Those are BRILLIANT.

Oh man, now I really wish I had my book with me. These are too funny!

Same scene with PyroGlitch but other hidden.

Around six o'clock in the evening the doorbell rang and Mrs Black started screaming again. Assuming that Mundungus or some other Order member had come to call, Harry merely settled him-self more comfortably against the wall of Buckbeak's room where he was hiding, trying to ignore how hungry he felt as he fed dead rats to the Hippogriff. It came as a slight shock when somebody hammered hard on the door a few minutes later.
'I know you're in there,' said Hermione's voice. [OMG. That voices I love to hear it-harry thought] 'Will you please come out? I want to talk to you.'
'What are you doing here?' Harry asked her, pulling open the door as Buckbeak resumed his scratching at the straw-strewn floor for any fragments of rat he may have dropped. 'I thought you were skiing with your mum and dad?'
'Well, to tell the truth, skiing's not really my thing,' said Hermione. 'So, I've come here for Christmas.' There was snow in her hair and her face was pink with cold. [Oh! my 'mione she very cute- harry thought ]

This one is from chapter 21 The Eye Of The Snake afer harry comes back into the common room afer his kiss with Cho Red=Harry's thoughts
Blue=Hermione's thoughts

"Are you all right, Harry?" Hermione asked, peering at him over the tip of her quill]. I hope your all right harry but if something was really wrong you would tell me right, right?

Harry gave a half hearted shrug.In truth, he didn't know whether he was all right or not. I hope Hermione doesn't find out, I feel like I did something wrong. but I know I didn't, I think.

" What's up?" said Ron, hoisting himself up on his elbow to get a clearer view of Harry."What's happened?" Stop asking questions git I don't want Hermione to find out.

Harry didn't quite know how to set about telling them,and still wasn't sure whether he wanted to. Just as he had decided not to say anything, Hermione took maters into her own hands.

"Is it Cho?" she asked in a business like way."Did she corner you after the meeting?' Please say no Harry, I don't want you to see through my fake happyness for you. please say no.

Numbly surprised, Harry nodded. Just because he was with Cho doesn't mean that they kissed does it, I sould ask him. Ron snikereded, breaking off when Hermione caught his eye.

"So-er-what did she want?" Ron asked in a mock casual voice.

"She-" Harry began,"She-er-"

"Did you kiss?"asked Hermione briskly. Say no please say no.

"Well?" Ron demanded

Harry looked from Ron's expression of mingled curiosity to Hermione's frown, and nodded. There go my insides I felt like I had lead in my stomach now I don't feel like I have insides at all I wish I didn't kiss Cho or at least didn't tell Hermione she lookes like she's getting sick. I didn't think she'd care.
"Well how was it?" Ron asked
Harry considered for a moment.
"Wet," he said truthfully Oh, God
Ron made a noise that might have indicated jubilation or disgust, it was hard to tell.
"Because she was crying," Harry continued heavily. Oh well that makes me feel better but not much I wonder what is wrong with Hermione, she lookes like shes about to...get sick.
"Oh," are you that bad of a kisser."Ron asked his smile fading .
"Dunno,"Said Harry, who hadn't considered this, and immediately felt rather worried."Maybe I am."
"Of course you're not," said Hermione absent mindedly, stilll scribbling away at her letter. How does she know? Harry coudn't be bad at kissing.Oh I said that out loud.

HEHEHEHE, This looks like so much fun!

OK,OK I've got one it isn't funny but oh well:

Beyond The Veil, Page 698

"Well done Ha-"
But the death Eater Hermione had just struck dumbmade a sudden slashingmovement with his wand; a strak of what looked like purple flames passed right accross Hermione's chest. She gave a tiny"Oh" as thoughof suprise and crumpled onto the floor, where she lay motionless.
"HERMIONE!" Harry fell to his knees beside her "Hermione" He said is a whisper. "Come on wake up, please. Please, don't be dead, It'll be all my fault, I'd have killed the one person I love above all others, please wake up Hermione, I need you, I love you."

Hermione had taken his hand again and was gripping it tightly. He could not look at her, but returned the pressure, now taking deep, shark gulps of night air, trying to steady himself, trying to regain control. He should have brought something to give them, and he had not thought of it, and every plant in the graveyard was leafless and frozen. But Hermione raise dher wand, moved it in a circle through the air and a wreath of Christmas roses blossomed before them.

Harry caught them softly, his hands shaking. Hermione's hands encircled his as she led his hand to the gravestones. His heart was beating furiously at the pain engulfing his body.
'It's ok, Harry...let it go,' Hermione's soft and caring voice spoke out. All the pain he had in his life seemed to be building up at that moment. He let out a piercing yell, giving into the sobs that threatened to take over his frame. A warm body encircled his and held him close. His head fell into a bundle of curls. The tears pored out of him. As they subsided, he looked at Hermione, tears frozen on his face. He thanked the gods for her. Just as he was about to speak her fingers softly silenced him. He stood up, taking deep breaths encircling one arm around Hermione's waist bringing her unbelievably close to him. He didn't care. He needed her. She molded into him, and followed. As they reached the arch of the kissing gate Hermione looked at him with sparkling brown eyes.
As if she read his mind she said:
'Never for a minute think that they didn't love you. They did and never think that you are not loved. You are,' her voice powerful with emotion. Trusting himself not to speak he nodded. She looked at him for the longest second - and pressed her lips to his. Her soft full lips met his. He melted in, craving for her and the need for the re-assurance, all thoughts out of the window. She returned it with as much conviction. Her lips broke away slightly swollen.
'Mistletoe,' she said pointing up and molding into him. He smiled.

Bolded mine This is a lovely thread! Loved all of the moments listed

xoxo
Hana

Whoa,

This thread appears to have been buried for awhile, like 5 years between the last few posts.

Though I've put no thought into writing these scenes just yet, if I was to alter Books 6 and 7 to eliminate some of issues we have with them regarding shipping, plot, etc., I would make sure to include the following scenes for Harry and Hermione:

1) Harry takes Hermione to Slughorn's party in Book 6: Ron was being a jerk and Harry hadn't thought of anyone, it seems like this was the most obvious thing to do but JKR avoided it because she put the fork in our eye. Anyways, Harry and Hermione go together, and whaddya know, they kind of enjoy it... no outright romantical stuff yet, but they have a really good time.

2) When Harry and Hermione are without Ron in Book 7, and Harry dismisses Hermione after reading about Dumbledore, she brushes his head. I would have Harry sit there for a bit, and call her back outside, not wanting to be alone on Christmas. They move closer for warmth, watching the snow fall, thinking of happier times, and how now, it's just the two of them against the vast forces of evil.

3) When Harry is on his way to meet Voldemort in the forest, he comes across Hermione by Hagrid's house, as she is rescuing Fang, who is injured to take him back to the castle. She detects Harry under his cloak, asks what he's doing. He's says it's all part of the plan, she tells him not to lie to her. He pulls her under the cloak, they discuss things, Harry pretends he is going to fight Voldemort (doesn't tell her he plans to sacrifice himself), they pledge love, he makes he promise not to tell what he's up to. Anyways, she would be the last person he sees before entering the forest.

Obviously, I'd also get rid of lousy stuff like Hermione kissing Ron after he says something nice about house-elves for a change.

wow what a great little thread

I'll take a whirl.

My scene is the scene in OoTP where Harry is moping and hiding out in Grimauld Place over Christmas, right after Mr. Weasley gets attacked.

Harry is hiding in Buckbeaks room and the only person to bring him out of his slump is the lovely Miss Granger. I wonder what would have happened if they didn't actually make it to where Ron and Ginny were waiting?

We can dream can't we?

Here is my dream of what happened before they went down to see the others.

Taken from OoTP, page 498 American paperback version.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked feeling a large lump begin to form in his throat. Had she given up skiing with her parents because of him? He quietly stood and creaked the door open to see Hermione's pink cheeks and soft smile peering up at him.

"I thought you were skiing with your mum and dad?" He asked nervously. He didn't like how his heart began beating a bit faster than normal.

"Well, I was but Professor Dumbledore told me what had happened and I kind of figured you would be feeling a little down so...I've come for Christmas." She stated breathlessly. A slight blush began heating up her chilled face and Harry couldn't help but give her a lop sided grin. His mood seemed to lift almost immediately. Hermione had come to spend christmas with him? The thought was exhilarating.

"Can we get out of here?" Hermione asked suddenly giving the dead rats a weary glance. "I love Buckbeak but I can't stand to see him eat! ugh!"

Harry nodded and followed her a little ways toward the stairs before he stopped. He knew he would have to face Ron and the others soon enough. They were probably waiting to pounce on him with questions right now. However, he didn't want to forfeit this small gift of time with Hermione either. The pause was excruciating as he made a decision.

"Hermione...wait." He could feel his blood pumping furiously as she turned to gaze at him gently. "I...I...what I mean is...do we have to go back down stairs right away?" He swallowed the lump that had formed again in his throat and took a deep breath. All he wanted was to have some peace.

She hesitated slightly before biting her lower lip and whispered, "Of course Harry. If that is what you need."

"It is exactly what I want." He stated with certainty. He crept toward her and held her small hand in his before leading her into another dusty old room. This wasn't exactly how he wanted it to be but he had to take whatever he could get. It wasn't likely there would be another moment like this one so he siezed it.

Without releasing her hand he turned to look down into her warm gaze and his pulse quickened. What the Hell was happening to him? He wondered.

Hermione seemed to sense something was amiss and worriedly sucked in her lower lip that endeared her to him more completely than he ever thought possible.

With his stomach lurching and his heart pounding loudly within his chest he opened his mouth to speak. "I...Merry Christmas Hermione," He whispered. She smiled timidly at him but unconsciously leaned into him and before either of them knew what was happening he had leaned down to gently touch his lips to hers. She sighed contentedly against him and he fell into the absolute sweetness of her. When it was over they pulled away and simply stared at one another in shock. That line of friendship had now been crossed and he was certain he would never back away from it again. She looked down at her feet and when she looked back up her eyes were sparkling, her wet hair curling from the melted snow.

When they managed to navigate down to the 2nd floor Harry gulped before opening the door to see Ron and Ginny sitting on his bed. He looked back at Hermione and gave her a crooked smile to which she blushed shyly. There wasn't a need to advertise this newfound feeling between the two them. He would have to think on it later. Perhaps he could find a way to be with Hermione after all this danger was over. He wouldn't let her get hurt. Of that he was certain.

He turned to face Ron and Ginny who were scowling at him. "How are you feeling mate?" Ron asked fearfully.

"Fine" he said flatly. The last few minutes of bliss with Hermione was fading fast as his problems raced to the forefront of his mind. He was still dangerous. He was still a wanted man and he bit back the urge to run from the room once more. Hermione seemed to catch onto his sudden change in mood and sighed.

"Oh Harry, stop thinking that your dangerous." She shook her head. "No one here is against you. I...I mean we are your friends and we care for you.

That lovely blush inched its way up her neck again and he couldn't help but wonder how much she cared for him. He cleared his voice gruffly. "I know that," he said with some difficulty.

Relief whether he wanted it or not flooded his heart and mind and when Sirius burst through the door singing God Rest Ye Merry Hippogriffs he couldn't help but laugh out loud at the absurdity of it all.

Hermione gave him a slight pat on the arm as she too began singing in a soft tenor. Harry thought nothing sounded sweeter.

Okay that went a little longer than I thought it would lol sorry about that.

I know that I really suck at writing fiction, but here's a little something: DH Epilogue.




’Harry looks on Hermione with regret that he hadn’t known how Hermione felt about him earlier. Hermione looks at Harry with guilt - loving Harry, but married to Ron. Harry turns to watch the Hogwarts Express leave the station. Harry hears a familiar voice call him. He turns to find himself quite alone on Platform 9 3/4. He hears the voice again and realises that, not only is the voice not coming from the platform; it isn’t coming from King’s Cross. Suddenly, the station moves away from him like a picture in a frame. Harry is racing through the darkness towards the voice. Harry opens his eyes to a familiar sight. A concerned looking Hermione hovering over him. He smiles, realising that it was just a dream.’


Cheers!

jojo

Isn't too long, but this is a nice scene I made up. It starts page 514, American hardcover edition, chapter Sectumsempra if that doesn't help.
This is just one of the "Beginnings" of H/HR i've created throughout the books.

"Oh yeah," said Ron, looking down at his shoulders in vague surprise. "Sorry, looks like we've all got horrible dandruff now...."

He brushed some of the fake snow off of his shoulder.

"Ah, well, Quidditch game this Friday against Ravenclaw, Harry." Ron said quickly, looking faintly embarassed. "I think we've got it in the bag, what with me and Katie being back."

Harry merely grunted in response. The three of them sat in silence, until Ron broke it with a huge yawn.

"Well, I'm off to bed, you coming, Harry?" He asked.

"Nah, mate, I'm not tired yet." He laughed internally because Ron had simply ignored Hermione.

"All right... well... g'night, then." Ron said, and with that he turned his back on them and started walking away.

"Night, Ron." Harry and Hermione said in unison. They turned toward each other and grinned as Ron closed the door to the stairs behind him.

Harry let out a loud sigh, and adjusted himself so he was laying down with his head in Hermione's lap.

"I'm scared, Hermione. I don't know what to do about this whole Horcrux thing."

Hermione started gently combing her fingers through his hair. "I know, Harry, but whatever happens, know that I, for one, will always be by your side." She said quietly, resting her hand on his.

He exhaled at the contact. "you don't know how much that means to me, Hermione."

"I think I do, Harry." Her voice was suddenly very close to his ear, a mere whisper now. She softly kissed the top of his head.

Harry turned around so he could see Hermione's face, only inches from his own. "I need you to be with me, Hermione, always, no matter what." He whispered.

"I will, Harry, I will." She replied. With that, she slowly leaned down and touched her lips to his. They both seemed startled, yet pleased at this new found revelation, the way they felt towards each other. It had always been there, but they hadn't acted upon it until now.

"I love you, Hermione." Harry muttered into her lips. Her long brown hair forming a veil around their faces. She slowly lifted her face away from his to smile at him.

"As I love you, Harry Potter." She responded simply.

There we go, just something quick I wrote up, hope you like it, I might have to try this again.