"Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened."
~Theodor Seuss Geisel


It's not easy to say good bye to one of the most beautiful and interesting Ron and Hermione's fanfics we have ever read:Never Enough by Evanesco75!
Specially, when I notice a lot of "changes" around the HP fandom world lately.

The amount of fanfics about Ron & Hermione are diminishing very much, even on the great fanfics sites. If it wasn't for some good stories I'd found on this new (and wonderful) community rwhgficexchange and the "hope" of some works my friends will post on the_hp_love, I would say unfortunately, it isn't only to "Never Enough" we're saying "good bye".

Had you ever stopped to think how, with just few lines about Ron and Hermione, over seven books, JKR give us such a plenty repertory for our imagination? And how have we been dreaming since then?

While I was making this new illustration for this story, I felt in love for a "not so new" song, but I thought it came for me in the right time, because its lyrics are not only so perfect for this happy "second chance" moment of Ron and Hermione in "NE" that I drew, but also about for our relationship with them all over the HP fandom! It helped me a lot while I was working over the new illustration, with all the "cross-over feelings" about this "R&Hr time" we´re living now.

Only one certain at the end: what a pity of those who never "felt" this love!

And for those who know what is "to feel" R&Hr feelings through fanfics, fanart but feel like the bells inside have finally found you someone else and…that's okay, when you get tired of blood and vampires(that definitively are creatures I'll never feel a special affection, because I have a lot of "them" on my RL)or whatever, you could always come back to R&Hr, to their magical love, because this one won't be never enough!!!

I can say that I felt so much involved on this drawing I made for "Never Enough", it was like I´ve never been before, and I´m really happy how it came out! And I think for the first time (even it could not look perfect) I'm totally glad with my work!

It pictures a singular moment of all the story, a moment of surrender, reunion, return, so well written by Sara, like all this story she'll be finishing soon. I felt "their love" all the time as I was drawing it!Like I felt their love while I was reading this fanfic!

I´m not sad because its end is coming! I´m happy because I lived it and we'll have a great story with a begin, middle and end! How many good ones are we waiting to be finished? How many will we never know the end?

Making these drawings for Sara is one of the so many wonderful things HP fandom has brought to my life ! From the people I'd met to the works we'd shared together, and I'm happy to say I have more good news :

I'M THE FEATURED ARTIST FROM JULY ON THE LEAKY CALDRON FANART GALLERY!!!!!!!

I'm thrilled,scared, dancing all around!!! :D
And this I owe from all of you, for the support since my first post here and of course from the love we have in common, the world JKR created and we´ve being taking such a good care!!

Hope you like the new drawing and also could feel all the things I "lived" on it!!

After you watched it, it would be wonderful if you take some of your time to look at my thread and gallery at TLC:

The Leaky Cauldron Gallery

The Leaky Cauldron Forums

And of course, thank you so much RON & HERMIONE!!!!
"My bells" will always ring for you!!!



Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me
Oh things are gonna happen naturally
Oh taking your advice I'm looking on the bright side
And balancing the whole thing
But often times those words get tangled up in lines
And the bright lights turns to night
Until the dawn it brings
Another day to sing about the magic that was you and me

Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just read of
Others only read of the love,oh the love that I love

See I'm all about them words
Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words
Hundreds of pages, pages, pages forwards
More words then I had ever heard and I feel so alive

Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
and others just dream of and if you could see me now
Oh love, love
You and I, you and I
Not so little you and I anymore
And with this silence brings a moral story
More importantly evolving is the glory of a boy

Cause you and I both loved
what you and I spoke of
and others just dream of and if you could see me now
well I'm almost finally out of
I'm finally out of
Finally deedeedeedee
Well I'm almost finally, finally
Well I'm free, oh, I'm free

and it's okay if you have go away
just remember the telephone works both ways
but if I never ever hear them ring
if nothing else I'll think the bells inside
have finally found you someone else and that's okay
cause I'll remember everything you sang

Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of
and others just read of and if you could see me now
well I'm almost finally out of.
I'm finally out of, finally, deedeeededede
well I'm almost finally, finally, finally out of words.


“What’s the use of dredging up all that? You said yourself, you wanted to move on!” He shook his head.
“We can’t move on till we work out….”
“How do you know if it’s even possible to work things out, Ron? How can you be certain it isn’t too late?” Her voice rose, and he could see the way she trembled. An enormous sadness seized him, because he couldn’t bear the thought that he’d caused her state of anxiety.
“I… I can sense that you still… you still feel something for me, Hermione,” he beseeched her. She laughed angrily.
“Feel something? Why? Because I lapsed that day, and I… I kissed you?” The last three words were a tremulous whisper. He locked eyes with her.
“Yes. You kissed me.” She shook her head wildly, and he sought to calm her down.
“I’m not trying to upset you, please!” he tried again.
“Then don’t.” She picked her bag up and turned to the door.
“Do you remember what I said to you, yesterday in Harry’s office?”
His question halted her in her tracks. Ron stepped closer, nearly touching her now. She whirled around abruptly, her eyes flashing.
“How dare you! You come back after years, and tell me you still…. What do you want from me, Ron? What should I do? Should I melt into your arms, and convince myself you’ll stay this time? Should I slip into bed with you, and ignore the fact that you broke my heart?” she screamed.
He reached out, hating the way his blood seemed to sizzle at the mere suggestion of taking her to bed. She reared away, powerless to stem the storm.“I gave you everything I had, everything I was! I… I turned away from my family, because I couldn’t stand the idea of being apart from you. And you….” She lowered her head, struggling. “You shouldn’t have made promises you didn’t mean to keep,” she finished brokenly.
Hot, unexpected tears stung his eyes at the raw pain in her voice. “I know, Hermione. I know I shouldn’t have done, but I swear, I didn’t know I wouldn’t be able to. I… I’ve never loved anyone but you. Those two years, those long years away from you, I… you never left my mind, not even for a second,” he whispered, his entire body trembling.
Hermione closed her eyes, as if letting his words wash over her. She took a deep breath, steadying herself. The fury which had flared inside her, although not entirely unexpected, had come as a shock; she’d convinced herself last night that she’d look ahead, but it seemed her heart was still aching from the suffering she’d been enduring all this time.
‘That’s twice he’s said he loves you. Do you believe him?’
“I know I don’t deserve another chance, but just… do you still care for me at all?” he persisted urgently.
She struggled with herself before abandoning the rage she’d been clinging to all over again. ‘That’s not the only way to be strong. You don’t need to be angry all the time.’ She met his eyes, nearly gasping at the fervent longing she saw in them.
“I… I can’t lie. You’re the only man I’ve ever been with,” she confessed softly. He caught his breath, and his eyes slid to her mouth as though of their own volition. “I hate that I’m so vulnerable to you,” she ended, baring her heart at last.
Every fiber of his body was literally begging to reach out, touch her, feel her skin against his own….
“You think I’m not? God, Hermione! I… I might’ve changed, but you still drive me completely mad, do you know that? I… I can hardly think straight when you’re around me, I can’t do anything but look at you, and want you…”
Her eyes drifted shut as she let his words flow through her, the power of his husky voice drugging her senses. “I keep disappointing you, over and over, but I’ve loved you through it all, and I’ll never stop,” he said, desperate to break through every last barrier between them.
“Ron…” she faltered, unable to articulate the storm of emotion pressing down on her.
He took another step toward her, close enough to smell the soft fragrance of her hair. He clenched his fists, hot, maddening desire sweeping through him. He couldn’t put demands on her, much as he longed to simply crush her in his arms and kiss her till she couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t…
But the way she was looking at him! There was no misinterpreting the need he spotted in her gorgeous brown eyes. Hesitantly, he reached out a hand and stroked her cheek with infinite gentleness, trembling at the contact with her soft, smooth skin. She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed.
His blood seared hot and wild inside him at the sound, and his hands cupped her face as though of their own inclination. He lowered his head till his mouth hovered inches near hers. Her eyes flew open, burning into his.
“I… I want to….” He stumbled over the words, unable to think coherently…
…“Ron,” she whimpered his name brokenly, and he couldn’t hold back an instant longer. He pressed his lips to hers, hot and ardent, and the kiss was intoxicating and hungry and greedy in its intensity; her mouth parted immediately under his, and his tongue swept inside, tracing every contour, every inch while she clung to him, her nails seeking purchase on his broad shoulders.
His hands grasped her soft arms before sliding down and claiming her waist, holding her in a strong, possessive grip; he felt feverish, completely overcome when she teased his tongue with her own before sucking on it, the move so hot, so decadent in its simplicity that he couldn’t help moaning into her mouth. Her fingers were restless, tangling in his hair, stroking his back before drifting up to his shoulders and running over his chest. Like him, she couldn’t seem to get close enough
He tore his mouth off hers, and she moaned in protest at the loss of contact, then shuddered anew when his lips and teeth assaulted her bare neck. He pressed hot, wet kisses on her smooth skin, resisting the urge to bite into her flesh before she squirmed in his arms in a way that assured him she wanted him to.
…“God, you’re so beautiful,” he managed hoarsely, his teeth sinking into her soft throat, leaving marks where he bit into her and she trembled in his arms, gasping and throwing her head back.
“I… I don’t want to force….” he began weakly.
Without speaking, she grabbed his head and pulled it down, kissing him with hungry ferociousness…
…He felt wild, feral, devoid of any hint of civilized restraint; she was driving him mad with sheer lust. She looked at him, her eyes shining with hunger. For him.
“I don’t want you to stop, not right now,” she breathed, her eyes traveling all over him as though she were touching him. The world hovered in anticipation for a moment, as they communicated silently, each deciphering the other’s need effortlessly. They were on the same page, for now, and neither could bear to let this opportunity go to waste.
‘I’ll think later,’ she told herself, seeking a whisper of rationality through the drugging haze of desire.
‘I’ll keep after her, as long as it takes. I’ll get through,’ he convinced himself briefly.
Hermione felt suddenly nervous, and unsure. The stillness in the room was frightening. But then Ron picked her up easily, and deposited her on that same table gently…
…He caressed her face, stroking her hair back and she nearly wept at the tenderness in that simple gesture. His eyes blazed with a near-mad craving before he kissed her again, this time hot and slow and so sweet, worshipping her mouth with his tongue and rendering her senseless with longing.
His hands shook as he attempted to undo her buttons, his mind not coherent enough to remember his wand. She mirrored him, her fingers unbuttoning his shirt before she managed to slide it off his shoulders."










The story :

Never Enough-Chapter 32


I almost forget to say something! I’ve tried to make the details pretty close as the image Sara created for this scene, like the Butterbeer bottles, their clothes. But Sara gave me some freedom “to created” something. So I decided to add to Ron´s image three bracelets that you saw before in the other drawing I made of him. I thought(and now it´s me dreaming over her story) could be a present from Drago to Ron!
They are like made from leather with prints of symbols that are "Runes letters". I made a quick research for them and the first one would represent the protection from gods of fertility( as a Weasley would need this one :D) and creativity; the second one, symbols from the guardians of the entries of underground worlds and the god of personal protection and finally the third, divines essences to guard the person´s self-defense. I think it would be a nice "touch" to him since Hermione loves Runes! :D

A small image of the illustration

Do you know what is the next thing that happens after this scene I drew, Cherrybomb?



Yeah, I know you do!!! The bottles, the wands and the shirt fall down to the ground! ;)

This post and drawing is dedicated to Monica, spidergirl30, which will have her Birthday next Sunday! The one that “knows me” the way only a true sister does! Thank you so much for everything you are in my life!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR!!!I LOVE YOU!!!

AND HAPPY HOLIDAY TO MY AMERICANS FRIENDS!!

The song: