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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 9 months

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YOU'RE THE ONE I WANT

Pairings: George Weasley x Fem!reader Summary: George denies his feelings for you because he's self conscious but you want to know he wants you or not Warnings: a bit angsty i guess? NOTE: this is pretty long so i might have to make a part 2

Part 2

you have been Friends with the twins since first year, and a lot has changed in those 6 years.

especially your feelings for the younger twin, George.

the way he'd smile at something Fred would do that wasn't even funny, or the way he's always check up on you when noting even wrong in the first place.

he was sweet and gentle, way more than Fred was.

you had accompanied the Weasley's at the Quidditch world cup and the whole time you kept glancing at him, right beside you, his cheeks covered in green and white paint as he cheered for the Irish and booed for the Bulgarians

you kept looking at him until Fred noticed and caught you, giving you a look. only then did you focus and not look at George the rest of the game

Later while walking back to the tent, Fred caught up to you and walked with you

"so.. George, huh?" he snickered

"what?" you furrowed your eyebrows

"I mean come on, there's a way more attractive twin right next to you and you chose the funky, fuglier one? you must be blind, Love" Fred teased with a smile

"George is not fugly" you rolled your eyes

"so you like him" he smirked

"just because I said he's not ugly doesn't mean I like him, Fred" you sighed

"but you do" he whispered over the loud cheers and celebrations

you looked at him tiredly and fought back your smile, he knew you too well

"he fancies you quite a bit too, you know" he nudged you

"he does not, Fred" you shook your head

"how would you know? you don't hear what we talk about when you're not around" he crossed his arms.

"I'll believe it when I see it" you chuckled

"oh you will"

you both walked into the tent and started celebrating with the others when George came up from behind you, scaring you. you screamed in surprise and hit his arm lightly, making him laugh

"what were you and Fred talking about?" he asked after calming down

"well- I- I don't kno- nothing" you stuttered like a fool, making you cringe

his smile faltered "oh, ok" he nodded vigorously

he walked away from you, thinking you were keeping secrets from him

after celebrating and teasing Ron, you all set into panic when you were getting attacked

Fred took Ginny's hand before running away

but you were focused looking around at the fires to notice George's panic when he couldn't see you

he called out your name loudly, refusing to leave without you.

you turned around and tried looking for him through the people running past you

"George!" you yelled out to him, letting him know you heard him

you didn't hear anything back from him but you felt a tight grip on your wrist before getting pulled along with the crowd

that was almost a month ago and your 6th year had began

George was still the sweet, gentle and caring young man he has always been and it made you swoon over him most nights

and you made sure you let Angelina know that, she would hear about George all the time from you and she would tell you about Fred.

and despite what Fred says, George still hasn't shown any liking towards you other than friendship

but you took Fred's advice anyway and did it yourself, flirting and being more affectionate with George. but he would just smile it off

until you started to feel hopeless and pathetic

you found Fred in the common room by himself for a change and decided to bring it up again

"Fred have you been messing with me?" you questioned, sitting beside him

"in what way?" he smiled, knowing he messes with everybody

"with George, I've done everything you told me to do but it seems like a waste of time, I really don't think he fancies me" you sighed

"I don't know what to tell you love, He tells me about his feelings for you almost every day, I think he's just too much of a coward to act upon it, I don't get why you like him when the better looking twin is right in front of you" he teased

you didn't reply to him, you just stood there feeling like an idiot

"hey, it'll be fine, He would be stupid to not like you anyway" he assured you, pulling you into a hug

he pulled you closer until you were basically on him, trapped in his arms.

he had a smirk on his face as he looked at you, and you knew what he was gonna do

he started to tickle you, making you laugh and squirm around, trying to get away from him

"stop!" you squealed

"never" he chuckled evilly

"hey guys"

Fred stopped tickling you and helped you sit up right. an awkward look came across Fred's face as he looked at George who stood in the middle of the room.

you sat up and looked at George, who looked uncomfortable

"hey, George" you cleared your throat, looking ahead of you, fiddling with your fingers

"was I interrupting something?" he replied, looking a bit aggravated

"no, not at all mate" Fred shook his head, noticing his twins face

"ok then" George nodded before walking towards the couch, squeezing in to sit down in between you and Fred, which made Fred smirk as he looked at you with his eyebrows raised

"I'm just gonna go to bed, see you tomorrow, Love" Fred said, getting up, placing a kiss to your head, and walked away to the stairs, looking back to see George glaring at him

"go for it" Fred mouthed to him, making George roll his eyes

George refused to move away from you.

"what was that about?" he asked you

you were still sat there, fiddling with your fingers as he talked

"just playing around" you mumbled

"cool" he clicked his tongue

he was still pressed up to you, making you feel boiling as the warmth of his side and the fire warm you up

"i should probably call it a night too. had a long day" you announced as you stood up.

"oh, ok then. goodnight" he frowned

"night" you rushed before going up to your dorm. without giving him the usual kiss on the cheek you normally give him before going to bed

George sat there alone, thinking about the past month, how he would catch you and Fred together, attached by the hip

he knew something was going on, he felt left out and you didn't like him as much.

he was starting to suspect something was going on between you two, something he wished he had with you

he couldn't blame you, Fred was the better looking twin, and after all the nights talking about you to Fred, he probably started to feel the same things George felt.

Fred was funnier, more outgoing, he was the more popular twin, the one that everyone thinks of first. how couldn't you like him? all the girls did.

but he was mad at Fred, he knew his feelings for you, he knew how much he liked you, yet he still went off to be with you. George didn't think Fred would do anything like this to him, they were brothers, twins.

the past week you would see George talking to all these different girls, he would lean against the wall as they tucked their hair behind their ears nervously, giggling softly and hitting his chest, obviously flirting with him.

it made you confused, he would never really show any girl attention unless they were his friends, not to say he wasn't friendly with people, but this was something else.

he wasn't hanging out with the group at all and when you all walked around you would find him with a girl, flirting.

you weren't going to lie and say it didn't hurt, because it did, the other night were he squeezed between you and Fred where he looked jealous must've been nothing.

you weren't able to talk to him as he was always out and about with different people and it kind of annoyed you.

Fred even said the only time he sees him is after curfew when he's already in bed, where he would sneak in after hours and head to bed

it was starting to piss the older twin off as he was without his partner in crime

Fred was going crazy as he couldn't do any pranks and you told him you would gladly help, so that's where you were, out in the corridors with Fred, getting ready to prank his brother.

not the brother they usually prank, Ron, but George. it was Fred's idea to get payback for abandoning the group.

he set it up and you kept look out for him, looking through the door to see him and a new girl talking, close together, her beginning to get touchy with him, you watched as he smiled down at her smugly

"which girl do you think he'll ask to the ball?" Fred asked you quietly

"I couldn't really care to be honest" you sighed, still peeking through the door

"I know you do, either way I'm sure Lee would take you if you end up without one" he replied

"they're coming!" you whispered loudly, not getting a chance to react before Fred grabbed your hand, pulling you around the corner, snooping as you poked your head around the wall to see.

as George walked out the door, he was greeted by quill ink pouring all over his body before stink pellets dropped on him, making him reek for at least a week, getting worse when you shower it off.

then lastly, slugs dropping from the ceiling that pooled at his feet and collected in his hair and going down his shirt

you and Fred began laughing until you heard the high pitched scream

for it hadn't been George being the victim, but the girl he was with getting pranked.

she screamed and yelled out at George, he stepped back and covered his nose from the stink and cringed at the look of her

the girl cried and she jumped up and down and shook herself to get the slugs off herself. making you and Fred snicker at the sight

George must've heard you through the screaming and crying because he locked eyes with you, making you go wide eyed

he looked pissed, like he was gonna yell at you

"come on" Fred panicked, grabbing your hand and running away from the scene, you both ran to the common room and sat out on the couch puffed out and tired from going across the school.

"do you think he's mad?" you quizzed him

"he looked pissed, but he won't yell at us, she'll probably think he did it himself" Fred chuckled

you heard loud footsteps coming from the entrance as you and Fred starting laughing again, barely being able to breath.

Fred fell of the couch and began wheezing when he saw George standing at the side of the couch, looking at you both angrily

his arms crossed and a frown on his face as he glared at you

"what the bloody hell is wrong with you two?!" he yelled at you both, making your laughs die down, looking at him shocked

when you didn't answer him he continued

"do you guys seriously not know how to grow up? she went to her dorm crying covered in ink and not to mention she stank, she hates me! she thinks I did it!" he didn't look mad anymore, he looked livid.

and then he caught a glimpse of your hands that were together as you looked at Fred as he sat on the floor.

you were trying not to laugh as you looked at George's mad face.

the small airy giggles slipped from your lips and Fred started shaking from holding his amusement in.

you covered your lips and looked at the ground, trying to calm down again

George looked at you and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion

"stop bloody laughing, Y/n! it's not funny!" he shouted at you

you stopped giggling and you looked up at him

"what is wrong with you? we were having fun" Fred interrupted

"it's not fun when they get hurt, Fred" George defended the girl

"we pranked people everyday and they always got somewhat hurt and you didn't care, why do you care now?" Fred faught

"that doesn't matter now! just leave me and any girl i talk to alone" George scoffed, his hands dropped to his side, he began walking to the stairs to get to his dorm.

you looked at Fred and smiled "someone's got their wand up their arse" you mumbled, wiggling your brows as he snickered

"you know what? you guys are perfect together, you are such a bitch, Y/n, and you both ruin everything" George came back and pointed at you as he told you off loudly

"don't yell at her" Fred got up and stood in front of him, trying to defend you

"Fred leave it, he's just being an asshole because he thinks he's finally mature and grown up" you rolled your eyes

"piss off" George grumbled

"go ahead" you snapped

he sighed before leaving, shaking his head, deciding to turn in for the night

George didn't mean what he said, he felt horrible as soon as the words left his mouth, but it's in the past now, and his words had already affected you both. he knew you both hated him in that moment for that.

he was just trying to get you out of his head by putting other girls in there, he was allowed to. you were off with Fred so why can't he go off and be with other people too without you ruining it.

he knew he would have to apologise, after tonight that girl would probably start telling people and the word would spread out that no girl should be around George or he'll just prank you.

and because of this he'll probably end up without a date to the yule ball, which he was hoping he would be able to go with you, but it seems impossible for that to happen, as you're probably going with Fred

it was the weekend and you and Angie went out to Hogsmeade to find dresses for the ball. before you left you saw George by himself on the couch, when he saw you, he looked like he wanted to say something but you were quick out of there, not letting him have the chance

"soo, Fred huh?" you smirked at the girl as you searched the rack

"you don't mind do you? I know you guys are really close" she smiled nervously

"no not at all, he's my best friend, and you guys look so cute together" you reassured her with a warm smile

you had told her about what happened with George as she woke up to you sobbing about it

"are you going with anyone?" she asked

"no, but I'll be ok if I go alone, Fred said who would save me a dance" you shrugged

"oh that's nice, you could just stay with us the whole time if you want" she beamed

"I wouldn't do that" you chuckled lightly

"oh my, look at this dress!" she ushered you over to her, making you let go of the rack and go over to her to see the beautiful purple velvet dress

"you should try it on!" you pushed her towards the changing room with the dress in her hand.

you waited for her and looked through the dresses

"I quite like this one" you heard from behind you, curiously, you turned around to see George holding a dress, looking at you

you looked him up and down and turned around

"it's ugly" you replied shortly

"I'm really sorry, Love. I don't know why I said any of that last night, I didn't mean it I swear, I'm an idiot I know, you can remind me all you want. please forgive me, It'll never happen again I promise" he pleaded as he walked to stand beside you after putting the dress down

"why are you here?" you sighed, not looking at him

"I came here for Zonkos, I just saw you through the glass and I wanted to apologise" he answered

"what do yo- oh" Angie spoke as she walked out wearing the dress

"Ang it looks beautiful, he's gonna be all over you" you clapped your hands as she twirled

"what's he doing here?" she looked at George weirdly

"he came to apologise" you smiled tightly

"well, we don't accept" she crossed her arms

he nodded his head and stood there uncomfortably for a moment before backing away

"ok, well, I'll see you around then"

you heard the bell above the door ring and the door shut

"does he have a date?" she asked, leaning against the rack

"not sure, he's been talking to a lot of girls, he could've asked any of them."

George started sitting with your group again and stopped talking to new girls every day.

you had forgave him when Fred did and you guys were good again.

you would notice that George would still seem to break you and Fred apart but he also seemed more affectionate and whenever you would start to bring it up with him, he would deny it and just say he was always like that.

you started to think he was playing with your feelings, that maybe he found out about your feelings for him and wanted to mess with you.

and you got tired of it.

you were sat with Fred near the black lake as you talked about it, and he told you that George started talking about you again

he decided to change the subject by telling a joke making you wheeze of laughter, you were huddled over, holding your stomach as you struggled to breathe

"you look so stupid" he teased

you hit his arm making him wince in pain

"hi guys" George spoke as he walked up to you both, making you pause what you were doing

"Hi George" Fred answered, nudging you to respond

"hi" you mumbled

"can I sit" he asked, waiting for a response, we nodded our heads and he sat down with you.

"so the ball" he started, playing with his fingers

"ah yeah, you excited Freddie?" you nudged his side, making him smile

"yeah" he muttered

you looked over at George for a moment and saw his upset look on his face

"I have to say that Angie looks beautiful in her dress and you're gonna be drooling when you see her" you teased him, making him roll his eyes

"Angie?" George tilted his head in confusion

"yeah, her and Fred are gonna dance the night away, hand in hand all lovey dovey" you giggled.

Fred pushed you and you fell onto your side as you laughed at him

"piss off"

"you're going with Angelina?" George asked

"yeah, I asked her ages ago" Fred answered him

"I thought you two were going together" George whispered.

you and Fred looked at each other and burst out laughing at the younger twins words

"never" you both said at the same time

"oh" he nodded his head slightly in response, making you and Fred look at each other wondering what he's getting to

"you two should go together" Fred suggested, subtly winking at you

"I would rather go with moaning myrtle then her!" George laughed a little too much, slapping his knee and he chuckled

"I'm gonna go, I need to help Hermione study" you awkwardly got up and said bye to them as you started walking away

you heard footsteps approaching you and you sped up

"wait up!" you heard George yell out to you, you rolled your eyes and slowed down

he get to you and walked along with you

"so how are you?" he questioned

"why?"

"can't i ask my beautiful best friend how she is?" he wondered, tilting his head

his words made you stop in your tracks, leaving him confused as he stopped and looked back at you

"what?" he smiled

"what are you doing?" you glared at him

he frowned at your words

"what do you mean?" he stepped towards you

"you've been doing this for so long now and I'm getting tired of it" you replied annoyed at him

"tired of what? what did I do?"

"you come in and break me and Fred apart like your jealous then insult me and then go back to being nice, make up your mind" you huffed

"I'm not jealous" he denied

"ok well then, what was all the sitting between us and pushing him out of the way to be next to me? are you playing with me?" you crossed your arms defensively

he sighed, not knowing what to say

"you act like you like me and then you completely shut me off. make up your mind or just stop talking to me" you demanded

he swallowed deeply

"did Fred tell you?" he wondered

"he told me months ago" you responded

"I thought you were with Fred, so I gave up trying," he started "I do like you"

"doesn't seem like it" you moved past him, walking away

"what do you want from me? you told me to make up my mind and then I told you how I felt, is that not what you wanted?" he questioned, keeping up with you

"George, you just insulted me not even 5 minutes ago? if you fancy me then show it! or I'm not going to believe you" you spat, annoyed by him

"why do you think I went off talking to other girls? love- I-" he started before you cut him off

"George, I don't care anymore. I really don't. you can't say you like somebody to then act like a complete arse after, if you fancy me then prove it!" you spoke angrily before walking off, leaving him there

George had tried his best to show you his feelings. giving you little gifts, sending you owls, going with you everywhere you went and telling you sweet things he liked about you

but you didn't yet trust him fully, he was only doing this because you told him to show his feelings, if you hadn't said that, what would he be doing instead of being with you right now?

you were heading to the library when you heard the all so familiar voice call out your name from behind you

you turned around, bracing yourself for more gifts and compliments

he caught up to you, his hands holding something wrapped in brown wrapping paper

"mum made you it, for Christmas, you can open it now or on the day" he cleared his throat, handing you it

Christmas was in 2 days- and the Yule ball

you took the package, knowing what it is and smiled, thanking him, making a mental note to send Molly an Owl to thank her

"so, I was just wondering if you'd like to go to the Ball with me?" he asked, rubbing his hands on his jeans

"I'm sorry- I'm uh- I'm going with Lee" you frowned. Feeling bad when his face fell

"Oh- right ok" he nodded vigorously and you noticed his Adams apple bob as he gulped

"Sorry- he asked me a few weeks ago seen as we both didn't have dates" you apologised

"Well, you can ditch him if you want. Seen as though it's not a romantic type of date" George suggested selfishly

"How could you ask me to do that? Just because it isn't a romantic date means I'd trade him for someone who wants me romantically" you shook your head.

"I'm sure he'd understand, he's one of my best mates" he shrugged

"George if you wanted to go with me you should have asked me instead of going off with other girls just because you were jealous of me and Fred" you exclaimed

"Well you were the one who told me to prove my feelings. I could of asked you ages ago!" He argued

"Then you should of! And instead of getting mad at me for having another date because YOU WOULDN'T ASK ME! You could learn from your mistakes and not get caught up in ugly emotions. They don't suit you, George" You raised your voice "and next time there's a ball you can pack up the courage before it's too late!"

"I thought you and Fred were together" he spoke sadly

"Well instead of going off with other girls yuu could ask me and talk to us yourself!" You yelled

"Yeah but I never wanted them, you're the one I want! You're the one I've wanted for years!" He cried out

"Yeah well next time you know what to do then, don't you?"

He stayed silent for a moment "yeah" he whispered nodding his head slowly

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claymoresword · 1 year

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I Choose Her | Chp 1

Hermione Granger x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Summary: You are the daughter of two known death eaters from one of the oldest and richest families in the wizarding world. Are you truly prepared to give up everything you know for Hermione Granger?

Pairing: Hermione x Reader

Wordcount: 1.6k

Warnings: smut (?) , mention of death, draco malfoy sympathiser, ron weasley hater

Note: i wrote this for completely selfish reasons just like i do most things so i'm not sure if anyone's gonna enjoy this but me.. but if u do let me know! I do plan on expanding on this just not totally sure if i want to continue this as a full fic or just drabbles... again if u have a preference let me know lol

Also this is set during 6th year (half blood prince) if that's not clear.. anyway hope u enjoy!

You are the daughter of one of the richest and oldest wizarding families. Both your mother and father are known Death Eaters. They've raised you to follow in their footsteps, upholding the family's honor has always been taught to be your only priority.

You never had the desire to defile your parents, no goals beyond the ones laid out for you by them.

This all changed when you met Hermione Granger.

The Gryffindor girl turned your world upside down. Your affection for her forced you to question your principles, your morals, everything important to you. Everything you thought you knew.

The two of you were assigned to sit next to each other in potions in year 5. She saw you struggling and offered to help you a few times and naturally the two of you started speaking to each other more.

The chances of you meeting, let alone forming a friendship was slim to none, and yet somehow it happened.

Your relationship blossomed rather quickly, you had just met but it felt like you've known each other your entire lives. Within just a few months she even convinced you to join Dumbledore's Army and you truly believed in the cause, even after Umbridge shut it down.

Although you were a little hesistant to let Hermione in at first. You weren't sure if you wanted her to really know you.

For her, it was different. Meeting you felt like a breath of fresh air. Eventhough you were a Slytherin, she thought you to be the most profound person she'd ever met. She felt that she could truly open up to you without judgement.

She shared everything with you. Her passions, her dreams, her most piercing sorrows.

In turn, you opened up to her as well. Both of you deeply appreciated the solace you provide each other.

Hermione fell in love with you for many reasons, but what really stood out to her was your heart. Your perpetuity for kindness. You don't extend it to just anyone ofcourse. You don't believe everybody deserves kindness, most people use it as a weapon, a way to take advantage of you.

However, the compassion you showed her had always been constant and unconditional.

You were the most selfless person she knew.

Eventhough she couldn't fully understand why you treated certain people harsher than others, she still respected you. She trusted your judgement completely. Hermione was incredibly intelligent and you seemed to be the only other person that was her equal in that respect.

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You were alone with Hermione in the Room Of Requirement. The two of you spent most of your free periods there because it was the only place you could be together free of judgement from others.

The other Slytherins still made comments about you hanging around Hermione, a Gryffindor, a muggle born. Your own parents have sternly warned you multiple times to keep different company but you will not give them the satisfaction. They just don't understand what Hermione meant to you.

You were willing to give up everything to be with her, this you were certain.

Hermione was sitting on the floor and you were laying down, your head was in her lap. She's stroking your hair as you listened to her tell you the things that have been happening with Ron lately.

She has been aware of Ron's crush on her for a few years now but it had only gotten more intense since year 4. She cares a lot for Ron but she feels no romantic feelings for him.

Hermione can't bring herself to tell him because Ron can be very emotional and might take it too personally, she doesn't want to risk ruining their friendship. She can't exactly tell Harry about any of it so she results to venting about it to you.

You've made a few snide remarks towards the ginger haired boy from time to time because honestly, you found him a bit pathetic but a part of you still empathizes with him.

Hermione is remarkable. Mature beyond her years, exceptionally bright and truly breathtakingly beautiful. You loved and adored her with all your heart and you understood why he would think the same.

Your heart swells everytime you look at her and every moment spent with her you felt the urge to pinch yourself, just to make sure you weren't dreaming.

Hermione finishes telling you about Ron and you're met with a few seconds of silence, your mind started to wander.

You let out a sigh.

"What is it?" Hermione asks, worried she had said something wrong to upset you.

"Nothing it's just-" You started, not quite sure if it was worth sharing with your girlfriend.

You decided to tell her anyway.

"Draco's been really distant lately and I don't understand why." You admitted.

"The more I try to get him to talk to me the more he pushes me away. The only time he ever really speaks to me is to try and convince me to join the Death Eaters." You paused, unsure if this was a topic suitable to discuss with her.

Hermione just hums in response, indicating that she's listening and wants you to continue.

"I don't know, I cant put my finger on it but my gut tells me that something really bad is about to happen." You finish.

"Well from what I've seen your gut is rarely ever wrong. Do you think maybe becoming a death eater changed him? Maybe he's distant because you refuse to become one of them." The brown haired girl suggests.

"Maybe, I just feel like there's more to it. I can't shake the feeling that there's something big he's not telling me." You answer as your eyebrows furrow.

You do love Draco, you understood he acts the way he does because of his father's harsh treatment and expectations of him. Something you can deeply relate to.

You felt for him. He was like a brother to you and it troubled you that he wasn't being honest.

Hermione moves her hand to your forehead, she rubs small circles with her thumb near the crease of your eyebrows. You close your eyes at the sensation, taking in a deep breath.

You feel yourself relax almost immediately.

"I'm sorry he's not speaking to you, I know how much you care for him." Hermione says honestly.

"But maybe its for the best." Your girlfriend voices out and your eyes shoot open.

Hermione notices your confused look so she continues.

"I just mean that since he's with the death eaters now maybe it's better that he's avoiding you. It makes it easier for you to stay away from them." Hermione clarifies.

You close your eyes again and she resumes the pattern of rubbing her thumb across your forehead.

"Maybe you're right." You pause. "I still miss who he was before all of this."

"I suspect you feel the same." You add.

You sit up now looking at her in the eyes.

"Meaning?" Hermione asks her eyebrows now furrowed.

"I meant with Harry. On top of everything that's already going on I heard he lost Sirius. I can't imagine how he's handling it all." You explain.

"He has been a lot angrier lately, I try my best to give him the space he needs. But I think he knows he needs Ron and I now more than ever." She replies.

"Well how are you dealing with all this?" You ask Hermione, earnestly.

She doesn't say anything for a few seconds. A full smile suddenly forming across her face, your girlfriend leans in and plants a kiss on your lips.

Your initial shock dissipates quickly as you kiss her back with just as much need.

"Okay, what was that for?" You breathe out against her lips as soon as she pulled away.

"You are the only person to ever ask me how I am." The brown haired girl states.

You let out a laugh. A smile now spread across your face.

"Well I am your girlfriend I think it would be a bit shitty if I didn't care about your well being." You quipped.

She leans forward and places her lips against yours again, this time she moves her entire body and straddles you, legs on either side of your hips.

"I don't think you understand how amazing you are." Hermione says looking into your eyes as she grabs your face in both her hands.

You lean in to kiss her again, deeply. All your love for the smaller girl pouring out into a single kiss.

Hermione shifts in your lap and your hands reflexively move to rest on her waist. She runs her tongue across your bottom lip signaling that she wanted to deepen the kiss, you allow her.

Her tongue meets yours and she lets out a small moan at the sensation. Your hands glide to her back and eventually settling on her ass.

Your breathing both getting heavier as the kiss becomes more heated. Your hands roam Hermione's body and she squirms in your lap, wanting to feel more of you.

You disconnect your lips to plant a kiss on Hermione's neck, you run your tongue along the base of her jaw and this earned another moan from your girlfriend. Her hand finds the back of your neck and she pulls you in closer.

You move your hands up to find Hermione's tie, you loosen it and she lets you pull it over her head. Just as you were about to unbutton her shirt you are interrupted by footsteps.

You hear someone clear their throat.

"Y/n." Draco says, his tone indifferent to the sight before him.

Hermione scrambles off your lap and you both quickly stand up, gathering yourselves.

"Draco." You respond, matching his attitude.

You step forward, deliberately placing yourself in between Hermione and Draco. You understood that she could handle herself but there is still no telling what he might try and do to her in his current state.

It was then you took notice of the green apple he had in his hand, becoming increasingly perplexed. You didn't understand what his business was.

"Now what brings you here?" You ask, meeting his stern gaze.

#hermione x reader #harry ron hermione #hogwarts #gryffindor #slytherin #death eaters #slytherin au #room of requirement #harry potter #ron weasley #hermione granger imagine #harry x hermione #ron x hermione

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AO3 Wrapped - 15 rare pair recs

God bless the rare pairs! I haven’t read much in 2023 but what I’ve read definitely left a lasting impression on me. The @dronarryfest stole the show alongside some delicious Kinkuary treats, but I’m happy that I found time to explore wlw and one or two new ships. A massive shoutout to these incredible creators for sharing brilliant works with us. Please give them some love! Here's to a wonderful 2024 with more rare pair galore 🥂

💍 Something Old, Something New by @indigo-scarf (T, 3k) - Droyle

queerplatonic relationship | weddings | fluff

Draco said he would marry Goyle if they ended up single.

⚖️ One or the Other by @sleepstxtic (E, 3k) - Dorcas/Narcissa, Dorcas/Marlene

war fic | spy Dorcas | infidelity

Dorcas becomes a murderer at eight o’clock on a Friday night.

🛏️ The Roommates by @citrusses (E, 3.6k) - Sirius/Draco, endgame Drarry

rough sex | voyeurism | light D/s

Harry would later wonder if, that first time it happened, he hadn’t been meant to find out all along.

📷 collarbones like a bow, skin an arrow to the heart by @lqtraintracks (E, 4k) - Ginsy

non-binary Ginny | UST | Daddy kink

Gin’s adjusting the lighting for their next shoot when in walks the new model Luna was so enthusiastic about, and that’s when they know they’re in deep shit.

🪢 As We Tremble and We Bleed by @lqtraintracks (E, 6k) - Hardy

angst with a happy ending | infidelity (Hinny) | family dynamics

Or: Everybody commits angsty-hot adultery, is mostly miserable, and then finds happiness.

💧Boy Wonder by @maesterchill (E, 6k) - Dronarry

getting together | threesome | dacryphilia

Ron Weasley is a people guy. Gets on well with others, loves to socialise. Despite that, he can never figure people out. When Hermione reveals a very intimate secret about Harry, Ron begins to wonder about a few things.

♟️ Can't Start a Fire Without a Spark by @writcraft (E, 8k) - Rarry

friends to lovers | jealousy | first time (Ron)

It’s getting harder to hear about Harry’s casual one-night stands, but Ron can’t work out why. He meets plenty of women, he wants his friend to be happy and it can’t be jealousy, because Ron is straight. Isn’t he?

🪶 Let Be, Let Be by @tackytigerfic (M, 10k) - Dronarry

established Drarry | Veela!Ron | jealousy | magical theory

Ron's never had a place to really call his own, so when the deeds to an ancient magical house in Bulgaria appear in his Gringotts vault, he ropes in his Curse-Breaker best friend (and his Curse-Breaker best friend's Field Healer boyfriend) to come and check the place out with him.

🐺 Stopper & Reeve by @vdoshu (E, 10k) - Tedrarry

established Drarry | knotting | breeding kink | sex toys

Teddy gets his very first knot stuck in his fleshlight. And somehow that’s not the worst part of his day.

🐉 The Sun, Shining Above You by @oknowkiss (E, 14k) - Dronarry

dragon tamers Drarry | hurt/comfort | D/s undertones

Since joining up with the dragontamers, Draco counts his days in nights. Nights spent drinking in the commune mess, making poor choices he doesn't regret, for once. Nights he doesn't remember, and nights he wishes he could stop remembering.

🪴 Silhouettes by @sweet-s0rr0w (E, 17k) - Dronarry

established Rarry | sentient houses | grief | gardening

Draco's trying to fix the Burrow, Ron's trying to grieve, and Harry... well, just what is Harry actually doing, anyway? A tale of grief, gardening, and ghouls, bad memories, bad puns, and bad flirting, and nudity both accidental and very, very deliberate.

🧩 Things Remembered by avioleta (E, 17k) - Harry/Snape

memory loss | murder boyfriends | first time

Harry wakes up in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar hotel room, and with absolutely no idea who he is. The man he’s in bed with has no memories either. But they think, maybe, they’re assassins, because they seem to be very good at killing people.

🌶️ 🪙 Kinkuary collection by @sorrybutblog (E, 20k) - multiple ships & kinks

A collection of smutty ficlets written for HP Kinkuary 2023. Tags will be updated as chapters are added. Pairings are in chapter headings!

📻 empire builders by shecrows (E, 25k) - James/Sirius

friends to lovers | power dynamics | coming of age

James, Sirius, and a summer in the south of Devon.

🌶️ 🐺 Kinkuary collection by @wolfpants (E, 42k) - multiple ships & kinks

A collection of 28 short fics spanning different pairings and inspired by the Kinkuary 2023 prompts! A mix of M and E ratings. Expect rare pairs, Drarry, crossgen, group sex, dirtyhotwrong... you name it!

#ao3 wrapped #hp rare pair #Sitp faves

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Still on my mission to give my two cents about Fierce Valor and as so many of you seemed to enjoy it here we have some more highlights

Notes: I highly recommend you to read the book and take your own conclusions as this is my view from my experience, but I do understand that it's not so accesible, specially if you are from outside US too, so please KEEP THAT IN MIND

Apparently Ron got along with Lewis Nixon!! because listen up Lew would give the men some detailed info of their objectives and geography *pterodatcyl noises. So the show got it right when they gave us Lew and Maps *more pterodactyl noises*

okay this nerd was really good because apparently he could locate himself and his men because he remembered the topography from one of the sand tables he studied (probably with Lew)

Its funny how they gave us two perspectives from the "No prisioners" orders, we have Dick Winters being "no but they told us that 'cause they though we would be in so much danger" and then Ron it's just "What am I supposed to do with those nazis?" *plays Another One Bites the Dust by Queen*

then we came to the Brécourt Manor Assault and it's simply amazing how everybody was stunned by the sudden outburst of fury from our very own Dick Winters!!! guy asked for ammunition and got his bullets (and Ron too)

at this point there is my fav bit so far because Ron Speirs and some guys from Dog and Fox came to the rescue of Easy, he was a crazy son of a bitch, he ran alone at first and even Wild Bill Guarnere was stunned and hyped by his actions he even said AND TO QUOTE "Speirs was as nutty as I was"

LISTEN WE WERE ROBBED OF SPEIRS BEING A SILLY WEIRDO because he just shoved a grenade into the mud and held it in place with his boot?? (crazy son of a bitch remember?) and then the grenade exploded, he was knocked down and then when he was okay he realized his boot was simmering and YELPED because it was too hot, then started to stomp it until cooled down and then waved to the other guys just like in the show, also he got some blisters on his foot for it

he was so vengeful, remember when I said he was a troublemaker? Well when the superior who got him switched from Charlie to Dog died he said that "the Krauts saved me a job!"

I absolutely love the respect and I dare say, the admiration, he and Dick had for each other, there is so much praise from one to another, it's even cute so it leads me to believe we haven't had enough of Dick + Ron in the show

man was really good at keeping his emotions bottled up (derrogatory) he clearly cared for his men for sure and was really hard on himself too, so far it's pretty clear that he does regrets some of his actions but he keeps this attitude of "what is done is done"

That's if for today kids!!

taglist: @mads-weasley , @mutantmanifesto and @love--persevering

if you want me to tag you for this series let me know

#ronald speirs #ron speirs #lewis nixon #dick winters #jess reads fierce valor #mw*#band of brothers

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48 + 63 please! (i love your writing!!)

48: fake dating + 63: everybody knows/mistaken for couple send me a trope mash-up!

"It might be, er," said Potter, "a bit weird having to tell everyone we aren't together after this, won't it?"

Draco stared at him blankly. "Yes," he said, slowly. "It might be a bit weird. I assumed you'd thought that through before agreeing to this, frankly, and it's a bit late to back out—"

"Will you stop acting like a maniac," Potter said, waving him away impatiently. "I did think it through; I was just making sure you did, too. It's not like we have another plan, anyway." And they didn't: they had to go to this function as a couple so that people would think Draco had horrible mushy feelings for Potter and so that their target, if all went well, would kidnap him instead of Granger or one of the Weasleys.

Draco may have been a little hasty to suggest this particular plan, but Potter seemed none the wiser. It was fine. It wasn't as if he was protesting.

"All right," Potter said. He wrapped his arm around Draco's waist, splaying his fingers possessively over his abdomen. His grip was steady and warm. "Ready?" Draco swallowed.

"Obviously," he said coolly, slinging his arm over Potter's shoulders in return, and they opened the doors together.

He was expecting a bit of an uproar: cameras flashing, their friends' faces transformed into matching expressions of shock and awe, probably at least one person fainting. What he got instead was: cameras flashing, sure, but no more than usual for Potter, and their friends barely glancing their way.

Half an hour spent socialising brought only the most banal conversation, even as Potter tucked his face into the crook of Draco's neck to laugh several times and Draco—well, mostly turned very pink and tried not to freeze at the contact. Finally, Granger came over, handing them both a glass of champagne, and said, in her brusque, businesslike way: "You're both finally done hiding it, then?"

"Sorry?" asked Potter, his smile fading. "Hiding—hiding what?"

Granger gestured at the two of them. "Surely you're not still trying to hide it," she said. "You're doing an even worse job than usual if you are."

"Sorry?" echoed Draco.

"Ron thought you'd take another few months to tell us," she said, like she wasn't completely upsetting the world's balance the more she spoke, "but Blaise said knowing you, you couldn't keep it to yourself for much longer."

"Right." Potter blinked once, then seemed to adjust: his back straightened; his hand relaxed against Draco's hip. "Yeah. He wanted to tell you right away; you know how he gets," he continued, and smoothly ignored Draco's elbow digging into his side. "How—how long have you guys suspected?"

"Oh, since the Christmas party, at least. Surely it hasn't been longer than that?"

Five months? Draco wanted to yelp, but instead he said: "Bang on, Granger. Should've known you knew already."

She smiled. "I'm happy for you. And I'm glad you're finally comfortable telling us."

"We were comfortable telling you before," said Potter, because he was completely terrible about these things and very easily done in by guilt. "We just—it was so new."

So new, Draco mouthed incredulously, and this time Potter elbowed him. After a few more minutes, she got dragged into a debate about charm theory with Astoria, leaving Potter and Draco alone and out of earshot of most of the party.

"Well," Potter said, awkwardly. "Looks like we might have to, um. Keep at it, then."

"Keep at it," Draco repeated, and then he laughed, the noise a bit choked and hysterical. "Yes. Fine. Let's keep at it. And just to get a little more convincing—"

"I thought the problem was we were too convincing—"

"Just shut up and let me kiss you," said Draco, and Potter, for once, obeyed.

#drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #hp #mine #writing #ask #anon #this was cute :P and probably a bit long. oh well #thank you for the ask anon!!

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Listen listen listen I don’t have an addiction I’m just a Ravenclaw who thinks Hermione is cool and Ron is cute ok I don’t have a problem (I probably do) but like I was imagining a couple months down the line when Ron and y/n are more comfortable they start hugging in public, Ron has his hand on y/n’s back when they’re walking together, etc, and Hermione’s like NOT IN MY WIZARDING ACADEMY and scares the everliving shit out of ron when his hand “wanders” a bit too low (again, a problem is likely)

Getting Handsy

Literally been having such a shitty week and these are what's keeping me alive- if you have a problem so do I.

I LOVE IT WHEN THEY GET ALL COMFY- like don't get me wrong, the awkward beginnings are adorable, but when they finally feel 100% comfortable with each other its so cute!

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Requested by: @mailmango

Ron Weasley x Male!Ravenclaw!Granger!Reader

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Dating (Y/N) had felt like a dream to Ron, and the same going for (Y/N). They had been dating for almost six months when they started doing more PDA in public. Holding hands, hugging, kissing, all of it.

Ron couldn't keep his hands off (Y/N), mostly because physical touch is his love language, but also because he felt comfort whenever he could feel his boyfriend.

It didn't bother (Y/N) in the slightest so they would often be seen doing PDA, much to Hermione's dismay.

It was the last week of school before summer break, and Ron was getting clingy. He couldn't stand not being able to see (Y/N) everyday and would miss him dearly, so he wasn't planning on missing an opportunity to love his boyfriend in person.

They were at one of the last quidditch games, Harry as seeker and Ron as keeper, against the Slytherins. After they'd won, everybody began crowding the Gryffindor team.

(Y/N) and Hermione decided to stand outside the crowd, choosing life over being trampled. Suddenly they saw Ron and Harry squeezing through the edge of the crowd and make their way towards them.

"Ron, Harry! You both did wonderfully!" (Y/N) congratulated, pulling Ron into a hug. Ron's hands went down to his waist, pulling him close as he returned it.

"Thanks, (Y/N), seems like practice payed off," Harry laughed, eyes darting around as if he was looking for somebody.

Hermione brushed off his shoulders and fixed his hair in a sisterly way, patting his cheek after. "It wasn't all practice, you've got talent that brought you the rest of the way."

Harry smiled down at her, "Thanks, 'Mione."

He started to whisper something to her and they walked a little ways off, not that Ron and (Y/N) minded.

Lips locked, they rocked back and forth in their spot, gentle kisses placed on each others lips. (Y/N) pulled back and peppered his face in kisses, causing a giggle to escape his lips.

When the kiss became more heated, Ron's hands started roaming (and so did (Y/N)'s).

"Weasley, get your hands off my brother and have some shame!" Hermione completely interrupted her conversation with Harry as she started storming towards the couple. "You are in the middle of the quidditch field for gods sake!"

Having the sense to look embarrassed, Ron broke off of (Y/N) at her shouting, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck.

"As much as I enjoyed that," (Y/N) whispered to Ron, "Hermione's right. You need to get cleaned up and head to dinner," he finished loud enough so they could all hear.

Running his hands down Ron's arms, he took hold of his hand and pulled him along to the castle, looking back and laughing at how red his face was.

They could hear Hermione scoff in disgust as she walked beside Harry, glaring at their joined hands.

"Didn't take you as the overprotective type, 'Mione," Harry thought aloud, finding amusement in what had happened.

"I just don't get why they constantly have to run off to snog every five minutes, much less do it in front of me. Ron's getting very cheeky with his hands," she hissed, squinting at the back of his head.

"You're still friends with him, right?" Harry seemed a touch concerned, realizing he hadn't payed much thought to how their relationships had been going (he'd been so focused on his own).

"That's what's so weird about it! He's completely normal whenever (Y/N) isn't around, maybe a bit gloomy, but tolerable. He usually doesn't talk to me about (Y/N) after I threatened to use an unforgivable curse on him-" Hermione shrugged nonchalantly before she was cut off.

"You what?" Harry guffawed, knowing (more like hoping) she was joking. "You threatened him?"

"He's dating my little brother! I had to do something," Hermione shot back, glaring indignantly at him.

"Alright, as an only child I can't argue with that. And you and (Y/N) still get on without Ron there?"

"Of course we do. We still fight, but we'd fight whether he's dating my friend or not."

"Don't they both seem happier together?" Harry speculated, watching Ron bump his shoulder into (Y/N)'s as they laughed about something he said.

Hermione watched them too, her shoulders deflating some. "I just don't want to watch him get hurt. Either of them, really," she admitted.

"It's not your responsibility to pick up after them, Hermione. If something happened between them- they're big boys. They can figure it out themselves. Don't get me wrong, you can still support them both and comfort them, but it wouldn't be your problem to solve. They got together just fine on their own, didn't they?" Harry lectured wisely.

Staring at him like he had two heads, Hermione shook hers, "Where'd you pull that from, Potter? I've never heard be you so emotionally mature before..."

Harry just shrugged, a blush warming his face.

"Ohhh... this is about-"

"Harry!" A voice called from behind them, making Harry look back. A smile brightened his face and he patted Hermione's shoulder.

"I'll see you guys later, save me a seat at the table!" And he was off.

Great, now she had to third wheel.

...

That night Hermione stumbled sleepily down the common room stairs, rubbing her eyes awake. She'd woken up in the middle of the night and wanted to go down to the kitchens for something to eat.

The crackling of the fire threw her off, someone must've been down there. Creeping further out of the shadows Hermione saw who it was.

Asleep and tangled around each other on the couch was her brother and best friend. (Y/N) was on top of Ron, drool dripping onto Ron's shirt and legs intertwined. Ron was holding (Y/N) with a blanket thrown over them (their feet sticking out).

Hermione stopped for a moment, taking in the scene in front of her. Harry's words came back to her, and instead of worrying she smiled, pulling the blanket over their feet and adding a log to the fire.

Sneaking out quietly she made her way down to the kitchens, running into someone on the way there...

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Okay I'm giving Hermione one too, but it's gonna be a little different than these!

This one was oddly emotional?? Don't ask me why-

-Author Max <3

#fanfiction #x reader #fluff #x he/him reader #x male!reader #harry potter #harry potter x male!reader #harry potter fandom #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter x reader #ron weasley x reader #ron x male!reader #ron weasely #ron weasley x male!reader

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I am finally ready to dive back into my love of Ron Weasley but I have not been on Tumblr in a while so hi, I'm an etymology, personality type, and rarepairs nerd pls talk to me about Ron Weasley.

#ron weasley #everybody loves ron weasley #protect ron weasley at all costs #ron weasley fan club

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Day 25: Merry Christmas

“Merry Christmas!” Arthur and Molly said as they opened the door.

“Merry Christmas.” Harry replied before pulling them into a greeting hug.

“Merry Christmas.” Draco followed but just shook Arthur’s hand.

After the night at the Malfoy’s Manor with his mother, Harry could see that Draco was now anxious about doing boxing day with the Weasleys. He grabbed his hand and pulled him into the house. It wasn’t the first time they came to the Burrow together but he could still feel the sweaty hands. After some years of dating, Draco was still guilty about Fred’s death, thinking it was his fault and that he would never belong in their family.

But Harry could see it. Ginny and George offering him biscuits, Ron talking to him as if they had always been friends and arguing about Quidditch. Charlie talking about dragons to him and always saying that he loved Draco’s name. Bill and Percy were most silent but they never did harm to him.

“Now that everybody’s here, let’s open the gifts!” Molly ordered before plopping onto the couch.

Hermione got new books, Ron got fancy candies from Draco, all the Weasley plus Harry got a new jumper from Molly. Draco was shocked about Harry’s gift for him.

“Where did you get this?” He asked, completely stunned by the vials and their effects.

“It’s from a Greek potioneer.” Harry said proudly. “If you think you could sell some in your shop, he would be more than happy to sell you some more.”

“That’s… fantastic, Harry, thank you so much!” Draco hugged him directly and the whole family cheered for them.

They kept opening presents from everybody. Harry was filled with joy as they watched them all being spoiled. He could watch the entire family in their new jumpers, even Hermione and Fleur got one, showing that they were part of the family too. Once they were done, chatting along with each other about their gifts, Arthur got up to put them on the table. Harry got up to thank Charlie for the dragon treats for his own little dragon.

“Draco dear,” Molly called a bit louder so everybody stopped talking.. “I think you have one more gift.”

Draco looked at Harry, confused, but Harry could only shrug. He didn’t know what the matriarch of the Wealsey had in mind and he could only watch his boyfriend walking toward her. She held a green wrapped gift and smiled at him when he took the package. He opened it and gasped at the view. Harry walked behind him and stiffened. A dark green wool jumper in his hand with the letter ‘D’ carved in grey in the middle.

“I think it’s time for you to have one, don’t you think?” Molly smiled lovingly at Draco who could only sob before pulling her into a hug.

Harry watched the scene with so much pride and love toward his boyfriend. Now there wasn’t any reason to be anxious about the Weasley’s. He was now an official member of the family. Harry’s family.

<< Day 24 by @peachydreamxx

<< Day 1 by me, to start at the begining

Thank you all for reading this calendar, today was our last day 🎄❤️ Merry Christmas to you all ✨

#Peachy&Nelween drarry advent calendar #drarry #drarry microfic #nelweensfic #drarry advent calendar #harry x draco #christmas

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For era #2 (1989/evermore) of @cruelsummer-ficfest 💕

✨ Gold Rush ✨

My mind turns your life into folklore

I can't dare to dream about you anymore

“There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

“Anything you want.”

“You say that every day.”

“It’s true every day. I’m all yours. So what’s on the agenda?”

“You and Lavender.”

“Ugh. Pass.”

“Ron.”

“Why don’t I just throw myself off a bluff into the ocean instead?”

“Ron.”

“Okay, okay. What about me and Lavender?”

“Well, I suppose it’s more so about me and Lavender…”

“Were you snogging her, too?”

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake. I’m going to push you off a bluff into the ocean.”

“Honestly, Hermione, out with it, then. What about me and you and Lavender?”

“I never apologized to you.”

“You did, actually, about a hundred times.”

“For the birds, yes. Not for the rest of it.”

“I think the rest of it was more my doing, so…”

“I should’ve been more clear about my intentions for Slughorn’s Christmas party. And about my feelings for you in general.”

“You really don’t have to apologize for that.”

“I do. You’ve said plenty of sorry’s over the past few weeks, and I owe you some, too. Maybe if I had told you how I felt last year, we wouldn’t have wasted so much time.”

“If you’d told me how you felt, I probably would have snogged you right there in the greenhouse, and we’d have both wound up in detention. Besides, you could say that about a lot of things in the past year—hell, the past few years—but that doesn’t make it your fault that we missed out on that time.”

“I should’ve fought for you.”

“Fought for me? You make it sound like I’m the last of Mum’s Christmas biscuits around nine hungry Weasleys.”

“Well, that’s sort of how it felt last year, with everybody wondering what it would be like to love you.”

“Who’s everybody?”

“Okay, maybe not everyone. But Lavender and I, obviously. Hannah Abbott and Susan Bones both thought you were quite fit. And I do believe Anthony Goldstein would have been interested if you were so inclined.”

“Huh. Always wondered why he wanted my help with homework instead of yours. Suppose Wingardium Leviosa wasn’t the only one of my charms that caught his eye.”

“You are so lame. Why do I love you, again?”

“You just said it, I’m good with my wand.”

“Anyway…I didn’t like the Ron Weasley gold rush that seemed to be taking place. Selfishly, I hated the idea that I was going to have to compete for your attention.”

“You had it already, you know.”

“Until I didn’t. I didn’t make it clear that my hat was in the ring, and when Lavender kissed you, I folded. You had every right to carry on with her, even though I hated every second of it. I always wondered what it must be like to grow up that beautiful, and then she had you, too…”

“Hermione—”

“I was jealous, and I acted foolishly, and I took you for granted. You had to nearly die for me to see how horrible I was to you. So I’m sorry.”

“Apology still not necessary, but accepted.”

“Thank you.”

“For what it’s worth? You wouldn’t have had to fight that hard, if you had. It’s always been you. No contest.”

“For me, too. No contest.”

“But…do you ever think maybe it’s a good thing I had that little detour with Lavender?”

“You know, the wind really is quite strong out here on the coast. I could make your death look like an accident.”

“I’m serious. We don’t know what would have happened if you and I got together sooner. I do know we’re here now. I wouldn’t trade the path we took, because I wouldn’t want to end up somewhere else.”

“That’s actually very sweet.”

“Always the—”

“—tone of surprise, yes, yes, I know. I should stop being surprised by you by now, but it keeps things exciting, doesn’t it?”

“Good save.”

“Speaking of surprises, do you think Harry realizes anything has changed between us?”

“Hermione, the man has got more important things to think about than if you and I have finally got our heads out of our arses. We’re trying to save the world here.”

“So definitely yes?”

“Definitely yes.”

“I suppose it’s not exactly subtle that you’ve been sleeping in my room every night.”

“We don’t sleep every night…”

“That’s beside the point.”

“I think that’s exactly the point, and—are you blushing?”

“We should get back, Fleur will have dinner on soon.”

“I can’t believe you’re blushing. Especially after last night…”

“Ronald!”

“Wow, two weeks together, and you’re already embarrassed of our relationship. That cliff is looking better and better every minute.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, you love me.”

“Alas. Yes, I do. And you love me.”

“Yep. I reckon you’re stuck with me now.”

And the coastal town

We wandered 'round had never

Seen a love as pure as it

#romione #ron weasley #hermione granger #ron x hermione #harry potter #romione fanfiction #cruel summer fic fest #shell cottage

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Rare Pair Fest IV Works - Day 1

HERE!! WE!! GO!!!!! 😍

Title: echoes of the spring Author: dalula Ship/s: Regulus Black/Sirius Black Prompt: #78 Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1439 Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary: A reunion after Sirius's escape from Azkaban.

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Title: Scars to Your Beautiful Author: Ayanadailey Ship: Lavender Brown & Hermione Granger Prompt: Hermione comforts Lavender over her scars Rating: G Word Count: 1962 Warnings: None Summary: Hermione stumbles upon Lavender at St. Mungos and comforts her when she confesses her worries about being a werewolf.

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Title: Growing Suspicion Author: nocturn Ship/s: Marcus Flint/Neville Longbottom Prompt: 128 - Herbology Professor Neville keeps finding uprooted flowers and plants on his desk -- what kind of horrible threats are these? Rating: G Word Count: 1866 Warnings: None Summary: "I'll get to the bottom of this," Neville assured the plants. "Vengeance will be ours."

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Title: Fucking Perfect, Actually Author: @schmem14 Ship/s: Ron Weasley/Cormac McLaggen Prompt: 22 Rating: E Word Count: 9.5 k Warnings: No Archive Warnings apply Summary:

“You didn’t tell me you were gay,” Harry says, voice serious. “I-I’m not—what makes you think—” “—Ron. You have a little black book of all the guys on the team.” “Doesn’t—doesn’t everybody sneak peeks of guys in the shower after practice? It’s good for like… workout tips and stuff. That’s not gay, is it?” Harry just blinks at Ron, and Hermione clears her throat. Ron buries his face in his palms and groans, waiting for Harry’s verdict. Harry’s words are understanding in a way Ron doesn’t want to accept. “Listen, Ron. There’s nothing wrong with it, believe me. I know what you mean about sneaking peeks, but… it is a bit gay, yeah.”

That time Ron Weasley took forever to realize he's secretly in love with his meathead hockey rival, Cormac McLaggen.

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Winter changes it all - Third chapter

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Synopsis: Fred´s way to thank you is to share with you the songs he likes and discuss them.

Warnings: none!

First chapter / Second chapter / Fourth Chapter

"Music brings people together"

After they ran away to a very angry McGonagall, you went to the library, being at peace finally. You started the essay, and for the following two hours, you kept working on it, searching on as many books with the subject of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy as you could. However, your mind kept going back to what had happened earlier. Have you done the right thing?

It seemed so, but at the same time, if Umbridge called you to her office, you could expect many bad things to happen. First, she would probably torture you or something. Second, most of the Slytherins would shit on you since you disrespected the princess that fulfills their whims. And finally, you were sure someone would tell your parents why Umbridge punished you: “Oh, she was just protecting the Weasley twins and their friend!”.

However, you kept calm, putting your things back in your bag to leave the library and carrying them to your next class, History of Magic.

The next day you found yourself alone, sitting on the floor with your back to the wall, far away from the center of the middle courtyard while the other students were spread all around the place. You looked around, seeing no one you knew. So you returned to the book you brought with you, planning on going to the inside of the building once your Divinations class started.

However you still had to wait an hour, therefore you had chosen to relax for a while and do anything apart from studying. The book you were reading was Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them, a recommendation from one of your friends, and you appreciated the recommendation since you were loving Scamander’s book.

His love and care for the creatures he wrote about were noticeable, and you adored knowing more about the unknown. Knowledge is never too much, and you liked to thank everybody who shares theirs.

“Hello there!” Your head quickly rose from the book you had in your hands. Fred stood in front of you with a gentle smile while the winter sun that peered through the already falling leaves lighted his freckles.

“Hello.” Your greeting came out more like a question, you thought. He could forgive you for that, after all, you weren’t used to people besides your Slytherin colleagues coming to greet you.

“What are you reading?” Fred asks before crouching in front of you, touching the back of your book with his finger before you brushed him off. “I won’t steal it, Ma’am. I’m not really interested in wildlife like my brother,” he says before balancing his feet and plopping on the floor.

“George?” The question slipped your mouth before you noticed. You didn’t want him to think you were that interested in keeping his company, your book was still waiting to be read.

He nods in disagreement. “No, Charlie. He’s in Romania working with dragons.” You would never have the courage to work with dragons. They scare you from how big they are. There’s a reason why you swore to never set foot near a dragon after last year’s task on the Triwizard Tournament.

You nodded quietly, letting your gaze fall on your book again. Maybe if luck chose to bless you he would leave without any other word. However, luck never favored you, and you knew it.

“Thank you, for yesterday.” You look up at him again, seeing his smile for the millionth time. Did they never frown?!

“You don’t have to. I just did what I wanted and what I thought that was needed to do,” you explained simply, expecting he would just nod and leave you.

However you heard someone approach the two of you, and as you glanced back up again you met someone you never exchanged a word with.

“Fred.” At Ron’s call, the ginger turns his head and looks at his younger brother that wore a confused expression, probably wondering what was his brother doing with you.

“What is it?” Fred asks and you just turn your head over to the book again, not wanting to listen to anything.

“I-“ Ron was going to ask his question, but curiosity won over his doubt. “What are you doing with her?” He whispers as he leans to speak to Fred who’s still sitting on the floor.

You roll your eyes. As if you hadn’t heard him. He was probably going to say to Fred how grueling you could be or what awful things you were capable of doing as if you haven’t saved Fred’s life once. Metaphorically speaking.

“That’s none of your business,” Fred whispers back a little bit frustrated. “Just ask what you wanted!”

“But it’s-“

You knew he was going to keep talking about you, so all of a sudden you stood up, alarming both gingers in front of you. “Goodbye, Weasleys,” you said coldly before starting to walk through the yard with your book next to your chest.

You did not want to hear more lies about your person. You intended to run away from Fred, hopefully, he wouldn’t bother you anymore. Maybe you were good with a vulgar life, so the need to have someone like him change it was zero.

As you walked down the hall with the book gripped on your chest, wanting to go to the dungeons, you started to hear someone calling you from afar. You turned around, seeing Fred waving at you from the courtyard while Ron looked at him weirdly before looking at you with a nasty stare. You turned on your heels, ignoring them and continuing your slow path.

However, in less than one minute or so you were scared to death as he reappeared beside you. “Hi.”

You flinched, jumping a little before stopping in your tracks. “Look, I don’t want you to follow me. You already thanked me, so you could, you know, return to your life and leave mine!” You exclaimed coldly before, once again, turning your back on him and continuing walking.

But he remained walking along with you. “Look, I just wanted to show you something, if that´s ok." He stops in the middle of the hall, hoping you would too. And you did, but with a long distance between the both of you.

"If I see whatever you want to show, will you stop bothering me?" You ask tiredly, the book still clenched in your hands above your chest.

He smiles happily, nodding in affirmation. "If that´s your wish, madame," Fred says before going to your side. "That way." And so, you two walk for some more minutes until you reach the Gryffindor´s tower, so you stop before you reached the stairs.

Fred looks at you, wondering why you stopped. "Look, I´m not suicidal, so you won´t catch me in there," you said, obviously referring to the animosity between your houses. What would someone say if they saw you in there, right next to the lion´s den?

"Right," he whispers, looking at the stairs and back at you. "I´ll be here in a couple of minutes." You nod, watching him sprinting through the stairs.

You sit on the first degree of the stairs, carefully opening your book and reading it while you waited. You tried to be suspicious of every sound since nobody was walking through those corridors, but you didn’t want to be caught this close to Gryffindor’s common room.

Fortunately for you, Fred arrived not long after he was gone, walking down the stairs with a playful smirk and a sack in his hand. You stood up from the stairs, closing your book again and waiting for him to reach you.

“I swear you’re going to love this! Or hate it, but let’s hope that’s not the case!” Fred’s excitement was making you feel a little dizzy as you followed beside him again to somewhere in the castle.

You looked at his red bag, wondering what could be in there. “No peaks my dear,” he says as he notices your eyes wander around the bag, so you look forward, looking uninterested in what he had just said.

Suddenly you noticed you were going on the way to the library. That’s a surprise. When you reached it, you and Fred walked in, not talking or doing any noise so that Madame Pince wouldn’t hear you.

“Where are we going?” You whispered, and Fred pointed with his head to one of the many hidden tables around many shelves near the end of the library.

You went there, sitting apart. He sat in front of you, takes his bag, and puts it on the table and you do the same with your book. “It’s not much, but I’m guessing you never saw one of these,” he says quietly before taking something off from inside the sack. It was a round device, and it probably was something made by muggles.

“What is that?”

“This is a Discman,” he says, taking one more thing from the bag that still seemed to be full. “This is an album, inside is the cd.” Fred points to the thing he had in his hand and where a photo in white and black of a man sitting on a bed with a mask beside him adorned the album.

You remain quiet, only watching him open the said album and take a round and gray thing from it before putting it inside the device. This was probably something from the muggle world since you’ve never seen something like that. Well, that was expected since his father is known for his admiration for the muggles and their inventions.

“What does that do?” You ask and pointed to the said Discman, unsure of what would that do.

However Fred doesn´t answer, he just grabs a thing that looks like earmuffs and puts it in front of you. "What do you want me to do now?" You say suspiciously to him. What if all of this was a prank? After all, you´re sat with Fred Weasley, the king of pranks beside his brother.

"Put them on your ears. And don´t be scared," he informs you with the gentle smile he always gives you. Would someone prank you with that charming and innocent smile? Well, you wouldn´t guess, you would know from experience.

So, you grabbed the earmuffs and put them slowly on your ears, watching Fred clicking on something in the Discman, and suddenly your ears started to be filled with an odd melody that pleased you. A man singing about moving out and a cool background melody filled with so many instruments made a smile replace your frown. His voice was beautiful, and for the following minutes, you hear nothing but this odd music while Fred looked at you knowingly, already knowing what you should be feeling.

When the music started to fade away you took out the earmuffs, smiling more than you should to Fred. "That was…" Fred raised his eyebrows with a smile, waiting for you to finish. "Spectacular! Who is he?"

"A muggle musician. Billy Joel or that´s what it says in here," he explains, pointing to the album. "So, how did you like it?"

"I didn´t expect anything good, I was waiting for you to prank me or something," you said truthfully and he chuckled, amused by your fear.

"I would never prank a pretty lady like you." He smirks and you feel your face heat up, why would he say such things? That´s why you liked to not be involved with him. He´s too spontaneous and, sweet. Not that you would ever say that to anyone, as a matter of fact, you would never reveal this little time you spend with him to anybody. This is a secret you´ll take to the grave, or else a secret that will take you to it.

However, you quit being flushed as he started to show you more songs and more albums and more singers and bands and whatever you could imagine. You and Fred heard many songs for the following hour, and you enjoyed every second of it. His company felt so warm, and his smile began to grow on you. Fred revealed that he had found the discman and all of the CDs inside the big storage that his father had with muggle things and that he had spent the entire summer listening to all of the music.

After the hour had passed, you reminded him that you two had classes. Or at least you had and that meant you had to go. So you and Fred stood up from the table hidden in the middle of the old never-ending shelves, still discussing which songs you liked the most. When you looked at him to say something you always had the urge to touch the bang of red hair that persisted on keeping falling on his forehead while he babbled about something, but you didn´t do anything, obviously.

And as you two whispered something to each other on your way out of the library, a blonde and cold guy accompanied by his soon-to-be girlfriend, or so anyone thought for the last five years, stood up in front of you right in front of the entrance to the library. Draco raised his eyebrow suspiciously at you and gave Fred a disgusted look.

"What are you doing here, Sinclair?" He said with a snarl, looking at you coldly. What the fuck did the thought he was doing? It isn´t as if you are obligated to answer all of his stupid questions and demands.

"It´s none of your business what I´m doing here, Malfoy," you said with disdain dripping from your words while Fred looked at the three of you, still beside you.

He sneered, this time looking at Fred. "I hope you aren´t getting close to these blood traitors, or I´m afraid I´m going to be compelled to say something about this." You shot him a furious look, fighting the urge to smack your book into Draco´s face before deciding you should get away from him.

"Fuck off," you said loudly while you brushed past him with heavy steps, starting to walk away from the library.

Fred stood still in front of Draco, a smirk tainting his freckled face. "Yeah, what she said Malfoy," he says before following you out of the library.

When he was out and away from Draco´s gaze, Fred ran to your side, walking alongside you in the hall. "Draco is so fucking infuriating," you whispered and Fred hummed in agreement, looking down at you and smiling. How could he not adore his little angry friend?

When you were already reaching the dungeons you stopped, looking at Fred. “You shouldn’t come further now,” you say, looking at the hall in front of you.

“You’re right. I don’t want to step on any snake, or I’ll be prompted to be bitten and die!” He jokes and you punch him lightly on his arm.

“I guess the snakes would be right to do so,” you joke with a grin, watching Fred’s smile.

“Well, I’m off then. Got to see if George is still alive without me,” he says and winks at you. “See you later my dear.” Fred approached you unexpectedly and plants a quick kiss on your cheek, smiling cheekily and walking away from your frozen self. This time you were sure he noticed the hotness you felt crippling on your face.

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