#ship: draco x ron

[hprecfest]

DAY 29 RECS FROM DREAMWIDTH & ELSEWHERE

Tea and No Sympathy (70,045 words) by who_la_hoop

Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter ||

It's Potter's fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It's been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco's getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always. At first, though, the time loop seems liberating. For the first time in his life, he can do anything, say anything, be anything, without consequence. But the more Draco repeats the day, the more he realises the uncomfortable truth: he's falling head over heels for the speccy git. And suddenly, the time loop feels like a trap. For how can he ever get Harry to love him back when time is, quite literally, against him?

The Arrangement (110,508 words) by orphan_account

Draco Malfoy/Ron Weasley ||

Draco’s parents only wish for his happiness and to continue the Malfoy bloodline. So, they arrange a marriage with Astoria Greengrass—thinking it would also help them restore their social status in the Wizarding World. Draco doesn’t want this marriage for two reasons: One, he’s never met Astoria and two, he’s gay. Instead of coming forward with the truth, Draco hires the best professional matchmaker money can buy. It's done with the hope that in finding a boyfriend, it would convince his parents to change their minds—if he could just make it past the first date. They keep running away from him, too afraid of the Dark Mark branding his skin, signifying his previous attachments to the Death Eaters. Now, only two months before the wedding, and with a frustrated matchmaker who threatens to break their contract, Draco’s out of options. Desperate for anyone to accept him, he’s still caught by surprise when the last person the matchmaker offers turns out to be Ron Weasley...

Layers (31,488 words) by Cybele2013

Harry Potter/Severus Snape ||

Harry is forced by circumstance to return to Hogwarts to teach. Snape couldn’t be more pleased.

[daddiesdrarryy]

Harry: So the thing is, I’m kind of crushing on someone right now, but I’m afraid to tell you guys, because you’re not gonna like it

Hermione: Just say it, Harry, rip off the bandaid

Harry: It’s Malfoy

Ron: Put the bandaid back on

[vomits0cutely]

What is it with Slytherin’s and falling for the most obvious people ever?

[theblackcatblog]

Just a a silly thing that occurred to me

(Drarry)

Ron: You are so annoying Malfoy!!

Draco: DIE WEASLEY!! *whisper*

"you poor fool.."

Ron: Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?

Draco: No, but Harry's d-...

Ron: Wait.. What?

Draco: nothing.

Harry: *Hits his forehead, Notable blush*

Blaise:...

Pansy:...

Theodore:...

Hermione: *Takes some of his tea*

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Dramione Drabble 31

DISCLAIMER: It’s come to my attention that Ron Bashing is very upsetting to some readers. So , please do note that this post uses the Ron Weasley tag because he is a significant character in this particular story, also this is his POV . HOWEVER, please mind that this also includes a Ron bashing tag. If you are offended by Ron bashing, don’t bother.

I had to write this one, the inspiration hit and I’ll be in LA all day tomorrow visiting my sister. So here we go! Also, I’m adding to the next chapter on ao3, so it will be a minute before I post it.

Ron had mixed feelings about working the night shift on the beat. Before they were ordered to have a partner with them at all times, he’d been able to pop into Hermione’s or even Parvati’s while on patrol. Some nights, he was able to visit both witches.

He wasn’t proud of what he had done to Hermione. Parvati had been aware, from the beginning, that he had no intention of leaving Hermione. She was his til the end. And he was hers.

The thing with Parvati wasn’t serious and she had been okay with that. It was just a way to get that little bit extra he wasn’t getting with Hermione. He had assumed that she was content, if not happy, with their love life. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings by telling her that he needed more.

But, what if she had been severely disappointed. Maybe that was why she never complimented him, never praised him, never rolled off of him in a state of pure bliss.

With Hermione, it was always straight to work. She’d have to make tea, or clean her kitchen, or catch up on paperwork.

What if she wasn’t satisfied and that was why she kept busy after? What if she was seeking that little extra bit that Ron couldn’t give her from someone else.

What if that someone was Malfoy? He seemed to sordid type to get off on hitting his women or choking them. Hermione was not that kind of girl. She never asked Ron for anything naughty.

But Ron watched her, wondering. She avoided eye contact with him whenever they passed by one another. Ron would fantasize about grabbing her hand, pulling her into an office. Anyone’s office, it didn’t matter. Whichever one was nearby. And he’d go down on her and make her cry and shout out his name. She’d thank him for being so good to her, for making her cum so hard. Ask him to take her back. You know, shit like that. Something fantastical. Something erotic.

Ron would stop at the end of the hall and watch her.

With Malfoy, she’d look right into his creepy pale eyes and smile. She’d look at his bruised face, the dried blood on his lip that never seemed to go away and her eyes would fucking light up.

Hermione would look right into his face and see something in or past all of those sneers and scowls. She was blind to the monster lurking within.

Even worse now, she resembles him. The scowls and the sneers have migrated and taken residence on her beautiful round features, her eyes just as cold and pale as Malfoys.

She was scary, now. Other Aurora avoided her gestate, shivered when they thought she wasn’t looking. Whispered about her behind her back.

And now her and Harry were both looking at Ron like he was the monster. Ron was only human, and humans were animals. Fucking was just a natural need. It delivered the endorphins that were desperately needed after the war, after losing his brother.

Everyone did it. Every being did it. The birds and the bees and all that shit. It’s just that when Ron got off, he needed to be told what a good, sweet boy he was. That he was a hero., a savior. Someone worthy.

But sometimes, once upon a time, Hermione would look at him like he was. He missed it. Fuck, he missed her. It’s a terrible thing. That, even though Ron had fucked up and he still had Parvati, he didn’t want to give up Hermione. He loved her body as much as any others, probably more. No man enjoyed accepting the idea that he would no longer have it to himself. Maybe never again.

And Ron certainly didn’t accept the fact that Malfoy might be the new proud owner of that particular one.

“Hey, Weasley.”

Oh, right. The other reason he hated these shifts. Not only could he not drop by Hermione’s, he was permanently stuck with Anthony Goldstein. He wasn’t a terrible bloke. But he was shifty, a bit off. His movements were jerky, timid. He looked like somebody who didn’t belong on the force. He looked like someone who was thrown into it, forced to become an Auror and had never accepted that fact.

Ron pinched his lips together, and pulled his eyes from the corner building where Hermione lived. Her windows were dark. She probably wasn’t home.

He nodded to Goldstein in acknowledgment.

“Isn’t this the apothecary where Hermione and Malfoy got into that altercation?”

Goldstein was staring into window of the shop. The lights were dim, as if to still keep the potions advertised on display in the front window. Or perhaps the witch who ran the place was still inside, cleaning up.

Ron stepped up beside him. The wizard flinched and Ron couldn’t help the roll of his eyes. “Yeah,” He sighed. “That’s the one.”

Goldstein looked up at and stared. Ron could feel his eyes assessing him. “You and Malfoy don’t get along, do you?”

Ron dug his hands into his pockets, thumbing the wand nestled inside and laughed. One short, derisive bark. “What makes you think that, Goldstein?” He frowned and shook his head, a little ashamed at the acidic tone of his voice. “Look, let’s just say that the day where every day of my life stops revolving around Malfoy, will be the best day of my life.”

Anthony was still staring at him. Ron was staring at the window, at the dim light of the back room, a shadow moving. Through his peripheral, Goldstein was nodding slowly. He might have been grinning, but that wouldn’t make any sense. Goldstein hated conflict, he was a bit of a coward

But then Goldstein moved for the door. “We should go in.”

Ron shook his head. “Nah, she’s closing up. Besides it wasn’t our crime scene.”

“I heard she hadsa love potion. It might help mend whatever went sour between you and Hermione.”

“No thanks, mate.” Ron chuckled nervously. “I’ve had one too many experiences with love potions.”

“But, this isn’t like Amortentia. This one helps to…alter the way you think.” Goldstein voice was less flinchy and more persuasive than he had ever heard him. It was unsettling.

“That’s Barmy.”

“The witch who brews it says it allows you to connect with your lover on some kind of mental or spiritual level.”

“I’m not slipping ‘Mione anything, Goldstein.”

“You wouldn’t have to.” He opened the door and said, as he stepped inside. “You take the potion. All you need is a strand of her hair to add to it.”

And then Goldstein was disappearing into the shop and into the dark shadows of the potion filled shelves. “What the — Goldstein!” Had the wizard lost his mind?

Stepping into the Apothecary sent a shudder down Ron’s spine. The hairs on his arms stood. Something was definitely off about this. But the witch didn’t seem to notice or care about the jingle of the bell on her door, and Goldstein was lost somewhere in the vast array of potions. Some of them glittered, some were glowing in the dark. Some were as dark as the sky outside.

None of them seemed ordinary. Most of them, Ron didn’t recognize.

But he crept along the shelving, the habit of staying quiet and undetected hard to break. He passed shelves labeled things like Elixirs for Life. Others with the words, Poisons to live by. But when Ron reached the shelf that was labeled, Love, Sex and other maladies, he knew he was in the middle of something shady.

Of course, none of that helped him to prepare for the figure that leapt out in front of him, or for the wand that was pointed directly at his temple before the voice whispered the incantation that would turn his brain into dough, softening into something that could be kneaded and molded into surrendering. Ron’s entire body locked up, his mind went quiet.

Nothing was the same. Nothing was known. His name, his desires, his job.

No, for Ron, everything had changed the second that voice had uttered the word to end it all, “Imperio.”

[oliverisagaymuggleborn]

I HAVE SOLVED THE HP SHIPPING WARS ‼️

MAHAHAHAHAHAHA👹

(Edit; I updated this I'll post the updated one soon)

[basiatlu]

Hi!! Only just found your HP art ! Woow!! Amazing :) do you have ships that you really love?

Thank you!! And no worries I’ve only been active here and in the fandom a short while! Welcome to my chaos corner I suppose heehee

[big-ronnev-fan]

Okay guys I got a fic idea for Draco/Ron

Basically, Ron has one of those "I hate him but I also want him to kiss me" style crushes ln Draco since like the middle of third year, but it's only at a random birthday party for some ravenclaw student or smth that, while drunk/high he accidently lets it slip in front of Draco. There's a bit of light teasing from Draco, but neither are sober and Draco is stressed from his Dad being in Azkaban and also the whole Mission (I imagine this is sixth year), so he decides "fuck it", and they spend the night making out in a "we won't talk about this tomorrow" way.

But then they start to hang out more, and are generally just... (a bit) less assholy to each other, and it's like a semi slow burn with a smoothie of weird feeling as well as not knowing how to explain to their friend and family the whole "we hated each other but are now dating" thing.

Basically, slow burn slice-of-life fluff&angst, enemies to friends that fight and makeout to lover. Also I have a "meet the parents" scene all planned in my head and it is BEAUTIFUL

[t1oui]

no voldemort au where jegulus raises harry and marpanlily raises luna. sirius, remus, peter, barty, and evan are the cool uncles while dorcas and marlene are the cool aunts. there's nobleflower who got together later in life and who are currently living in one of the black family's ancestral homes in france with neville and draco. (frank is around frequently and lucius isn't around at all.)

neville and draco being brothers. neville telling alice about draco's crush on blaise and draco chasing him around the school, landing them both in detention.

luna and harry being siblings. while neville and draco, their cousins, are fighting, they simply sit back and watch. they adore each other and, if they can help it, are almost never seen apart.

harry being a slytherin. he rooms with draco and blaise, is best friends with pansy, and still frequently visits hermione, ron, and neville up in gryffindor tower.

pansy and harry (and vincent and greg) have been losing their minds for years over draco and blaise's pining. the two of them finally get together when harry tells them to shag and spends the rest of the night in ron and neville's room. the next morning, it takes a glance at draco and blaise and him wiggling his eyebrows to get a detention from snape.

harry and luna firecalling lily from the hearth in ravenclaw tower at least two or three times a week. the two of them talking to her about homework, crushes, and their latest exploits in teasing draco.

their parents showing them how to become animagi, which leads to narcissa and alice wanting to learn how, too. mcgonagall giving her students a fond eyeroll when their words are slurred in class because, really, it is quite obvious when you're hiding a leaf underneath your tongue.

harry being best friends with the patil twins, some of the few people outside of his dad's family that he shares a culture with. him spending hours in the library studying with padma, even longer out on the quidditch pitch flying with parvati.

harry, who's been dating cedric since his fourth year (where he watched the tournament instead of competing), and padma, who isn't interested in romance, being the cause of at least 90% of hogwarts's couples: dean and seamus, draco and blaise, luna and ginny, neville and hannah, hermione and pansy, and - of course - parvati and lavender.

remus being the d.a.d.a. professor from harry's first year through to his seventh, and retiring soon after when harry decides he wants the position himself. neville becoming the herbology professor, pansy and blaise going to potions and charms, but draco deciding to become a healer. ("what the hell are we meant to talk about if we're all bloody teachers?" he asked them once, much to his friends' amusement.)

cedric becomes the transfiguration professor when dumbledore finally agrees to retire and promote mcgonagall, and cho spends three years playing for puddlemere united before becoming the school's newest, coolest flying instructor. hermione surprises no one by rising through the ranks to minister for magic, and pansy quickly finds herself the chief editor of the daily prophet. rita skeeter quickly finds herself without a job. ron becomes an auror, a job he excels at, and during a mission in bulgaria he finds himself running into viktor krum. harry and padma see an opportunity.

every summer without fail, harry finds himself curled up on regulus and james's couch with a book, legs tangled with luna's or draco's or nev's or sometimes cedric's. he spends hours flying above the burrow's fields with the weasleys, spends long summer days taking lessons from krum because even in regulus's increasing age, he's the best seeker harry's ever seen.

harry spends his evenings sitting on the porch of his late grandparents' farmhouse, braiding hermione's hair the way pandora and mary taught him when he was young. the adults are inside. pansy is curled into hermione, flipping through a copy of witch weekly while luna sits on harry's other side and flips through her own copy of the quibbler.

neville is showing hannah and blaise some sort of frog by the creek that lavender is swimming in with seamus, dean, and the patil twins. up high in the sky, ron, draco, and cedric are flying with viktor, ginny, and cho in a two-vs-two match that is most definitely in the latter team's favor.

here, harry thinks, is home.

[chocfrog-enjoyer]

Ship symbols :0 ?

I actually really really loved making up little ship symbols for this post and decided to make more, since that post only had my slash ships

Here are the symbols I drew for all of my favorite parings!!!

Can y’all guess which symbol is for which ship? There are canon, and non canon ships there🤭

Anyways all of the ships are in the tags anyway if you can’t guess haha

[wingedllamanerd]

Cardigan - Harry James Potter x fem!reader

a/n: I'm sorry if this is a bad fic and for my grammar mistakes as this my first fic and English isn't my first language.

Warnings: mentions of death

365 days

356 days without her

"Y/N, you drew stars around my scars but now I'm bleeding"

Harry was sitting on his bed, holding back tears as he stared down on the photo which he held in his hands. The photo. That photo. It was the photo Harry and Y/N took on their first date.

Harry and Y/N had become best friends before hogwarts and remained friends while they were at hogwarts. At the end of their fifth year, that friendship turned into a relationship. Harry and Y/N loved each other a lot, a loooot.

Y/N had been there for Harry through everything. From when Harry was being bullied in kindergarten to when Harry had lost his godfather. She was there, always. She had treated Harry like an actual human being and not some sort of slave or a famous wizard, just human. That's what Harry loved most about her.

Harry let his tears fall onto the photo as he thought back to their first date.

"Y/N, y-y-youlookgreat" Harry blabbered.

"Harry, I'm sorry I didn't catch that" Y/N said softly.

Harry took a deep breath and said, " I said you look great".

"Thank you, Harry. You don't look too bad yourself. I mean it's very difficult to look as good as me but you're a close second" The girl joked.

Harry chuckled but didn't say anything, letting comfortable silence fill the air.

Y/N broke the silence and said, " Well, let's go then".

Once they arrived at 3 broomsticks, they seated themselves and ordered butterbeer. They started talking and laughing and just simply having a great time.

"Harry, you know I didn't think you were this funny. Where were a these jokes when we were just friends" Y/N said taking sip of her butterbeer.

Harry just chuckled.

"I mean I knew you were funny but this funny" Y/N continued.

Harry looked at her just adoring her and he noticed the foam from the butterbeer formed a mustache on the girl's face.

Harry leaned forward to wipe the foam but Y/N thought he was trying to kiss her. So she leaned in and connected their lips. Harry was taken aback by her actions but he kissed her back. They could feel sparks fly. They pulled back and smiled at each other.

"That's not what I was trying to do but thank you" Harry said.

"Oh, I'm sorr-" Y/N said.

Harry cut her off and said"No, don't apologise. I've always wanted to that. It's just that you've got …". He pointed to the girl's upper lip and she wiped it off.

*end of flashback*

"Y/N, how could you do this to me." Harry's voice trembled. "You said you'd never leave me"

It was the summer after Sirus' death and Harry had decided to stay at the order's headquarters. Y/N walked into Sirus' room to find Harry sitting on his godfather's bed. Y/N walked slowly and sat down beside him not saying anything. Harry looked at her with tears in his eyes and turned his head away from her.

"Harry" Y/N whispered, getting up to move in front of him. She kneeled in front of him and Harry still tried to avoid eye contact.

"Can I have a hug" Harry finally said with a cracked voice. Y/N got up immediately and Harry buried his head into her stomach. Harry's tears soaking her shirt but she didn't care , all that mattered right now was her best friend and whether he was okay or not. Y/N kept on whispering reassuring words to him.

Once Harry had calmed down he made Y/N make a promise. "Promise you won't leave me… ever " Harry said with a shaky voice. "Never" Y/N said. "I am not going anywhere".

*end of flashback*

He heard Hermione yell "Harry! We are going to be late". He quickly wiped his tears and got up. He took one final look at the photo and said " Thank you for saving my life but who's gonna draw stars around my scars now. I just wish… I could have saved your life."

[thusspoketrish]

A Ferret, a ScarHead, a Weasel, and a Baby Excerpt

Harry sidles up to Weasel, the baby now against his chest, her little cheek right over where his heart is. In several mind-numbingly complicated moves, Weasel has Harry twisting, turning, and lifting his arms until only her little head appears above the sling’s opening, now securely attached to him like the sack of flour she is.

When Weasel steps back, a burst of laughter escapes him so strong that he doubles over, hands on his knees. “Blimey! This is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen! Hold on, I have to take a picture of this!” Weasel gasps, all but running out of the foyer despite Draco’s protestations.

“I don’t have all bloody day!” Draco cries, throwing his hands up.

Harry’s arms cradle the baby, a tranquil look on his face. As Draco watches him smile down at her, some of the fiery indignation lodged in his chest begins to die down. He takes a moment to look Harry up and down, and another feeling settles in the pit of his stomach. He’s startled to find that it’s lust.

Draco can’t figure out why or how, but Harry looks astonishingly fitter than usual with a baby attached to him. Draco finds that he can’t look away, instead indulging in the warm feeling spreading from the pit of his stomach to the rest of his body, a hot and hungry feeling, thriving as if it’s sucking all the heat out of the air.

The sack of flour sneezes, and Harry visibly melts. “You are so precious,” he whispers tenderly, one of his massive hands coming up to gently smooth over the baby’s wispy blonde hair before placing her knitted hat on.

Harry’s eyes then meet Draco’s and slowly widen. His eyebrows inch towards his hairline with every silent second that ticks by between them until there’s a blinding flash of light, startling both of them out of their locked gaze.

Draco’s never been so thankful for Weasel’s timing.

Read FSW+B on AO3 HERE!

[daddiesdrarryy]

Draco: Seriously, Potter, how many of you freaks do I have to fight?

Harry: Oh, I’m the only one that matters, Malfoy. See, you messed with my friends, and now I’m going to fuck you

Everyone: …

Ron: It’s “fuck you up,” Harry

Harry: Wait, what did I say?

[vomits0cutely]

Can I just say that the Potter men had the biggest and most muscular arms and thighs

[doting-dov3]

In the movie Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, when Hermione runs into the Great Hall after being revived from petrification, just as she’s shaking Ron’s hand, you can see Draco watching the trio in the background.

I just thought that was very sweet and played well into shipping — Drarry, Dramione and or even Draco/Ron. (I’m not aware of any ship name for them, but I’d be open to hearing any!)

[elliebyrrdwrites]

A Dream Within a Dream

So, all of those drabbles that turned into a story? I have started to add them to Ao3. The first two chapters are posted, with editing and some small additions!

Summary:

They say the creation of everything started with Chaos. That amongst the nothingness, within its vast void was undifferentiated and indistinguishable. For Hermione, it started with a bang. A jolt to her heart that was so strong and violent that she felt it throughout her entire body, heard it in her ears like the deafening bang of a gong. Or In which Draco turns Hermione into a Horcrux.