and they all look just the same.

luthor_files @ 2006-08-14T19:45:00

2006-08-14T22:45:52Z

luthor_files @ 2006-06-10T23:22:00

2006-06-11T02:44:53Z

+ Draco/Hermione Wallpaper & Icons +

Lyrics: Insensitive, by Jann Arden

#01. #02. #03. #04. #05.

#06. #07. #08. #09. #10.

#11. #12. #13. #14. #15.

+ Hotlink is truly a pain in the ass, so please. Don't.
+ Credit is a must. luthor_files or mrs_luthor
+ Comments? Totally up to you, but they tend to make me happy :)

luthor_files @ 2006-05-08T05:05:00

2006-05-08T08:09:13Z

+ Harry/Luna drabble +

Fluffy, slightly R (?) & mercifully short.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to JK, I'm only playing with them.

A way to describe

Odd.

It was a way to describe it.

It was odd how she always seemed to appear out of nowhere, when he least expected. Odd how she, so quietly, crawled under his covers and made him wish to never let her go. Even more odd when he woke up in the morning to find the other side of his bed empty, which was enough to make him feel empty. So odd for someone who always liked to sleep and wake up alone.

Intense.

How intense was the way she looked at him when she was coming. It was intense because, somehow, he was able to feel the rush of emotions running through her body. It was intense how she was able to make him feel so alive with a simple touch.

Sweet.

So sweet, the way she watched him silently, while he caressed her flushed cheeks. It was sweet how she looked so dreamy even when her eyes were so full of desire.

Pure.

Because everything about their relationship was pure. Pure, because he could be exactly who he was when he was with her. Pure, because there was no need to lie or to pretend. Pure, because it was real. Always.

Unique.

He felt unique when they were together. When she moaned and whispered his name, and he could feel the heat of her body over his. Unique, because he knew he was the only one for her. And she was the only one for him. Unique, because there was something about their relationship that no one could ever quite understand.

His.

It was a way to describe her.

Hers.

It was a way to describe him.

And they didn’t need to say it out loud, because everyone could sense it. They just belonged to each other.

Love.

It was perhaps the best way to describe it.

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A/N: I don’t think I could love Harry & Luna more. Highly inspired by Amos Lee’s song, Arms of a woman. And forgive any grammar mistakes, didn’t send this one to my beta.

words fail you; a harry/luna fanmix

2006-05-01T04:58:10Z

Original pics: myredself.org // Texture: Agnes Bean

home to stay, by Josh Groban
I have the cards you sent to me // You wrote of trains and Paris galleries // This spring you'll draw // Canals, and frescoed walls // Look how far your dreaming's gone // When every town looks just the same // When every choice gets hard to make // When every map is put away // Then I'll be bringing you back // Home to stay

words fail you, by Kris Delmhorst
I watch you fight your demon // Don't know when to step in // You wrestle with your angel // ‘Cause you hate to let it win // And I know words fail you // Words fail you // I know words fail you // Well baby sometimes, they fail me too

way beyond empty, by Busy Phillips
If I couldn't be the shoulder // Which your head would rest upon // Would you still be waiting boy // Or would you be gone? // If I couldn't keep the smile // Forever on your face // Would I still be around // Or would I be replaced // And leave me way beyond empty inside // Awaiting my end to arrive

milk & honey, by Jackson C. Frank
Gold and silver is the autumn // Soft and tender are her skies // Yes and no are the answers // Written in my true love's eyes // Autumn's leaving and winter is coming // I think that I'll be moving along // I've got to leave her and find another // I've got to sing my heart's true song

love song, by Scott Clifton
And there you were again // To show me just how I fit in // This incandescent second skin // You've wrapped around me, time and time again // And so it goes // But this ain’t a love song // It couldn't be that I could fall for you so soon // My rose that blooms in autumn // So go on break me, take me // To the place I'd want to be // And we can just pretend it wasn't all a dream // All a dream...

amie, by Damien Rice
You know when you've found it // There's something i've learned // ‘Cause you feel it when they take it away // Hey hey, then something unusual // Something strange // Comes from nothing at all // But i'm not a miracle and you're not a saint // Just another soldier on a road to nowhere // Amie, come sit on my wall // And read me a story of O // Tell it like you still believe that the end of the century // Brings a change for you and me

who’s to say, by Vanessa Carlton
And sometimes family are the ones you'd choose // It's too late now // I hold on to this life I found // And who's to say we won't burn it out? // And who's to say we wont sink in doubt? // Who's to say that we wont fade today? // Who are they anyway? Anyway, they don't know

hear you me, by Jimmy Eat World
What would you think of me now // So lucky, so strong, so proud? // I never said thank you for that // Now I'll never have a chance // May angels lead you in // Hear you me my friends // On sleepless roads the sleepless go // May angels lead you in

weird, by Hanson
Isn’t it hard // Standing in the rain // You’re on the verge of going crazy and your heart’s in pain // No one can hear // Though you’re screaming so loud // You feel all alone in a faceless crowd // Isn’t it strange how we all get a little bit weird sometimes // Sitting on the side, waiting for a sign, hoping that my luck will change // Reaching for a hand that can understand // Someone who feels the same

say goodnight, not goodbye, by Beth Nielsen Chapman
Don't you fear when you dream // Waking up is never what it seems // Like a jewel buried deep // Like a promise meant to keep // You are everything you want to be // So just let your heart reach out to me // I'll be right by your side // Say goodnight not goodbye

EDIT (updated Feb 20th, 2008): DOWNLOAD THE .RAR FILE

This is my second Harry and Luna fanmix, and I must say that I’m quite proud of it :D Decided to go for more angst this time. In case anyone feels like checking my first mix, here it is.

luthor_files @ 2006-04-28T03:04:00

2006-04-28T06:19:51Z

Title: When a hero falls
Summary: Sometimes life has an odd way to provide us comfort.
Rating: G, I suppose.
Pairing: Ron Weasley & Luna Lovegood
Disclaimer: Except for the plot, it all belongs to J.K.

When a hero falls

Ron stared blankly at his grave. Even though it had been two months ago, his death was something he couldn’t get used to. His absence was almost unbearable. The fact that he had to die in order to save the world was something that Ron would never understand.

The cemetery was completely empty, and the autumn leaves following the course of the wind made it look rather morbid. The sound of the wind made it all look unpleasantly calm.

Ron remained standing in front of Harry’s grave, absolutely no expression on his face. It had been two months ago, and he still hadn’t been able to cry over the loss of his best friend. His mother kept saying it was okay to cry, that he needed that to finally feel relieved somehow, but it didn’t matter. His tears wouldn’t bring Harry back and he doubted that they would provide him any sort of relief. Nothing seemed able to comfort him right now.

He wasn’t trying to be strong, he was simply doing what he learned best: ignore his own feelings. It didn’t matter if he was sad or angry; what did matter was that other people needed his support. Hermione was terribly shaken and she needed him to help her going through that. Ron couldn’t simply break down, not now. He remembered when he shed a few tears in Dumbledore’s funeral, but even so, he never allowed himself to break down. And with the losses in the following year, crying and mourning over someone wasn’t really an option. They had to immediately recover themselves and be ready to avoiding another loss. Or at least trying to.

With a sigh, he placed the flowers his mother had bought on the grave, staring sadly at the names of the Potter family engraved on stone. He inhaled deeply and tried to say something. Like one of those sentences that people usually say when they’re visiting someone’s grave. They seemed to be some kind of ease.

When he finally realised that he didn’t know what to say, he decided to leave, but noticed someone approaching. He turned his head shortly, and to his immense surprise, he saw Luna walking towards him.

“Hello, Ronald,” she said, standing beside him.

“Hello, Luna.”

“Have you been here long?”

“No, not really,” he lied. Had been probably more than an hour since he got there.

After a few minutes standing in silence, Luna kneeled down and placed a white flower on the grave. She sighed, and ran her hand lightly through the stone.

“I suppose it’s a good thing that we’re here at the same time,” she said airly, watching the grave.

“Yes,” Ron said vaguely. “Wait, why?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Ronald, I wasn’t talking to you.”

Ron looked around only to see that there was no one else in the cemetary.

“Who were you talking to?”

Luna stared at him as if he had asked a very silly question.

“Harry, naturally.”

Ron looked at her, confused. He didn’t wonder why she was doing another thing that didn’t make sense. At first, nothing about Luna did really make sense, but eventually, one would end up enjoying her unusual attitudes. In the past year, Ron and Luna had became closer. While he, Harry and Hermione were trying to figure out ways to defeat Voldemort, Luna, Ginny and Neville were keeping them informed about what was happening inside Hogwarts.

Neville didn’t write too much, but he usually gave them useful information. Ginny, on the other hand, used to write several pages, but most of them were loaded with random things. Luna’s letters were the only ones that really called his attention. Her way of talking and writing about things was absolutely the same. In fact, it was almost like having her beside you once you were reading her letters. And it felt good. Everytime her letters came, the mood seemed to lighten up a bit, no matter how bad was the situation they were in. He and Harry used to sat to watch Hermione while she read Luna’s letters, but later on, Ron started to read them when he was alone.

At first, she mailed all of them with a single letter, but later on, she started to mail Harry a private letter as well. Ron wondered what they could be writing about. He noticed that Harry always picked a quiet place to read Luna’s letters, and he seemed somehow happy everytime he finished one. He used to give a smile that he reserved for special people, a smile that he didn’t give too often: a sincere smile.

Ron felt terribly silly when, a few days later, he wrote a private letter to her. He wanted to know the feeling of having a private letter from Luna. Three days later, he had his answer. He was afraid to open the letter, wondering if she thought that was needy of him starting to mail her privately, just because she was mailing Harry privately now.

All his fears went away once he started reading the letter. She seemed awfully happy that he was mailing her as well, and her unique honesty was unbelievably clear.

From that day on, they started mailing each other as often as they could, and he understood why her letters made Harry feel better. Why Luna made him feel better.

“Why is it a good thing that we’re here at the same time?” He blurted, finally coming out of his thougths.

She stood up, watching the grave again.

“Because he can see us both now, which will leave him time to do other things after we’re gone,” she replied, casually.

“Other things?”

“Yes, I assume he’s very busy right now,” she said, looking slightly too formal. “Which is good, I suppose.”

Ron didn’t even bother trying to understand why Luna thought Harry would be busy. He merely watched her, feeling somehow amused. Harry had always said good things about Luna, and Ron himself had changed his mind about her in their sixth year. And with the letters, he ended up concluding that Luna was, in fact, an oddly fascinating girl.

“How are you feeling?”

Silence. Ron continued to watched her and he only realised that he was actually staring at her when Luna turned to look at him.

“Ronald, did you hear me?”

“Oh, were you talking to me now?” He asked, sounding rather stupid.

Luna smiled. “Yes, I was.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, sheepishly. “I’m feeling alright, thank you for asking.”

He immediately realised how forced he sounded and before he could think of something else to say, Luna spoke.

“Ginny told me you haven’t cried.”

Ron frowned a bit, wishing Ginny, and everyone actually, could stop acting as if it was a big deal.

“I haven’t. But that doesn’t mean I’m not sad. I guess I’m just not the crying type,” he said, a little bit harsher than he intented.

“I supposed that’s probably it,” she said shortly, and without warning, she sat on the ground.

Ron looked down, wondering what she was doing now. Probably continuing in silence her conversation with Harry, he thought. Slowly and without saying a word, he sat by her side. Even though he was planning on leaving right before she got there, now he didn’t feel like leaving anytime soon.

Luna didn’t make any objection as she continued to peacefully watch the grave.

“Do you come here often?” He asked, breaking the silence.

“As often as I can.”

Noticing that she seemed focused on the grave, Ron spoke again.

“What are you doing?”

With a discrete smile, Luna answered, “I’m keeping him company.”

Ron watched her, feeling once again, amused. Harry was right, she was really one of a kind.

“I truly miss him,” she said, with a sigh.

Ron sighed too, but said nothing.

“How is Hermione?”

“She’s... Okay, I assume. Sad, but her studies are keeping her mind busy.”

“I see,” Luna said, thoughtful. “I hope she’s careful, though.”

“Careful about what?”

“She can’t keep her mind busy all the time. And even if she could, it’s not a bad thing to let your mind wander.”

“Yeah, you would say.”

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he immediately regretted them. The last thing he wanted was to make Luna sound like a lunatic.

She looked at him, with an expression that he couldn’t quite read. Either she didn’t understand his commentary or she didn’t mind.

“You should do it, Ronald.”

“Do what?”

“Let your mind wander. You might end up finding out what bothers you so much about Harry’s death.”

He stared at her, completely taken aback.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I meant exactly what I said,” she answered calmly.

Ron gaped at her. “Well, then how can you say that? What bothers me is that he is dead! That’s what bothers me, Luna, and nothing else more!” He finished rudely, and got up.

Luna continued to stare at him, and didn’t seem at all affected by his sudden outburst. She slowly got up and stood in front of him. Ron tried to avoid her gaze but he couldn’t. There was something about the way she was looking at him that made him feel completely vulnerable. He sighed deeply, and in what was a big effort, he looked down, avoiding her eyes.

“He was unhappy.”

Luna didn’t say anything. She looked at him as if waiting for him to continue.

“But how couldn’t he? He always had to deal with so much, and no matter how much me and Hermione tried... It was his burden, you know?” He looked up at her, sadly. “I wish we could have saved him.”

“What makes you think you didn’t?”

Ron watched her, puzzled.

“Is that what really bothers you?”

He looked away, and stared at the horizon. The sun was setting, and the temperature was getting colder. For a few moments, he merely stood there, expressionless. He let his mind wander, just like she suggested. And without realising, he started to speak.

“What bothers me is...that I don’t think Harry was ever happy. He had good moments but I think he never had the chance to be truly happy,” he paused, looking at her again. “What bothers me is that he died and he wasn’t happy. I never made him happy.”

“Ronald--”

“It’s true, Luna,” he interrupted. “Please, don’t try to convince me otherwise.”

She looked at him, with a look of sadness that definitely didn’t suit her, but then her expression changed into a tender one.

“At least you know he’s happy now,” she said, calmly.

“How do you know that, Luna? How?” He asked, feeling an uncomfortable lump on his throat.

Luna gently placed a hand on his shoulder and looked at him. “He’s home, Ronald.”

With a faint smile, she looked at the grave. At the graves. Ron followed her gaze, and in what seemed like the first time he was actually seeing them, he read the names on the three graves. Lily Evans Potter. James Potter. Harry James Potter. All of them. Harry’s real family.

And for the first time since Harry had died, Ron felt the tears burning in his eyes. He didn’t mind, and let them run freely. He felt that the tears weren’t the reason why he was relieved. They were simply the consequence.

For those past two months he was feeling so terribly empty. He thought that there was no relief left for him to feel. And now, knowing that somehow Harry was okay, made him feel whole again. Luna was right. Harry was home.

She brushed some tears off his face and hugged him. He returned the hug, and allowed himself to break down completely in her arms. She tenderly caressed his neck and whispered in his ear.

“It’s gonna be okay.”

And for the first time in two months, he believed that. Because Harry was home. And unexpectedly, so was he.

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A/N: Never thought I would write R/L, but look at that ;) Initially, it was meant to be H/L, but killing Ron’s family and Ron in order to create the scenario didn’t really seem convincing. This plot bunny definitely belongs to Ron and Luna, so there. Did you like it? Thought it was IC? OOC? Please, let me know what you think.

As usual, thanks to my wonderful beta Abigail, to whom I dedicate this story, since I know she’s quite fond of Ron and Luna. And Rosie, I hope you’re happy now that you’ve finally read a R/L piece written by me :)

luthor_files @ 2006-04-04T00:54:00

2006-04-04T03:58:08Z

+ Harry/Luna drabble +

128 words // Prompt: Summer.

It felt like happiness.

He was sitting by the lake, watching the sunset but his gaze eventually found the sight of Luna, lying calmly on the grass, with her eyes closed. It was the same ending that most of his afternoons had had in the past month. He and Luna, by the lake, doing absolutely nothing.

And it was good.

He laid down and his arm lightly touched hers, which gave him an odd feeling of comfort. And as he lay there, he felt that their arms were still touching.

“It’s the first week of summer,” she said, now watching the sky and smiling. “It feels wonderful, doesn’t it?”

He turned to look at her, and smiled back. “Yes, it does.”

And it did. It felt like happiness.

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A/N: I do believe in Harry and Luna. I do. I do. :)

luthor_files @ 2006-03-31T00:00:00

2006-03-31T02:58:57Z

+ H/Hr, Ron Drabble +

Summary: He was always the last choice.
Genre: Angst
Words: 429

The Last Choice

Ron was used to being the last choice.

Between his brothers, his friends, his teachers. He was always the last choice. It bothered him, surely, but he tried not to care. He learned to pretend that he didn’t care.

But there was that single time, that time last summer, that he couldn’t pretend enough. He had gone out to the Quidditch field, decided to practice and organize his new ideas for plays. And it was then that he had seen them.

He saw Harry and Hermione together. Holding each other. He didn’t mind at first, although he couldn’t deny the painful feeling of jealousy that settled in his heart at that moment. He headed in their direction, decided just to find out what had happened, but suddenly they were no longer holding each other. They were kissing.

He felt like a knife had been plunged into his chest. His knees almost failed and he looked away. He couldn’t stand to watch. He headed back to his room, praying that it would be empty. And it was. He laid down on his bed and stared at the ceiling.

He liked to imagine how would be if he and Hermione got together. Their bickering would be followed by his apologetic kisses. She would laugh, and kiss him back and it would be fine. They would always figure out a way.

But now they wouldn’t have to. Nothing would ever happen. She had chosen Harry, not him. It was okay, he understood. Deep down, he always knew that she couldn’t love him back. He always knew he wasn’t enough for her, because Hermione deserved the best. But the delusion felt good. And now he would give anything to have his delusion back. Anything was better than the painful reality.

He wondered if they were hiding that from him or if it had just happened for the first time. Either way, he would pretend he didn’t know anything. They would tell him if they wanted to.

He continued to stare at the ceiling, feeling his heart getting heavier and heavier. He tried to feel happy for his friends. They deserved each other and they would be happy together. But now, he couldn’t pretend. He wished her heart had chosen him.

He felt a lump in his throat and sighed heavily. He felt the tears burning in his eyes. And this time, he allowed himself to cry.

For the first time, he wished desperately he had been the first choice.

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A/N: Thanks to my always so wonderful beta, Abigail. I really don't like to make Ron suffer but I needed to get this out of my system X) And the use of the word “delusion” was not a mere coincidence ;)

luthor_files @ 2006-03-04T01:10:00

2006-03-04T04:21:41Z

+ Luna Lovegood Wallpapers +

Finally made arts using Evanna Lynch as Luna. She completely won me over ^___^

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And yeap, it's a manip with Cho's uniform. I'm not quite sure about the result but I did like the wps. Evanna is a cutie :)

luthor_files @ 2005-11-12T21:32:00

2005-11-12T23:37:00Z

I'm going to travel to USA tomorrow and I'm not sure how things will be there, but since I'm gonna work six days a week, I highly doubt I'll have some decent time to play with Photoshop *wipes tear away* Just leaving the note so no one will think I'm really abandoning this place.

A big thanks to everyone who reviewed my stories/arts. I'll be back as soon as I can, dears ;)

luthor_files @ 2005-10-19T21:44:00

2005-10-19T23:55:02Z

It took me an hour to realize what was wrong with this wallpaper. Either Ron was doing a weird face or wearing his hideous ball robes. Yet, when I picked the right face and put him in Draco's outfit...

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Resources [ links on user info ]: Veritaserum // Bruno's Honeypot & Photoshop Addicted [ brushes ] // Trex-tures [ texture ]
Lyrics: Beautiful, by Chris DeBurgh

Ickle Ronniekins deserves a nice outfit too :)

luthor_files @ 2005-10-18T21:48:00

2005-10-18T23:51:06Z

Author: Ana Luthor (mrs_luthor)
Challenge: Mr. Lovegood disappears—how will Harry comfort Luna? // hpll_ficathon
Summary: Sometimes it's easier to understand the silence.
Warnings: Post-HBP fic. Therefore, some spoilers.
Words: 1.380
Rating: G

Words fail you

luthor_files @ 2005-10-16T01:58:00

2005-10-16T05:17:14Z

Since there are many songs that remind me of Harry/Luna, why not to make a soundtrack? I chose my favorite ones (some of them are really made for the ship) and there is the result.

sway .t h e p e r i s h e r s.

it was you who picked the pieces up // when I was a broken sould // then you glued me back together // returned to me what others stole // ... // you gathered my dreams in // when they all blew away // and then tricked them back into me // you saved me I was almost dead

lie in the sound .t r e s p a s s e r s w i l l i a m s.

oh the timing is cruel // oh I need and don't want to need // more than I should // I am falling, say my name // and I'll lie in the sound // what is love, but whatever // my heart needs around // ... // oh I know what I need // and if you were just near to me // would you go

i’ll stand by you .t h e p r e t e n d e r s.

oh, why you look so sad? // tears are in your eyes // come on and come to me now // don’t be ashamed to cry // let me see you through // ’cause I’ve seen the dark side too // when the night falls on you // you don’t know what to do // nothing you confess // could make me love you less // I’ll stand by you

delicate .d a m i e n r i c e.

we might kiss when we are alone // when nobody's watching // we might take it home // we might make out when nobody's there // it's not that we're scared // it's just that it's delicate // ... // We might live like never before // when there's nothing to give // well how can we ask for more // we might make love in some sacred place // the look on your face is delicate

dare you to move .s w i t c h f o o t.

welcome to the fallout // welcome to resistance // the tension is here // the tension is here // between who you are and who you could be // between how it is and how it should be // ... // maybe redemption has stories to tell // maybe forgiveness is right where you fell // where can you run to escape from yourself? // where you gonna go? // where you gonna go? // salvation is here

pills .t h e p e r i s h e r s.

I hope my smile can distract you // I hope my fists can fight for two // so it never has to show // and you’ll never know // I hope my love can blind you // I hope my arms can bind you // so you’ll never have to see // what we’ve grown to be // one may think we’re alright // but we need pills to sleep at night // we need lies to make it through the day // we’re not ok

stop crying your heart out .o a s i s.

hold up // hold on // don’t be scared // you’ll never change what’s been and gone // may your smile // shine on // don’t be scared // your destiny may keep you warm // cos all of the stars // are fading away // just try not to worry // you’ll see them some day // take what you need // and be on your way // and stop crying your heart out

follow through .g a v i n d e g r a w.

these reeling emotions they just keep me alive // they keep me in tune // oh, look what I‘m holding here in my fire // this is for you // am I too obvious to preach it // you're so hypnotic on my heart // ... // the words you say to me are unlike anything that's ever been said // and what you do to me is unlike anything // that's ever been // ... // oh, this is the start of something good // don’t you agree

dream, dream, dream .t h e e v e r l y b r o t h e r s

when I feel blue in the night // and I need you to hold me tight // whenever I want you, all I have to do // is drea-ea-ea-ea-eam // I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine // anytime night or day // only trouble is, gee whiz I'm dreamin' my life away // I need you so that I could die // I love you so and that is why // whenever I want you, all I have to do is drea-ea-ea-ea-eam

drops of jupiter .t r a i n.

since the return of her stay on the moon // she listens like spring and talks like June, hey hey // but tell me did you sail across the sun // did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded // and that heaven is over rated // tell me, did you fall for a shooting star // one without a permanent scar // and then you miss me while you were lookin' for yourself out there

i shall believe .s h e r y l c r o w.

I’m broken in two // and I know you’re on to me // that I only come home // when I’m so all alone // but I do believe // that not everything is gonna be the way you think it ought to be // it seems like every time I try to make it right it all comes down on me // please say honestly you won’t give up on me // and I shall believe // I shall believe // ppen the door // and show me your face tonight // I know it’s true // no one heals me like you // and you hold the key

Edited: + download the .zip file = RapidShare

luthor_files @ 2005-10-15T14:02:00

2005-10-15T17:16:33Z

+ Hermione/Krum Wallpaper & Art

Squee! New posters. New artsies ^^"

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Fonts: Garamond // Andreas Typewriter // Dalí
Lyrics: Re-Offender, by Travis
Texture: Trex-ture
Pics: Mugglenet.com

luthor_files @ 2005-10-11T20:31:00

2005-10-11T23:44:35Z

Author: Ana Luthor (mrs_luthor)
Pairing: Harry/Hermione, with mentions of Harry/Luna
Rating: PG-13 with a tiny bit of something close to NC-17
Genre: Angst
Summary: He will wait.

A/N: If you’ve ever read anything written by me, this will probably seem weird. It’s a different style from what I’m used to write, practically no descriptions and reactions. Are you sure you want to read it? X) It’s my first H/Hr story (yes, you read it right!) though, and I’m quite proud of it. So please, be kind :)

[edited: I knew there was something missing. I added the lyrics of Cheers Darlin' to the story]

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Cheers Darlin'

He couldn’t quite figure out his emotions that moment. It was painful to see her with him, to watch her smiling at him and kissing him as if he was the most important thing in her life.

Harry wondered why it had taken him so long to realise he loved her. Maybe it was because he'd thought that she was in love with Ron. Or maybe because he had never considered the possibility that she might loved him back. No, not her. She could never love him, not the way he wanted her to. She would give her life in order to save his, she would do anything for him, but she only loved him as a friend, just a friend. It was what he had always thought.

Cheers darlin'
Here's to you and your lover boy
Cheers darlin'
I got years to wait around for you

“...and since he doesn’t have any close friends, well, not close enough to be his best man and he knows how much it would mean to me, I want you to be the best man, Harry. Do you want to?”

He remained silent. It was hard enough to accept that she was getting married, but now he would have to be a part of that? He would go to the ceremony, surely that was enough.

“Harry?”

“Yes, of course.”

She gave him a quick smile and hugged him. He enjoyed the few seconds of contact. While still hugging him, she asked him if he was positive. He nodded, unable to say anything. How could he refuse her?

The wedding came and Harry even managed to give a speech. He even managed to keep up a happy facade, just for her.

“When she said she was getting married, I...well, I got desperate. I thought that for the first time, someone would actually be able to take her away from me. The idea of not having Hermione in my life made me feel completely lost.”

She was staring at him, as was everyone else in the party. But there was something different in her eyes. A hint of sadness masked by her smile.

“After everything we went through, we’re still friends. She’s still here beside me. I couldn’t think of anyone better than Viktor to take care of her. I’m glad Hermione found someone that loves her as much as she deserves. Viktor was lucky to find her, but I’m sure he already knows how amazing she is. Today is a day to celebrate their union. To Hermione and Viktor!”

There was applause, smiles and tears, the speech was over. The party had come to a close. Harry didn’t get the chance to talk to her, to dance with her. He didn’t want to. It would only make it harder to accept this whole thing. No matter what he had said before, he knew he had lost her, completely.

Cheers darlin'
I've got your wedding bells in my ear
Cheers darlin'
You gave me three cigarettes to smoke my tears away

Months passed and he still felt the same desolation that had come over him at the end of the wedding. Hermione called him nearly every week and they had gone out a few times. Each time she had told him how wonderful Viktor was and well their marriage was going. Each time Harry thought to himself that he couldn't bear to hear the name 'Viktor' one more time.

And I die when you mention his name
And I lied, I should have kissed you
When we were runnin' in the rain

“What’s wrong, Hermione?”

“What do you mean?”

“There’s something wrong with your smile.”

“What?”

“Your smile. It’s the same smile you gave me at your wedding. When I was giving my speech.”

“There’s nothing wrong with my smile, Harry.”

“Then what’s wrong with you?”

“What makes you thing that there’s something wrong?”

“I know you.”

She stared at him, taken aback by his words.

“You knew me, Harry. I’m different.”

“Different how?”

“Just different. I’m not a girl anymore.”

“No, you’re not. You’re a woman now.”

“Yes, I am. And we changed since Hogwarts. Now, you have your life and I have mine.”

“And it wasn’t like that before?”

“Well, sort of... We used to hang around together all the time. And we spent practically a whole year living in the same place, seeing each other every day--”

“Do you miss that?”

“Of course I do, Harry.”

“Do you miss Ron?”

“What kind of question is that?”

“It’s a simple one.”

“Of course I miss him, Harry. Everyday.”

Ron. He got used to the idea that Ron loved Hermione and Hermione loved Ron. But they broke up and everything changed. They started to live their lives separately and they seemed fine that way. They remained friends, they dated other people and nothing ever changed again.

But then Ron died. Harry had never seen Hermione so miserable. She cried for weeks and he didn’t know what else to do. And then Krum appeared. He comforted her and when Harry realized, she was smiling again. He felt useless. He should have been the one to comfort her, but he never seemed to know what to say nor what to do.

What am I darlin'?
A whisper in your ear?
A piece of your cake?
What am I, darlin?
The boy you can fear?
Or your biggest mistake?

“I’ve always wondered if he would have gotten jealous of Viktor and I,” she said, with a smile.

“Of course he would. He never stopped loving you.”

Her smile died. And she stared at him.

“Things didn’t work out between us, you know it. But we moved on. Both of us,” Harry noticed the emphasis she gave to her last sentence.

“Who are you trying to convince? Me or yourself?”

“What’s wrong with you, Harry? I don’t love Ron anymore, not that way.”

“I wasn’t talking about you. I’m saying that he never forgot you, he never stopped loving you!”

“How do you know that?” She asked, angrily.

“How can someone ever stop loving you, Hermione?”

She stared at him again. His tone had given all away. She should have known by now.

“I think I should go...”

“Yes, you should.”

Cheers darlin'
Here's to you and your lover man
Cheers darlin'
I just hang around and eat from a can
Cheers darlin'
I got a ribbon of green on my guitar
Cheers darlin'
I got a beauty queen
To sit not very far from me

And she left. Now she knew about his feelings, how couldn’t she? And she decided to let things that way. There weren’t options, really. Harry knew that, he always knew.

I die when he comes around to take you home
I'm too shy, I should have kissed you when we were alone

“It’s not even noon and you’re already drunk, Harry. Go home.”

“I’m not drunk, Dean.”

“Yes, you are. I already called you a taxi.”

“I think you should take care of your life.”

“This bar is my life and you almost got in trouble with two clients. I am taking care of my life.”

“You know, I think--”

“Hello, guys.”

“Hi Luna.”

“Dean, could you-- are you alright, Harry?”

“He’s drunk.”

“I’m not drunk!”

“It’s not even noon.”

“That’s what I told him.”

“Why are you drinking, Harry?”

“Why does anyone drink, Luna?”

“I don’t know.”

“Never mind.”

“Come on, I’ll take you home.”

“I don’t want to--”

“Man, go while you have a company. You won’t be able to get home alone.”

“I don’t want to go home.”

But he went. And Luna went with him.

“Life is so easy for you, isn’t it?” He asked, while she covered him with the sheet.

“Why do you say so?”

“You’re always living in your own world, with your own ideas... I wish I was more like you.”

Luna smiled, sadly. Harry didn’t know if she was really sad, but that’s what he saw in her eyes. Sadness.

“Someone broke you heart.”

He didn’t realize the words coming out of his mouth until he heard himself saying them. Luna merely stared at him. She leaned over him and kissed his forehead.

“Someone did,” she said and then she left.

What am I darlin'?
A whisper in your ear?
A piece of your cake?
What am I, darlin?
The boy you can fear?
Or your biggest mistake?

He woke up hours later, with the doorbell ringing. It was night already. He opened the door and saw Hermione, looking rather nervous.

“What were you thinking?” She asked, entering his house. “Why did you suggest that you’re in love with me?”

“Because I am,” he said, before he could stop himself.

“Then why did you tell it now? I’m happy, Harry! Things are good, they’re right!”

“Why should they change then? Be happy, keep your things right, nothing has to change!”

“Of course it does! I wasn’t... It just... I wasn’t ready for that!”

“Ready for what?”

“For you! Having feelings for me!”

“I’ve always had feelings for you.”

“What?” She asked, in shock.

“Exactly, Hermione, I’ve always had feelings for you. I just took too much time to realize it.”

“Why didn’t you tell before?”

“Because you were in love with other people! First Ron and then Krum, there was always someone in your life who wasn’t me! I never had the chance--”

“Yes, you did! Ron and I only got together in our seventh year and--”

“And it was when I realized that I loved you, Hermione. But I couldn’t just ruin our friendship, much less ruin your relationship with Ron. You loved each other.”

She sighed, avoiding Harry’s eyes.

“You loved him, didn’t you?” He asked, unsure.

“What we had was... intense. And we had fun, but... I...”

“You didn’t love him.”

“Not like that.”

“You loved him as a friend. As you love me.”

“You’re different.”

“How?”

“I don’t know! But you were different, you were always different.”

“And why didn’t you tell me before?”

“Oh, let’s see. First, Cho, then Ginny and then Luna. How could I, Harry?”

“And now? There’s no one.”

“Yes, there is. My husband, Viktor. I can’t hurt him.”

“Then you should go home.”

She looked at him, surprised. With a sigh, she left.

Oh what am I? What am I darlin'?
I got years to wait...

But she came back that same night. Angry and confused, but she came back. And they kissed. They kissed as if their lives depended on that. But they needed more. He ripped her clothes off, kissing every inch of her body, feeling her taste in his mouth. He threw his own clothes away, uncontrollably wanting to be inside her. He saw in her eyes that she needed him inside her.

It started softly, but they soon lost control. It became frantic, desperate. It was the result of years of waiting. And it ended. She moaned loudly and he whispered her name in her ear, letting himself fall over her body. They remained like that for a few minutes and then she turned to her side. Harry didn’t turn to hug her, he practically didn’t move. He didn’t know what to feel nor what she was feeling. Maybe she thought that that had been the biggest mistake of her life. He didn’t want to look at her right now and see guilt in her eyes.

And then they slept. Together, but apart.

He woke up next morning with the sight of Hermione sleeping by his side, her hand on his. She looked beautiful. He caressed her face, admiring every single feature of her. He knew he could spend hours watching her sleep, unaware of the rest of the world.

She woke up and saw him watching her. She smiled, taking his hand and squeezing it slightly. And then, she immediately got up and dressed. Harry merely watched her.

“I don’t think we should see each other for a while.”

It was painful to hear that. But he didn’t show any sign of sadness and he didn’t try to convice her the contrary. She leaned over and gave him one last kiss. She took his hand again and looked into his eyes, for what it seemed to be an eternity.

And then she left.

She had made a choice and she chose Krum. To Harry, it didn’t really matter. He’s got years to wait around for her.

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A/N 2: The story was clearly inspired by Damien Rice’s song Cheers darlin’ and it’s dedicated to Liv, the H/Hr shipper who dragged me into fandom (and to whom I’ll be forever thankful) and Frances, because she’s...well, she’s Frances :) Especial thanks to my beta, Liz.

luthor_files @ 2005-10-10T19:14:00

2005-10-10T22:24:46Z

More D/G. I guess I had a problem with Tom and Bonnie, 'cause using them, my arts were crappy X) Now I'm liking the results. Yay for Cintia and Boyd!

1024 x 768

Fonts: Book Antiqua // LittleLordFontleroy
Lyrics Re-Offender, by Travis
Pics: Boyd // Cintia

1024 x 768

Fonts: Book Antiqua // Courier New
Lyrics Maybe Tomorrow, by Stereophonics
Pics: Boyd // Cintia

luthor_files @ 2005-10-08T20:07:00

2005-10-08T23:20:51Z

Inspired by Vicky's [ _____faith ] manipulations, I decided to use Boyd and Cintia as Draco and Ginny in my arts. They're perfect as D/G :)

Red Wallpaper // Green Wallpaper

Fonts: LittleLordFontleroy // Book Antiqua
Lyrics: Milk and honey, by Jackson C. Frank
Pics: Boyd // Cintia

They're quite simple, but I like the results. Hope you like it too :)

luthor_files @ 2005-10-06T01:06:00

2005-10-06T04:12:04Z

Back to my on line life, I'm also back to my Photoshop. Had an OD yesterday and today, making banners for the Fan Forum threads. Now, enough of talking.

Draco/Hermione

Harry/Pansy

Cedric Diggory

Emma Watson

Feel free to make requests ;)

luthor_files @ 2005-10-02T22:54:00

2005-10-03T01:59:43Z

+ Harry/Luna Manip

Has been a while since I wanted to make a manip of the Peter Pan picture where Rachel/Wendy is about to kiss Jeremy/Peter. I'm not thrilled about the result, but I liked. And if someone wants to send me a good picture (high-res, preferably) of Harry's/Dan's profile, I'd love it. The best one I found was the one I used, but the quality wasn't too good, so I had to make a few changes. Well, enough. Here's the manip:

Hope you like it ^^"

luthor_files @ 2005-10-02T20:25:00

2005-10-02T23:33:50Z

+ Ron/Hermione Wallpaper

1024 x 768

Texture: Agnes Bean
Font: Dalí
Lyrics: Cannonball, by Damien Rice

luthor_files @ 2005-08-28T00:29:00

2005-08-28T03:31:21Z

Rating: G
Words: 113

Harry&Luna Drabble

luthor_files @ 2005-08-28T00:28:00

2005-08-28T03:28:55Z

Pairing: Harry/Luna
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Except for the plot, it all belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Summary: A dance. And a reason to smile.

Dancing when the stars go blue

luthor_files @ 2005-08-28T00:25:00

2005-08-28T03:26:40Z

Title: Sitting on a tree
Rating: G
Summary: Harry and Luna sharing a moment. On a tree.
Disclaimer: Except for the plot, it all belongs to JK.

Sitting on a tree

luthor_files @ 2005-08-27T23:28:00

2005-08-28T02:28:12Z

A ficlet about Ron asking Hermione to a ball. Harry's POV. G-rated and very short ;)

Asking her before someone else does