Ron on the train to Hogwarts with dirt on his nose.
Ron as he started turning back into Crabbe, half redheaded wonder, half Slytherin dolt.
Ron being pulled into the Whomping Willow by Sirius.
Ron glaring at you the night your name came out of the Goblet.
Ron holding up his prefect’s badge in Grimmauld Place.
Ron’s face when he saw you kiss his sister.
Ron’s face as he sat, deep in thought, trying to guess the Death Eater’s next move.
Ron as he dove in front of you, taking Voldemort’s Killing Curse that was aimed straight at your heart.
Hermione as she asked about Neville’s toad on the Hogwarts Express.
Hermione, her face covered with fur and whiskers, her tail protruding from beneath her robes.
Hermione, making the werewolf call to save you.
Hermione crying and calling you and Ron stupid as you made up in the tent after the First Task.
Hermione, looking at you proudly, thinking that you’d been named a prefect, too.
Hermione’s face the first time she saw Ron kiss Lavender.
Hermione, looking beautiful and perfect, surrounded by a pile of books, desperately trying to figure out what the next Horcrux was.
Hermione, pale and withered, the result of one too many Cruciatus Curses, finished off with a deadly Avada Kedavra.
In the end, it didn’t matter that the three of you worked better as one. After all these years, you still ended up alone.
Title: Truth
Rating: PG
Pairing: Monica/Chandler
Prompt: 7. Days
Word Count: 253
The two of you are waiting for days to hear the results back from your fertility tests. Every second feels like a lifetime and every day feels like an eternity of eternities. Your entire life, everything you’ve wanted, it all seems to come down to those lifetimes and those eternities.
You’re not even sure what you want them to say. You’re petrified of having kids, but it’s Monica, and how can you not want something that will make that smile light up her face? And what if it’s you? What if you’re the reason that she can’t have kids? At least Richard could, even if he didn’t really want to. He would’ve given her that smile. But you…what if you can’t?
What if it’s her? Can you really be that supportive and loving? To catch her when she starts to fall? Because you know that the moment she realizes that she’s the one who’s the problem, she’s gonna hit rock bottom and it’s up to you to stop her. But how can you?
And what if there’s nothing wrong with either one of you? What then?
You have lifetimes and eternities to think about it in those few short days, and you still don’t know what you want those results to say.
When the phone call finally comes, it feels like it takes minutes for you to pick up the phone, hours to hear what the doctor has to say, and years to look Monica in the eye and tell her the truth.
Title: Beautiful
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ross/Rachel
Prompt: 29. Birth
Word Count: 119
You’ll never forget how beautiful she looked. Her hair all matted down, sweat dripping down her face, her face red and screwed up in anger…yeah, so that’s not exactly a normal definition of beautiful. But that’s exactly what she was just then. She radiated elegance, even at her worst time. Her legs spread wide and hooked up to some weird contraption that you don’t even want to think about, but beautiful. The primal grunts that issue from her throat are the most beautiful sounds you’ve ever heard.
And as your daughter makes her entrance into the world, you kiss Rachel tenderly, and know that nothing in this life will ever compare to how beautiful things are in that moment.
So...please read and review. ♥
