#you're talking about one of Hermione's heroes ^^ )

[kurzler]

psst. "feminist" retelling writers. yes, i'm talking to you. i have a gift for you: here are some interesting women from greek mythology that you can write about that are NOT medusa, persephone or clytemnestra! there ARE other women, shocking i know!

-medea: she literally killed her brother and her children, i thought "female rage" girlies would be all over her

-danae: her life is so crazy, imagine being imprisoned by you father, getting impregnated by a god, being locked in a box and left to die at sea and then basically becoming a hostage to a king while your son is sent to kill a monster. and she's one of the only ones who, to my knowledge, actually gets a happy ending!

-atalanta: basically the only female hero in greek mythology!! and she was an argonaut!! c'mon now there is so much potential here, why does nobody care for atalanta

-the amazons: penthesilea! hippolyta! literally any of them! you're telling me there is a whole society of female warriors and so called feminist writers aren't jumping at the opportunity??

-hecuba: such a tragic and interesting figure, being the queen of troy, she lost her whole family in the war, i wish more people explored her relationship with her children (especially paris) and apollo

-andromache: i'm shocked andromache isn't more popular with the "tragic female characters" people, she literally lost everything basically because of men

-cassandra: i know cassandra is fairly popular, but i love her so much and i want more people to explore her relationship with her family, every dynamic has the possibility to be SO interesting

-electra: this whole family is a MESS and yet i see people mainly focusing on clytemnestra (with iphigenia), but not exploring the relationship between electra and clytemnestra is such a missed opportunity

-helen: i just want the focus of her story to be shifted from paris to the other people in her life, like her daughter hermione! how did they rebuild their relationship after troy? or her sister clytemnestra! what happened to her bond after the murder of agamemnon? or her brothers, castor and pollux! there is so much untapped potential

-demeter: there is a story about a mother's grief for her daughter, her journey looking for her, her anger, and yet every retelling of the homeric hymn to DEMETER focuses HADES to make him a dark romance mafia boss?? come on

and more!

conclusion: i'm tired of seeing the same stories being retold over and over again when there are so many characters to explore

[4m0r1m]

You're So Stupid, But I Love You

SUMMARY: You're scared. He's stubborn. And the Triwizard Tournament just might break you both.

WORD COUNT: 2,154 words

PAIRING: harry potter x girlfriend!reader

You’d never known fear quite like this.

It wasn’t the sort that crept up in the night or made your skin crawl — it was heavier. Sits in your chest. Dulls your appetite. Keeps you up at night staring at the ceiling of the girls’ dormitory with tears drying on your cheeks and your heart pounding in your throat.

Harry had been chosen. Your Harry. Your boyfriend. Your best friend. Your world.

You could still see the blue flames spitting out that slip of parchment. “Harry Potter.” You could still hear the whispers, the betrayal in Ron’s voice, the confusion on Dumbledore’s face. But all you could feel — then and now — was fear.

And anger.

Because when you’d tried to talk to him that night, tried to beg him not to go through with it, he’d just looked at you like you didn’t understand.

“You’re not even supposed to be in it!” you’d shouted at him, your fists clenched at your sides. “This is madness, Harry. They’ve got no idea how dangerous it’s going to be! Why won’t you just—”

“I didn’t put my name in!” he barked back, eyes flashing. “You think I want this?”

“Then why are you going along with it? Why not refuse?”

“Because I can’t!” His voice cracked. “It’s some kind of magical contract — I have to compete. I didn’t ask for this. But it’s happening. And I’m not going to run away like a coward.”

You’d blinked, stunned by the weight of his words — and the way he’d looked at you. Defensive. Frustrated. Hurt.

“Fine,” you’d said coldly. “Then go ahead. Be the stupid bloody hero.”

And you’d stormed off, ignoring the sound of your name echoing behind you.

You hadn’t spoken since. He’d tried — bumping into you in the corridor, sending Hedwig with small notes, asking Hermione to intervene — but you weren’t ready.

You couldn’t bear to look him in the eye and pretend everything was fine while he stood on the edge of danger. You didn’t want to say something cruel. And truthfully, you didn’t trust yourself not to cry the second he apologised — or worse, the second he didn’t.

And now... now it was the day of the First Task.

You sat high up in the stands, knees bouncing anxiously, fingers twisted in your school scarf. The entire stadium buzzed with anticipation — students, professors, guests from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. All of them here to watch four students risk their lives.

You didn’t care about the others. Your eyes were only searching for one person.

And then — there he was.

Harry emerged from the tent, clutching his wand, pale but composed. His green eyes scanned the crowd nervously. And for one brief second, they found yours.

You saw it. A flicker of surprise. Then relief. Then... pain.

He still looked for you. Still wanted you there.

Your heart twisted painfully in your chest.

I’m here, Harry. I’m here.

The task began. You couldn’t breathe.

The announcer’s voice faded into white noise as you watched the Hungarian Horntail rear its hideous head. The spikes. The flame. The way it charged. The entire arena gasped, but you were already on your feet, hands clutching the railing as Harry ran.

He was brilliant. Terrified, but brilliant. You screamed when he summoned his broom. You clapped when he dodged the first blast of fire. And when he soared into the air, taunting the dragon into open sky, your jaw dropped in awe.

“Come on, Harry,” you whispered, unable to tear your eyes away. “You can do this...”

And then — yes! He got the egg.

Cheers erupted all around you. But you didn’t cheer. You bolted.

You didn’t even realise you were running until you reached the tent. You ducked past a distracted official and burst through the entrance just as Harry was setting the golden egg down on a table, sweat-soaked and trembling.

He turned, startled — and froze.

“...You came.”

You didn’t say a word. You just walked up to him slowly, tears already blurring your vision. He looked rough — blood on his shirt, a burn on his arm, hair windswept and eyes wide.

But he was alive. He was okay.

And he was Harry.

“I’m still mad at you,” you said quietly, voice cracking.

“I know,” he whispered, taking a step closer.

“That was the stupidest, most reckless thing I’ve ever seen you do.”

“I know that too.”

“You could’ve died.”

“But I didn’t.”

You let out a shuddering breath.

And then you threw your arms around him.

He caught you instantly, arms wrapping tight around your waist as you buried your face in his shoulder. The sobs came without warning, silent but fierce, tears soaking his robes as he stroked your back and whispered your name again and again like a prayer.

“I was so scared,” you breathed against his neck. “You absolute idiot. I couldn’t even look at you. I was just... I thought I was going to lose you.”

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I’m so sorry.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you. His face was close. Closer than it had been in weeks. You could see the little freckle near his jaw. The way his bottom lip trembled. The hurt in his eyes.

“I didn’t mean to push you away. I just—everything happened so fast, and I felt like no one believed me. Not even Ron. But I never wanted to lose you.”

You reached up and cupped his cheek, thumb brushing the dirt and ash from his skin.

“You didn’t lose me, Harry. I was just too scared to watch you walk into danger without fighting it somehow.”

“I know,” he murmured. “But I had to do it. And I’m glad you came.”

Before you could reply, there was a click. Then another.

You turned sharply and spotted her.

“Rita Skeeter?” you snapped.

She lowered her enchanted camera with a wicked little smile. “Don’t mind me. Just capturing a tender moment. Readers love a good romance... especially when it’s forbidden. Tell me, dear, are you the tragic sweetheart left behind while Harry battles dragons?”

Harry growled low in his throat. “Go away.”

“Oh, but this will make such a powerful headline. ‘Boy Who Lived Finds Love on the Battlefield.��� Or perhaps something juicier — ‘Secret Girlfriend Comforts Champion Potter.’”

“I swear to Merlin—” you began, but she was already sashaying off with a smug grin and her camera in tow.

You turned back to Harry, exasperated.

“She’s vile.”

“She’s insufferable.”

You both laughed.

And just like that, the tension cracked.

Later that night, you found him alone in the common room. The fire was low, his egg was sitting unopened on the table, and he looked tired.

You sat beside him in silence. For a moment, all you did was hold his hand.

“I really thought I was going to mess it up,” he said finally. “I kept thinking about you. What you’d say if I got burnt or dropped off my broom or—”

“Don’t,” you whispered. “I can’t even bear the thought of it.”

He looked at you, his eyes glassy. “You matter more to me than all of this. Than glory. Than the bloody Cup. I’m sorry I didn’t say that before.”

You blinked away tears.

“I love you,” he said simply.

You stared at him, stunned.

But it wasn’t panic that washed over you — it was peace. Like hearing something you already knew but had never dared to say aloud.

You leaned in and kissed him. Slow, tender, and warm. The kind of kiss that said please don’t do anything that dangerous again, and I forgive you, and I love you too.

When you pulled back, you were both smiling.

“You’re still stupid,” you teased gently.

“And you’re still stubborn,” he shot back.

“But we’re okay?”

“We’re okay.”

And with your head on his shoulder, the fire crackling softly beside you, the fear finally started to fade.

A/N: Please let's imagine that Harry's older than 18😭😭

Hope you like this!!

[jacquitries]

Through the Threads of Fate | H.P.

You've always kept your ability to read the future a secret, but when Harry Potter starts suspecting you're involved with the dark side, everything becomes dangerous. His growing mistrust of you only fuels the tension, and as your hidden talent remains shrouded in mystery, you find yourself caught between protecting your secret and surviving the storm brewing around you.

𓆘𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘

The dungeons were your sanctuary. Cloaked in Slytherin green and silver, you moved through Hogwarts like a shadow—silent, unseen, always just one step ahead. The weight of knowledge settled on your shoulders, a burden and a gift intertwined. You saw the threads of fate twist and pull, shaping lives without mercy. But you knew better than to interfere too boldly. No one could ever understand what you saw. Least of all Harry Potter.

From the moment your eyes met his, there was an unspoken war—a silent reckoning. His emerald gaze flickered with suspicion, always following you, never trusting, as though you were the embodiment of the mysteries he couldn’t untangle. And yet, your path seemed to cross his at every turn. Every twist of fate, every dark secret, always brought you into his orbit. A slow-burning tension hung in the air, a game of cat and mouse. You, the elusive enigma. He, the determined hero.

The castle had its secrets, and it whispered them to you. The ancient stones hummed with echoes of both the past and the future. You listened, weaving yourself into the delicate strands of time. You saw the shadows of the Forbidden Forest, felt the cold wind atop the Astronomy Tower, and watched the Black Lake shimmer with memories only you could comprehend. You didn’t want this power. It was a curse more than a gift, revealing fractured glimpses of what was to come, yet leaving you powerless to change it.

Every warning, every quiet intervention, every seemingly innocent suggestion was a part of a greater plan. But none of them could prepare you for the choices you’d soon have to make.

𓆘𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘

You’d always known about the Philosopher’s Stone, long before Harry stumbled across the truth. When the troll rampaged through the dungeons, you stood calm, your voice steady as you guided a pair of terrified first-years to safety. When the whispers of Nicholas Flamel reached you, you carefully placed books open on the library tables, knowing Hermione would find them. And when the final confrontation loomed, you were far away, ensuring the corridors were clear for Harry, unknowingly steering him toward his destiny.

But it was the Chamber of Secrets that truly tested you. The mystery unfolded around you in subtle pieces, fear creeping through the walls like an invisible fog. You never spoke of what you’d heard or seen, not even when Mrs. Norris lay petrified in the hall. The whispers came to you, but you stayed silent, only nudging others in the right direction. When Ginny was taken, you held your breath, knowing Harry would be the one to find her. But as the events unraveled, Harry began to grow suspicious. He had seen you talking to Ginny not long before she disappeared, and his mind began to connect the dots. Though you kept your role hidden, a part of you braced for the moment he would confront you. You had done your part, quietly ensuring the balance tipped in the right direction, but now you would have to face the consequences of your actions—especially when Harry, driven by his suspicions, began watching you more closely.

𓆘𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘

Harry couldn’t escape you, no matter how hard he tried. You appeared everywhere—always just beyond his reach. In the library, your eyes lost in ancient tomes. In the corridors, slipping away just as chaos erupted. By the Great Hall, your gaze lingering on the enchanted ceiling, as if you could see beyond the stars themselves.

It infuriated him.

"She knows something," Harry muttered one evening, pacing in the Gryffindor common room, frustration evident in his voice. "She’s always there, slipping away before I can ask anything. There’s more to her, I’m sure of it."

"Maybe she’s just… clever?" Ron offered, though even he wasn’t convinced.

Harry’s gaze darkened. "No. There’s something else, something she’s hiding."

𓆘𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘

Your path and Harry’s truly collided during the Triwizard Tournament. You had seen it all—the chaos, the danger, the unexpected twists. You watched from the shadows as Harry’s name was drawn from the Goblet of Fire, his shock palpable in the air. You remained distant, a constant, enigmatic presence, your calm unshaken as he faced the dragons, the maze, and the deadly trials.

It was the dragons that first set everything in motion. You whispered to Neville about gillyweed—just a casual remark, but one that changed everything. And when Cedric Diggory died, when the tournament turned from a test of courage into a nightmare, your heart twisted. You had seen it all—had tried in your own way to adjust the timeline, to alter fate just enough to give Harry a fighting chance. But the outcome was inevitable. Fate, in its cruel simplicity, would not be swayed.

𓆘𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘

The darkness deepened in your seventh year, and the weight of fate pressed against your chest like a looming storm. When Harry, Ron, and Hermione were captured and taken to Malfoy Manor, you were already there, a silent force, woven into the very fabric of danger. Your presence was like a shadow, unseen but ever-present, watching as the threads of destiny pulled tight around your friends.

Bellatrix’s shrill voice pierced the air, a maddened cackle as she tortured Hermione, her wand poised like a dagger aimed at the heart of your very soul. You stood in the shadows, every muscle tense, your heart a drumbeat in your chest, yet your face was a mask of icy indifference. The visions you had seen, the threads of fate you had tried to piece together, were unfolding in front of you—but this moment, this confrontation, had always been unclear, a haze of pain and suffering that left you uncertain of where to stand.

And then, when the Snatchers dragged Harry before the Malfoys, your eyes met his—briefly, almost imperceptibly. The shock that flooded his expression was unmistakable, his disbelief evident as he saw you standing there, a ghost in the midst of the chaos. But you gave nothing away. Your gaze was sharp, unreadable, a carefully constructed wall that no one could breach. Not even him. You had to keep the illusion intact, no matter how much it tore at you to see him like this.

As the room erupted into chaos, time seemed to stretch, every moment suffocating with tension. You moved like a phantom, a blur in the dark, slipping through the chaos with the precision of someone who had already seen it all. Each step was deliberate, calculated, as if the very air around you bent to your will. Your wand flicked silently, and a whispered incantation loosened the bonds on Harry’s wrists, the ropes falling away like brittle threads. Without hesitation, you sent another silent spell, deflecting a curse meant for Ron, your magic swift and lethal.

You lingered just long enough to ensure their escape, your pulse thundering in your ears as the last of the danger dissolved into the air. The room seemed to hold its breath as you turned on your heel, vanishing into the shadows like smoke. When Harry, Ron, and Hermione dared to glance back, you were already gone—nothing more than a fleeting whisper in the night.

𓆘𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘

The final battle came, and with it, the revelation that had been a long time in the making. The skies were suffocating with smoke, the ground shaking as the forces of darkness and the defenders of Hogwarts clashed with a fury that could not be contained. Through it all, you moved like a shadow—graceful, lethal, and precise. The chaos around you was a dance you knew well, every step and strike calculated with a cool precision that only someone who had seen this moment unfold could master.

Harry caught glimpses of you throughout the battle. At first, it was just a fleeting shadow, a figure who seemed too composed for the madness swirling around him. But then, his eyes started to linger longer. The way you moved, the way your magic flowed, it all clicked for him. You weren’t just another face in the fight. You knew this battle—the exact moments when to strike, when to fall back, how to make every move count. His suspicions grew, the pieces falling into place, but a part of him refused to fully accept it. Could he trust you? Could he even trust himself?

Then, it happened. In the thick of the battle, when the world was reduced to chaos, a Death Eater lunged at Harry. He barely had time to react, his own wand raised, but before he could defend himself, you were there. A flash of movement, a wordless spell, and the Death Eater was thrown back, crashing to the ground with a force that rattled the air itself. Harry froze, watching as you didn’t just save him—you fought with a fury and skill that was terrifying in its intensity. The shock flooded him. This was no longer just the girl he'd suspected; this was something else. You weren’t just playing a part in this war. You were at its heart, shaping its outcome.

He barely had time to process. The fight raged on, louder, fiercer, but through it all, his mind kept returning to you. Every spell you cast, every life you saved, seemed to carry a weight he couldn’t ignore. He tried to focus on the battle, to finish what he had started, but it was too late. The doubt had already taken root. What did this mean? What had he gotten wrong?

When Voldemort finally fell, the world seemed to inhale a collective breath, but the Great Hall was left in ruins. The echoes of battle lingered in the air like an aftershock. Harry stumbled through the debris, searching for something, someone—when his eyes found you.

There you stood, amidst the wreckage, the first light of dawn breaking through the shattered windows to cast a pale glow on your face. You were silent, watching the aftermath with an expression that betrayed no joy, no satisfaction. Only the heavy weight of everything that had passed. There was no triumph in your gaze, just a deep, quiet burden that only someone who had seen the future—and fought to change it—could understand.

Harry approached cautiously, the tension of the battle still thick in his voice. “You were never against us,” he said, more to himself than to you, the words spilling from him like the release of a long-held breath. It wasn’t a question; it was a statement—a truth he had been blind to for far too long.

But you didn’t offer him the comfort of an easy answer. You simply met his gaze, your eyes cold but not cruel, a subtle edge of something deeper, something far more complex. “Took you long enough to figure that out.”

Harry flinched, the sharp sting of guilt cutting through him. The weight of all his mistakes pressed down on him, heavier than anything the battle had left behind. He had accused you, doubted you, turned his back on someone who had been fighting for the same cause all along.

“I… I’m sorry,” Harry said, the words thick with emotion, every ounce of regret spilling out. “For everything. For doubting you.”

You didn’t move, your gaze unwavering. You studied him for a long moment, the years of suspicion, of distance, crashing together into the silence between you. “Apologies won’t change the past, Potter,” you said quietly, the words biting with the weight of everything that had been left unspoken. “But they’re a start.”

The air was charged with the unspoken tension of everything unsaid. Harry stepped forward, searching your eyes as though he could finally understand the woman behind the mask. “You saved so many lives. All this time, I thought you were working against us.” His voice cracked, regret lacing every syllable. “I was wrong.”

You didn’t answer with words. There was no need to. His regret was all over his face, written in the lines of guilt that creased his brow. You had always known he’d get there eventually, but it didn’t make the journey any easier. You didn’t expect forgiveness. You never had.

A faint smile tugged at the corners of your lips, a fleeting thing, barely there. “And now?”

Harry’s voice softened, raw with sincerity. “Now I see how wrong I was.” He took another step, his presence steady, unwavering. “You… you’re incredible.”

For a moment, your eyes softened—just a fraction. You tilted your head, acknowledging the truth of his words, but you didn’t give him the satisfaction of an easy answer. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere.”

“It’s not flattery,” Harry insisted, his voice steady but full of something deeper. “It’s the truth.”

A silence stretched between you both, thick and heavy with everything that had been left unsaid. But for the first time, you truly saw him—not as the reckless boy who had thrown himself into danger at every turn, but as the man who had borne the weight of a war, who had fought through the impossible, even when it meant facing his own demons.

“Maybe you’re not as hopeless as I thought,” you said softly, your voice carrying a weight neither of you had expected.

Harry smiled—a faint, almost apologetic curve of his lips. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

But the battle hadn’t ended yet. You both knew that. There was more to be done, more healing to be had. Harry still had much to learn, much to undo. In the days that followed, as the Wizarding World began its slow process of rebuilding, Harry came to you, again and again, seeking your trust. He wanted to know you—not just the seer who had saved him, but the person you had kept hidden for so long. Slowly, carefully, you allowed him in, but it was never easy. You had learned to guard your heart—especially from someone who had been so quick to judge.

One evening, after an unspoken stretch of silence, you both stood at the edge of the Black Lake. The moonlight glinted off the water, casting the world in a soft, otherworldly glow. Harry turned to you, determination clear in his expression. “Let me make it up to you,” he said, his voice heavy with the weight of all the doubts, the accusations, the distance that had passed between you. “For all the times I doubted you, for everything I got wrong.”

You turned to him, the cool night air brushing your face. You didn’t respond right away. The past wasn’t something you could simply forget, but as you looked at him, something in your chest shifted—something neither of you had anticipated.

With a faint nod, you said, “You’ve got a lot of work to do.”

Harry smiled, the sincerity in his eyes breaking through the years of tension and regret. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

For the first time, you believed him. You believed in the possibility of trust, of something more.

And with that, you allowed yourself to believe that maybe—just maybe—you could trust him, too.

𓆘𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘

Years later, your name would be etched into the halls of history as one of the greatest seers the Wizarding World had ever known. You became a legend, revered for your foresight and for shaping the very course of events, all while remaining a mystery to those around you. By your side, always, was Harry Potter—your equal, your ally, the man who had finally understood you.

One quiet evening, as you sat together beneath the stars, Harry asked with a teasing smirk, “Still think I’m hopeless?”

You glanced at him, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips, your eyes soft with the weight of all that had passed between you. “Always.”

But deep in your heart, you knew—you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[v-a-l]

One thing that I find completely unbearable is that in HBP, no one other than Harry and Buckbeak were mourning Sirius. We see Remus and Tonks acting sad, the two people, aside from Harry, Buckbeak and Crookshanks, who should have been the closest to him, and it turns out that they were sad about each other! No one feels grief that the Order of the Phoenix suffered its first casualty in the second war. No one feels regret over the destruction of a young man’s life, never mind that some of its members had known him since he was a kid. Nothing.

oh god this hurts me, tbvh I've never quite considered who grieved him and who didn't, but you're right!! Spare HBP though, people are hardly grieving in OOTP. Five minutes after Sirius fell through the veil Dumbledore was already talking shit about him, so. Poor dude can't catch a break.

Like even Ron and Hermione should have been grieving more? Considering how much they put on the line to rescue him in PoA. The marauders were Fred and George's heroes, and Sirius housed the Weasleys in Grimmauld when he didn't have to. McGonagall, Moody, Tonks, Remus its almost like now that he's gone, they're happy to pretend it never happened. He does cast a shadow, and a big one over the subsequent books, especially over Harry, but it isn't one that ever makes you feel that others ache for his presence and the comfort and safety and freedom he brought Harry the way Harry himself does.

[hermiones-amortentia]

How you fucked up with your hatred of harmony, dramione, and the other ships. You're constantly whining about how terrible Harmony fans are, offending those beloved Weasleys! You're so disgusting! You know, you probably do have mental health issues. You spew so much shit at fans who don't like your beloved Ronald Weasley. Fans of Harmony, Dramione, and other ships may hate the character, but that's not when it's not related to hating fans. But you're so pathetic that you insult real people that they don't like your pet Ronnie. You're just an idiot who loves Ron and wants him to get the girl he likes, even if it ruins said girl's life. You're just disgusting. You have a personal dislike for ships, just because the fanfiction is beating up your bastard Ronnie. Although there are many works in the same harmony where Ron is much better than in the books, he's just not with Hermione. But it’s awful for you because this boy didn’t get Hermione.In other works, they just talk about Hermione's relationship./Harry, Hermione/Theo and the others without Weasley's involvement. Imagine it is normal that after the war, Harry and Hermione hadn't become part of the Weasley family, but had each lived their own lives.   In the books, Ron is an infantile boy. No normal woman would want to be with a bastard like fucking Ron. His stupid screams at Malfoy Manor won't change the fact that he's a stupid, lazy, envious, rude, ill-mannered bastard who treated Hermione abominably, brought her to tears, betrayed her, abandoned her.  A man who aspired to nothing and wanted to achieve nothing. It's completely understandable why people who like Hermione want her to have a husband other than this squalor. Does it bother you that people don't like Ginny? You write that you hate fanfiction with her bashing because the reason for this hatred is that she stole Harry. No one has to love Ginny and Ron! Get it into your head or bang it against the wall, maybe you'll have some common sense.  You mention fanfiction with bashing , although a lot of them show the real disadvantages of the Weasley family. But you believe in saints Weasley, and you are ready to kiss your Ron's ass. But the Weasleys have a lot of disadvantages. Ginny is a rude, childish idiot. You're calling people misogynists for not liking Ginny, Painting this creature as a good person who is so disliked. But you forget that Ginny is a girl who loves Harry for his heroism, which is the only reason she paid attention to him, a girl who dates boys, but still dreams of being with a hero, which shows her selfishness.A girl who is rude, physically injures people, puts them in the worst possible light in order to look ridiculous. This is not a good person. Therefore, people who like Harry have every right not to like Ginny, Hinny. No normal person would wish for Harry, something like Ginny Weasley. Harry needs an equally capacious wife who loves him, not an image formed in her head. That is why Ginny is a last person with whom Harry should marry.

I ain't reading all that. I will continue hating on your ships even more. But thank you for this. Finally I can shut up harry loving romione shippers with these asks.

Here have a good pic

[ginnyw-potter]

Do you consider yourself a Harry Potter fan? Ginny Weasley was a fan of him as a child, just because he's a character from books. Ginny wants this character for herself and continues to "never give up on dreaming about him." It's a pitiful sight, as she hasn't overcome her childish behavior. There is not a single example where it would be shown that Ginny loves Harry just like that. And you know what?! After everything Harry's been through, he needs a normal family of his own, which Ginny definitely can't give. Ginny is absolutely not kind. She calmly insults, ridicules, and physically beats people. Ginny is "understanding" only when it suits her. So you're Harry's biggest hater if you want Ginny Weasley for his wife. Ginny wouldn't even have looked at Harry if Harry wasn't Harry Potter, a hero.

Ginny Weasley sucks

hahah anon I turned my anon asks back on less than a day ago. I must occupy so much space in that brain of yours

I hope you heal from whatever ails you, anon.

Ginny's first meeting him she has heard tales of him for years and she's a curious kid! She just wants to meet him on the train. We don't know if there were literaly books about Harry, but she grows up with hearing of him. Not only through tales, but perhaps also through hushed voices by her parents, talking about a couple younger than them who had a kids the age of Ron who tragically died and leaving the boy to go to muggles.

Harry is a mystery to her and one she never hears the full story about because she's too young and her brothers would never tell her the details they find out. She is curious.

Harry watches her run after the train when it leaves. He is paying attention to her. He is the one running after the train to wave off his own kids in the epilogue. it's a full-circle moment.

Then she heard Ron talk about Harry all through summer and finds out he is every bit the boy he is said to be and brave. but he is still a mystery, who is suddenly in her kitchen?? Yeah she gets a little spooked. and then that nervousness builds up to the point that talking to him becomes hard and he gets put on an even bigger pedestal.

And you can hardly take him off that pedestal when he saves you from Voldemort and kills a basilisk.

After that point they start to gradually get to know each other because Harry stays at the Burrow etc. This is the point where she gets to actually know him more until they start dating She stops liking him for being famous and starts seeing all the wonderful sides of him.

They share the same values, humour and interests. They're both snarky. When Percy walks with his chest out to show off his badge while talking to (I believe it was) Penelope, they look at each other because they both think he's being ridiculous and need to hide their laughs. They don't even have to speak and they're not even close friends then but they laugh together.

I'm not sure where you got that Ginny isn't kind? While she appears to have many friends, she is often seen with people like Luna and Neville who are kind of seen as underdogs. Yes, she calls Luna Loony once, but everyone was doing it. They become friends and they're close. Ginny lost her brother at the Battle of Hogwarts and she doesn't stop helping, she goes out on the grounds (while Harry has been asked to sacrifice himself, which she also has to cope with) to get wounded people inside and is seen comforting a girl who doesn't want to fight anymore.

Ginny continues the DA together with Neville and Luna to protect the younger students and continues to speak up.

We never see her physically beating people? You know who is always ready to fight? Ron, who will absolutely throw down his wand to pummel someone. You know who actually punches Draco? Hermione.

We see Ginny use a bat-bogey hex twice. Once in the Department of Mysteries, against literal death eaters. The other time she uses it on Zacharias Smith, who is canonically just a little annoying. He was being nosy and trying to find out all the gossip about the battle in the Department of Mysteries and Ginny puts a stop to it.

She has the same amount of snark as Harry does, that's why it works out. Harry is never going to be normal and he knows that. what he needs is someone who isn't scared by him and his story. Ginny is the only other person he knows that has been possessed by Voldemort and the only person who dares to speak up to him when he gets in a mood.

He is not weak, he doesn't need someone who babies him. Ginny is gentle and kind, but also strong and firm when she needs to be. Someone who balances him out.

Most of all, that man needs to have someone where he feels safe and who is a comfort to him.

Remind me again, I'm suddenly a bit fuzzy on the details... who is said to be Harry's greatest source of comfort? I'm sure it'll come to me in a minute...

[blorger]

Are harry and hermione jkr's self insert is that why she made them marry a Weasley since I was told she based Weasleys with her crush or something?

I know for a fact that Hermione is somewhat of a self-insert character because jkr won't stop talking about it; some examples off the top of my head:

when asked which character of hers she'd rather be, she straight-up said Hermione

jkr gave Hermione an otter patronus because it's her favourite animal

when asked which character she resembles the most, she said " Hermione when I was younger, definitely. But there's a bit of Harry and Ron in me too."

"Hermione is a caricature of what I was when I was 11."

"Hermione thinks helping people is easy, but she blunders towards the very people she's trying to help." jkr and her sister went through a stage like this

(also, jkr planned for Hermione to have a sister just like her but was never able to work her in the books)

Hermione also serves as a mouthpiece of sort for jkr since she's a great character for exposition (together with Dumbledore) so, if you ever want to know how you're supposed to feel about a scene in particular, look for Hermione and Dumbledore's reactions.

I could go on (and on and on...) but yes, since Hermione is a wish-fulfilment character of sorts for jkr, she definitely planned a suitably happy ending for her.

I don't think there's actually any proof that Harry was ever meant to be a mary-sue, the closest I could find to Harry being a wish-fulfilment character is the fact that jkr made Harry rich because "she was poor at the time and wanted him to have a lot. It was wishful thinking" and that Harry has glasses because she did a child and wanted to read about a hero -who wasn't stereotypically brainy- wearing glasses.

jkr has said multiple times that she came up with the concept of Harry (as a character) first and worked her way backwards to create a story around him. In that sense, I believe she feels very protective of him and I can see her wanting for Harry to have a "good" ending the same way she did for Hermione. Interestingly, one of the things jkr has been most consistently adamant about is that Harry and Hermione's relationship is platonic and I think that fits with her maternal attitude towards Harry and with her view of Hermione as a self-insert.

As for the Weasleys being based off of a crush jkr had, I honestly had never heard of this theory before so I went looking. jkr did base the character of Ron off a very important (male) childhood friend she had so the Ron/Hermione romance could very well be wish fulfilment on her part. Also, Ron (and the Weasleys in general) have red hair because jkr likes red hair.

Harry definitely ends up with a Weasley because, to jkr, the Weasleys represent the Ideal Family :

"I have always been drawn to the idea of large families, even as a child; perhaps I wanted more siblings to boss around, or wanted to escape into a corner to daydream without being missed as easily. I've devoured biographies of the Kennedy and Mitford families for years, and one of my best friends is the oldest of 12, so I'm well aware that life in a large clan is not without its drawbacks. Nevertheless, the Harry Potter books were my chance to create my own, ideal big family, and my hero is never happier than when holidaying with the seven Weasleys.

[x]

In conclusion, the Weasleys represent all things good to jkr so she made sure that the characters she liked had a Weasley ending; in that way I think she came up with the idea of Harry marrying into the Weasley family before she even thought of Ginny. Something similar definitely happened with Hermione except, in her case, the end goal was always going to be Ron and it was a stroke of genius on jkr's part that made her combine the concepts of the Ideal Family (the Weasleys) and the Ideal Friend (Ron); this worked in her favour in that it ties everything neatly (and also formalizes the bond between the trio).

Thank you for the ask friend

xoxo

[vlada12r4322]

Nothing annoys me more than the characterization of the Hogwards Houses. Like, what do you mean all Griffindors are brave and reckless heroes, but Hermione , literally one of the main fucking characters in the series is NOT. No, don't come at me with, oh, she was really brave to always be on the go to help Harry in his adventures. That does not make bravery an exceptional quality in her. Hermione is smart, bravery is a quality she values, and not something she exceptionally has.

And I have this problem with almost every house, Slughorn is not an ambitions ,he values ambition, but he himself is probably the least ambitions Slytherin. Same with Draco, like, oh yes, he's cunning and sparky, but not exceptional. Slytherins are supposed to be ambitions cunning people who have a goal in life and will do anything to achieve it. That is the essence of Slytherin. But most of the characters we are given as Slytherins lack these major qualities.

Slughorn is too lazy and callous to be a Slytherin. Draco is snappy, but once he grows up, we can see his cunning turn into basic smartassness.

Severus Snape was a Slytherin. Ambitions, responsible, cunning, genius even. He always set goals for himself , and he was ready to do whatever it took to succeed. He was a very mentally strong person.

Narcissa Malfoy/Black was a fantastic Slytherin. She was so loyal to her family and blood that it developed into ambitions. Ambition to protect her loved ones to have the cunning to make your biggest weaknesses your strength that is Slytherin behavior.

Regulas Black was a scarcely mentioned but still a quite interesting Slytherin. He was ambitious to prove himself, a much better son, as Sirius mentions. Regulas was cunning and immediately climbed high enough to get the death eaters mark. He was the one to discover Voldemort's secret. Without anyone's help, that is how brilliant a Slytherin is supposed to be.

Cho chang ? Like first of all racist ass name. But wtf was with her and others bullying Luna. Ravenclaws are meant to be creative , critical thinking problem solvers, and one of the main characters is just a bad take on the mean girls. Luna is quite odd to be fair, but she's still a creative and problem solving soul.

Griffindors are almost all insufferable, in my opinion, and we have no idea what exactly qualifies a Griffindor. Bravery ? Honestly, it's just bad impulse control. Righteousness ? Maybe , almost every Griffindor is kind of a self-righteous person, some in a classist bigot way ( Yes, I'm talking about James Fucking Potter) , some in a more self assured and fair way . ( Harry Potter, no do not compare him to James, I'll punch you ) Hermione is much more of a good person, that tries to be brave, standing on her morals. Ron is brave. I'll give you that one only, Ron is a very good and brave character in the books. Ginny is a good deal brave, but then JKR ruined her character by making Ginny say she did it all to get Harry's male validation. ( Honestly, JRK should write another book, " How to ruin perfectly good characters, but not writing them correctly" )

Haufflepuff is a less represented one, so I'll basically sit out on this. Just my chill dudes , dorm next to the kitchen. ( they tickle the grapes to enter, like who the fuck thought that was a good idea ?? )

Cedric was basically a nice chill dude, helped Harry, was kind to Viktor krum, probably just a nice person to hang around with. Loved his girlfriend the most. Honestly, Cedric was a wonderful person. But can't define a whole group of people using him.

In the end, I like to think that the sorting hat really just thinks about which attributes the person values. But then again, Sirius was ambitions about proving his family wrong , so he should've been in Slytherin. But honestly, my best guess is that the sorting hat just goes, " Which house do you wanna be in ? Griffindor, cause you're bold with bad impulse control, and your new bestie is in Griffindor. There you go, GRIFFINDOR !

Your mind had been brought to be value purist ideologies, and they will probably kill you if you don't end up in Slytherin? Who am I to protest, SLYTHERIN!

You're creative and kinda weird, like puzzles. Yeah, there you go, RAVENCLAW !

Finally, a normal nice and chill kid, let's get you away from the drama and closer to the kitchen. HUFFLEPUFF !

[racfoam]

Happy Halloween, everyone! 🎃🍬👻 Have a nynn Halloween Special

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“So, why can’t we fifth years do the Muggle tradition Halloween?” asked Harry in the Common Room, pouting. The fifth to seventh years were all situated in the common room, stocked with candy, while the younger year students, all dressed in their costumes, had gone out around the castle for trick or treating.

Harry wished she could go, too. She never went trick or treating in her whole life. All she'd need to do was put on the Invisibility Cloak and she'd be Headless Nick.

“Because we’re too old.” said Hermione patiently.

“You’re never too old for trick or treating.” grumbled Ron; Harry had explained how Halloween worked in the Muggle world and he was positively bereft. “It's free candy! I want free candy!”

There was a knock at the portrait. As one, everyone in the common room scrambled up. Harry wondered which group of kids it would be, Ravenclaws or Hufflepuffs. She doubted the Slytherin kids (at least the purebloods) would go trick or treating around the castle.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were the first to make it to the doors, carrying the candy to give out to the kids.

“Open," said Ron to the doors.

When the doors opened, Harry's jaw promptly fell to the floor.

Hermione released a delighted squeal. There were small first years dressed in many different costumes, be it of Muggle heroes or magical creatures. However, the most dominant costume was...

Harry was faced with a row of... well, Harrys. Boys and girls, wearing glasses, Gryffindor robes and the lightning bolt scar drawn by a sharpie on their foreheads.

“Trick or treat!” chorushed the kids.

“Harrys!” said Ron, amazed.

“You're all so cute!” cooed Hermione, quickly moving to give everyone as much candy as she could into their open pumpkins, be they a Harry or a ghost or a clown.

The kids blushed, grinning at Hermione.

Harry grinned down at them, feeling something warm bloom inside her chest. “Wow, you all look very cool! I love your glasses!”

The kids beamed. Harry went to give them as much candy as she could.

“Okay, Harrys, pull out your wands!"

It was like Harry became a gang leader. At once, all the Harrys pulled out their wands.

“And say, with your full chest: Expecto Patronum. On three, all right? One... Two... Three!"

“Expecto Patronum!” called the kids along with Harry, and much to their delight, a large, silver, shining stag burst from Harry's wand, circling everyone and bumping his snout against every kid's nose.

“Thank you!” said the kids, and off they raced, talking about how much candy they got.

Harry heard a thump behind herself. Alarmed, thinking one of her friends had fainted, she turned, only to blink.

Lord Voldemort laid sprawled across the carpet of the Gryffindor Common room. He had fainted, apparently too overwhelmed by the crowd of tiny Harrys and their adorebleness.

Harry snorted fondly.

[plscallmeeren]

H A T E S E X

Hermione J. Granger x Male Reader

Request: nope and it worries me

Summary: Hermione kisses Ron (and cheats on you) to make you jealous and she has it coming... this is filthy shit it's kinda a drabble I originally wrote for kinktober on here so that explains it ig

Warnings: swearing; top!reader; bottom!Hermione; fingering (her receiving); degradation; vip; mentions of cheating; unprotected sex; tiny bit of bondage; yelling, fighting

Word Count: 1.2K+

Prompts used: Hate / Angry Sex | Degradation

"It's not my fault you're so fucking proud!"

"What, so you just thought 'hey! Why not kiss another guy right in front of me'? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"No, what's wrong with you! Since I became a hero after the war, everyone is pining over me. Everyone! You hear me?"

"Oh, you're so arrogant," you scoffed, shaking your head.

"Well, maybe I am! But I chose you. You out of everyone else I could've had. So why won't you even have sex with me? It's been over a month!"

"Are you seriously trying to guilt-trip me right now?"

She didn't answer. You stood across from each other, panting slightly, glaring, the door to your shared dorm room locked and sound-proofed so that no one would overhear your heated debate.

"Fine. I'm not good enough for you, obviously. So... I guess you'll have to grace someone else with your presence. Maybe even Ronald Weasley." The oncoming silence was deadly calm, and you heard her every breath, maybe even her heartbeat.

You headed to the door - heavy steps - falling like boulders just to make sure she realised how badly she had fucked up.

And she knew it. You could see it in her every weary glance towards your heading, every nervous twitch, every licking of her moist lips.

Presently, she jumped ahead of you, looking up with defiance in her eyes.

"Get out of my way," you growled, but not making any gesture to use force.

"No."

"Hermione." She shivered at the low rasp of her name - cold and dangerous.

"Make me."

You crashed your lips down to hers at the common phrase, gripping the sides of her face to hold her steady as she was pressed against the door.

You eventually let go of her, saw her yearn for more, realise you had led her away from your exit plan. Just as you were about to open it and quickly escape, she grabbed ahold of your tie, which spun around, tightening around your neck.

"What, you're gonna choke me now? Hide the evidence that someone dumped you?"

"Maybe. If you're not careful."

You slowly turned around, gaze like fire on Hermione's pale skin. She trembled but hardly noticed.

In one swift movement the tie was pulled over your head and you had an iron grip on her wrists, pressing her front into your own as you tied them with said tie. She gazed up at you with a strange sort of admiration.

"I'm leaving. I'm gonna talk to McGonnagle. I won't be coming back."

She cried out a pathetic 'no, please don't', and for some reason that had you dead in your tracks at the open door.

"Why shouldn't I, darling?"

"Because I love you."

"No, you don't."

"I do. Please. Just... one more time to convince you? Maybe you've forgotten how good I am...?"

You turned again, and noticed with a pang of despair that you had turned too often already. Yet it was dull and buried near the back of your mind and you couldn't find it in you to care.

"Yeah? You always wanted me to be rougher, right?" You approached her, looking down at her as you shoved her harshly down onto the bed. Her lips parted and her eyes were dark. You scoffed. "Well, slut... that won't be a problem no more."

She whimpered delightfully and next thing you knew you were on top of her, ravaging her with your lips in a frenzied manner you never had before. Her back arched as she writhed at your open-mouthed antics, panting heavily as you ripped off one article of clothing and another, holding no regard for the clothes you might have damaged.

You spread her legs roughly once you had rid her of tights and skirt and panties, wasting no time on romantics. She squirmed even more when you pushed four fingers into her cunt - no time to retaliate, no time to adjust - more fingers than ever before.

She whined pathetically, moan after moan slurring from her pretty little mouth pornographically at the painful pleasure you were dealing her pussy while you bit and sucked at her tits in a primitive fashion. Your thumb rubbed over her clit in quick circles as your other hand groped her left breast with little regard for the pressure it was practicing.

You came up for air, placing your knees on her thighs so she would stop writhing to a point where it was hard for your digits to pound into her. "Is this what you wanted, bitch? This what your little cunt was so needy for that it went and fucked Weasley? Well, this is what you get for letting another guy fuck you. You'll never get these fingers again, so cherish them."

Hermione was practically screaming, a never-ending wail of ecstasy pooling at her lips while her eyes watered, only interrupted by the occasional 'please, daddy' or 'it's all for you, baby'.

Her hair was tangled, mascara smudged from the odd tear, lips wide open, back arched, legs shaking, inner thighs slick with her own pre-cum.

"I'm gonna cum inside you, sweetheart," you purred, leaning down to her ear, "and I'm not gonna let you get pregnant, because you don't deserve my baby."

She whined loudly, clenching her walks around your fingers. You loved the difference between you and her. Hermione, entirely naked, vulnerable, powerless, while you still stood fully clothed and relatively well-kept apart from the missing tie and dripping fingers currently stretching the inside of a woman's cunt.

With one final guttural moan, she came around you just as you pulled out your dick and replaced your fingers with it, stretching her even wider at her climax. You fulfilled your promise, not leaving her pussy as you both panted heavily.

"Will you please stay? That was amazing," she whispered, almost out of breath.

"You don't deserve it. I'll be here in an hour or two with the potion equivalent of the morning-after pill and maybe, if you're lucky, I'll fuck you again. But that won't mean you deserve a second of it, love."

You finally pulled out of her, sticking your fingers into her mouth for a second to let her lick you clean before pulling up the zip of your pants and walking out the door.

She struggled against the tie still bound around her wrists. You had never left her after sex without looking after her extensively. You certainly would never have left her in this uncomfortable position for an unknown amount of time.

But Hermione found she didn't particularly mind waiting an hour or so here to see if you would return and make her cum again.

No, not at all.

[roseharpermaxwell]

Bite-Size Drarry - Under 10k (Part Two)

Pausing my RWRB reading (I have an ask about firstprince fics too and I’m working on it!) to answer this, which is the nudge I’ve needed. I’ve done this for Dramione before (under 5k), but I especially love tempting readers to Drarry. 

Short works are the unsung heroes of fandom. They don’t get enough love, which makes me so sad, because you definitely don’t always need 100k to deliver a stunning story. These are your bedtime stories, your palate cleansers, your individual serving sizes of serotonin. It’s okay to enjoy these even if you only read slow burn 100k+ fics, I promise. Live a little! 

This is a sampling of some amazing favorites, but I’m always reading new things and will add to it regularly. If you find something you love, I know the author would love to hear it, and so would I! Take a deep dive into their work to find other gems. 

Here's Part One if you missed it.

Bite-Size Drarry - Under 10k (Part Two) below:

Yours, Draco by @drarrytrash. T, 3.5k. MCD All that's left are 15 letters, and then those are gone, too.

Let Me Count the Ways by @thebooktopus. E, 3.5k. Intimacy comes in many forms. Draco wants to explore them all with Harry.

Thunder Moon by @maesterchill. E, 3.6k. Just like the first rumbling growls of thunder in the skies, a 'thunder moon' is a harbinger of storms and turmoil. During this rare night in July, many wix notice an increased difficulty balancing heart and head, instinct and morality, and even their own desires versus the wishes of their loved ones.

For those who have been bitten and turned, like Harry Potter, this struggle is magnified tenfold.

When his mate is attacked, will Harry be able to face down the monsters in the shadows, and inside himself... for the man he loves?

Perfectly Imperfect by @phdmama. E, 3.6k. Harry is about to have sex with Draco Malfoy. The only thing that’s weird about that sentence is that it’s not weird at all.

Re: Harry’s Crush by @lettersbyelise. T, 3.7k. Ever get that feeling you're being talked about behind your back? Harry doesn't, he's too busy being stupidly, obviously besotted with the guy in the lab downstairs. A fic where the interdepartment betting war at the Ministry gets out of hand, Millicent and Hermione get scheming, Harry Potter ends up wearing black eyeliner, and everybody ends up getting more than they bargained for. Companion piece: Featherlight, T, 1.3k. 

Let’s go dip it low (then you bring it up slow) by @andithiel. T, 3.7k. Draco was not prepared to run into Potter in a Muggle gym, especially not a provocatively dressed, dancing and flirtatious Potter. 

Absurd by Blowfish_Diaries. E, 3.7k. When Draco discovers a kink that Harry's been hiding from him, he has no choice but to explore said kink, right? Right.

Do You Want to Bet on That by phdmama. E, 3.7k. 

Are you ready now by phdmama. E, 3.7k. 8th year. Truth or Dare. That's it. That's the fic.

Limits of Earth and Sky by @jackvbriefs. E, 3.8k. Again and again, Draco Malfoy returns to the public eye only to attempt the most challenging broomriding feats Wizarding Society has to offer.  Again and again, Harry Potter watches him do it and wonders why.

Come As You Are by @peachpety. E, 3.8k. If asked, Harry Potter would categorize his high school senior year as normal: football, friends, and one devastating crush on his tutor, Draco Malfoy. When presented with an opportunity to help Draco, Harry rises to the occasion. Unfortunately, so does his dick. Sparks fly and alarms blare… and the Hogwarts Owlz Gossip twitter feed blows up.

Or: the one where an inconvenient erection brings them together.

Fruit Stand by @drarrily-we-row-along. M, 3.8k. Harry never skives off of work; he's never taken a day off, not even when he's sick.

But today is the day. He goes off for a drive and comes across a farm stand that changes his life forever.

Matching Pair by @the-starryknight. T, 3.8k. Harry Potter was possibly the last person Draco had expected to find standing at the foot of his favorite portrait at the Tate Magique. And yet, there he is, looking incredibly fit and monopolizing the attentions of the portrait. It's not bloody fair.

sink your teeth in by @softlystarstruck. E, 3.8k. Harry, or the wolf, or the wolf-that-is-Harry, is possessive. But he's trying not to show it.

Draco, though? Draco wants to be wanted.

Small Things by seefin. G, 3.8k. The Death Eaters went to the village early one morning before anyone was awake, and now the village is empty, apart from the Aurors, and the Order, and several now-stray dogs that sleep in an open garage on the side of one of the oast houses. 

August by @wolfpants. M, 3.8k. Summer, 1998. Harry Potter arrives at the Manor to return Draco's wand. The problem is, he keeps coming back.

The Metamorphmagus Needs a Bath by @aprofessionalprotagonist. T, 3.9k. Despite doing their best to avoid each other, Draco and Harry are tasked with babysitting Teddy Lupin... together. That's not going to be awkward at all.

Under Your Skin by @p1013. E, 3.9k. He initials another section and flips the page. Being a junior Auror is a lot more grunt work than he expected, and the paperwork isn't even the worst of it. He's also managed to catch intake duty. It's getting close to 2 AM, there hasn't been a single arrest brought in tonight, and he's still got another six hours before his shift is over. Rubbing a hand over his face, he prays for something, anything, to make the interminable evening better.

Oxygen by Maesterchill. T, 4k. Draco doesn’t smoke. Except when he needs to breathe.

Watch Out (here I come) by phdmama. E, 4k. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Hermione mutters, her smile never faltering. “Harry, stop it.”

“Stop what?” Harry mutters back, not looking away from the grey eyes narrowed in his direction, as the man himself mouths what? Harry gives up on the punch and signals the bartender, asking for whiskey.

“If you’re going to eyefuck Malfoy, I’m going to go find Ron for a dance,” Hermione says, turning to set her glass down on the bar behind her.

The Waking Lights series by @magicalrocketships. T, 4k. Draco Malfoy ends up reinventing himself. On Instagram. And TikTok, as it turns out. 

rawhide on your polish series by softlystarstruck. T, 4k. Draco acquires a new interest in Muggle Studies.

Two Lies and a Truth by phdmama. E, 4.1k. 

Eyes on Me by Saras_Girl. T, 4.1k. Harry cannot dance. Will not? Better not.

Cupboard Love by @shealwaysreads. G, 4.1k. Harry’s life, and love, in food.

Still Waters by @iota. M, 4.1k. Coincidence brings Harry to the same alpine lake as Draco for summer field research, kicking off a month staying in a shared tent, endless opportunities for swimming and self discovery, and maybe a little studying too, if Harry has time.

in his hands by p1013. E, 4.2k. Draco’s got a bit of a thing for a certain part of Potter’s body. No, not that.

To Be Honest by shealwaysreads. M, 4.2k. Malfoy’s not fucking anyone. Harry’s curious. He’s just curious.

A Gentleman of Good Conceit by MaesterChill. M, 4.2k. Harry worships me, hungers for me. Facts are facts. What's also a fact is that I'm egotistical, an utter snob, and totally impossible to live with. But then, when has the impossible ever stopped Harry Potter?

Thirst by @fluxweeed. E, 4.4k. The path of Malfoy’s scent is obvious; Harry hasn’t fed for days, so his senses are sharp. Deadly. And Malfoy smells so good.

dive (and have no fear) by @callmegri. T, 4.5k. Draco Malfoy loves baths, but has no access to bathtubs. Harry Potter loves his friends, and has many of said bathtubs. It makes perfect sense to call Draco over to have a bath. ...Right?

Even Children Get Older by @lou-isfake. M, 4.5k. It started with don't wake the baby.

Good For You by @dodgerkedavra. E, 4.5k. Draco has only ever wanted to be a very good boy. He has no intention of blurting that out to Harry Potter at pub night.

But It's Better If You Do by louisfake. M, 4.6k. “This is exactly where you like me, isn’t it,” Malfoy mutters hoarsely in his ear, and Harry hears the unspoken beneath you, defeated. Harry laughs softly, lowering his arse onto his lap. The burlesque!Harry fever-dream oneshot that nobody asked for. 

Tastes Like Soap by InnerLilith. E, 4.6k. Harry goes to the foam party hoping to finally have casual sex. Draco goes to the foam party expecting yet another night of casual sex. Harry and Draco do not have casual sex.

Passably wrecked by @tenthousandyearsx. E, 4.6k. “Potter,” Malfoy says, sitting down next to him at breakfast. “I think we should have sex.”

Lucid by @dracoladon. E, 4.7k. Harry's not sure what makes him harder; listening to Draco talk about astronomy, or shagging Draco so thoroughly that he can't talk at all. Both, probably.

Amber by @slytherco. E, 4.7k. Despite his numerous flings, Harry's thoughts keep circling back to Draco, only half-aware of his perpetual draw where they're not strangers, not-quite friends, but definitely something. When they both get played by the same person, Harry and Draco find a way to get back at him, and maybe get something extra out of it as a result.

When The Party's Over by @sweet-s0rr0w. E, 4.7k. Parties aren't quite so much fun when you're accidentally bonded to your sworn enemy. At least, that's what Harry thinks at first...

Sports Star by @moonflower-rose. E, 4.8k. Life as a professional Quidditch player involves a strict routine, and more hydration than Harry could have imagined. He's happy to follow the rules, but he does keep one little strategy to himself, his secret to success on the pitch.

Unfortunately, that secret is about to be exposed to Draco Malfoy.

As Easy As That by Moonflower-Rose. E, 4.8k. Trust Potter to be the target of a rogue bonding spell from a crazed fan. Trust Draco to try and leap in front of it.

Still Warm, Still Warm by @tsauergrass. G, 4.8k. The oranges ripened and grew heavy; the branches dipped under their weight. They picked some for breakfast every morning: Harry twisting the fruit off with a snap, Draco carefully tugging each one off.

Harry peeled an orange and handed a wedge to Draco.

Their fingers grazed, and Draco took it. The tender flesh; if he pressed just a little harder with his fingers, it would burst into a juicy mess.

Harry is up to something. Why else would he keep giving Draco presents?

Dinner and Diatribes by @ohdrarry. E, 4.8k. Socialising isn't Harry's thing. Draco does his best to help.

And if his idea of helping is a touch skewed– well. Harry isn't complaining, is he?

Game On by @pennygalleon. T, 4.8k. Draco blows Harry a kiss and the press goes nuts. Harry suggests they use this to their advantage.

City by the Bay by @caitlincheri28. M, 4.8k. Draco Malfoy had made all the wrong choices. After his time in Azkaban, falling in love with Harry Potter over parchment and ink, he decides he must attempt to make the right ones. Even if it means sacrificing his heart.

Dirty Fucking Dangles by p1013. E, 4.8k. The first time Harry watches Malfoy skate to the blue line, Harry can't drag his eyes away. His footwork is insane, and Harry's captivated. It doesn't hurt that when Malfoy takes his helmet off, his blond hair is plastered to his head like burnished gold and his eyes are the same color as an Alberta sky in midwinter. It doesn't hurt that Malfoy skates like he was born for it, that his puck handling makes Harry's breath catch, that when Malfoy scores—top shelf, hard enough to knock the goalie's water bottle off the net—he grins like a sunrise, too bright to look at and warm enough to make Harry sweat.

Float by @shiftylinguini. E, 4.9k After a night out, Harry wakes up feeling like he slept on concrete, like his body's made of sand, like he accidentally pissed on his housemate the night before.

Because he did accidentally piss on his housemate the night before.

Ferrety Little Mouths and How to Snog with Them by fluxweed. M, 4.9k. “I don’t think the size of your mouth has much to do with how good at kissing you are. People with ferrety little mouths can be good snoggers too.”

“You’re clearly an expert. You’ll have to teach me.”

sending my love all over you by @cavendishbutterfly. E, 4.9k. Draco figures out he’s got a praise kink. Harry figures it out faster. Or: five times Harry talks Draco to orgasm and one time Draco tries returning the favour

Fading in Love by Andithiel. E, 4.9k. Draco’s Dark Mark is fading, and everyone thinks he’s up to something. Everyone except Harry, that is, since he’s been too busy keeping his fuckbuddy situation with Draco a secret.

Continued in Part Three! (And here's Part One, if you missed it)

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[novelmonger]

Okay, Harry Potter, Dumbledore, and the pairings of Harry/Ginny and Ron/Hermione (vs Harry/Hermione). Positive opinions, go.

-Rain

Harry Potter! Ma boi! What a solid Gryffindor, amirite? 8D This dude is like...quintessential hero, isn't he? I mean, how many seventeen-year-olds find out they've (from a certain point of view) been bred like a lamb for the slaughter, and then go, "Yes, actually, I am willing to sacrifice my life to weaken the most evil wizard who ever lived to the point that maybe someone who comes after me can finally defeat him." How many people who then, beyond anything they dared hope or expect, end up surviving this laying down of their own life, face off against their mortal enemy and pity him? And it's not just at the end of his journey that Harry is like this, either. Say what you will about him; he certainly has his flaws and his dumb moments, but if you think all the way back to when he was eleven and facing an evil wizard head-on for the first time...he didn't back down. He tells Hermione, "you better go get Dumbledore because I won't be able to hold him off forever," knowing there's a very strong chance he's about to die, and then just marches right in anyway. What a lad.

And then Dumbledore! Dumbledore is my favorite character - I'm not sure when I realized that, but it didn't change no matter what new things we discovered about him. He's such a complex and interesting character - very wise and strong, but also so incredibly flawed. He's the number one proponent of the power of love, and yet there are many things he's done that are not loving at all. In some ways, I think he actually looks up to Harry, because there's a certain selflessness to Harry that sometimes I think Dumbledore has lost along the way. Dumbledore has so many plans, so many layers, so much subterfuge and cleverness, so much looking at the big picture, like playing a chess game where you have to sacrifice certain pieces in order to win the game, that sometimes I think he loses sight of the little things that make the whole game worth it in the first place. And that is so fascinating. When you start the series, you just think of Dumbledore as that funny, quirky guy who is all-wise and makes everything turn out right in the end. But every book is like peeling back another layer of who this man is. I also love how strongly his presence is felt, even in books where Harry hardly comes face-to-face with him at all.

Harry/Ginny? The interesting thing about them is how Harry is an only child raised in an abusive home where everything had to be perfect (and he never was), while Ginny is the youngest of a huge family full of love where everything is messy and higgledy-piggledy. That's what draws Harry to the Weasleys in general, and it's a comforting thought to know that Harry has a permanent spot in a warm, welcoming family like hers.

One thing I love about the dynamic of the Golden Trio is that there's never any love triangle nonsense (except for a bit in DH, which is entirely the fault of Voldemort's lies and is quickly shown to be baseless). It becomes clear early on that Ron and Hermione have a thing for each other, and Harry and Hermione are friends. And you know what's kind of fun? When for various reasons throughout the series Ron is temporarily outside the circle of friendship (like when he and Harry aren't talking in GoF or when Ron leaves in DH), both Harry and Hermione are like, "You're a good friend, *sigh* but Ron, though...." I would argue that Ron is actually the glue that holds them together, not Harry, even though he's the main character.

Anyway, that being said, I love watching Ron and Hermione's relationship and way of relating to each other develop through the series. They go from bickering and refusing to speak to each other and being very stupid teenagers to learning how to communicate and support each other better. And while Harry's relationship with Hermione is never quite as antagonistic as Ron's...somehow, that doesn't seem right for either of them? Hermione seems to need someone to argue with, and Ron is better at doing that than Harry is ^^'

[nowiamcoveredinyou]

Professor Malfoy and Miss knight

Part 2

Part 1, part 3...

Draco Malfoy x oc Elizabeth knight

Warning:- none!

"if anyone has doubts please ask me" Malfoy said after he finished his demonstration. Through the demonstration he couldn't help but let his gaze fall on Elizabeth. He noticed everything, the way she giggled, played with her hair, infact the way she pretended to be interested in his class.

"I believe there's no doubt" he declared as no one raised their hands, "okay we're done for today, see you tomorrow".

The students didn't waste a minute and went out the classroom. Draco Malfoy turned around to take his book and wand before leaving. As he turned to face the benches he saw Elizabeth walking away with her blonde friend. That reminded him of what professor mcGonagall said, she told him to put punctuality in her. So he called her,

"Miss knight"

Elizabeth turned to face him. Where she stood was a divine place Malfoy thought, the sunlight came from the window, hitting Elizabeth in a rather luxurious manner. Her wavey hair shone and so did her brown eyes.

"yes, professor Malfoy" she walked towards him and stood, looking straight into his eyes.

Malfoy, perhaps again after seven months was lost in someone's eyes.

"you wanted to tell me something?" She uttered again and clearing his throat Malfoy said,

"I do" then with a little more confidence he said, "Miss knight as professor mcGonagall said you should be a little punctual because -"

"and didn't she ever tell you to behave well with people" she snapped. Her interruption made Malfoy stop speaking. He didn't understand what just happened, what did she mean, why would she..

"excuse me I didn't quite -"

"ofcourse you didn't get me" she interrupted again, "you are not used to being told that you are wrong."

Malfoy stood still at her. Was she that angry with him?

"you insulted Hermione Granger when you were in school, that too because she was a muggle born."

"I was a child" Malfoy finally said something in his defence.

"and I highly doubt you changed a bit, you still hate muggle borns".

"I don't, I became friends with Harry Potter and his friends."

"because he's a hero and he SAVED YOUR LIFE" she almost yelled making her voice ring in the whole classroom.

"Lizzie stop" her friend came rushing in, "talking to a professor like this might cause Ravenclaw lose points".

"when have I ever care about rules Stella?" Elizabeth snapped at her, then looked at Draco again,

"why are you here teaching us then? Not everyone is pure blood, like I myself is a muggle born."

Malfoy couldn't believe his ears. For one, he still holds a little something about muggles, and two the woman standing infront of him is a muggle born, the same woman who was able make a scratch in his heart after 7 months of misery.

"Miss knight if you please -"

"I disliked you the moment I heard about you"

Her words hit him hard. Though her words betrayed a deeper emotion. Seeing the situation, it probably is ... Hatred.

"Hermione Granger is our Hero, us, muggle borns. And I believe since you're taking the potions class I might will have to skip it".

"no" said Malfoy, almost begging, "no it's.. you shouldn't let my past behaviour stop you from studying."

"I'll talk to professor mcGonagall" she said and walked hastily to the door, "and for my punctuality," she turned to face him one last time, "I'll fix it, don't be too concerned."

Stella stood there with Draco Malfoy. Draco took a deep breath and told her, "you can go".

"professor Malfoy" she called him.

He looked at her, waiting for her to say it.

"sometimes dislike is the only way to protect ourselves".

Malfoy didn't understand what she meant, he didn't even try to. His misery is still there, and now a little more after what just happened.

"I'll make sure she doesn't skip classes" saying so she went. Malfoy walked outside too, slowly, extremely slowly. Only joy he felt that moment was that he was going to be with his son. Finally.

To be continued...

[animealways]

'hidden' jealousy

oc × hermione/ mention: shaming someone for their grades, only interested for shallow reasons, post war (Going back to hogwarts after it was finally done rebuilding is strange but what ircked phoebe in particuliar was all the unwanted attention her 'secret' fiance has recieved ever since)

You think being with a war hero would be great. Everyone respects your partner, by association they respect you, ect.

But it sure isn't for phoebe black. Atleast not when you live in the conservative backward thinking wizarding world. People claim to be open minded yet Phoebe couldn't help but see proof of how everyone isn't.

If that were the case she and hermione wouldn't be able to hide their relationship this well despite not doing anything to hide it.

After all hermione moved in with remaining survivers of the black family as the siblings didn't believe in blood purity like their parents. Hermione help Phoebe raise her youngest sibling asterum aka raising a child together. Ever since they returned to hogwarts they spend practicaly ever moment together and often spend time privately with each. Wich Phoebe occasionally returned from with hickeys.

It should be obvious they're together.

But it isn't.

Because they're both girls.

It wouldn't be such a problem if hermione didn't recieve so many suitors after the war. Of course she rejected every single one of them because.

She's loyal and in love.

2. They only wanted her after she got her war hero titel.

It bothered phoebe greatly that her bloody fiance was getting asked out every month.

Her face becoming cold, glaring and hissing at them to sod off like a angry serpent. Wich was alot more intimidating now she has a massive nasty scar on her left cheek.

A constant reminder of how bravely she fought in the battle of hogwarts while her mental break down at seeing her father and ex servant/childhood friend dobby, the free elf die pushed her to kill attack every deatheater insight like a rabid animal.

Wich she currently was doing. Not attacking people like a rabid animal, she's glaring down Anthony Goldstein with crossed arms making the boy glance at her nervously after he complimented hermione about her academics.

The way he was trying to look tall by standing straight, puff his chest out, be extra friendly towords Hermione didn't sit right with Phoebe.

"So uh hermione."

He turned to the gryffindor again while the slytherin cold gaze never left the ravenclaw boy.

"Could we uhm.." He glanced at phoebe quickly.

"Mind if we talk for abit?"

Hermione glanced at her fiance, standing there like a gargoyle statue. "I actually have to be some where else." Hermione lied thru her teeth.

"I'll make it quick." The boy insisted.

"Hermione has multiple essays to finish, signed up for tutoring the younger years, promised me she'll watch asterum, something she wouldn't break as she's a woman of her word and still is the best of our year while you barely scrapped by a 60% during our last test."

The sudden break down of the boy grades in comparison definitely caught Anthony off guard making him flustered a little.

"I uh we-"

"Now, get your eyes off her and leave. You're clearly not fit to breath the same air as her."

Anthony who was abit dumfounded at the sudden animosity simply left, head lowerd grumbling about how he just had a 'off day'.

Hermione on the other hand suppressed a smile while giving Phoebe a knowing look, batting her eye flashes at her.

Phoebe watched Goldstein leave before looking at hermione narrowing her eyes silently. Hermione in return cocked her head expecting answer.

"What?"

"Why the sudden agression?"

"I simply stated facts."

Hermione held back a snort.

"'Get your eyes off her. You're clearly not fit to breath the same air'?"

"I was telling him what he needed to hear. He kept insisting after you said no. I simply made sure he left you alone as you wanted."

Hermione tinned her lips to suppress a giggle.

"What i wanted?"

"You said you had other places to be. Quite obvious what you wanted and he kept insisting"

Hermione simply shaked her head at Phoebe stubborn, pridefull and jealous behaviour. Always having been the kind to step in when people were bothersome not caring if people saw her as the 'bad guy'.

Hermione over the years had learned that was the slytherin girl way of saying 'i care' non-verbally.

'Everyone can lie. Not everyone can get results. Actions speak louder than words'

Was something Phoebe lived by. She lied to her parents about her beliefs and sexuality. She lied to the public that she's genuinely was a death eater. She lied about being genuine in betrothal to theodore nott.

All because she knew her family would at best disown her.

Lying came as natural as breathing to her after so many years of practice.

Hermione knew doing things, carrying her books, helping her with ideas for 'S.P.E.W', planning for the future, learning about muggle culture, buying her gifts, helping her over come her fear of heights, teaching her how to fly, physically carrying her, was Phoebe way of saying 'i love you'.

And for as stoic, distant, closed off or tempermental her fiance could be. She wasn't going to stop loving her any time ever

Based it off of this short lol

[saiilorstars]

Ch. 34: All Bets on Deck

Fandom: Harry Potter (Hogwarts years 1-7) Pairing: Draco x OFC

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By the end of the first month of summer, Romina was happier than ever. She had continued visiting her grandparents, getting to know them and everyone else and even staying with them for a whole week! The relationship between her "new' family and her aunt and uncle was alright for the time being — she was truly just working on her relationships. She thought she deserved it and that the problems between the adults was something either they would figure out on their own or simply a bridge for her to cross later.

She found herself doing a lot more than she ever had for any summer. When she wasn't with her family, she was taking violin lessons again. Arden had managed to convince their teacher to allow Romina to continue taking classes with her. They even managed to claw their way into one little dance class here and there.

It was hard deciding when she should tell her friends about her new discovery. She was actually surprised that Draco hadn't yet said anything. She knew the moment that the truth was out, she would for sure have Daphne asking her a million questions about it.

The first people she told were Arden and Harry, obviously. They were neighbors and before magic and Hogwarts, it had always been them. So, on one fine hot day they went to their favorite place to hang out (the ice cream parlor) and she told them everything.

"Woah, talk about family secrets..." Arden leaned back in her chair, eyes slightly wide with surprise. Beside her, Harry was silently taking it in as well.

Romina sat across from them at the table, no longer interested in her dessert. She was anxious to hear their reactions. "I was going to tell you, honest," she said when a few minutes had passed by and neither one had said anything. "I just didn't know how to do it."

"It's fine, Rom," Harry said with a light shrug of his shoulders. "I mean, it's nice that you found more family."

"Oh yeah, it is!" Arden agreed with him. "It's just really shocking. Definitely didn't expect Rolf to be your cousin. A couple of us honestly thought he might have a crush on your or something."

Romina rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I've heard. It's ridiculous that a boy can't be nice to a girl solely for friendship, you know."

"It's so cool, though," Arden said quickly, not wanting to get stuck on that topic. It wasn't even her who thought about it in the first place. "Your grandmother's a designer and your grandfather's a magizoologist and they're both war heroes. It's so cool!"

"I honestly don't even care about that stuff. It's just nice to have grandparents," Romina said, her cheeks flushed. It was still so surreal getting to call them 'grandma' and 'grandpa'. "I have aunts and uncles and a cousin. Oh, and we're going to have another cousin soon! It's so nice!"

"If you're happy, we're happy," Harry told her. "And since you're in a way better mood these days, have you thought about Ron's invitation?"

"Ron's invitation?" Arden made a face. "To what?"

"The World Cup," said Harry eagerly. "Ron says it's the biggest event for Quidditch and he's got some extra tickets. You're both invited!"

"Oh, that," Arden remembered it well and shook her head. "Yeah, no thanks. But I'll bet happy feet over there would love to go."

Romina waved her off with a hand. "I'm not the biggest quidditch fan but if Hermione's going then sure. She'll need some girl allies. I'm sure my aunt and uncle will let me. They're kind of teetering right now on how to raise me. It's so funny."

"What?" Harry looked at her oddly. Romina chuckled.

"They're so guilty they're basically letting me do whatever I want right now. If I was evil, I could have so much fun with that. But, alas, I'm keeping my morals."

Arden snorted. "Yeah, and yet you still got them to let you go to Diagon Alley this weekend. They would never let you go on your own."

"Daphne made the invite, I just checked 'yes'. And you're going, right?"

Arden shrugged. "Yeah, it should be good since Pansy won't be coming. Thank God."

Romina agreed there. She didn't feel like dealing with Pansy these days when she was so happy with everything else. "Harry, I'd invite you but, uh..."

Harry was already shaking his head. "And see Malfoy's face? Pass. Plus, I don't even know you're other friends that much. I only like Angel, really, and his sister Carolinha."

Romina rolled her eyes. "Daphne's pretty fine too and you can't really say that Blaise and Theodore have ever done anything to you."

"Which is why I haven't," Harry said sharply. "But I don't want to risk it so I will just see you later for the World Cup. I gotta tell Ron you're coming."

Romina thanked him for that. She had a couple more things to do before the weekend arrived and it started with some letters to her other friends, sharing something important.

~ 0 ~

That weekend, Romina and Arden got ready to see their friends and left to Diagon Alley from Romina's house. Arden almost laughed at the irony between wizarding kids and muggles. Both loved ice cream.

The girls walked into the ice cream parlor and found Daphne, Carolinha, Angel, Draco and even Blaise already there. "Seriously, all you needed was to invite Parkinson," Arden said to Daphne once they had sat at their table.

"Oh no, I wouldn't do that," Daphne said with eyes wide that lingered on Romina."

"You are free to hang out with whoever you want, Daphne," Romina raised her hands in front of her. "Setting the record straight with witnesses around."

Blaise snorted. "Yes, because we are absolutely interested in your tetchy relationship with Parkinson."

Romina turned her head in his direction, eyes narrowing slightly. "I imagine that Daphne didn't force you to come."

"I presume you weren't forced to come either," he retorted.

"Don't argue with her," Angel sighed.

"Paes to the rescue," Draco smirked. If Romina had been sitting next to him, she would've jabbed her elbow on his side. Angel was flustered and remained quiet from then on.

"Settle down boys," Romina said, placing her hands on the table. "Absolutely no one is going to ruin the incredible mood that I have been in."

"Oh, and she has been on it for a straight month," Arden told the group. "So don't touch anything."

"Well, we heard why," Angel said, shooting Romina a small smile. "You've been visiting your new family."

"They're not new, Angel, they've always been there. I just didn't know it." Romina shrugged her shoulders. "But they're great!"

"I would say—your grandmother's the head of bloody Gejel!" Daphne exclaimed. Romina had been waiting for Daphne to go down that road. "I only wear her robes. You know."

"Everybody knows," Draco rolled his eyes with heavy annoyance. This was not his type of conversation and he wouldn't stick around for it. He and Blaise decided to get a headstart and order some ice cream.

"He doesn't change," Arden muttered as the pair walked away from the table. "I see Theodore didn't make it today? Maybe it was for the best."

"He's off with his father in Greece," Angel said.

"Well he's going to miss out on some good ice cream," Romina said giddily.

"I'm a little scared of this happy face, not going to lie," Carolinha remarked, though her lips quirked into what would soon become a crooked smile. "But I'm also liking this Romina a hell of a lot more than the grumpy one."

"Carol," her brother elbowed her.

Romina once again laughed. "Don't worry about it, Angel. I'm totally good! In fact, I'm thinking triple scoop ice cream for me today!" She grabbed Arden in a big hug all of a sudden, ignoring (or most likely just not hearing) Arden's small 'oh!' as she let go. "I'm going to go annoy those two over there while I'm ordering!" Romina decided as she got up from her chair.

Daphne, Carolinha, Angel and Arden watched in awe as Romina practically skipped towards Draco and Blaise at the counter.

"I love her but she's freaking me out," Carolinha said.

"Try living next door to her," Arden said, "She's got the entire block freaked out."

"She's happy, that's all," Angel smiled. Romina had just poked Blaise in the back, something the latter wasn't quite happy with.

"Still, she might go poking the wrong bear," Daphne said because Romina was giggling after prodding Blaise on the side.

"Yeah, Blaise is quiet but he has a temper…" Carolinha said.

"I swear to God…" Blaise had to physically stop, take a step away from the glass counter, and take a deep breath because of Romina.

"She'll be fine," Arden waved it off as Romina left Blaise to pick on Draco next. "She's—oh, nope, now she's dead." For some reason, Romina had decided to slip her arms around Draco from behind. "The Oswells are no more." The girls all snickered at the joke but Angel was more quiet.

"Oswell, what the hell are you doing?" Draco had moved his arms up and would've tried shifting out of Romina's grip had that not included making him look like an outright idiot. "Get off me!"

"Not a hugger?" Romina laughed. She rested her chin just below his shoulder. "Did you get taller?"

Draco growled. "Get off me!" Blaise laughed beside them, an incorrigible mistake. "Make one comment, Zabini, I dare you!"

Blaise had the good sense not to but that didn't mean he stopped laughing. "Better you than me," he said in the end.

"Oh, I got one for you too, Blaise," Romina said with a big, teasing smile.

"Good—go get him then!" Draco exclaimed. "I think I preferred when you were all mopey and moody. Least that one didn't go touching people! OSWELL!"

Romina decided he had enough and pulled her arms away from him. She came to stand beside him and grinned at him. He looked away from her. Wasn't she tired of smiling already?

"You want to buy me some ice cream?" she asked and he immediately snapped 'No!'. This, however, still didn't take away her grin. "Please?" She cocked her head to the side, eyes blinking ever so innocently at him.

Draco released a breath. "Fine." He lied. He still preferred her this way over the moody and mopey version. Plus, maybe her rosey scent wasn't all that bad. He cleared his throat, straightening himself up and fixing the wrinkles that Romina had left on his clothes. If he focused—which he wasn't—he could smell a faint trace of the roses on him. "What are you going to want?" he asked Romina.

"I'm thinking chocolate, peanut butter and chocolate chip!"

"Are you sure that's the amount of sugar you want to take in?" This actually worried him because she practically had her face pressed against the display freezer without the heavy amount of sugar she was preparing to eat.

"Absolutely!"

Draco rolled his eyes. He wasn't going to waste his breath so he just made the orders. "So," he started as they waited, "You've decided to let others know that you've added some impressive surnames to your name."

Romina snorted. That sounded a little more like her. She threw him a look. "I mean they were going to find out anyways. It's not that big of a deal."

Draco wanted to remind her of how "big of a deal" it had been the last time they spoke about the matter, but she seemed so calm right now he didn't want to ruin it. "Well, Greengrass over there hasn't stopped babbling about your grandmother. Everybody knows the Gejels are an elite French pureblood family and the Scamanders have worked in the higher levels of the Ministry. Not to mention they are literal war heroes."

"You seem to know that off the top of your head. I had to read that to find out and then I heard some of it from the sources themselves."

Draco shook his head at her. "Leave it to you, Oswell, to not know the value of your family's legacies."

"Hey—you're the one who told me to forget about my family's legacies!"

"That was about your parents. There's no fixing the Oswell name."

Romina gasped with offence. "Well, thank you for your faith in me."

"You know what I mean!"

"You're essentially saying that I'm never going to shake off the reputation my parents left me which is a huge contradiction of what you've told me in the past."

"Why are you so stuck on what I said 'in the past'?"

"Because it was actually nice and meaningful," Romina folded her arms. "You don't have a lot of those moments."

Draco deadpanned her. "Seriously?"

Romina was very much serious with him. "Yes. So take it back or I will be hugging you again."

Draco took one step away from her, pointing a finger at her immediately. "Do that and you'll regret it."

"Good to know what I can threaten you with—never mind hexes," Romina laughed, putting her hands together. "This is even easier!"

"Go hug Angel or something." Draco fixed his collars and turned towards the display. "God knows he's probably asking himself why he didn't get one."

"Would you drop that?" Romina hissed, scooting herself closer to him so that nobody would hear. "It's not funny anymore."

"It is from where I'm standing. When are you going to let him down already?"

Romina did not hesitate to jab her elbow to his side. "Shush!"

"You can hurt me all you want but you'll eventually have to do it."

"Don't ruin my mood!"

"Oh no, I wouldn't want to do that." Draco smirked. He could see from the corner of his eye that she was glowering. He focused entirely on the ice cream coming their way. He figured it would annoy her more.

In a short minute, they were walking back to their table with their ice cream.

"Woah, Rom, that's a lot of sugar," Arden said, eyes wide at the ice cream in front of Romina.

"I know! Isn't it heavenly?" Romina beamed and happily dug in. "You guys should probably order now."

"Oh, yeah, huh?" Arden got up and left the table for a minute and returned with several spoons for those who hadn't ordered.

Romina gasped and 'awd' when they started eating out of her ice cream. "That's mine!"

"Technically, it's mine," Draco said.

"Shut up!" She snapped and proceeded to shoo the intruding spoons from her dessert. She would end up giving up once they, primarily Daphne, began asking about her family.

Romina had no problem sharing everything she'd done so far with her family. She told them about the various designs she'd helped her grandmother, and aunt for that matter, with. She was excited to talk about the more in depth lessons she was learning with her grandfather about his numerous creatures.

"I'll be getting the highest grades in our Care of Magical Creatures class from now on," she said smugly as she dipped her spoon into what remained of her chocolate ice cream. "Well, maybe right after Rolf. He's a genius with that stuff."

"Are you willing to help us out then?" Arden chuckled. "Because some of the things that Hagrid chooses are kinda scary."

"That's because he's not actually a professor, King," scoffed Draco.

"Uh, a whole year says otherwise," she countered. "And the only reason you don't like it is because of what happened when you messed with the Hippogriff." At the reminder of the unfortunate incident, the group laughed.

Draco grumbled under his breath about his poor choices in deciding to even meet with them in the place.

Later on when they were done with their ice creams, they took to walking around Diagon Alley if only to kill some time. Everyone agreed being stuck at home wasn't exactly the life of the party. There were no significant events coming up in their respective homes.

"There is the World Cup this year," Angel remarked. "Anyone going?"

"Not my thing," Daphne crinkled her nose. "You can tell me all about it later on...or not…"

"I'm probably not either," Blaise admitted. "My mother already made plans to celebrate her newest engagement, so..."

"Congratulations?" Carolinha offered him a small smile.

"Eh…" Blaise waved her off. It wasn't a means of celebration after the eighth time.

"We're thinking about it," Angel said, "It's the first time it'll be held here in over 300 years. What about you two?" He asked Romina and Draco.

"Harry was talking about that and he says Ron's dad has some extra tickets so I might pop in. I'm not all about it either, like Daphne, but I do like the commotion of it."

Draco scoffed. "Don't hold your breath, Oswell. It'd be a miracle if Weasley's dad got tickets and even then, I wouldn't expect anything near the grounds."

Romina rolled her eyes. "Like I said, I'm mainly in it for the buzz of things. I don't recall hearing anything about you getting tickets, though. Not going at all?"

"My father's mentioned the possibility of an important invitation," he remarked much too smugly.

Romina wasn't at all surprised that he droned on about the supposed invitation. She purposely slowed her pace in hopes of giving her ears some rest. In her attempts to distract herself, she noticed the dark entry into another part of the alley. She recognized it straightaway.

Knockturn Alley.

She stared ahead to see if anyone liked around. Yeah, as if they would freely walk about. It didn't have the best of reputations, after all. Kind of like you.

She straightened up. The fact there were more dark objects in that part of the alley shouldn't necessarily mean that it's the "bad" part of town. She was sure that thought wouldn't be received well if anybody heard it, but she thought it was a fair statement. Nothing was bad unless you used it for bad reasons.

"Romina? What are you doing over there?" Angel's sharp call startled Romina out of her thoughts.

She hadn't realized that she'd stopped walking altogether. She was right in the face of Knockturn Alley.

"Romina, you shouldn't be close to there!" Angel was quick to lead the group back to their friend.

"I was just looking," Romina said weakly.

"What for?" Angel frowned. "You don't have any business being close to that area."

"Why not?" Her question stumped Angel.

His eyes widened. "What? What do you mean? That's Knock—"

"I know what it is," Romina gently cut him off. "But why shouldn't we know what's there?"

Angel sputtered out of shock. He looked at the others for some help. Most of them seemed as surprised as he was.

Romina playfully rolled her eyes at them. "You guys aren't understanding me. I'm not saying that we should all suddenly do dark magic with dark objects. Wouldn't it be better if we were aware of what some things were so we know how to best fight against it. How to be careful with them?"

"Isn't that what DADA class is for?" Daphne said, taking one noticeably big step back.

"Yeah, but we know they're never going to teach us about everything that's out there. Maybe we should see what is out there."

"No!" Angel was quick to say. "That's dangerous!"

"Plus, you wouldn't last in that area," Draco remarked. He met Romina's frowning face with a smirk. "What?"

"I would too last there," she said.

"No you wouldn't. It's not for the faint of heart."

"What? Like you?" Romina laughed. "Don't make me laugh. But you know what? Since we're here, why don't you put your money where your mouth is?" If she wasn't so irked with him, his reaction would've made her actually laugh.

"What?" He brought a hand near his mouth. "Wh-why would I ever do that?"

Arden snorted. "It's a muggle saying, dumbass." Draco shot her a glare. "She's calling you out, basically."

"Oh I am," Romina agreed. "How's about a wager?"

Draco's interest was piqued. "Depends," he said in his most casual tone, "What do you want?" Romina's lips lifted into a wide smirk. It was admittedly hard to stay away from whatever deal she was about to offer. "What do you want, Oswell?"

"Hmm," Romina put her hands together, fingers tapping against each other, "Well, you seem to think that I won't be able to handle taking a little trip down Knockturn Alley—"

"Oh," Draco scoffed, "I don't 'think' it, I know you can't."

Romina wanted to smack the smirk off his face. "I can," she insisted. "In fact, I bet that I can last there, say...half an hour?"

"One hour," Draco corrected, "And I'm not saying more just because I actually kinda like you."

"Ooh," Romina put a hand over her chest. "Don't I feel special? I'll take your hour and when I come back, you're going to owe me."

"Rom, maybe we should take it a step back," Arden said, biting on her bottom lip.

Romina looked past Draco to see the equally troubled faces of the group, all except Blaise who seemed more amused than anything else.

"Yeah, that's not a place you want to get caught in by yourself," Carolinha said. Daphne could only squeak in agreement. She was scared most of all.

"Draco, don't make her do that." Angel was practically glaring at the blonde.

Draco, however, snorted. "I'm not making her do anything. She's just stubborn."

"And she is right here, ready to smack you if you act like I'm not here!" Romina huffed. "Are you going to accept or not?"

"Depends, what do I get if you don't make it the entire hour?"

"What do you want?"

Draco thought for a moment, making a show out of it all while ignoring the heavy glare that Angel was sending him. "Well, I could always use a favor," Draco ultimately decided on. "Yeah," he smiled to himself like he'd just done something amazing. "I want one moment in which you have to do something I want or need, no questions asked."

Romina evaluated the idea with a tapping finger against her chin. "Okay, but—" she pointed that same finger at him, "it cannot involve hurting anyone physically nor something that'll get me or someone else into trouble. Got it?"

Draco nodded. "Done. Oh, and there is no expiration date on this. I'm going to hold out on it until I see fit."

"Fine, whatever, but when I win…" Romina's eyes flickered to Arden for some reason, the brunette wearily sighing in return, "You have to spend the same hour in the muggle world."

A round of gasps erupted from their friends.

Draco's face fell in horror. "Absolutely not!"

Blaise finally made a noise and it was just to laugh. "Now it's interesting," he said to the others.

"This is beyond daft," Angel groaned. "Malfoy, just tell her no and we can move on."

"Yeah, tell me no," Romina taunted Draco in front of her.

And admit defeat? Draco literally felt his insides burn at the idea. Romina was challenging him and with a stupid pretty—not pretty, very not pretty—smirk. "You're on, Oswell. Don't worry, I'll come get you when we hear your inevitable screams."

Romina snorted and stepped back from him. "You wish!"

"Romina, this is a really bad idea!" Angel shouted, if only to claim some of the attention before disaster struck.

"It'll be fine, Angel," Romina said, already turning for the small steps leading into the darker alley.

"Sage and Lyonel won't like this," Arden warned her. "Now matter how guilty they are for keeping your family a secret, if they find out about this, they will kill you."

"So we don't tell them!" Romina hopped down the three steps. "I'll be back before you know it!" She spun around, eyes meeting Draco's. He was full of mirth even if he didn't want to admit it. "Better clear your calendar cos you're coming to my neighborhood soon."

"Keep dreaming, Oswell. I'll keep an ear out for your screams," he promptly retorted.

Romina turned away and strode for the infamous alley. There was no way in hell she was going to give him the satisfaction. Arden was right, though, if either of her aunt or uncle found out she was in Knockturn Alley, she was dead.

"I can't believe you just made her do that!" Angel practically exploded after Romina was out of hearing shot. He turned to Draco, absolutely livid with him. "Do you have any idea what's in there?" Angel scoffed and answered before Draco even had the chance. "Of course you do! You're—"

"Watch your tongue, Paes," Draco finally snapped and turned to meet Angel's glare, "I did not make her do anything. Did you see me push her? Walk her down the steps myself? No!"

"I mean, to his credit, this is by far the least amount of effort he's put into anything," Arden remarked and just as Draco was about to gesture at her in gratitude for making the point, he did a double-take at her. He was surprised they'd just agreed on something. Arden shrugged in return.

Angel was not on the same page. "Arden!"

"I'm sorry," Arden said, "But I've known Romina far longer than all of you. She was going in there no matter what. She's very competitive."

"Still, it's dangerous!" Angel exclaimed.

"She'll be fine," Draco waved him off. "She has one trick that, if she's smart enough, she'll use."

"What's the trick?" demanded Angel.

Draco smirked. "Guess you're not smart enough."

Carolinha genuinely thought she would have to go pull her brother away before he lunged on Draco. She really hoped Romina would come out soon.

~ 0 ~

It was shady, that Romina would immediately admit. It was a stark difference from Diagon Alley. She walked with her shoulders straightened, her head held high, like she knew exactly what she was doing. But of course, a fourteen year old girl walking by herself in one of the shadiest parts of the wizarding world was bound to draw some attention.

Ten minutes in and she had already been stopped by a couple wizards asking her what she was up to. Apparently, fourteen year old girls also entered this part of town with the intentions of pulling tricks. If only they knew.

Romina stopped by the only store that she recognized. Borgin and Burkes. Her eyes raked over the display windows. She lost count on the dark objects that were sprawled on not-so-clean pedestals. With no idea why, she pulled the door open and walked inside. The shop was dimly lit and absolutely cluttered. She abruptly stopped when she caught sight of human bones lying under a display. Her eyebrows knitted together. How horrible.

"What are you doing here?" A man's voice made her jump in place. She spun around to come face to face with an older man she would definitely not like to meet anywhere. His eyes bore down on her, demanding to hear her explanations.

Romina swallowed hard. "Umm...just...looking?" Well, that was a terrible excuse.

"Get out!" The man barked.

"No!" Romina snapped. You have got to get ahold of your temper! One day it was sure to get her in trouble...and that might be today.

The man was furious with her. "Now who the hell do you think you are?"

Romina's eyes raked over the shop and all its countless objects. She couldn't imagine any wizards with good intentions coming in here. Wizards without good intentions. Her eyes widened. The idea was set and now she would execute it.

"My name—" she started, loud and clear for a fourteen year old, "—is Romina Oswell, daughter of Elora and Caplan Oswell." She started to relax when the man leaned away from her. Her trick was working. "And who do you think you are talking to me like that?"

"I-I'm...you're an Oswell?" He took a full step back, his hands coming to press down the wrinkles in his robes.

Romina gave an affirmative nod. "Do you know my parents?"

"W-well, of course! Of course I do!" The man turned away from her, missing the big breath of relief that Romina took as soon as he turned. "Your parents were in here all the time."

Of course they were. Romina shook her head. She hated mentioning her parents to anybody but it was about damn time they did something for her that was useful.

"I'm Mr. Borgin," the man introduced himself, though he didn't look back at the girl. He started walking for the counter instead. "What can I do for you, Miss Oswell?"

"I…" That was the question, wasn't it? What did she even want? To waste time. Romina looked around the store again. "Like I said, I was just...perusing around."

Mr. Borgin gave a gruff nod. "Anything in particular catch your eye?"

"Not...yet…" Romina said slowly, She noticed spikey instruments were hanging from the ceiling. Nice, their own version of a chandeliers.

"I must say, it is strange to see an Oswell here all alone, especially you." Mr. Borgin eyed Romina carefully. "I have never seen you here."

"Wasn't old enough to understand," Romina said with a careless shrug of her shoulders. She didn't know whether it was good or bad that Borgin was smiling at her.

"Ah, and now that you do, does anything catch your eye? I'm sure we can put your money to good use."

Romina had the inkling suspicion that the man was aware of the Oswell vault in Gringotts.

"Your family typically indulges in poisons and potions," Mr. Borgin remarked.

"Indulges?" Romina lifted an eyebrow at him. "Present tense. Has...has anyone else from my family been here recently?"

Mr. Borgin's lips pulled into a wide smile, possibly menacingly. "You're living with the only Oswell who didn't join You Know Who, right?" Romina nodded silently. "You wouldn't know, then. I don't know either, of course."

Romina suspected that was not quite true. Her eyes narrowed. "You better not mention that I was in here," she warned. "I did inherit my father's temper and I have a reputation for my inability to control it."

Mr. Borgin laughed. "I have no interest in spiting the youngest Oswell. My only business is to sell, after all. If you have inherited your parents—your family's—gift for the Dark Arts, you know where to find us."

Romina swallowed hard, drawing a step back as if Borgin would come after her. "Yeah, I'll let you know if I find a use for those human bones over there." She turned away fast, though perhaps not fast enough in her opinion, and hurried out.

~ 0 ~

It had been an hour and a half since Romina had disappeared in Knockturn Alley. The concern and tension were palpable in the air amongst the group who had been doing nothing but waiting. Angel was pacing back and forth, mumbling things about how they had made the biggest mistake of their lives.

"Maybe we should tell someone," Daphne whispered to Arden. The two girls were sitting together on the ground.

"Are you mad?" Arden hissed in the same hushed tone. "We'll be in so much trouble. Romina's aunt and uncle will kill her."

"But it's been more than an hour," Daphne said, not that either of them needed the reminder. "At this point, wouldn't it be better if she just got in trouble with her family instead of getting in trouble in that alley?"

Arden started biting on her bottom lip. That would be the more reasonable option between the two. She glanced at the others. Carolinha was following Angel in his pacing, trying to calm him down and no doubt stop him from telling any of the adults. Angel had already made the threat several times since the time passed. Draco and Blaise were leaning against a wall, mumbling things to each other. Neither of them seemed all that concerned. Arden wondered if it was an unusual amount of faith they had in Romina or if it was their typical carelessness.

"Okay, that's it!" Angel exclaimed, stopping abruptly. Carolinha crashed into his back. "We need to do something! It's been a whole hour!"

"She probably got lost; should've given her a map or something," Draco remarked, earning a full glare from Angel in return.

"This isn't funny!" Angel snapped. "It's your fault!"

"I thought we had already discussed this. On the matter of things being my fault, this one's pretty low. Romina does whatever the hell she wants—did you even see her hair last year?"

"You know what, Malfoy? I am sick of you!" Angel started for him, leaving Carolinha to scramble and try to pull him back.

"There's a surprise," Draco rolled his eyes, infuriatingly calm. "It's not like you've been sending me death glares for the past hour."

"Angel, c'mon!" Carolinha held onto her brother's arm tightly. "It's not his fault. Nobody forced Romina to go in there!"

"You should listen to your sister," Draco told the frantic twin brother.

"Not an invitation for you to keep talking!" Carolinha snapped. She looked at Blaise for some help but he was beyond attempting to hold either side back.

"What is going on?" Everybody froze in their tracks at the sound of Romina's voice. She was both horrified and confused at the sight of the near standoff between Draco and Angel.

"Oh thank God!" Daphne zoomed past them all to attack Romina in a big hug. "You're alright!"

"Well of course I am!" Romina laughed and patted Daphne's back. "What'd you think was going to happen to me?"

"Bad things!" Angel exclaimed, pushing Carolinha off him and hurrying up to Romina. Daphne had just managed to let go when Angel took his turn and hugged Romina. "You're never going back in there again, do you understand? You were gone for more than an hour!"

"Oh yeah," Romina said, shrugging carelessly. "I kinda lost track of time."

"What were you doing?" Arden curiously asked.

"Well, I went into Borgin and Burks—fair notice, giving them the Oswell name is like a free pass into anything in that part of town."

"So, you figured out the trick," Draco walked over, never minding the glare Angel still had on him.

Romina, however, was smirking proudly. "I'm not an idiot. It was the first thing that came out of my mouth. For once, Elora and Caplan actually helped."

"Why were you there for so long?"

"There's a lot of things to see…" Romina waved the matter off in favor of a much better matter, "And so, it seems like I win, and you know what that means?" For a moment, Draco had forgotten the deal. The horror that crossed his face was much too funny not to laugh at. Romina clapped her hands together. "This is going to be amazing!"

"I'm not—I can't, Oswell!" He said, almost frantically. "My parents would never let me go near your...your neighborhood!"

"Please, I'm sure that brain of yours—" she managed to tap his forehead before he smacked her finger away, "—will come up with a decent lie."

"I'm not doing it," Draco declared.

"I think you have to," Blaise said, snickering on the side.

"Shut it, Zabini!"

"Nice doing business with you," Romina said with her own giggle.

"You shut it too, Oswell!"

[hetaliaheadcannonsthatineed]

Happy Birthday America!! (And late birthday to Canada I didn't have wifi bcuz of a religious trip w/ my family and phones and stuff not allowed- I was bored af and saw that god for like 2 seconds smh what a scam, anyway that was on July 2nd-3rd so I couldn't post anything 4 Canada Day)

I've been reading pottertalia fanfic especially the one's with America and Canada attending together to learn magic after England forces America to and makes Canada go along as the responsible one.

I imagine when the golden trio find out they have different last names and nationalities and it'd go something like this (btw in my version Harry, Ron and Hermione are 2nd years when Canada and America join as 1st years)

Also I just binge read the 2nd book like while I was posting this, so apologies for any mistakes I may own all the physical Harry Potter books thanks to my elder sister's old obsession doesn't mean I've read any of them 😭.

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After the chaotic events from last year Harry and Ron end up in more chaos after crashing into a whomping willow, almost getting expelled and somehow managing to still make it. Thankfully McGonagall was somewhat merciful, only god knows what would've happen if Snape were in charge of their punishment.

They finally made it to their dorms after all that, almost getting lost along the way. Still made it though so it's a win in a way.

Looking at the portrait, the fat lady asked "password?"

Less of a win, neither of them knew the password, having not met a gryfindor prefect after being freed from the clutches of McGonagall.

"Er-" said Harry.

Hermione to the rescue, she ran up to them and practically shouted (at least to Ron it felt like it) "There you are! Where have you been? The most ridiculous rumors — someone said you’d been expelled for crashing a flying car —"

"Well we haven't been expelled," Harry assured her

"You're not telling me you did fly here?" said Hermione sounding almost as severe as McGonagall

"Skip the lecture and tell us the new password." Ron said, impatient as he is.

"It's 'wattlebird'," said Hermione impatiently, "but that's besides the point-"

The portrait swung open revealing the gryfindor common rooms, which revealed a bunch of cheering gryffindors who commended Ron and Harry for their insanity.

Two young boys who looked two be twins walked up to the two boys, one of which dragging the other along (he clearly didn't want to be dragged by his brother.)

"DUDE!!! THAT WAS UNBELIEVABLE, CRAZY ADVENTURE YOU SHOULD TAKE ME THE HERO WITH YA TO THE ADVENTURES!!!!!" the more confident boy had told the two, loud and american? Confusing both Ron and Harry as everyone at the school comes from different parts of the UK.

"Uh sorry who are you?" Ron asked the obvious first years.

"Sorry about my brother eh, I'm Matthew Williams and that's my brother Alfred," said Matthew much quieter than his boisterous twin.

"So Matthew and Alfred Williams the American twins I assume?" Harry asked, unsure of why they were there.

"NO WAY DUDE I'M THE EPIC ALFRED FREEDOM JONES!!" Alfred spoke loudly.

"I'm Canadian…eh." Matthew stated, clearly upset of being mistaken as American.

"Oh sorry, I didn't know you guys were Canadian, different last names are weird, are you guys not twins?" Harry asked, hoping he didn't offend some foreigner wizards.

"NO WAY DUDE I'M AMERICAN, TOTES YO!!" the now known American shouted.

"You're not related at all are you? Then how are you so identical?" Ron asked, forgetting Matthews introduction of them being brothers.

"Huh? No way bro, me and Mattie are twins, almost identical and everything if it weren't for Matties eye color!!" Alfred stated, finally cooling down and speaking at a normal talking level.

Hermione then spoke up, "But you have different nationalities and last names? I'm confused."

"That's a bit harder to explain eh," Matthew looked a bit worried when he said that, not that anyone noticed.

"Ever heard of The Parent Trap?" Alfred said over his brother.

"I've seen it once, the Dursleys watched it. Thinking about it, that would explain that; I didn't think stuff like that actually happened in real life." Harry recalled.

"I'm lost, what's The Parent Trap?" Ron asked, feeling a little left out of the conversation.

Hermione filled in the blanks with the explanation of it being a plot of two twins meeting at a summer camp, finding out about their divorced parents and trying to get them back together.

"It's also a book if you want to read it." Hermione suggested.

"Ugh will you ever stop it with the constant need to read books?" Ron groaned.

"Nope!"

"Bollocks, that's a crazy story you two have got, did your parents ever get back together?" Harry asked the twins.

"Uh kinda not really?" Alfred scratched his head in thought.

"It's kind of a split custody eh, we live with our British parent here right now because of school." Matthew explained.

The golden trio nodded, seeming to understand.

--

After they left Canada and America let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank god the story made somewhat sense, but The Parent Trap really?" Canada glared at his brother.

America shrugged, "I mean if you think about it, that's pretty close to what actually happened."

"I guess so." Canada agreed.

A white polar bear cub walks up to Canada, "I'm hungry give me food."

Canada picked up Kumakiri, "alright Kumajerkey, I've got some maple syrup in my suitcase."

"Who are you?" Kumaruru asked.

"I'm Matthew, your owner." he sighed, already tired.

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That's it! Happy independence day to all the Americans and late Canada Day to the Canadians!! Sorry about all of the grammar mistakes, ❤!

I haven't written fanfiction in a long while, I kind of dove straight into this one so I'm sorry if some of it doesn't make any sense.

Lmao I think it's funny for America to explain the situation in terms of The Parent Trap

I do not own Hetalia or Harry Potter

Hetalia is created by Hidekaz Himaruya

Harry Potter is created by J. K Rowling