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Cold

Hermione was shaking violently as Ron watched her cast yet another warming charm over her body. He knew she was wearing about three sweaters and two pairs of pants. It was cold out here, but not that cold.

She sneezed loudly and immediately stomped her foot, almost like she was highly inconvenienced by getting sick.

Ron smirked to himself. That’s exactly what she was thinking. Typical Hermione.

She was still furious with him about leaving, but had finally started speaking to him again two days ago. Even if only in short, one word sentences. He thought he would try to thaw her cold shoulder towards him a little more.

“That doesn’t seem to be working,” he quipped as he walked closer to her.

She looked up at him noticing him for the first time in a while.

“Wh-what do you kn-know about it?” She sneered as her teeth chattered.

“I know a warming spell won’t work on a cold,” Ron told her calmly as he leaned against the kitchen counter.

He saw her blink rapidly, and knew this was new information to her. Sometimes growing up in the wizarding world had its advantages.

“You have a fever,” he told her.

“I know that!” She snapped at him.

“Then why would you want to make your body warmer?” He reasoned with her.

Hermione stared at him, her nose red and irritated from sneezing. He could see the wheels turning behind those warm brown eyes as she rocked back and forth, trying in vain to dispel the chills racking her body.

“I- You’re right,” she reluctantly admitted. “Why didn’t I th-think of that? I’m so stupid. I j-just f-feel so c-cold. That’s all I can think about.”

“You’re not stupid, Hermione,” he told her as he pushed off the counter and stood in front of her. “You’re just sick. Take that jumper off.”

Her eyes became large at his closeness and she took a step back.

“Wh-what?” She looked like she couldn’t believe what he had just said. He noticed the blush creeping up her cheeks from her neck.

He had to play this calm if this was going to work. He rolled his eyes at her.

“I know you have two more under that one. C’mon get rid of it.”

She looked alarmed. “Well what am I supposed to do? I can’t brew anything for a cold! I don’t have the ingredients and I’m freezing. My teeth feel like they’re going to shake out of my head!”

“I’m trying to help you, ‘Mione. Would you just trust me?” He soothed.

“No!” She stomped her foot stubbornly. “And don’t call me that! I’ll figure it out on my own! I don’t need you!” She yelled over her shoulder as she ran to her beaded bag looking desperately for something to help.

Ron sighed and jumped back onto his bunk.

“Have it your way then. If you change your mind, I’m right here.”

Hermione gave a loud huff in response to his offer and continued calling various objects out of her bag for examination.

Ron heard a soft sobbing and sat bolt upright in his bed. He must have dozed off. His eyes landed on Hermione. She was sitting on the floor now wearing one of his jumpers as well, weeping quietly into her hands. Random objects were sprawled out around her in a large mess.

He looked towards the tent flap. It would be time for Harry to come in soon. Ron had had enough of this.

He jumped off his bunk and swung his wand in the air as he walked towards her. The objects started flying back into her beaded bag, and she looked up just in time to see him scoop her off the ground.

“Ron! What are you-

“Enough of this, Hermione!” He sat her on his bunk and now they were almost eye-level. “I know you’re angry with me, but I won’t have you hurt yourself over your ego. Sometimes you need help, Hermione, whether you like it or not!”

“You don’t tell me what- She started, but Ron cut her off by raising his wand and pointing it at her chest.

She looked down to see not one, but two, three, all four of her jumpers disappear, leaving her in only her camisole.

Her arms flew across her chest, even though nothing was technically exposed.

“How dare you-

“Shutup,” Ron cut her off. He pushed her back on the bed by her shoulders, and she was so weak she didn’t even put up a fight.

“What are you-

“Would you shut up for minute?”

Ron grabbed his blanket and covered her with it, tucking it in tightly and casting a warming charm on it.

“When you have a fever you have to cast the warning charm on a blanket, not yourself,” he explained to her as her features went from realization to relaxed. Hermione took a deep sigh of relief, keeping her eyes trained on Ron.

“But you still need to break that fever. We can’t do that right now, so we’ll just have lower your body temp,” he continued, conjuring a cold cloth and placing it on her forehead. He conjured two more and instructed her to place them on her neck and stomach. This time she didn’t question him. She did as he told her.

He watched as her body finally stopped shaking. Those big brown eyes were watching him with gratitude and- was that admiration? His stomach did a flip.

“I know it doesn’t make sense to be covered in a warming blanket and cold cloths at the same time, but trust me it works. This is how my mum treats a fever while her fever potion is brewing.”

To his surprise, Hermione smiled at him. “Remind me to thank your mum. And-and you. Thank you, Ron.”

She squeezed his hand.

“Hermione, what’s wrong?” Harry sounded concerned walking into the tent.

“I have a cold.”

“And a fever,” Ron added.

“And a fever,” she confirmed.

“What can I do to help?”

“Nothi-

“She needs to rest and then eat. Make sure she gets some food in her, yeah? I’m taking next shift.”

“No!” Hermione tried to yell. Ron had already headed towards the door, but turned around at her shout.

“It’s my turn. It’s not fair to you-

Ron walked back, and to her shock leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.

“I’m taking next shift,” he repeated more firmly. “Rest. Eat. I’m right outside if you need me.”

Hermione was staring at him slack-jawed. All she could do was nod.

Ron didn’t dare look at Harry as he walked out the tent flap.

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every day I wish tumblr had a functioning search feature. cause when I type "golden trio" half my results are about mattheo riddle and I don't even know who that is.

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romione es y será siempre el mejor ship de Harry Potter.

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THIS IS A RON WEASLEY APPRECIATION POST

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Lavender: I want to give won won something that would remind him of me.

Parvati: you already gave him that necklace.

Lavender: yes. But I feel like he didn't like it much.

Parvati: okay. Just try to know which smell he associates with you. Then you can give him something that smells like you.

Lavender: that's brilliant Parvati. Today I am gonna wear Amortentia as my perfume. He will tell me himself what smell he likes.

Parvati: alright.

Lavender: hey won won!

Ron: I have to do homework, Lavender. I don't have time now.

Lavender: do homework later. We can make out-

Ron: no. I need to finish my homework. See you later.

Ron: and why on earth are you wearing Hermione's perfume?

Lavender:.....

Parvati:....

Parvati: oh!

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First or all, I want to say how much I love your blog/love for romione ! But I also want to rant about dramione because as a woc, this ship really bothers me on a personal level. People say it's only fiction but I think what bothers alot of people is the whole "excuse rascism/misunderstood boy" trope. It's dangerous and appauling. What I love about romione is Ron is pure blood and Hermione is muggleborn but he is never rascist towards her or thinks he is better than her. I just think this is such a healthy friendship/romance that is sadly underrated 💖

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Babe

Second Submission for Era 3 of @cruelsummer-ficfest

Ship: Romione

Song: Babe (Red)

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How to make a break-up song about cheating into a fic that's not even remotely about that? Challenge accepted.

Big mistake, you broke the sweetest promise that you never should have made.

He couldn’t protect her. Couldn’t protect her. 

He promised. And yet there she was, lifeless in his arms as he ran across the sand toward the cottage, desperate to help her. Desperate to save her. 

She can’t be dead. Please don’t let her be dead. Please.

Ron watches in the doorway of the small guest bedroom as Fleur performs diagnostic spells over Hermione’s body. Tremors cause her limp form to shake uncontrollably every now and then. It’s the only sign that she’s alive. 

Fleur gives nothing away as she continues to work. Bill’s eyes only knit with growing concern. At one point, Ron is vaguely aware of Fleur leaning over and whispering something to Bill. But he doesn’t take his eyes off Hermione. Not for one second. Because he’s afraid that if he does, the small yet rhythmic rise and fall of her chest will cease, and then he’ll never be able to forgive himself.

Then, Bill is by his side, gesturing to the hall behind him. 

No. He can’t leave her. He won’t leave her. He begs his older brother to let him stay. Yet, somehow, he’s being ushered down the stairs to wait. 

I’m here on the kitchen floor, you call but I won’t hear it.

“Ron. Ron!” Bill calls to him as he cradles his head in his hands, rocking back and forth, unable to get the sound of her screams out of his mind.

This is why he needs to be with her. Only the sight of her will calm the chaos in his head; only her touch can prevent him from reliving the scene over and over and over again.

“Ron,” Bill says again, now crouching down in front of him. 

The third time his name sounds, he snaps to attention. “What’s wrong? Is Hermione okay? Bill, tell me she’s okay. I can’t lose her. I can’t—”

Bill’s hands on his shoulders stop him. “I’m not going to lie to you and tell you she’s fine, but she’s alive. Fleur thinks you got her here just in time. She’s done everything she can to combat the pain and the internal injuries, but we won’t know if her mind is still intact until she wakes up.”

“Fuck.” Ron presses the heel of his palms against his eyes, forcing the unshed tears to stay put.

He knows what the Cruciatus is capable of. He remembers seeing Neville’s parents. Pure, unadulterated terror sweeps through him, paralyzing his limbs and his thoughts as the thought of life without her takes hold.

No, he can’t think like that.

“You can go see her now if you want. She’s resting.”

Ron nods, his body feels like jelly as he tries to stand.

“Maybe you should—”

“No.” He needs to be with her.

You really blew this. We ain’t gettin’ through this one.

Twenty four hours pass and Hermione still hasn’t woken. Ron remains at her bedside, leaving only when absolutely necessary. He holds her hand, rests his head against her arm and runs through countless scenarios of how things could have been different.

If only he’d tried harder to stop Harry from saying the name. What if Bellatrix had taken him instead? How could they have concealed the sword better? The questions never end.

He pays little attention to the people who come in and out, checking on Hermione, asking him how he’s doing, bringing him something to eat. 

Until Luna brings in another meal he’ll barely touch.

When she’s on her way out the door, she turns back and offers a suggestion. “Have you tried talking to her?” Ron looks up at her, eyes blank as he shakes his head.

“It might help.” With a smile and a shrug, Luna bounces out of the room on her tiptoes.

It takes Ron a while to try Luna’s idea. He doesn’t know where to begin as the words continuously play on repeat in his mind. Finally, he’s able to stop them for a moment, if only to verbalize an apology.

“I’m so sorry,” he croaks out. “I couldn’t stop her from hurting you. I couldn’t get out of that damn cellar. I tried, Hermione. Believe me, I tried.”

He looks down at his hands, still raw, but scabbing over from clawing and punching at the wall. Reminders of how desperate he was to try and break free.

[His] lips on your neck, I can’t unsee it.

“Th-thank Merlin for Dobby. I don’t know how the elf knew, but he saved us. He saved all of us. But I’m so scared I got to you too late. Fleur says you’ll be okay, but she didn’t see you lying there. She didn’t see Greyback’s eyes when he looked at you. Fuck, no, I can’t unsee it. I can’t stop thinking about what he was going to do to you. Please, Hermione, please be okay. I can’t do this without you.”

He leans over and kisses her hand before squeezing it with his own. 

“Please,” he whispers. “There’s so much more I want to say to you, but I want you to be awake. I need you to be awake.” 

Ron looks at her face, and still nothing, though he’s not surprised. He’s ready to give up and call Luna’s plan mental, but then he decides to try one more time. Part of him knows it’s no use, so he takes a chance to say something he’s nowhere near ready to say to her face. Not until he knows she feels the same way.

“I—I always used to think it was gross when Mum and Dad would call each other by these ridiculous pet names. It was even so weird when I’d hear Fleur call Bill ‘darling.’ Not—not because I was jealous or anything. I wasn’t! But now, now I get it. And I just—I want that for us. Like babe or something, you know? Not that it—it doesn’t have to be that, but…nevermind. It’s not like you can hear me anyway. What a stupid idea.”

As he rambles, he stares at her hand, embarrassed for even saying it all out loud. He should have silenced the room first. He’ll never hear the end of it if someone overheard as they walked by.

Slumping back in the chair, Ron covers his face with his hands. He refuses to believe he’s losing her, but at the same time he can’t help but feel as though she’s slipping through his fingers. But then he hears the softest moan come from her bed. His head snaps up as his hands grasp the arms of the wooden chair, catching his weight before he falls over from the whiplash.

Her eyes flutter open as she grimaces in pain. It’s a fucking miracle.

“R-Ron?” Her voice is hoarse and  breathy, but he’s sure he hears it.

“I’m here. I’m right here.” His hands find hers. “We made it. We’re safe.”

“Where are we?” Each word is labored but she pushes through it anyway.

“Shell Cottage. Bill and Fleur’s place.”

“How…?”

Ron recounts the entire tale and Hermione listens with rapt attention. When he gets to the end, he pauses. His mind is once again fresh with the shrieks and cackles of Bellatrix as Hermione screams in pain.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

What about your promises, promises, promises, no.

“It’s not your fault.”

“Yes, it is! I—I made a promise.”

Hermione’s face scrunches in confusion. “To who?”

“To you. Well, to me. I swore I’d do whatever it took to protect you and—and I couldn’t. I couldn’t protect you from her and now you’re here.”

“Yes. I’m here. Ron, I should be dead. Worse, maybe because of Greyback.” She shakes her head. “But you saved me. You could have left me in the wreckage of that chandelier but you refused to leave without me.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Stop. Please,” she begs. “I know you’re trying to make up for—for leaving. Don’t. We’re past that. You’re here now. That’s what matters. You’re what matters.”

His eyes meet hers and both plead the other to understand. Ron feels as though he’s about to burst. They’ve had so many second chances over the years and with the war at its height, he can’t risk silence any longer. 

“Hermione, I—”

Though it looks as though it takes all her energy, she lifts her hand to touch his face. Tears are in her eyes when she cuts him off. “I know. Me too.”

Ron turns his head, nuzzling into her hand and kisses her palm before he loses his nerve. If she won’t let him tell her how he feels, he can at least try to show her. Though he doesn’t want to leave her, he promised Bill and Fleur he’d tell them as soon as she woke up.

“I should get Fleur so she can see how you’re doing.” He stands reluctantly and heads for the door.

But Hermione stops him before he leaves. “Ron?”

“Yeah?”

“I, um, I don’t mind ‘babe.’” Her cheeks are bright red as she tries to hide a tiny smile by tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“Oh. Uh, noted.”

He scrambles out the door as his own face burns and his ears have no doubt turned pink. He hadn’t realized—he thought she’d been asleep. She hadn’t shown any signs of stirring. But maybe it was better now that that was in the open. Maybe she truly does understand how he feels now.

And he hopes upon hope that the end is near, that they can finally be free and happy, and that this is one of the last times the war will risk their lives.

So they can be happy. So they can finally have the chance to call each other ‘babe.’

This is the last time, this is the last time.

a/n: I'm still not over using 'babe' as a pet name for these two.

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I find it so cute how everyone ignores hermione when she is in her 'whatever I'm saying is right' mood, except for Ron. Like Ron would listen to each and every word that comes out of her mouth and then argue with her about it if he disagrees. HE HAS THE TIME TO LISTEN TO WHATEVER SHE HAS TO SAY NO MATTER THE SITUATION. They are soulmates.

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Chapter 13 of my Romione Fic: When a Rose is met with a Thorn:

Current word count: 33,823

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Here's the Summary:

What if Hermione was the one who left during the Deathly Hallows, and never came back? What if the war never ended and things just got worse for 16 years until one fateful day, when it did end, and Hermione knew she had to come back?

Rose Granger, a fifteen year old girl has to deal with her mother's constant secrecy and abnormalities. Her mother is not like other mothers, hell she isn't like anyone she's ever met. It never all pieced together until now. What will happen when Rose investigates her mother's past and discovers secrets to otherworldly too be true?

Snip-pit from chapter:

But letting go of her potential relationship with Ron was different for her. She had wanted this since she was fourteen. Her crush on Ron exponentially evolved into something more during the Horcrux hunt. Hermione saw Ron in a completely new light. She saw how soft he was with her when she was vulnerable, she saw how nervous he got when he first saw her naked body, she saw how loyal he was to Harry, his family, and to her. She fell in love with him and when she got pregnant she wanted to have a perfect relationship and life with Ron forever. So it was hard for her to admit that it would never happen and that she had to let it go.

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Background: Hello all I'm a new-coming Ao3 writer who is here to promote my new fic. I absolutely love all things Romione and all the tropes, so whenever I watch or read something new I think of Romione in that piece of media (like an au). So I was watching Ginny and Georgia about a month ago and to myself I was thinking, how cool would it be if a single mother hid from her daughter that she was a witch? So I wrote that! I wrote a fic very loosely inspired by Ginny and Georgia, but don't let that fool you it is a Romione fanfic. This fanfic is a medium burn, that deals with Ron and Hermione living not in each others lives and how they reunite. It deals with long, lost, and true love, and adult issues. Also I strong plotline in the story is mother daughter dynamics, which I enjoy to the greatest extent.

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I hope y'all enjoy if you choose to read. Reblogs are always welcomed and appreciated. I also love and enjoy responding to comments on ao3. Hope you all are having the best day and will have the best week!

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it’s romione and lumax for me 

you ever see a ship you love so much and saying "i ship them" isn't enough. like no you don't understand they give me mental illness

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"No Body No Crime" words by Taylor Swift, art by me!

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now why woud you say that 

i just thought about how grateful max probably was that she was dying/died in lucas’s arm and not anyone else’s

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ik but, if you look the scene of the hospital when eleven, mike, will, nancy and jonathan enter the room, lucas stands up and the camara moves, if you look closely enough, you'll see someone sitting next to erica 

look

okay but max's mom not being in the hospital scene as the script originally said worries me a bit since i once saw someone say she might have perished in the "earthquakes" so that max is an orphan now

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Thought of lumax. Started crying.