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20 Questions for Writers

Thank you @cheesyficwriter for the tag!

How many works do you have on AO3?

What's your total AO3 word count?

351,699

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

As of now, I have only written for Harry Potter; however, in February I began several LOTR/Hobbit WIPs that I have not yet published. The first one is due out at the start of September though!

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

In Another Universe: Hermione Granger is brilliant: she completed her PhD in Linguistics at 25, and is the youngest faculty member at the University. Ron Weasley, an unruly quantum physicist... well, he's getting there. But when Granger gets stacked with a project she hates and has to talk to other scholars at the University, their paths cross and become permanently intertwined in a way neither of them could've ever anticipated. (Slow Burn Multichap Muggle Uni AU) Rated T.

Rosebury Grounds: Lady Hermione Granger has been reared up in society, to marry well and be a good housewife, like any good Edwardian lady, but that's far from what she wants. When a handyman by the name of Ronald Weasley joins the house staff, utterly disarming her from the moment they first meet, he might just be the opportunity she needs to break loose and choose her own destiny.Lord Draco Malfoy has a secret— a secret he knows would cost him everything if it ever saw the light. But it's getting harder and harder to keep it from his father, because Draco keeps bumping into a pair of emerald eyes and a head of lush black hair, and he can't pretend his knees don't buckle at the sight. Which would be quite alright, if not for one small problem: it's not a woman they belong to.Two tales of forbidden love, set in Edwardian England. (Multichap Muggle AU) Rated M.

Something Growing: Hermione’s pregnant— and she’s freaking out. She’s always been good at everything, but she’s not sure that’ll hold for being a mother; however, when Ron gets home earlier than expected, she realizes she doesn’t need to be great at everything so long as she’s got him beside her. (Oneshot) Rated G.

Big in Japan: Harry Potter is a famous rockstar out on a world tour— but when one too many meet-and-greets threatens to drive him insane, he takes an escapade out into the streets of Tokyo, where he ends up at an expat bar with a captivating redhead that seems totally unaware of who he is, or why she should know him at all, for that matter. (Muggle AU oneshot) Rated E.

Teaspoon Vindication: After escaping Malfoy Manor, Ron comes to visit Hermione in her room at Shell Cottage, and does the one thing that may be the hardest for him— talking about his feelings. (Romione oneshot)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I try my best, though I don’t always get to all of them! My reasoning is that if folks are kind enough to tell me how much they enjoyed my writing, the least I can do is thank them for their lovely words.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

The Last Farewell! It’s a Wolfstar oneshot, set in canon universe, where Remus comes to Sirius’s grave to ask for his blessing (and forgiveness) to marry Tonks. It was angst central from the start and I even wrote it while listening to an angsty song.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

I generally write happy, fade-to-black endings, but if I had to choose I’d say Truth or Dare. This is a male!Hermione x Ron summer camp AU born of a game of spin-the-bottle/truth-or-dare that ends with them figuring out their feelings go beyond friendship. I say it is the happiest ending because I think the “boy figuring out he likes boys” scenario has been overdone in angst a bit too much, and the fact that the feelings are reciprocated and they decide to stay in touch would make me giddy if I was their age and in their shoes. Anyway, it’s just a sweet ending.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you've written?

Not at all— I actually don’t like crossovers at all, so I have never even entertained reading, let alone writing, one. (No hate at all to those with imaginations large and strong enough to conjure up awesome crossovers— I am in awe of you all, they’re just not for me!)

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Never, luckily, since the Romione community is so lovely and supportive! But, though not outright hate, for a while I had an anonymous FFN reviewer who left reviews on every chapter of Rosebury Grounds saying that my title was a porn/sex act...? I was distraught and scoured Google to see if they really were right and this was some obscure euphemism I’d entirely missed, but turns out it wasn’t, and they had gotten confused with a vulgar but similar term. So I ignored those reviews but they kept coming and then eventually one time I found a 500 word very graphic description of the sex act in question in my reviews, so desperate was the reviewer (apparently) to get their (wrong) point across. Yikes.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes! I’ve written a lot and of many kinds— explicit, implied, just foreplay, fade-to-black, referenced... I’ve written both M/F and M/M.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No— I didn’t even know that was something I should worry about!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I speak fluent Spanish, so I’m planning on translating In Another Universe and Rosebury Grounds myself once I’ve finished the latter.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, the most I’ve done is beta from the plot-building stage!

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Gahhhh don’t make me pick! Romione (HP) is first in my heart because I see so much of myself and what I want in it, but Samfro (LOTR) is, to me, the truest depiction of love in all of literature, ever. I will forever come back to it.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I hope to finish my Hogwarts Actually series that I started for Romionecom (hi, Discord friends!) inspired by Love Actually. I have it all planned out, translating all the relationships in the movie to HP pairings and friendships, and all I need to do is write— but I think I’ll come back to this periodically and unoften. Hopefully I’ll finish it!

What are your writing strengths?

I like to think that I write good and witty dialogue. I’m a theatre person, so I think my dialogue sounds mostly natural when spoken. I also have a good sense of beginning and ending, so most of my works/chapters start and end with a memorable phrase of some sort. I also have excellent grammar and spelling, so except for a few occasional typos, that makes the job of proofing much easier!

What are your writing weaknesses?

I think I sometimes write sentences that are waaaay too long and convoluted. I use words that are too big sometimes and just take approachability from my writing. Fanfic has been excellent to practice correcting this, though!

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

As a bilingual writer myself— don’t write dialogue in other languages unless you speak it well or get it translated directly through someone who speaks it well. Though I appreciate the effort, I can always tell when something was put through Google Translate, and that kind of dialogue most often ends up lacking the context clues/colloquial familiarity of real language speakers, and ends up sounding stiff and forced.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

I’m not proud of it, but I used to write MCR RPF back when I was 13 or so. It was a very brief stint and I have since deleted the works in their entirety, since my principles have evolved to the place where RPF to me seems disrespectful and invasive. Plus, it was on Wattpad.

What's your favorite fic you've written?

Again, don’t make me pick please!! I truly have had a lot of fun with Rosebury and I think it is a testament to how much I love it that I was able to keep the idea on hold for a full six months before I started writing it. I love the Downton setting and the Edwardian dialogue is a lot of fun to me. But I also have a soft spot for the In Another Universe original oneshot I submitted to the RFF2020— that work awoke my love for Muggle AUs (which I like to think I’m most known for), inspired me to start work on my first multichap fic, and keeps me coming back to it anytime I have doubt in my ability to write swoonworthy scenes. It was the oneshot that started it all.

Tagging: @accio-broom @be11atrixthestrange @folk-melody (and anyone else who would like to!)

#fanfiction #fanfic writer #rosequartzstars #hp fanfic #hp fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #fanfic author

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rosequartzstarswrites · 4 years ago

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Thank you so much @folk-melody — you’re too kind, I’m so honored that you thought of Rosebury and I’m so glad you’re enjoying it!!

(And @foreverlikethis08 I hope if you do read it you enjoy it as well!!)

Ok,so here's my request:

I need a drarry and romione fanfiction where the story pays attention to both the couples!!

Anyone knows any?Please tell me.

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rosequartzstarswrites · 4 years ago

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I had a lot of fun writing this and coming up with this AU… thank you to everyone that has read it and left some kind comments! And thank you again to the lovely Chudley Canon fest organizers, who truly go above and beyond to give us all a plethora of wonderful stories!! <3

Washing Machine Heart

Day 22, Story #2 is by @rosequartzstarswrites

Title: Washing Machine Heart Author/Artist: rosequartzstars - @rosequartzstarswrites (Because of Tumblr settings, this is posting from my main blog, but it’s me!) Pairing: Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley (and background Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger) Prompt: 5+1 Rating: T (only for some strong language and non-explicit insinuations) Trigger Warning(s) (if any): none apply!

“I can’t believe I’m going through with this,” huffed Hermione, struggling to keep up the brisk pace Ron was marking on the sidewalk.

“You never believed you’d have to, did you?” Ron said gleefully, seemingly unaware of just how hard his long-legged strides were to keep up with.

“You never told me you were that good at chess!”

“No, more like you never thought anyone could be better than you at anything!”

Despite only having been friends, close friends, with them for a semester, Harry had already become accustomed to the constant bickering between Ron and Hermione, to the point even of endearment. Coming from the Dursleys’, arguments and rebukes were something he was used to, but the undertone of friendship with which Ron and Hermione faced off was a welcome change (and a very entertaining one). Still, he tended to side quietly with Ron, and this particular time was no exception: part of him was delighted at the prospect of seeing Hermione get a tattoo.

Keep reading

#hinny #fanfic au #chudleycanonficfest2021

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@be11atrixthestrange I’m not gonna lie, I was heavily invested… period dramas are my weakness and THIS is most certainly not the exception 😂

Writing period dramas in the discord, lads

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Fic Writer Interview

Thank you to @accio-broom for the tag!

Name: rosequartzstars

Fandoms I write for: Mostly Harry Potter, mainly Romione, though I indulge in the occasional Hinny and, more recently, superficial Drarry. I’m trying to start writing for Tolkien, and will probably have some Sam/Frodo underway before long!

Two-shot: I don’t know if this counts as a two-shot considering it’s part of a series, but I have written two vignettes under the series Of Interrupted Sleep, which is a canon universe series exploring how I imagine Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Ginny dealt with the post-war PTSD and comforted each other through it.

Most popular multichapter: Well, if going only by stats, it would have to be the Muggle AU In Another Universe, where Ron and Hermione (and the rest of the gang) are all college professors in a Cambridge University-like setting. This was my first longfic ever! However, I have been absolutely blown away by how much readers seem to enjoy Rosebury Grounds, a WIP Muggle Edwardian AU featuring two tales of forbidden love between Drarry and Romione. I’m having a lot of fun with this one and I’ve been wanting to write it for a year, so I’d be inclined to pick it.

Worst part of writing: Trying to shove it aside to get real-life things done. Sometimes I’ll want to write instead of doing my assignments or focusing on school, so the hardest part is definitely pushing my desire to write aside to pay attention to the more tangible, real-life activities that I should place first.

How you choose your titles: Either they pop into my head during the writing, based on a thematic phrase or one I like the sound of, or the title precedes the fic and I build the fic from there.

Do you outline: Religiously. I always have a good idea of where I want the story to go, and I make sure that I have a concrete plan for every chapter so I can make sure to add everything that needs to be added to get to the next chapter and so I can keep myself on track with the plot.

Ideas I probably won’t get to but it would be nice: I've had a Wolfstar angsty Muggle AU floating around in my head since last year, but I’ve been putting it off ever since I became more active in fan communities and realized many of the tropes I had originally envisioned for it could fall into MLM fetishization or Bury Your Gays/Too Good For This Sinful Earth if I didn’t handle them with enough tact and empathy. I want to be careful with this story not to perpetrate stereotypes and harmful perceptions, but until I can fix the glaring issues central to the plot that I devised before I became more thoroughly educated on harmful queer-fiction tropes, this is not going to happen.

Callouts @ me: Not every sentence has to be overladen with clauses or overly complicated. This is not the SAT, not every word has to be a big word. And stay off the adjectives and adverbs!

Best writing habits: I see a story through before I start another one. I had the idea for Rosebury when I was 20 chapters into IAU, but I managed to place it on the back burner and give IAU the attention it deserved before I let myself delve into Rosebury. I never start a story I’m not sure I can finish, mostly because I as a reader would hate that, and I think that’s a good habit.

Spicy tangential opinion: Well-written dirty talk is just about the most sublime things a piece of writing can contain. If the dialogue is good enough to get you hot and bothered without a) being one of the 2+ people described as having sex and b) an excessive description, you’re doing it right. Some of my favorite fics I go back to not because of the actual smut, but because the preceding dirty talk never fails to get me going.

TAGGING: @unablearethelovedtodie @cheesyficwriter @be11atrixthestrange

#i answer!!#meta #writing process #this was so much fun and got me to reflect!

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In light of the recent PostPlus nonsense tumblr is trying to pull, here's a reminder that monetization of fanfiction can lead you to legal trouble. On Ao3 it's against the TOS to even mention any money-sending site at all because of the conditonal protection they offer.

Putting your entire fanfiction blog behind a paywall is like pointing a neon sign saying "please sue me". I bring this up specifically because tumblr mentioned fanfiction in the post that they made and that is going to leave a lot of people misinformed.

Remember: Do NOT paywall your fanworks.

And rest assured, my blog will never be pay-to-read, even if this weren't a fanfiction blog. I think the whole thing is ridiculous.

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“What if I don’t want to?” 😍😍 perfection

@accio-broom you’ve done it again!! I’ve reread this at least three times, I can’t get enough of it, it’s so sweet and just the right amount of steamy

And @cheesyficwriter that New Girl GIF is perfect for the occasion in more than one way…

Helloooooo, your writing is amazing! I love your take on all romione x) can you do "Characters (ron and hermione) are tied together/shackled/forced to share a small space for a long period of time" please? Thank you ever so much xxx

And here's the real version of @mina-roman's drabble that she requested, without millions of adverbs. For those not in the loop, last night some of the writers I beta for started joking around that I like to kill off all adverbs. And I do. I detest them unless they serve a proper purpose in the story, there's usually a better way to write your sentence. So yeah, I hope you all prefer this version, cos I think it's the better one! 😅

I apologise for posting two versions of the same story today instead of more different content, but I had to make my point!

And if you don't imagine this gif when I write about them snogging, who even are you?!

Aphrodite's Cupboard (the real version)

A heavy sigh escaped Hermione’s lips.

She was on Prefect duty with Ron, and it wasn’t going well, a stark contrast to last year. Even though his lack of authority and respect for the rules were infuriating at times, they still enjoyed the time spent together, especially because it gave them an opportunity to bitch about Umbridge and gave them a much-needed break from Harry’s brooding.

But now, it was different. For a start, Hermione and Ron were still not speaking. He was far too busy snogging Lavender now to even attempt to reconcile, despite Hermione’s best efforts. She had worked herself up all day in anticipation of how awful it was going to be, even going as far as to plead with McGonagall to arrange a switch, but the Professor had refused, citing that the time spent together would do Ron and Hermione’s fractured friendship a world of good.

Fat chance of that happening. The pair had been roaming the quiet corridors for almost an hour now, and so far, Ron had managed to say two words: ‘hello’ and ‘no’. Hermione was getting fed up with his surliness towards her. She hadn’t even done anything wrong. Nothing that he hadn’t deserved, anyway.

Guilt churned in her stomach as she risked a glance at Ron. Even in the low light, she could still see the angry welts that decorated his arms. She’d tried to apologise, of course, but he hadn’t wanted to listen to her reasoning.

Not that she had a decent justification. She was sure raging jealousy wasn’t an excuse to attack her best friend with conjured birds.

The pair walked past the portrait of Aphrodite, a spot that usually signalled the end of their shift. But Hermione was done with getting the silent treatment from Ron. She’d concluded that it would have to be her to break the ice, or she might be waiting forever for him.

Gathering all the conflicting thoughts dancing at the forefront of her mind, she opened her mouth but was interrupted by a loud clatter from a nearby cupboard.

“What was that?” Ron’s wand arm pointed towards the source of the noise. He stepped in front of Hermione, causing a flutter in her heart at his protective action.

“It’s probably Peeves, but we should check just in case.”

Despite his heroic attempts to look after her, she was still a capable young woman and could very well look after herself. She side-stepped around his arm and yanked the door open, her wand arm stabbing into the darkness to illuminate the space. Her shoulders sagged in relief as she found the cupboard bare. She was about to turn around to tell Ron, even though his heavy breathing wafted over her shoulder, indicating how close he was standing to her, when an unknown force grabbed the pair by the wrists and pulled them into the vestibule.

The door slammed with a resounding thunk behind them.

“What the fuck?” Ron exclaimed, pulling at the handle without any luck. Once he’d tired of attempting the muggle way of opening doors, he lifted his wand in an attempt to magic his way out. “It’s no good. It’s locked shut.”

Hermione had lingered at the back of the cupboard during Ron’s futile attempts at breaking them out, and when he turned towards her, she could see that a light sweat had formed on his forehead, and his robes were wonky.

“Well, I can tell that, Ronald.”

He frowned. “Well, you’re the bloody genius. You fix it!”

Ignoring the back-handed compliment, even though it made her cheeks heat up in excitement, Hermione stepped towards the door.

“Interesting…” She whispered a myriad of revealing spells, utilising her entire repertoire as she passed her wand over the wooden grain. “The pink light surrounding the door seems to indicate…but that would mean…” She gasped as the realisation hit her. “But that was only a rumour.”

A frustrated growl interrupted her thought process as Ron pulled at her shoulder, spinning her around to face him.

“Hermione, you’re doing that thing where you only say half a sentence but assume we know what you’re talking about. It’s bloody confusing. What’s going on?”

She grimaced, her stomach churning in nerves as she shifted from foot to foot. It was as if a hundred ants were crawling over her body. She felt itching and uncomfortable at the thought of spending any more time than was necessary locked in such a confined space with her ex-best friend. Hermione did not want to have this conversation with Ron, not here, but if her suspicions were true, then she’d need his cooperation to get them out of this pickle.

“Well, it’s no coincidence that this cupboard is next to the portrait of Aphrodite, and I read in Hogwarts: A History that the castle often likes to, uhm, interfere in the lives of its students. Especially when it feels it might be able to help fix certain situations.”

Heat filled her body. The oppressive warmth of the cupboard mixed with her overwhelming awkwardness, and for a moment, Hermione thought she might pass out or suffocate. But she continued anyway.

“And I think that the castle knows we’re currently not talking to each other, at least, not properly, so it’s trying to get us to fix that.”

Ron’s face brightened. “Oh well, that’s easy then. Friends?”

He offered out his hand, and Hermione eyed it before taking it with a shake.

“Friends.”

He let go of her with a satisfied smile then tried the door again, giving it an almighty kick when it wouldn’t budge. A small smile tugged at the corner of Hermione’s mouth as Ron winced.

“I-I think there’s something else. The glow around the door and the presence of Aphrodite probably means we…” She sighed, struggling to force the words out. “We might have to kiss.”

“Oh.” Ron sank to the floor, holding his head in his hands.

“Yeah.”

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An hour later, they were still sitting on the floor of the cupboard. The heat had increased since Ron and Hermione were first locked in, forcing them to shed their robes, jumpers and ties and to unbutton the top of their shirts. They had talked for a while, trying their best to skirt around the elephant in the room. But now they were quiet. From the light breaths emitting from Ron’s mouth, Hermione thought he might even be asleep.

As much as she’d longed for time with just him, she had a potions essay she’d been hoping to finish before bedtime.

No other solutions had come to her mind, so she knew they would have to bite the bullet and get on with it. But it was such a risk. What if the thought disgusted Ron? What if he never wanted to be her friend again after learning she was such an awful snogger? Or, what if he liked it and wanted more? That would certainly create a few complications.

“Let's just get on with it,” Ron murmured, lifting his head so that his bright cerulean eyes gazed over at her.

Hermione squeaked. “I think we might have to, but,” she paused, “can we just promise this won’t change anything?”

“Oh come on Hermione. We’ve known each other for years. It’s just a kiss.”

Despite his bravado, Ron still gulped, giving a glimpse of how nervous he was, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his neck. He shifted onto all fours and crawled towards her. Hermione’s heart raced in her chest as she squirmed back against the wall. It was all happening too fast—Ron was getting closer at an alarming rate. Sure, she’d dreamt about kissing him for a long time now, but being locked in a cupboard with him like this wasn’t the first fantasy that came to mind, and especially not like this.

A heat ignited deep in her belly as she breathed in his scent, reminding her of sweat and the freshly cut grass at the Burrow. Their lips met in a chaste kiss that was barely even a peck. She felt nothing from it, and Ron pulled away with a pleased smile.

“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Hauling himself to his feet, he tried the lock again, letting out a loud expletive as it still wouldn’t budge.

“I think it has to be a proper kiss,” she said in a hushed voice.

“Oh.”

The realisation hit Ron hard. His face turned pale, and he wiped his hands on his trousers twice as his chest heaved under his shirt. Hermione was right, then. The thought of snogging her made Ron feel ill. This was going to kill their already broken friendship.

But if they didn’t kiss, they were going to die in this cupboard, especially with how warm it was getting. Nobody would find them until at least the morning, and it might be too late by then. They’d be boiled alive.

Getting to her feet, she clenched her clammy, shaking hands and faced him with all the Gryffindor courage she could muster.

“It’ll just be quick. You can...” Hermione hesitated for a moment, a painful thought stabbing her in the heart. “J-Just pretend I’m Lavender.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

Ron’s eyes flitted to her lips, and she licked them self-consciously. They were so dry. Why hadn’t she taken an extra sip of her water at dinner? Where was her lip balm, anyway? They were standing too close together, and she was sure she could hear his heart pounding in time with hers. He lifted his hand to tuck a stray curl behind her ear, and Hermione noticed it was shaking.

He took another step towards her and soon enough, she was pressed flush against his chest. It was sturdy and warm, but she didn’t have long to contemplate what that meant to her as Ron lowered his head towards hers. She stretched up on her tiptoes, bumping their noses together, and she couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped her lips. But then he laughed too and everything was alright.

Their lips finally met, and a spark of electricity flowed from the contact, coursing through her veins and making every inch of her tingle. Ron’s mouth was soft, and he tasted of cinnamon and chocolate frogs. He made a noise of approval before increasing the pressure as his hands moved to rest on her hips.

Not sure what to do with her own, she took hold of his arms, tightening her grip on him as if to ground her to reality.

Eventually, they pulled away, both panting for breath. A studious look unfolded across Ron’s face.

“Wow.”

“Yeah,” was all she could say in response.

“You didn’t tell me that you…” he trailed off, a lop-sided grin appearing on his face.

“Well, you never told me,” she countered, letting go of him and folding her arms across her chest. She couldn’t help but get defensive. She’d always guarded her emotions, afraid of what might happen if people were to learn who the real Hermione was.

But Ron just laughed and pulled at her arms, eventually prising them apart. He stole another kiss with a moan, steering them back towards the closest wall. Hermione allowed herself to get lost in them, all thoughts of Lavender and anything else disappearing as she finally got what she wanted. Her hands slid into his soft hair as his tongue grazed against her lips.

Just as she was beginning to enjoy herself, the door unlocked with a loud click, forcing the couple apart.

Feeling disappointed that their confinement was over, Hermione turned her back to him and busied herself with gathering her things.

“What happens now?” a low, breathy voice asked.

Hermione lifted her head to see him lingering by the door, rubbing the back of his neck. His skin was flushed, his lips swollen, and it took all of Hermione’s self-control not to throw herself at him again.

“You have a girlfriend, so nothing, I guess.”

He sighed, looking lost and confused, and her heart ached for him. She wished things were different, but that’s the way life went for Hermione. She never got what she wanted.

“Yeah, I guess. But what if I were to break things off with Lav?”

She stopped bustling around and pivoted her body to face him. She tried her best to soften her expression and not let the excited rush of glee at the thought of getting Ron to herself show on her face.

“If that were to happen, then I guess maybe we could explore that kiss a little more. I-I like you Ron, in more than just a best friend way, but I don’t want to be your excuse. That would be unfair on Lavender and me.”

“I know.” He sighed again, but when he lifted his head, a more hopeful smile appeared. “I like you too, a whole bloody lot, in fact.”

With an understanding smile and a nod, she walked past him, allowing her hand to linger on his arm for a brief moment.

“Come on, let’s head back to the common room.”

Hermione let go of him then headed down the corridor, not daring to look back to see if he was following or watching her. Her head was a whirlwind of emotions and concerns, and she needed time to unpack and analyse them by herself.

It would probably end up with her having her heart broken again, but at least she and Ron were friends, for now.

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