#rockinggirl

[musicallisto]

Hi! Could you pls do a Harry Potter ship for me? Preferably from next gen era? I’m a heterosexual girl.

I’m a bookish Ravenpuff and have always been on the top of my class. However, I’m definitely an overachiever and along with my studies, I always have sports practice and I’d definitely be one of the best on the quidditch team. I also play guitar. I’m rather short and it can easily upset me when someone points it out but I’m sure to make a snide remark back at them. I absolutely love art and drawing and sketching is my favorite past times. I adore kidssss and would definitely date someon and joke around that I’m dating them only for spending more time with their younger sibling(s). I can get easily flustered but love teasing and flirting around someone I like. I would usually never admit my feelings cuz I’m too stubborn but we’d argue and compete and I’d add some flirting just to show that I enjoy the person’s company and to hint that I want something more. I also am very much obsessed with one direction and Taylor Swift and boybands and no boyfriend of mine would be loved more than I love 1d and Tay tho. I can also do the splits and love learning the most random things like juggling 🤹‍♀️ and solving Rubik’s cubes (so far I know how to solve six). Also I don’t swear unless I’m extreme angry and am overall just a smart, innocent and naive girl lol.

Ahh can’t wait to see what you come up with!

hi steph! here’s your vanilla milkshake, i hope you like it! also, you sound like a lot of fun in person, lol. i’m exactly the same way when it comes to being flustered/teasing around someone i like, but then everything that comes out of my mouth sounds like i’m flirting except that’s just,,, how i talk normally lmfao. anyway, this is not the topic. the topic today is your relationship with the formidable james sirius potter...

It’s a good thing that you love spending time with kids so much, because the Potter family is one close-knit entity, and you will spend quite some time hanging out with Albus and Lily when you’re visiting James.

(He’s relatively annoyed by it the first time he invites you to spend the holiday break at his place. He doesn’t need his lame little brother and obnoxious little sister embarrassing him in front of this girl he likes.)

(Bear with him, he’s probably like a fourteen-year-old boy in this scenario.)

But it’s quite the opposite, actually; you gape in awe at how supportive and loving the whole Potter family is. It’s probably a little bit of the Weasley in them.

And the younger siblings are a lot of fun, so you oftentimes tease James and tell him that his lame little brother and obnoxious little sister are actually much cooler than he is.

He’s terrified that you might actually mean it, though. How could you? How could they?? He’s cool and he’s got swagger (he has used the word swagger at some point he is gen z), this is a criminal offense.

No, really, it’s so much fun teasing James Sirius Potter.

Mostly because he’s a prankster himself - following a long line of mischief evidenced by his namesakes -, so he’s always down for stirring up some stuff with you...

... but you’ve got him so wrapped around your finger that he takes every little thing you tell him so personally, but not in the actually offended way, more like, “shut up Albus is not cooler than me” “yes he is” “NO HE ISN’T” way. And it’s so funny to see him get all up in arms about something as trivial as that.

He should have the genes to understand that the harder he tries to protest, the longer you will continue with the teasing, because it’s one of the funniest things in the world, but hey. For all their “effortless charm” and “dashing good looks” (his words not yours), both his dad and grandpa went completely dumb whenever a pretty girl approached them, so you can’t really blame him.

On another note, he’s totally enraptured by how smart you are.

It’s not enough that you’re top of the class in almost every single subject - you’re also good at Muggle stuff too? Come on, that’s unfair. No wizard in the history of ever had the patience to try their hand at Rubik’s cubes.

And he’s guilty of it, too - he tried to solve one to impress you one day, he really did, and got as far as completing an entire side... until he got lazy and frustrated and magically finished it with a flick of his wand.

(He could have lied and told you he did it all with his brain, but Albus was in the common room when that happened, and would never let him hear the end of it.)

(At least you laughed when Albus told the epic story of his complete failure. Maybe you were onto something when you said he was cooler than him.)

Also, SO MUCH QUIDDITCH RIVALRY!

James is a jock and that’s a straight-up fact. He has a legacy to uphold, you know? (or so he tries to justify. but he does love team sports and the speed and thrill of the chase.)

but when there’s a Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff and Gryffindor match? oh, boy, are the stakes high.

There’s no actual tension between the two of you before the game or on the field, but. so. many. snide. remarks.

All’s fair in love and war - and all’s fair in Quidditch to destabilize your opponent. Throw them off their game. Maybe even their broom.

And you’re both masters at finding the little comment that will help you secure the win.

“Ha! How does it feel to lose again?”

“Oh my god, Harry Styles is so dreamy. Don’t you think?”

“Wait, what-”

The Snitch flies past him.

Right between your fingers?

“Pfft. You’re not even a challenge.”

Curse you and all your wits and boybands.

Oh, but next time you will get what’s coming, and that’s a promise.

800 follower sleepover CLOSED!

[rockinggirl06]

✨ RIRI’S MASTERLIST ✨

Date published: 7/4/21

Last updated: 30/6/21

-- A Harry Potter dedicated blog --

hello there beautiful human. you can call me riri. I joined tumblr as a small thing to do in the summer but now I no longer have free time to manage this blog. however feel free to enjoy this blog. i have mainly fremione content + several other ships. if you ever wanna fangirl/boy/whatever gender you prefer with me or just talk find me on my wattpad linked below !

-- MY WATTPAD --

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-- ALL ORIGINAL POSTS ON TUMBLR --

[#riri_original.post]

-- MY RAMBLINGS --

[#riri rambles]

💫They are burning all the witches even if you aren't one. They got their pitchforks and proof. Their receipts and reasons.

Fremione:

-- ALL Fremione posts link -- [fremione_riri]

-- ALL Fremione incorrect quotes on my blog -- [#fremione incorrect quotes_riri]

Why do i ship Fremione?

Valentines Day Headcannons

1st April birthday special ! ! {Hermione's diary entry}

Drivers license ft. Fremione Part 1

Drivers license ft. Fremione Part 2

Drivers license ft Fremione Part 3 (aka actual update !)

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💫They are burning all the witches even if you aren't one. So light me up, light me up.

Favourites HP random (mine):

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A Jily Oneshot— Truly Madly Deeply -1D

Deamus incorrect quote

Drarry incorrect quote 1 II 2 II

Hinny incorrect quote

Tedromeda incorrect quote

Scorose incorrect quote

Jily incorrect quote

Wolfstar incorrect quote

Sexual tension and a fic named "jealous"

Weasley twins being taller than Ron yuh

Regulus eating ice chips to annoy Sirius hehe

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💫They say I did something bad. Then why's it feel so good? They say I did something bad. But why's it feel so good?

Harry Potter playlist ideas:

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Jily oneshot— Truly Madly Deeply -1D

The Black Brothers official theme song-- Coney island and why

Fremione-- Drivers License ( Part 1. Part 2. ACTUAL UPDATE )

Regulus Black-- Head Above Water by @moonyslovely

This is me trying by @thotbutpurple

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💫Most fun I ever had. And I'd do it over and over and over again if I could. It just felt so good.

Reviews of my books:

by @destourtereaux -> 💜

by @amourtentiaa -> 💜

by @whipped-for-the-weasley-twins -> 💜

by @heloisedaphnebrightmore -> 💜

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💫Oh, you say I did something bad. Then why's it feel so good? Why's it feel, why's it feel so good? It just felt so good.

More random random =) :

Why Fremione?? by @gingerteaonthetardis

What could have been if Fremione was canon

Fav Jily shot by @ihopuhopwehop

Fremione-- April fools rule by @throughlookinglass

Jegulus-- Reg as a teacher by anon on @regulusprompts

fav puff x sly writer by @hufflautia

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[gingerteaonthetardis]

Omg it’s your birthday?? I just wanted to let you know that you are literally one of my top fav wait scratch that first very fav Fremione authors out there. I feel like your writing truly brings them to life I swear. Thanks so much for sharing it with us and I hope you have a great birthday and a fantastic year ahead = )

this is so sweet, thank you so much!! i have been feeling so unmotivated and writer's block-y lately, so this means a lot. and my day has been lovely, thank you!!

[fredheads]

Ooo do a fremione oneshot pls?

girl i cant hold my tongue anymore I am a riverdale blog you are LOST. 

[emcon-imagines]

📻

Thoughts on Fremione? 👀

I’ll be honest, I didn’t actually know what this was and had to Google it haha. I mean, I don’t know enough about it or evidence supporting the ship to really say one way or another. I can’t really remember many Fred/Hermione interactions tbh?

fireside chat to celebrate 700!

[quillsanddaydreams]

Heyo! Could you review my book please? I’ll be happy to hear what you think of it =)

Ahh in excitedddd 💜✨

Hi there!

Um I'm not actually reviewing wattpad books at the moment and the book you've sent me is a compilation of One-Shots.

Maybe something you've posted on Tumblr?

[destourtereaux]

heads up! - temporary hiatus

hi everyone, for the next two weeks ish i will not be updating my blog, writing, or replying to messages. (or just doing so a lot less/more sporadically)

the reason is because my ap exams have recently been moved an entire MONTH earlier and i am incredibly underprepared. i am using these last two weeks to cram, cram, cram.

i really hope you guys understand, and i just wanted to let you guys know i'm not purposely ignoring you at all!! i just need to get this done and i'll be back and a lot less stressed.

thank u all <3 and i really hope i don't lose followers due to lack of activity! i promise i will be back as soon as i can.

tagging my moots so this doesn't come as a surprise :)

@acosmis-t @amrtxntias @astoria-malfcy @aetheralist @amourtentiaa @anchoeritic @beforeoursunsets @darthwheezely @daisyyy2516 @dracosathenaeum @evermoreeve @eunoniaa @fives-cup-of-coffee @fallin-4-ya @fredshufflepuff @fjorelaant @frecklesandfirecrackers @gxtitobxby @holden-caulfield @horrorxweasley @iwritesiriusly @inks-and-jinx @inureflower @justfangirlthingies @lxncelot @musicallisto @mendesxruel @memissbee @ourloveisforthelovely @oldschoolkiddo @prfctethereal @pansyslut @ronbrokemyheart @rockinggirl @reguluscore @satansspacebubblegum @spacexcowgirl @sanctimoniousslytherpuff @thisismynerdyself @thotbutpurple @ur-local-reality-shifter @wand3ringr0s3 @willowbleedsonpaper

+ anyone i missed!!

[fredshufflepuff]

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ fredshufflepuff 1k celebration ♥

bee boo bee boo i hit 1k followers. WHICH IS CRAZY SINCE I STARTED UH, let me do the math brb. not even two months ago??? (i think i did that correctly idk i failed math) but putting that to the side, i’m so thankful for all the love and support i’ve received <3 every one of my followers have made my arrival (ARRIVAL TF LMAO) to this app so friendly and comforting <3

(me doing another celebration when i know damn well i have past celebration asks just sitting in my inbox IM SORRY) this one will be short i promise.

🥂- fmk any character from hp (did i do this already? hm)

🍓- unpopular hp opinion—leave one and i’ll agree/disagree (I GOT THIS FROM SOMEONE I FORGOT WHO)

🪶- letter from hp character. leave a name and prompt (like angst or fluff) and i’ll write a letter to you from that person. DOES THAT MAKE SENSE, please for the love of god say it does.

okay now for the little message things

💌@fjorelaant : to my bae, my whore, my wife—i love you so much. literally the first time we talked you reached out and said how much you liked my fics, and now we uh..i don’t know how much i can share. but let’s just say what we do is concerning. AS IM WRITING THIS YOU JUST SENT IN AN IMAGE REQUEST OF YOU EATING MY ASS- (is everything okay at home?) ANYWAY BYE I LOVE YOU

💌@myloveforluna (aka myloveforyou) : wife wife wife you’re amazing. i love talking about my day with you AND WHEN YOU LET ME RANT THAG ONE TIME WHEWW. you’re one of my closest mutuals and i’m so happy you are. 💘💕💓💖i love and appreciate you very much💕💓💗💝💘

UMH those are the only two moots i actually TALK talk too...awkward. BUT TO MY OTHER MOOTS I LOVE YOU ALL VERY MUCH *leaves big fat smooches* @destourtereaux @astoria-malfcy @georgeweasleysbabe @dumbassswhore @eunoniaa @lottiebagley @90smalfoy @rockinggirl @ronbrokemyheart @justfangirlthingies @weasleyyyyyyy @drachoesimp @aetheralist @parker07potter @ronsonlywhore @ronbrokemyheart @reguluscore @anchoeritic @holden-caulfield @astramalfoy @amrtxntias @lunalovecroft @sweetnspicysimp @hellohellook @amourtentiaa @dracofnmalfoy @sultrypotter @drachoesimp @whipped-for-the-weasley-twins @saintlike78 THERES DEFINITELY SO MANY MORE, i use to write down all my moots but haven’t been doing that for...a while. ILL DO IT WHEN I GET HOME. if i didn’t tag you and you’re my moot, i’ll buy you chocolate don’t feel any less loved. BECAUSE I.LOVE.YOU. is this getting creepy? i’ll stop talking. ps. to the moots or just followers in general who always comment on my posts, there’s a special place in my heart for you.

okay end of the day, i love you all <3

[viscountess-aberowen]

rules: answer 10 questions & tag 10 people you want to know better

Thank you @thismoleculeisacomedian for tagging me in this post!!

Relationship status: single, and the way things are going here, I'll stay that way forever

Favorite color: depends on the day, today I like dark red

Three favorite foods: asado, my nana's guiso, and my bisnonna's apple crumble

Song stuck in my head: Don't Go Breaking My Heart (Elton John)

Last song I listened to: Christmas Lights (Coldplay), in my defence, time is a social construct that's mattered very little this past year, christmas songs in may aren't the worst thing I've ever done

Last thing I googled: "factor de compresibilidad", I'm doing thermodynamics homework it's actually a very fascinating subject

Time: 22.31

Dream trip: I want to visit Russia, and also visit every Air Force museum in Europe that mentions WWII

Anything I really want: motivation

Tagging, no pressure ofc: @allofzephrina @heytoulouse @idrinklatte @hopebaker (I know no one on this sideblog yet so I'll tag mutuals from my main @/suprmarketcrayons: @malewifee @heyimboredtalktome @rockinggirl @crushing-on-nico-di-angelo) and anyone who wants to do this!

[musicallisto]

HP. And boys pls!

Ok well you said you shipped me with James Sirius, and you’ve known me for a while as a moot.. so who would you ship me with :P

Also yayy I’ll give you a ship back :)

if we're going for a different era, then fred weasley is where it's at. your energies would clash compliment each other beautifully. and he's a handful, but you can handle that. like an unruly puppy.

[amazingmaeve]

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[gingerteaonthetardis]

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so, @rockinggirl​, remember when you sent me the prompt “chasing someone’s lips after they pull away” and it took me ages to answer it? well, that’s partly because i had too many ideas bouncing around my brain, and it took me several attempts to settle on one. here was one of those attempts, which i’ve finally finished. hope you don’t mind getting two prompt-fics for one!

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“Granger,” he hissed. 

When she refused to look up from her copy of Notable Numerologists of the 19th Century, he sent his quill flying across the table, where the feather began to mercilessly tickle her throat. “Granger,” he tried again.

Huffing—and biting her cheek to keep a laugh from bubbling up—she batted away the quill and fixed him with her most disapproving look. It was hard to do when the irrepressible writing instrument came flying back up into her face, where it twitched threateningly toward her nose. “Don’t tell me you’re done already.”

With a look that bordered on horrified, he shook his head. “Of course not. I’ve barely started.”

Hermione sighed. It had been her idea to study in the library for once, and look where it got her.

That is, it had been her idea to study together, in the library. But they were always together these days, though nobody else seemed to have caught on. Maybe George had, purely by virtue of his twin being uncharacteristically absent. But Harry, Ron, even Ginny seemed blissfully unaware of what had developed right under their noses: a friendship, of sorts.

She couldn’t say how things had changed, or why, only that it had all caught up with her one day. On a Wednesday evening, after dinner. She’d been meaning to lecture one of the twins—whichever she could get her hands on—about the inadvisability of leaving their ridiculous experimental spell scrolls out in the middle of the common room where anyone could see and take and no doubt misuse them, but couldn’t quite bring herself to do it. Maybe because Fred had been alone, hunched over a book, clearly studying and looking rather miserable about it.

And for reasons unfathomable, even to herself, their years of mild antagonism—of mutual disapproval and misunderstanding—had suddenly struck her as inexpressibly stupid. They’d spent the last five years sitting in the same common room, night after night. They’d slept rooms apart, passed one another the gravy during Sunday supper. Surely, not all of their exchanges had to be combative, or snarky, or… about Ron.

What had made him look up was her laughter.

“Something funny, Granger?”

And that was how it began.

“Then why,” she sniffed, and then sputtered as the downy feather tried to enter her mouth, “are you bothering me?” She was forced to set her book down with less delicacy than she would’ve liked, in order to root through her robes for her wand. All the while, the mischievous writing implement made thorough work of harassing every available inch of exposed skin.

She could admire the tenacity of Fred’s magic, if nothing else.

“I don’t know how you do this every day,” he said, seemingly apropos of nothing. His head sank down onto his folded arms, and she heard the skittering of his feet under the table. “I can’t get through three pages before the words start to go all,” his nose wrinkled, “wonky.”

“You need to concentrate.” She was speaking mostly to herself—it was a hell of a charm he’d worked on that quill, and the thing refused to stay still at wandpoint—but Fred huffed, looking forlorn.

“I’ve tried that and it doesn’t work. Gives me a headache,” he added miserably. “And the letters get all shifted ‘round. Here, let me—” and then, with barely a flick of his wand, the quill dropped back to the table, once more rendered inanimate. Hermione looked back at him, suddenly thoughtful.

“What do you usually do, then?”

Fred shrugged, slumping back onto the table. His shoulders were rounded like a great boulder, if a boulder wore knit jumpers. “George reads to me sometimes. Or Angelina. They don’t always have time, though, so I try to muddle through.”

“But the reading aloud—that works better?” Hermione asked, recognition coming over her. She’d read about this. “You actually learn the material?” 

He nodded, chin rocking on his arms. The look he was giving her, coming up from under copper eyelashes, made her stomach do a little flip. It was strange: she’d gone such a long time thinking he was good at just about everything he tried, and that it was only laziness that kept him from academic excellence. But it seemed he had to work a bit harder than that, and depended on other people besides. It was rather… humanising, she supposed.

She bit down on her lip, reaching across the table to take the book he was supposed to be reading, but before she could pull it toward herself, his hand darted out and held it firm, long fingers splayed over the open pages, barely overlapping with hers.

“What are you doing?” she hissed. “I’m trying to help, you git.”

“You’ve got your own book to read,” he countered, almost defensive. “I don’t expect you to do my homework for me. Just needed a break is all.”

She tossed her hair over her shoulder, fighting back a blush. “Actually,” she said, “I’ve already read Notable Numerologists. I was just committing a few of the more—er, essential passages to memory…”

For a moment, she expected something—some sort of pert remark, some joke about her being a swot. But then he shook his head, grin tilting the corner of his mouth upwards as he said, “You’re something else.” And then he relinquished his grip on the book, allowing her to re-orient the pages.

“Where did you leave off?” Seeing his guilty look, she figured it was best to just start at the beginning of the chapter. It began thus: “Human Transfiguration, Part Two: Forewarnings and foundational principles. Now that you have mastered the basics of Self-Transfiguration—both Partial and Complete—the next step is learning how to alter the physiognomy of other witches and wizards. Keep in mind that transfiguration involving Beings, Creatures, Demi-Humans, and more requires certain magical adaptations for the safety of all, and can be studied in further detail in the next chapter, Cross-Species Transfiguration. However, before you proceed with any transfigurative attempt on another individual, the most important step is acquiring the consent of all parties involved…”

And in a hushed voice, Hermione read through nearly an entire chapter of A Guide to Advanced Transfiguration, while Fred listened in—total, rather shocking—silence.

It was a surprisingly pleasant way to pass the time. There were merits, she’d been told, to reading material aloud in order to maximise comprehension, but she’d never had much reason to try it with anyone before; she didn’t have any siblings to listen to her, and what friends she did have were hardly the patient sort. But while his knees persistently bounced and he was never quite still in his seat, Fred was also quite an intent listener. 

He paid attention with the sort of active energy that could only come from someone so awake. Whatever focus he lacked while reading for himself, he made up for now, barely taking his eyes off of her for over twenty-three pages; she could feel them, blinking keenly up—and then down—at her, however he sat. He shuffled and shifted, but he never grew bored.

It was almost distracting, making her stumble over words that would ordinarily cause little trouble. Simple phrases—"transformational taxonomies,” for example—took on a new difficulty when she glanced up and caught his eye, the sudden slice of his smile. By the end of the twenty-third page, her throat had begun to feel dry and her tongue clumsy in her mouth, and it wasn't entirely from her inexperience with reading aloud.

It was more—this feeling of being seen. And listened to.

The first time she tripped on a one-syllable word, Fred's hand darted out again, pulling the book out of her hands, where it thumped awkwardly down to the tabletop. 

"All right, you can stop," he said. There was an odd quality to his voice—a softness that made her look up, lips parted in surprise, even as her fingers scrambled to keep her place between the worn pages.

Hermione shook her head once, a spiral curl falling into her face. "We're nearly to the end." She tried to be pragmatic about it, even as he dropped his hand down over hers, preventing her from lifting the book again. "I don't mind.”

"Well, I do. Anyway, you sound like you've swallowed a knarl," he pronounced, and though he was smiling a little, that oddness was still there, like his throat was tight. The space between his first finger and thumb was rough with broom calluses; his hand pressed down on hers. "It's almost time for dinner. Let's get you some tea."

Even with the distractions, with her own vocal exhaustion and the sudden awareness tingling over the back of her hand, some indignation flared at the idea of stopping before they’d finished. "Fred, it's your homework,” she reproached him. “It's more important than tea.”

But he didn’t sit; he remained halfway out of his chair, looming over the table like he really meant to leave. "I can finish it later.” He gave a half-shrug, as if that was the end of it.

And, yes—he could, and they both knew it. But it would be much more difficult for him to go it alone, or get George to help. She couldn’t help but picture him, back at that table in the Gryffindor common room, wretchedly working away at the words on the page. If she’d known then, that he just needed a different set of tools—and that she had the tools, and the time to use them—she’d have sat right down with him and got to work.

Besides, Hermione Granger had never fancied leaving a task half-done. His face, she noticed, was a little red—just around the tops of his cheekbones.

She lifted her chin. “Well, I was rather enjoying myself, so I think I’ll continue. And you are welcome,” she emphasized, her other hand snapping out like a whip, taking his arm and pulling it back down toward the table, “to join me.” Bodies being what they are, the lack of balance made him drop back into his chair with a graceless thunk. The hand still atop hers, resting over the pages of the book, flexed and tightened momentarily.

But slowly, he released the book, and his head dropped back into the cradle of his arms as he waited for her to start. He looked like he wanted to say something, but didn’t know what, which was perfectly all right—he didn’t need to talk. Just listen. 

"Now," she hummed to herself, "where were we?"

His chin shifted on his forearms, dark eyes glinting up at her. "Principles of wand movement and articulation." 

She hadn't expected an answer, but she couldn't help but glow with the pleasure of getting one. As intently as he’d been watching her, it had almost felt—not like he wasn’t paying attention to her words, but like he’d been taking her in, in entirety. Like the subject matter was just part of some whole that she wasn’t fully aware of.

With another shake of her head and a tuck of her wayward curl behind her ear, Hermione picked up her place, biting down on her smile.

This time, she tried to be careful. She spoke more slowly, trying not to get tripped up by her own self-consciousness or Fred's attention. Hermione treated the reading quite seriously—almost like she would while studying on her own. In fact, she could nearly pretend she was reading to herself, if not for the way his fingers flicked and shifted and caught her eye, drawing little patterns on the table that trailed flameless sparks behind. She stumbled, caught herself. Began a sentence again.

She felt him watching.

When she bent her head, the curtain of her curls provided a bit of cover from that constant, alert stare. But it didn’t last long; she had to look up from under her lashes, to see if he was watching, still. He was. His cheeks were, if anything, redder.

Once, the table began to rattle with the twitching of his legs and she—silently, not breaking her train of thought or the flow of her sentence—stretched her hand out and touched his arm.

The bouncing stopped. She flexed her fingers in the soft wool and retreated. 

Hermione felt her heart skip, but her mouth moved them miraculously forward, through the end of another sentence. Whatever it was that seemed to be filling up the space between her words—whatever she felt when the chair creaked under his weight, and when the toe of his shoe bumped hers—seemed to grow and grow until she wasn’t thinking about the syllables anymore. She was racing through them. She was running through reams and reams of text that didn’t make any sense to her. She couldn’t attest to her own accuracy, to the validity of the theory—to anything except her own heartbeat, rabbit-quick in her chest.

On the last page of the chapter, Hermione glanced up long enough to meet his stare. He hadn't moved, not since she'd touched him, but he looked the same way as before: soft and strained at once. 

Her throat strangled yet another word. A simple one—element. 

Fred's hand flashed out again, pulling the book from her hand. "Sorry," she said, an explanation hovering behind her lips. I've never done this before, she wanted to say.

You’re distracting me, she wanted to say.

Why are you looking at me like that?

"Don't be,” he replied, quite matter-of-factly. “You're brilliant. I’m just a rubbish student." And then his hand rose—touching the back of her hand, first, and then skimming up her arm, touching her cheek—and suddenly he was in motion. Out of his chair, over the table. He bent like a tree bough, planting a kiss squarely on her mouth, where her lips felt dry from speaking for so long.

But—warm. So warm. It curled up around her like a spell, passed from his mouth to hers.

Hermione's heart pounded up into her throat, as if wanted to chase him, when he pulled abruptly back. She felt off balance—leaning over the table, her fingernails gripping for purchase against the soft, scarred wood. She was still in her chair, but barely, and he wasn't at all. They both were perfectly, impossibly still, the book resting untouched between them.

When she breathed, it sounded shuddery and strange. Fred's face was still so close, like he wasn't sure how to move or what to do—like he'd shocked himself—which was so absurd that it made her laugh.

“Something funny, Granger?” 

She shook her head.

His cheeks were properly pink now, and when she ran her tongue over her lips, his eyes followed. Hermione wondered if he watched everything this intently, or just her.

And then her hand darted out, pulling him down again.

They could finish the reading later.

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