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Thread: A Harry Potter Rpg (Myself,Greenrust)

Harry heard a knock on his door and didnt even have to ask who it was, he opened it reveling Hermione standing there looking teary eye'd. Harry didnt look to good either, his cloth were ruffled and while he hadent exactly been crying that much he showed very little interest in normal activities and it dampened what cheer had entered the castle since Voldemort's death. His best friend was dead... Ron who was always there when they needed him, they had thier fair share of fights but Harry always knew he could count on him... And now he was dead, pushing Fred out of the way to save his life and dying when a spell blasted threw the wall. He had been dead before he hit the floor. There had been a lot of screaming, yelling, and crying. Even his defeat of Voldemort meant nothing to him, not if Ron was dead. He didnt even say a word and just stepped forward hugging her, as he had done many times these last few days.
Thread: A Harry Potter Rpg (Myself,Greenrust)

Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, just held onto him as she cried into his shoulder. She just couldn't believe Ron was gone, wished she had gotten a chance to tell him how he felt. The tears never stopped they just kept flowing, she knew she was going to flood the place. Her heart was broken, she didn't really know if she would ever be whole again. She had feelings for Harry to but Ron was the one she'd secretly loved since first year, now he would never know how she felt. Lifting her head she gently pressed her lips against Harry, had honestly just gotten caught up in the moment so she pulled back really quick.
Thread: A Harry Potter Rpg (Myself,Greenrust)

Mystic Angel said Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, just held onto him as she cried into his shoulder. She just couldn't believe Ron was gone, wished she had gotten a chance to tell him how he felt. The tears never stopped they just kept flowing, she knew she was going to flood the place. Her heart was broken, she didn't really know if she would ever be whole again. She had feelings for Harry to but Ron was the one she'd secretly loved since first year, now he would never know how she felt. Lifting her head she gently pressed her lips against Harry, had honestly just gotten caught up in the moment so she pulled back really quick. Click to expand... He held on to her feeling tears prick his eyes as well, but he refused to cry. He hadent cried once for Rons death. People needed him, like Hermione and Ginny who were both taking the loss of their brother incredibly hard. So he couldnt allow himself to try, if he broke down then who would be able to take care of him. So he just held her tightly for several moment till he drew back and he looked at her and before he could say anything she was pressing her lips to his. His eyes widened and he was so shocked and surprised that for a few moments he didnt move and that was long enough for her to break the kiss and he just looked at her his eyes showed confusion. He didnt know what to say and his tongue felt like it was tied in knots as he looked at her.
Thread: A Harry Potter Rpg (Myself,Greenrust)

I'm sorry Harry... I shouldn't have done that I just got caught up in the moment. Hermione said as she pushed away from him, backed up toward the door she was going to leave unless he stopped her, she felt bad knowing how he felt about Ginny. She felt horribly embarrassed by what she had done, as soon as her back was to him her cheeks looked very flushed. Of course she wondered how she could be so stupid, hoped he didn't stop her from storming off.
Thread: A Harry Potter Rpg (Myself,Greenrust)

As she turned her put a hand on her shoulder and finally found the words to speak. Its fine. He lied while his brain whirled in confusion at what had just happened. Harry had been deeply shocked by the kiss, she loved Ron but now Ron was dead. She had been caught up in the moment but she had still come for comfort and hope so at least he could give that. Forget it. He said quietly before speaking louder again. You came to talk? He said to her.
Thread: A Harry Potter Rpg (Myself,Greenrust)

I miss him Harry!! I miss everything about him.. His moppish red hair the way he would scream like a girl when he saw a spider. Hermione smiled a little then started crying again, she really missed him obviously. She buried her head into Harry's shoulder as she wept shaking in the process, she knew she needed to bathe but she didn't really care right now obviously. Her feelings for Ron had never really been noticed least not until their search for all the special artifacts that belonged to the dark lord, now he was gone.
Thread: A Harry Potter Rpg (Myself,Greenrust)

He held her, just a bit awkwardly after what just happened but understand her feeling in a way no one but possibly Ron's family would be able to. Ron was his best friend, in many ways almost like a brother to him and with him dead it felt like something was missing from the world. For the first few hours after he found out he felt like the world should have stopped and there shouldnt be sunny days to mourn Ron. But in the end Ron was just one person and the world kept shinning, time did not stop. Only a few hours after Ron's death he face voldemort and destroyed him at last. His rage for his friend at that moment had been so great after he obtained the elder wand he oppliterated voldemort with all his power and curses he probably couldnt even name but that had still not had been enough to fill the void in his heart. I know, i know. He said trying to sooth her. At the same time he was slightly unconfortable with what happened. She had Ron had been together not to long ago but it would be wrong to say harry never felt for her once. At first she had been so bookish and her and Ron so at odds that he never had time for that sort of thing, he had been too young anyway. But She had grown into a powerful witch and a beautiful women. She was one of his best friends and confident and when she started dating ron he had been happy. But at the same time he couldnt forget the words of tom riddle in the locket and couldnt help but wonder what could have been if it had been him and her, instead of her and Ron.
Thread: A Harry Potter Rpg (Myself,Greenrust)

'' I should get a shower or a bath..I'm sure I smell rancid by now.'' Hermione said as she pulled away from him, ran her fingers through her mess of hair. She rolled her eyes in disgust, chewed on her lower lip as she wiped away her tears with the sleeve of her sweater. '' I'll be okay, we can talk about the um.. the kiss.'' She said smiling as she reached for the doorknob, opened the door. It was back her smile was back, she didn't know why but she knew that no matter what Ron would want her to be happy even if it was with Harry she was meant to be with someone that would love her because she had no one since she had made her parents forget she had ever existed.
Thread: A Harry Potter Rpg (Myself,Greenrust)

Harry was silent for a moment not speaking for several moments, what would Ron think of this... Taking is girlfriend while his body was still cold. Go take a bath Hermione. He said barly hearing his own voice. Not only was there Ron to think about but there was Ginny and he didnt want to comfort Hermione like this only for her to hate him for it afterward. Im.... Im not sure what to think about the kiss. I need to think, please just go for now. He said even though knowing it would hurt Hermione. But what else could he say, his only thoughts right now is what would Ron think, what would Ginny think if he abondoned her after her brother got murdered, what would the rest of his friends think. He wished he could talk to Ron more then ever,
Thread: A Harry Potter Rpg (Myself,Greenrust)

Hermione did just that she grabbed some clean clothes from her bag of everything, climbed into a nice warm bubble bath. Sinking into the bubbles she just let the water rush over her as she slid down enough to get her hair wet, reached for a bottle of shampoo. Washing her hair she closed her eyes, started thinking about Ron, the image that had been seen in the locket when it opened she remembered seeing Ron's face. Holding back the tears as she slid back under the water to get the shampoo out of her hair she sighed, leaned back against the back of the tub.
Thread: A Harry Potter Rpg (Myself,Greenrust)

When did this get so complicated. That was all Harry could think about with his head in his hands. He had lost his best friend, his other one may have feelings for him, and a girl he thought he might love would feel betrayed by what he was thinking about doing. Who did he hurt? Ginny who's soul burned like fire, brave and kind to even those like Neville and one who never backed down to the confines of others. Or Hermione.. Smart, resourceful, beautiful Hermione. The girl who had things been different Ginny would have never entered his sights. He wanted to cry out for the injustice of this, he had fought to make people happy. To make his friends happy... And here he was thinking about hurting someone else. If only he could talk to Ron, only he knew those knew those 2 as well as him. Then suddenly a thought struck him, it was possible. Suddenly he was running out of his room, surprising Seamus as he blew past him down the stairs before he could even shout. The stone the ressurection stone, if he could find it then he could speak to Ron.
Thread: A Harry Potter Rpg (Myself,Greenrust)

Hermione climbed out of the bath dried herself off, got herself dressed. She ran a brush through her thick curly hair, sighed she looked a little better then she had earlier. Spraying on some perfume she put the brush back in her bag, made sure she wasn't forgetting anything then walked out of the bathroom. She looked around for Harry then looked at Seamus. '' Have you seen Harry? I was just talking to him, had to freshen up.'' The blonde said as she looked at her class mate who looked like he had just seen a ghost wiz past him.
Thread: A Harry Potter Rpg (Myself,Greenrust)

Seamus looked at her seemingly still in shock. Harry just ran past me like he was being possessed by peeves. I don't know where he is going but he was in quite the hurry. He said recovering now. Scared the carp out of me. Seamus mumbled as he walked upstairs. Meanwhile Harry had already thrown om his invisible cloak to avoid other unwanted attention and was moving into the forest, looking for where he dropped the stone.
Thread: A Harry Potter Rpg (Myself,Greenrust)

Hermione sighed as she ran hrr fingers through her hair, went in search of Harry. She had no idea what he was going to do, hoped he didn't do anything stupid. Ginny was huddled in a corner,wanted someone to hold her. She had just lost her brother, felt very alone besides things with Harry just seemed awkward. It bothered her because she really lied him, wanted to be with him but he just wasn't being himself.
Thread: Hugs And Killers (McD & darkangel76)

The clock struck three and Cecilee was still lost in the music, her slender fingers moving swiftly, gently over the piano keys as her mind drifted with the sweet melody that filled the small room. Her reverie was soon interrupted by the harsh knock on the door causing her to jump, a tiny squeak erupting from her as she quickly took her hands off the piano and moved them to cover her mouth. She pushed her glasses up her nose and then tucked some of her dark hair behind an ear and smiled. That time already? Cecilee more said to herself than asked. Letting out a sigh, she pushed away from the piano feeling a sense of loss, but knowing her day was wrapping up and that her friend was arriving to pick her up. Friday was her early day and Cecilee had promised Trisha that she'd go out for coffee, well tea in her case as she couldn't stand the bitter taste of coffee. And the time had finally come. The students had gone and the others at the studio were slowly leaving for the day, packing things up, wiping down the larger instruments and locking away the smaller ones that stayed behind. Pursing her lips, she stood up and somewhat reluctantly walked to the door and opened it. Hey, Cecilee! Trisha started, her bubbly personality already spilling out all over. Hi, Trish, Cecilee answered. Can't believe it's three already. She looked down at the floor and clasped her hands together in front of her, letting them rest against her jean-clad thighs. Told you I'd be here at three o'clock sharp! the dark haired girl replied. Trisha smiled warmly and adjusted her own glasses. She and Cecilee could easily pass for sisters and often times were thought to be so when seen together. I know, Cecilee said, a tiny smile working its way over her lips. There's the smile! Trisha exclaimed. Shall we go? she added arching a brow. Cecilee nodded, grabbing her bag and slinging it over her shoulder. She then began to head toward the front door of the studio so that the two could walk to the nearby coffee shop for their little get together before finally heading home for the day. Home. What a nice thought that was. But, she had to get through her little outing first. She supposed it wouldn't be too bad. After all, Trisha meant well and was friendly. She'd always been kind and a good friend, the sort that had her back and was there for her when things got bad or she felt down. It didn't take long for the two girls to reach the coffee shop. Once there, they placed their ordersTrisha ordering a rather indulgent coffee drink while Cecilee kept it simple, a nice chai tea latte. Once they got their drinks, they found some seats and settled down knowing they'd be there for a little while.
Thread: Hugs And Killers (McD & darkangel76)

Hank sat quietly in his desk chair. He had grown fond of Fridays, watching Cecilee from a small set of monitors as she plays. The studio was the easiest room to plant cameras so far. For months now he had watched her, followed her, and even been with in feet of her, He just couldn't take the last step. The Kettle boiling over woke him from his day dream, not once had he indulged in tea, being more of a coffee man himself. He did feel that drinking it and knowing Cecilee enjoyed it, made him feel closer. As he poured the hot water into his mug, he surveyed the room. Just four walls and two bare bulbs for light. Much of the walls covered with photos of Cecilee, he kept his favorites over the claw foot bathtub. His latest Target lay on the bare concrete floor. Her arms bound up to her elbows and ankles hobbled with a block of wood. As with any of the fourteen girls before, she is nude, and sleeping. He's had her for 3 nights now and knows he needs to get rid of her. He watches intently as Trisha stands in the door way. The cameras are with out sound and he regrets that choice. As Cecilee leaves he can feel a bit of regret. He enjoyed playing piano music on Fridays and pretending it was her playing. He calmly turns on the water and moves to the dry cleaning bag. An elegant black dress, conservative by most assumptions, but allowing the curves of a woman show through. The Target had worn it the night he grabbed her, he knew it would look great for Cecilee's upcoming recital. He had a silver and platinum braided necklace with a small ruby held by tiny wings from the previous Target. He carefully boxes the items up and writes in a note For your Recital and signs it H.A.J and moves to stop the drip of the tub. He picks the young girl off of the floor and lowers her into the water. She becomes slightly lucid as the cold water touches her skin. Her eyes show terror as her head is submerged. Hanks powerful hands easily hold her under. Shhh Shhhh He talks to know one, fixated on a picture of Cecilee at a local park holding a flower. Minutes pass and he can tell the girl is gone, he undresses and slides into the bathtub with her. Do you think Cecilee will like the gift we gave her? He pets the limp girls hair and holds her in the freezing water. He stays like that staring at pictures and talking to himself. He gets up and dresses, wrapping the body in plastic to be moved to his hiding spot. He grabs the box and drives the two hours back to town, and drops it into the mail. I hope she likes it he says in his mind.
Thread: Hugs And Killers (McD & darkangel76)

Hank sat staring at the wall of his penthouse, despite a couch, two chairs, and a bed, the place was very minimal. The only bit of technology he kept was a large TV, his phone, and computer. Since hunting Cecilee he had upgraded almost all of his cameras and other tools of the trade. The motion sensor he placed by her door beeped, and he immediately turned on his TV. There in bright vivid color was Cecilee, her surprised smile on her face. I watched intently as she opened the package, switching from camera to camera, hunting for the best view possible. As she undressed he felt something he hadn't in along time, with out a kill. Watching her body and how unsure, yet graceful, she moves, the remarkable form of her figure vulnerable and mostly naked. He was aroused, and slightly ashamed of it. He quickly turned his head, then looked back to see her in his dress. She was amazing. It didn't take long for him to realize, she would be his hardest target. He had others he had watched and decided for now Cecilee will have to wait. He went to his computer and pulled up her email. He sat staring at the screen for ages then, finally wrote. You look amazing in the dress and signed H.A.J The night was unusually cold, Hank had been waiting for Anna to arrive back from work. He had climbed the six stories of her fire escape and let himself in. He had her in his sights for a few weeks now. Young Mid 20's average body, average job, lived alone, no pets and no boyfriend. She was easy to get close to being an employee at the local mall. He heard her key in the door and his senses heightened. He lived for this moment, the calming feeling of being a predator inside his prey's den. She walked into the room absentmindedly, unknowing of her fate. Hank waited until she was in her bedroom and undressing, as her skirt came down he slid in behind her. Covering her mouth with a leather glove and whispering in her ear. Cecilee will love your shoes The blade moves slow against her back and with a powerful thrust enters, cutting her spinal cord in two. The girl goes limp and Hank starts staging her. Cleaning his mess and placing her on her bed for her final sleep. He grabs the open toe 212 black heals that would look great on Cecilee, kisses Anna on the forehead. And exits through the front door. He spends the night preparing a box for Cecilee, and staring at his computer screen for a reply from her.
Thread: Hugs And Killers (McD & darkangel76)

Feeling pretty and a bit excited over the notion of having an admirer, Cecilee turned to look at the note that came with the package 'For your recital.' And it was signed H.A.J. She tilted her head and smiled shyly as she began to walk back over to where the letter was so that she could pick it up, hold it in her hands. She knew it was silly, but she wanted to make this feeling last, to make sure it was truly real. Giggling softly, she reached for the note when, suddenly, she heard her laptop computer, along with her cell phone, beep. Cecilee jumped slightly and then laughed to herself. Picking up the note, she held it tightly and pressed it against her lips before dropping her hands to her sides. The note, however, was still held firmly against her palm. Slowly, she walked over to her laptop to see what just came in. From the indicator sound, she'd gotten new mail. Gently, she pulled out her chair and sat down, setting the note aside on the desk. As she opened the tab for her mail, her blue eyes blinked several times over. Wh-what? Cecilee said softly, her mouth falling open. Immediately, she began looking from left to right. Her one window had the curtains pulled open and she placed a hand over her chest. Standing up, Cecilee made her way over to her window, peering outside from behind the glass to see who just might be outside and looking in. Biting down on her lower lip, she was uncertain if she should close the curtain or... Slowly, she stepped back, the curtain left as it was...open. With reddened cheeks, she walked back over to her laptop and sat down, her finger moving gently, though furiously over the keys much like they did when she played piano. Thank you for the dress. It's lovely. Cecilee paused and pushed her glasses up her nose, her dark hair falling slightly in front of her face. She sat up a little, her tummy fluttering as her heart beat fast, her breath catching as she felt her hands begin to tremble. Are you watching me now? Cecilee heard herself squeak as she typed out the question, her cheeks flushing redder than before. Swallowing hard, she turned to look at her open window allowing anyone outside a peek into her apartment and then quickly pressed 'Send' before she could change what she'd typed. Once the thing had been sent, she bit down on her lip and buried her face in her arms as she as she laid her head down against her desk, thoroughly embarrassed, but also enjoying the fact that someonefor onceactually took notice of her.
Thread: Hugs And Killers (McD & darkangel76)

Hank fell asleep before receiving a reply. His alarm clock started it's low buzz at 445am, he rose silently from his bed and dressed himself for his morning run. Usually he'd only go for about three miles, on the morning after a hunt he always seemed more alive and energized. He decided to extend his run to 5 miles. His morning shower stung, as the fall's cool air made his skin sensitive. He didn't mind, liking the awakening feeling it gave him. 'It's going to start getting cold again' he thought aloud as he stepped onto the heated bathroom floor and combed his hair, before wrapping a towel around his waste. He could see the alert beeping on his cellphone of a pending message. He didn't want to check it until he was ready for the day. Breakfast was always simple for him, 2 hard boiled eggs, cup of yogurt with granola, apple and coffee, black. He settled up to the island counter in his kitchen and sipped coffee silently as he pulled his computer over to check messages. His hand shakes momentarily as he sees Cecilee actually replied are you watching me now? he mouthes the words to himself. In a moments notice he went from in control and distant, to involved and too close. He shut his computer and paced wondering if she needed to go now, or if he should break contact. With a determined bite of his apple he clicks the TV on and in low sunlight he realizes Cecilee had fallen asleep at her computer desk. Her dark hair draped over her face, her back slowly rising and fallen. 'Did she fall asleep waiting for me?' He grabs his phone and types out a very simple email. You're going to be late. Sleeping at your desk is bad for your posture. The weather is colder than expected, wear your red pea coat and a hat, it might rain. He signs the email and quickly sends it, watching to see if the ding wakes her. Sipping his coffee