#why harry and ginny belong together

[breaniebree]

Hello, my name is Brianna. I am fairly new to the hinny fandom. I never took the couple too seriously in the books, since they only had a few scenes, and just thought J.K. Rowling needed to put Harry with someone. I started ASC about a month ago, for the Sirius and Remus raising Harry content, but now that I’ve caught up and I’ve seen your Hinny, I see them completely differently. I went back and read the last two HP books, and I’m a little confused how so many people are diehard shippers of this couple who is barely seen together. Ginny is such a small character in the books and we barely know her, and her scenes with Harry are short and infrequent. So can I ask you what made you fall so in love with them? Everyone who ships Hinny has told me they think the two of them are just so different than all the other HP couples and so unique. I just found out that J.K. Rowling herself called them soulmates. I’ve never heard her speak so highly of any of her couples. She has said iffy things on Remus and Tonks, James and Lily, and even said putting Ron and Hermione together was a mistake and she doesn’t think it would work out. Yet she states Harry and Ginny are “remarkable” together and are “soulmates.” It just completely shocks me because they barely exist outside of Harry’s own thoughts and a few heated snogs. So can you, or someone, explain to me why they’re so special. Is it the fact that they’re friends as much as they are lovers? Is it the quidditch bond? The whole “been possessed by Voldemort” thing? I mean I can see all that, but none of that is shown much in the books besides the quidditch bond. I’m not asking what makes their relationship a good one, I’m asking what makes it so much deeper and more remarkable than all the other couples in HP/ASC. Because if there’s this many people who love them this much, and the author herself basically said their relationship is stronger and more passionate than her other pairings, there is definitely something I’m not seeing. Because from what I can see in the books, they’re just like any other standard couple. She has a crush on the famous boy who’s her brothers best friend, he didn’t like her back. Then she got hot, and she was funny and he’d known her for a while, so he now thinks he’s in love with her. Then everyone marries their hogwarts sweetheart. I’m just not seeing anything that makes them so great of a couple.

Can someone explain to me?

Hi, Brianna!

First of all, welcome to the Hinny fandom! We are awesome because we love Hinny, who are awesome and perfect and so in love!

Thank you for starting my story of A Second Chance about Sirius and Remus raising Harry. I'm glad that version of Hinny has shown you a different perspective on them as a couple. I did make them a lot closer than in the books and I added a lot of backstory that JKR didn't provide. As to how so many people are such diehard Hinny shippers, I can't tell you why everyone else likes them, but I can tell you why I do and why I've shipped them together since the beginning.

The first time Harry ever sees her is in Philosopher's Stone and it's interesting to me because he's not a very observant person. The things he notices and things he doesn't sometimes makes him seem rather oblivious. Yet the first time he sees Mrs Weasley at the train station, he takes note of Ginny. He takes note of her immediately holding her mother's hand and then when they bid the boys goodbye, Harry actually watches Ginny waving at her brothers until he can no longer see her or Mrs Weasley anymore. In Chamber of Secrets, we're given more of Ginny's character. We learn that Ginny has a bit of a crush on Harry and is very embarrassed. She blushes when he's around and while Harry is embarrassed by this himself, he also again is very observant of her. From her putting her elbow in the butter dish, to asking about her being strange around him. When in the bookstore, he gives all of his books to her without a second thought -- not to Ron, but to Ginny. I think this is an important distinction that he gave them to her and not to his best mate. And here is where we see a bit of her personality coming out when Malfoy comes to taunt Harry, she immediately defends him. In the short weeks she's spent with him, she's realized he's not a celebrity, he's just Harry and he doesn't want the attention. She stands up for him. He's happy when she's sorted into Gryffindor with them. Harry notices she's quiet at school; is observant of Percy forcing a pepper-up potion on her, and when she approaches him and Ron to tell them about the diary, he immediately takes stock of her strange posture, the worry in her eyes, and he knows whatever she has to tell them is more than it seems, but they're interrupted and his attention is drawn elsewhere. Harry doesn't notice things like this about other random students and for someone he doesn't speak much with, it's interesting. To me it's like he was drawn to her in a way he didn't understand. The singing Valentine embarrasses him, but when he finds out its from her, he's more intrigued and confused. But like the butter dish, he doesn't mention it to her. Harry knows better than anyone that being singled out over a thing she might be embarrassed for isn't a good feeling and he doesn't mention it. Then, when Harry and Ron discover she's been taken down into the Chamber by the monster, yes, he has a hero complex and probably would have gone after anyone he knew down there, but his first thought when he sees her lying on the floor is please don't be dead. A boy who has never known affection, is basically touch starved and awkward when one of his best friends (Hermione) hugs or touches him, grabs her hand and begs her not to be dead.

In Prisoner of Azkaban, we don't see as much of Ginny, but it's her he notices after the Dementors attack the train. He takes note of how pale she looks and how horrified by whatever it was she sees and notices that other than himself, she seemed to be affected the most by the Dementors. In the Goblet of Fire, he sees her more around her brothers, sees the mischief in her with the way she laughs and talks with Fred and George. She's excited about the world cup and into the match like the rest of them and when Ron suggests he go to the Yule Ball with her, despite him having a crush on Cho, he immediately notices that she doesn't jump to go with him. She already promised Neville. For a girl that has a school girl crush on the Harry Potter, the fact that she keeps her word is something Harry notices. He doesn't take much in at the Yule Ball. He doesn't want to dance, isn't really his thing, but he notices Ginny dancing with Neville and that Neville steps on her toes.

In Order of the Phoenix, he sees more of that mischief side as she spends time trying to overhear things from the Order. He notices that she sits on his bed and tells him to calm down, tells him off for yelling at everyone. He notices her easy friendship with Tonks, takes note of the sound of her laugh, and that she cheers for his non expulsion even louder than the twins. When the DA starts, it's her suggestion of the name he's immediately drawn to despite fancying Cho who suggests Defence Association (DA). It's her he notices has great form and is powerful with her spells. When Arthur is attacked and he panics, it's Ginny who is the only person to get through to him and he immediately feels guilty for not remembering that this girl was once possessed by Voldemort and could tell him if he had been too. When he's missing Sirius, it's Ginny he tells and she sits there and listens to him without saying a word as they share chocolate in the library. When he has to go to the Ministry to save Sirius, it's her he steps in front of first to protect in the Hall of Prophecy. He notices how she tries to stand on her broken ankle, tries to be strong. And at the end of the book when Ron makes a comment about her dating Corner and she says she's dating Dean now, Harry immediately looks over at her like he's not sure how he feels about it.

In the Half-Blood Prince, you finally get to see him notice her in a romantic way. I think you see the way he has always been drawn to her, but is noticing new things and how worried he is about liking her because Ron is such an important person in his life. He admires her skills at Quidditch and seems to be fascinated by her hair and her laugh. They spend time together at the Burrow and she jokes with him about Bill and Fleur and makes him laugh for the first time since Sirius' death. He takes close note of when she's annoyed with Dean, her emotions and her attitude at times in the book where it almost seems out of place. When they finally kiss, it's a buildup we were all waiting for and he actually says that it's the happiest he's ever felt in his life. It's freeing to him because Ginny makes him feel like himself, like the person he's supposed to be without all of the darkness that seems to follow him. He's happy and when he breaks up with her after Dumbledore's death, the change in him is evident. It's her he thinks about about nonstop.

In the Deathly Hallows, he notices her gold dress and the way other people are watching her. He warns Viktor Krum away from her. When she kisses him in her bedroom before they leave, that moment is pivotal in their relationship and if Ron hadn't interrupted them, it makes you wonder what more would have happened or would have been said. He seeks her out on the map, watching her dot wander around Hogwarts gives him comfort. His eyes find her when he arrives at Hogwarts and when she argues with him about fighting, he's exasperated and proud and terrified of losing her more than anyone else. He doesn't ask anyone else to hide or to stay back -- only Ginny. When the battle is over, he looks for her in the Great Hall. She was the last thing he thought of before he went to his death and the last thought on his mind when Voldemort killed him.

It may have seemed like a quick relationship, but if you take all of these little pieces, I think you can see that Harry loved her longer than he realized. He paid attention to her. He took note of what she did when she was around him without realizing it. I think this is why they are soulmates because they were drawn to each other without fully realizing it and when they finally came together, it wasn't just that they made each other happy, it was that they made each other whole.

As I said, I have shipped them since Chamber of Secrets and have been a diehard Hinny fan since 1999 when I first read the books. They belong together and I just can't enjoy a story where they're not.

[saintsenara]

Thoughts on Ron and Hermione as a ship?

thank you very much for the ask, @thesilverstarling!

i’ll state my position straight away: book ron and hermione are the best of the canon couples.

they will have a long and extremely happy marriage made rich by great and stalwart love, lust, fun, and faithfulness, rather than held together by duty and couples’ therapy like so many readers and authors (including jkr, who seems to have decided to spend the years since the conclusion of the series failing to understand anything about her own characters) tend to think.

i will state another position straight away: lest i seem like i’m just a fan with blinkers on, i think this even though hermione is, by far, my least favourite member of the trio. if she were real i would detest her, and i dislike how she is treated by the narrative as always justified in her negative characteristics. i like fanon hermione - perfect and preternaturally good - even less.

as a result, i think that it’s ridiculous that jkr has said that she thought ron needed to ‘become worthy’ of hermione. they belong together as equals - which is what they’re set up in the narrative as being from the off - and i hate seeing that undermined.

because ronald weasley? he’s an icon. and he doesn’t get anywhere near the respect he deserves in fandom.

there are multiple reasons for this - ron’s narrative purpose is to be the everyman sidekick, and so he is able to be less special than harry or hermione (the helper-figure); the amount of aristocracy wank in this fandom means that the weasleys’ ordinariness is less appealing to writers than making harry have twenty different lordships and call himself hadrian; the narrative interrogates ron’s flaws - especially his capacity for jealousy - much more intensively than it interrogates either hermione’s (cruel, inflexible, meddling) or harry’s (reckless, self-absorbed, judgemental) - but one i feel is particularly significant is that ron is such a british character that many of his traits are not understood as intended by non-british readers.

in particular - as is outlined in this excellent meta by @whinlatter - ron’s sense of humour isn’t indicative of immaturity or a lack of seriousness, but is, in fact, evidence that he’s the most emotionally aware of the trio.

ron is shown throughout the series to understand how both harry and hermione need to have their emotions approached - and i think there is no piece of writing which says this better than crocodile heart by @floreatcastellumposts:

That was what she liked most about Ron, she thought vaguely. He was very good at being suitably outraged on your behalf. For Harry, for her, for Neville. That sort of thing mattered, when you were hurt or embarrassed or wronged in some way. You needed to have someone else on your side, to be as emotional as you felt, maybe even more so, so that you might feel a bit more normal. It was very decent of him, and she was not sure he realised he did it.

ron’s inherent emotional awareness is an enormous source of comfort to other people. he does the work which isn’t flashy or special - he makes tea and tells jokes and is just there - but which is needed in healthy human relationships far more frequently than a willingness to fight to the death for the other person.

[as an aside, this normality - even though i think it is assumed rather than justified by the text - is also what ginny provides for harry. if you believe that hinny are a good couple but romione aren’t… i can’t help you.]

but let’s look at some specific reasons why ron and hermione belong together:

their communication styles mesh perfectly. ron is the only person hermione knows who feeds her love of being challenged and debated, and who is able to engage in this way of communicating without becoming irate when she refuses to back down. ron is good at picking his battles, but he’s also good at recognising that hermione’s tendency to argue isn’t intended to be confrontational a lot of the time - it’s just the way she works through feelings and problems. he’s far more easy-going about her tendency to nag, interrupt, try to provoke arguments, or speak condescendingly than he’s given credit for - and hermione evidently respects this, since when he does tell her not to push a situation (above all, when she’s trying to needle harry into talking about sirius), she listens to him.

that ron and hermione’s tendency to bicker is taken by fans to be a bad thing is because it’s something harry - from whose perspective the narrative is written - doesn’t understand. harry is extremely conflict-avoidant - he tends to take being pushed on views and opinions he has to be insulting; and he has a tendency to assume that he is right which is just as profound as hermione’s. he and ginny communicate not by debating, but by ginny having no time for his rigidity and refusing to indulge it - but ron and hermione bickering about everything is not a negative thing within their specific emotional dynamic.

[as another aside, this glaring chasm in communication styles is why harry and hermione would be a disaster as a couple.]

they each provide validation the other needs. it’s clear - reading between the lines - that hermione is a tremendously lonely person. the friendlessness of her initial few weeks at hogwarts seems to be a continuation of her experience as a child, and - outside of ron and harry - that friendlessness endures through her schooldays. i’m always struck, for example, by the fact that, when she falls out with ron in prisoner of azkaban, she has no-one else to spend time with, and that this is only avoided in half-blood prince because harry decides not to freeze her out. i don’t think her friendship with ginny is anywhere near as close as fanon seems to imply (ginny has no interest in being nagged either), nor do i think that she’s anywhere near as close to neville (not least because she is so condescending to him) as she’s often written to be.

and this loneliness seems to stretch beyond hogwarts. the absence of hermione’s parents’ from the narrative is - in a doylist sense - clearly just a device to maximise time with the trio all together, but the watsonian reading is that she doesn’t have a particularly good relationship with them. hermione’s obviously upper-middle-class background - the name! the skiing! the holidays in the south of france! - can be presumed, i think, to come with a series of expectations from her parents which she feels constantly that she’s not entirely meeting, particularly expectations attached to academic success.

[for example, the grangers - were she a muggle child - would undoubtedly have ambitions for her to attend an elite university and then go into a prestigious career. tertiary education of the type that they’re familiar with doesn’t seem to exist in the wizarding world - most careers seem to be taught by apprenticeship - and this, alongside all the other divides between the magical and muggle worlds which contribute to the distance between them, would be one very obvious area in which she felt the need to prove herself to them.]

ron, too, has quite a difficult relationship with his position in the family - voldemort’s locket is not wrong to point out that he seems to receive considerably less of his mother’s emotional attention than ginny or the rest of his brothers - and he too is constrained by expectations which he doesn’t know how to explain he has no interest in - above all, molly’s desire for her sons to achieve top grades and go into the ministry.

he also suffers while at hogwarts from being ‘harry potter’s best friend’, something which harry never appreciates. but hermione does. she recognises ron’s jealousy and never allows harry to minimise it (and she and ron are very much aligned on having no respect for harry’s saviour and martyr complexes). she appreciates ron’s strengths - above all his kindness and his sense of humour - and makes him feel as though he’s achieved things with them. and ron does the same for her; he is hugely observant when it comes to her, and he challenges and defends her.

the two of them clearly spend a lot of time together one-on-one while harry’s involved in his various shenanigans (including outside of school - hermione has often arrived at the burrow days or even weeks before harry, and they seem to write to each other frequently when apart). they do this within a relationship which is fundamentally equal. one issue with hinny is that, post-war, harry is going to have to get used to seeing ginny as a peer, rather than as someone he has to protect. but ron and hermione never have that issue - equality is baked into their relationship from the off.

because, to be quite frank, fandom overstates the role that jealousy plays in their relationship. it’s true that ron certainly doesn’t acquit himself brilliantly when it comes to hermione’s relationship with viktor krum (it’s because he’s bi and doesn’t know it yet), and a tendency to externalise his insecurity into trying to make others also feel insecure is one of his primary negative traits (hermione does this too, via her patented lofty voice when she’s trying to condescend to people). but this is often taken as the initial red flag for how the relationship would crash and burn, and ron’s toxic jealousy is often used in fan-fiction as the trigger for emotional and physical violence towards hermione which, frequently, seems to drive her into the arms of either draco malfoy or severus snape… who are, of course, the first people we think of when we hear the words ‘not prone to jealousy’...

but i think it’s important to point out several things in defence of ron’s jealousy over krum. firstly, hermione evidently regards his jealousy as ridiculous - she’s upset by it, yes, but her upset must be understood as being caused by the fact that she wanted him to ask her out. she doesn’t think he’s being possessive, she thinks he’s being stupid. secondly, hermione is equally as jealous over ron’s crush on fleur delacour and relationship with lavender brown. she behaves just as cruelly when it comes to lavender as ron does when it comes to krum - and the narrative only treats her actions as more sympathetic or justified both because harry dislikes lavender too, and because, by that point in the series, jkr has dispensed with any inclination to ever criticise her.

but, outside of this teenage pettiness, ron is never jealous of hermione over things which matter. he is never jealous of her intelligence or competence or ambition or success (indeed, he defends her constantly from attacks designed to undermine her in these areas). for someone who struggles with being overshadowed by harry, he is never upset at being overshadowed by her. he is clearly going to be happy to support her in any of the career ambitions she can be written as having post-war.

and, on this point, i think it’s worth interrogating why so many readers still seem to feel uncomfortable with the idea of ron and hermione having a dynamic where she is the more ‘powerful’ one. [it’s always a bit trite to say ‘but what if the genders were reversed?’, but actually that’s not irrelevant here]. if hermione ends up taking the ministry by storm and ron becomes a stay-at-home father or has a job which is just to pay the bills, what, precisely, is wrong with that? why, precisely, should hermione regard ron making that choice for himself as a negative thing? hermione so often seems to leave ron in fan-fiction because of a lack of ambition - something which seems to be particularly common in dramione - but, in canon, she is shown to not particularly care if ron and harry do the bare minimum when it comes to studying etc. she nags them to do their work so they don’t get in trouble. she doesn’t nag them to do it to the same standard that she would.

and, actually, i think that ron being less ambitious than hermione is something which is key to how well they work. because ron provides not only emotional support, but emotional clarity.

hermione is shown throughout canon to - just as harry does - have a tendency to become obsessive to the detriment of her own health. she is also often - as harry is - emotionally or intellectually inflexible, and finds it hard to move on when what she feels or believes is proven to be wrong. both she and harry are micro-thinkers, who lean towards knee-jerk assumptions and stubborn convictions (and, indeed, hermione has a remarkably hagrid-ish tendency towards blind loyalty).

ron is none of these things. ron is a big-picture thinker (it’s why he’s so good at chess). he’s a pragmatist. he’s the least righteous of the three. he understands that faith and loyalty are choices, and that sometimes these choices will lead to outcomes which are bad or hard. he is the one of the three most willing to own up to having made mistakes. he is the one least likely to act on gut instinct (and, therefore, the hardest to fool - i think it’s worth emphasising that he clocks that tom riddle is tricking harry immediately, the only one of the trio to do so). he understands that things are a marathon, not a sprint. he is the least obsessive.

and these traits contribute to aspects of his character which are underappreciated. ron worries about hermione making herself ill during exams, or when she is using the time-turner, and makes an effort to get her to set healthy boundaries and redirect her anxiety. ron stands on a broken leg in front of sirius or goes into the forest to fight aragog not out of righteousness, but out of choice. ron takes over the burden of preparing buckbeak’s defence when it is clear that hermione is approaching burnout. ron is completely right that harry hasn’t done any long-term planning for the horcrux hunt, and his anger does force harry to tighten up after he leaves the trio. ron has a clear head in the middle of battle. ron makes harry and hermione laugh. ron is unafraid of human emotion. ron arrests harry’s tendency to brood over the little things by looking at the bigger picture. ron will always come back.

ron is bringing his politician wife regular cups of tea and making sure she doesn’t work all night. he is helping his lawyer wife to feel less upset over losing one case by reminding her that she’s won ten others. he is noticing stress creeping in and whirling her off for a dirty weekend, or even just a takeaway on the sofa. he is teaching his daughter to be proud of her ambition and his son to treat women as equals and both of his children that all you can do when you fuck up is apologise and try to do better. he is making hermione smile on the worst days of her life. he is helping her strategise her long-term goals when she gets stuck on the short-term ones. he is telling her straight when she needs to get it together. he is seeing a misogynistic head of department call hermione a ‘silly little girl’ and choosing to tell him exactly what he thinks of that.

ron is the ultimate wife guy. hermione is a very, very lucky lady.

[dramioneasks]

Can u please recommend some full length rom-com style dramione

Random recs:

Benefits By: artemisgirl - M, one-shot - “I’m trying to make a case for why she should marry me,” Draco told him, scowling as Harry started laughing. “If I want an upgrade from ‘friends with benefits’ to 'husband with benefits'—” … When Draco Malfoy realizes that 'friends with benefits’ just isn’t enough anymore, he begins to strategize on how to get Hermione to commit to more.

Hot for Teacher - MotherofBulls - E, 26 chapters - Draco is a single dad trying to raise a teenager on his own. When he notices his son’s newfound interest in girls, he takes it upon himself to give him some fatherly advice. Little does he know that his son’s crush is none other than his own childhood nemesis, who has taken up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts. Draco tries to juggle awkward situations, parenthood, and his own budding interest in Hermione Granger. Part 1 of “This Is Everything” series. COMPLETE!

The Bargain by Lincolepog - M, 29 chapters, Words: 102,657  - Heading back to Hogwarts for his 7th year, Draco Malfoy is given a very interesting deal from Hermione Granger; to play the role of her fake boyfriend. As time goes on, they learn to get passed their differences, but is it enough? What will it cost the two of them?

Starving by CharliPetidei - E, 5 chapters - Hermione has everything figured out. Sex is like food. Club nights are far too expensive. And men belong in the category of 'things that are more faff than they're worth'. You know, like hair straightening charms, lingerie, and mathematical integration. This is a story about food and sex, though not at the same time. Winner of best fluff, best smut, and runner-up for best use of prompt in the Dramione Fanfiction Forum's 2020 'Sounds Like Dramione' comp.

Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love by isthisselfcare - E, 36 chapters, Words: 199,584 - Hermione straddles the Muggle and Magical worlds as a medical researcher and Healer about to make a big discovery. Draco is an Auror assigned to protect her from forces unknown – to both of their displeasure. Features hyper-competent, fiery Hermione and lazy, yet dangerous, Draco. Slow burn.

Bad Books and Second Looks - GracefulLioness - E, 10 chapters - Hermione has not been lucky in love. When a break-up forces her to find a new flat, she thinks she’s hit the jackpot. Until she realises that she might just be falling for her new flatmate’s boyfriend. Perhaps when Ginny lends her some of her steamy romance novels, her luck will change.

You Make Me Shiver and Shake by Stargazing121 - M, 16 chapters - Draco is an artistic genius, Hermione a budding art agent. But once they start to work together, will they be able to resist the growing attraction between them? “I’m not going to take you on as an art client!” Hermione scoffed. “Why not Granger,” he said. His tone was silky, like the sound of fine cloth running through your hands. “You know there has always been something between us.” “That won’t work on me,” she answered flatly. “Ok, I admit that was pushing it.” He shrugged, “But pushing against beautiful women is what I do best Granger.” “Not that either.” “Damn it, I forgot that trying to flirt with you was like flirting with a slug. Actually, I think I’d get more luck with the slug.” “You’d make a lovely couple. You’re certainly as slippery,” Hermione said. “I can think of someone I would rather form a partnership with,” he said, his voice low and almost a whisper.

Clueless - jacemorgensterns - T, one-shot - Draco is a college student living in an apartment with his roommate Theo. He occasionally gets into trouble and always gets away with it. When his luck is threatening to turn on him Hermione comes to to the rescue and an agreement between them forms that eventually spirals out of control. A Dramione romcom AU with as many romcom tropes I could fit in from Draco’s point of view. One-shot.

Fate Has It In For Me by jigglyjelly28 - T, 39 chapters, Words: 196,573 - “Seeing as you two have driven me half-mad over these few months with your Veela heritage problem, I thought that it would be perhaps, in Pureblood politeness, that you at least give a suitable explanation of what you’ve been doing.” Draco was told he was a Veela years ago but forgot. He’s been told again and has a year to find his Mate.

Accidental Proposal - CJRed - M, 36 chapters, Words: 108,673 - Hermione finds out that she is really a Nott, and there are so many rules to being a Pureblood, too bad Draco Malfoy seems to have forgotten one of the most important rules of all! Hermione/Draco. Theo and Hermione are siblings. Ignores epilogue and off canon in some other places as well. Set in 8th year. Language, Fluff, and Lemons. Complete.

-Lisa

[thegirlwhowrites642]

Weren’t they both insecure in DH? With Ginny giving Harry the kiss in her room for him to remember her by, and the scene with Ginny volunteering Luna instead of Cho? And Harry’s jealously of imagining someone else marrying Ginny.

[ask in reference to this]

I'm not fully sure what the question is supposed to be here, but I'll give it a try.

In DH, Harry and Ginny display possessiveness over each other. As I said in the post I linked: Harry is possessive of Ginny, and while it wasn't the point in that analysis, of course it's a mutual thing. We see it with the Cho moment, the Krum one, Harry being an idiot about Dean asking about Ginny [how could you not love Harry?].

The jealousy they display in DH though it's quite contextual to the fact they want to be together but can't. Generally speaking jealousy does not define Harry and Ginny's dynamic as we saw while they were dating but even earlier. Ginny literally gave relationship advice to Harry about Cho (borderline masochistic behavior) and Harry was very respectful of Ginny's relationship with Dean (too much if you ask me; come on, Harry, not even one snarky comment?).

Because of this, when I talked about Harry being annoyed by Ginny's friendship with Neville right after the war, I brought up elements of a very specific context, like the fact that it would be a very emotionally fragile time.

That said, I want to talk about two moments you brought up because, while they underline the idea that Harry and Ginny want to belong to each other, they are not about jelousy:

the kiss in Ginny's room

Harry imagining Ginny marrying someone else

The kiss in Ginny's room is way more complex than jealousy. For those who haven't noticed this: Ginny has a tendency to deflect pain with humor. And the veela thing is an inside joke between Harry and Ginny from the previous book.

What the kiss actually means is:

let's have a proper goodbye because you are probably going to die

but also don't die because I love you and you need to come back to me

I'm going to give you hope while you go on a masochistic journey that an old man with trust issues told you to do only with the help of two other random teenagers

That's why Harry thinks about that kiss before dying. It's a comfort of course, that's one big role Ginny has in Harry's life, but it's also in direct contrast with Harry seeing his dead family, Ginny is the family he has in life, if he can live he has someone to come back to. And so once again the author inserts the element of choice, in this case between the family who waits for him in death and the one that waits for him in life.

Harry imagining Ginny with someone else wasn't about jealousy either, even if, of course, he doesn't like this hypothetical other guy. After the fight with Ron, Harry realizes for the first time he and Ginny are probably not going to get back together because he sees no future in front of him. He can see only Voldemort, while in his head of course Ginny is obviously going to live a happy long life (Harry doesn't even want to get remotely close to the idea of Ginny dying). This is why at that moment Harry doesn't go back to Ginny despite telling her he would. He is half dead, and as long as that's true, he can't be with Ginny. The whole structure of the saga is substantially based on this: Harry can live only when he'll defeat Voldemort, he can have his future once the other is dead. And that's why the last scene of the saga is between Harry and Ginny: he got his future.

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We’re all weird

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Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader (formerly)

Hi this is my first time writing something for Harry Potter. The idea for this plot’s kind of based off a dream I had which is why some stuff doesn’t make sense. Like the setting. I know every autistic person has a different experience, so I tried to write this as similar to my own experiences as I could. Also the story doesn’t follow the main timeline of the books or movies. I don’t own any characters except reader and the four first year students.

Whether the reader is diagnosed or not, it’s open to interpretation

Summary: After you catch Draco cheating on you, you’re forced to go to a school banquet. Unfortunately you can’t avoid anyone.

Tags/warnings: ableism, internalized ableism, name calling, reader has an emotional outburst, Dumbledore being confusing, reader is autistic, social isolation, bullying, teasing, Draco being mean, pure blood supremacy, mentions of cheating, angst

You looked around the venue for an empty table. You were one of the last people to arrive, so all the tables were taken. If only you hadn’t spent the last hour overthinking and dreading this event, you could have gotten ready and arrived a lot sooner instead of grabbing one of the last portkeys that were set up at the school.

The theme of the party was for the students to dress in their house colors. Being a Slytherin, you wore an off the shoulder emerald silk dress that went down to your feet, accentuated with a slit that showed off your entire left leg. You decided to keep your hair down to use as a curtain for your face as you always did as a way to avoid eye contact.

As your eyes scanned the rows of small tables lined along the room horizontally, they met the very reason you were dreading coming here. You spotted the group of Slytherins from your year, which included your ex-boyfriend Draco and his friends, Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle. Draco had his arm around Pansy, who looked over to you, which drew the attention of everyone else at the table.

“Look, it’s Flappy-hands.” Even through all the people talking in the room, you managed to hear Pansy’s comment referring to your habit of flapping your hands when you were happy or excited about something.

You saw Goyle get up from his seat. He started to flap his hands while jumping up and down. Even though you had a harder time reading people’s intentions, you knew he

“I can’t believe I ever dated a freak like her.” Draco was telling his friends. “She brings shame to Slytherin. Would’ve been better off as a Hufflepuff.” He rolled his eyes.

“Only because she's a pure-blood, but that doesn’t mean they should let freaks like her into the Wizarding World.” Blaise said.

“Dumbledore only made her Head Girl because he felt sorry for her. He’s the only one too.” Pansy laughed.

You knew that wasn’t the case as evidenced by your several conversations with him. Dumbledore always knew you were different from other students even before you figured it out, it seemed. When you came to him to question what made you deserve this position, he said something about how he knew you were one of the rare people who would never abuse their position, and that the extra responsibilities would help you grow as a person.

“She really earned her place as Head Girl.” Crabbe smirked before adding, “she’s the Head of the freaks.”

You were in no place to cry at the moment. You wished you could be in one of your “safe rooms” around the school where no one would be around you to bother you.

A few tables in front of the seventh year Slytherins, you spotted the table with the Gryffindors from your year along with Ginny and Luna. Every time you saw Harry Potter with his friends, you couldn’t help but feel jealous. You didn’t know why. Maybe it was because of how well they all seem to belong together, except for when they got into fights but that was normal for any friend group. Everytime you’d pass by them, you’d think about how nice it would be to be friends with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They might as well have been friends with every Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff too. They were welcoming towards students from other houses, except for yours which made you feel left out from the rest of the school. Especially during your fifth year when you found out Harry and his friends formed a secret group called Dumbledore’s Army, and hadn’t invited anyone from Slytherin. Not only was that group in on something you weren’t, but so were your former friends. You felt like a reject in the middle.

Your thoughts were consumed by the events of the past week and the course of your overall social life.

Everything from the day Draco asked you to be his girlfriend to that time you came back into the common room after patrolling the halls and saw him making out with Pansy on the couch invaded your memories. You were completely clueless to the fact that Draco had been flirting with you for the last two years, so it was a surprise to have him ask you out and call you beautiful. Everyone in your group could see how flirtatious he was except for you.

You had years of practice of holding in your tears when something emotional would randomly pop into your mind, this should be no different, you thought.

For as long as you’ve been in school, Draco, and all the other Slytherins from your year were the only people you’ve ever hung out with. Even though you hung out with that group for years, you always felt that there was something off, like you didn’t really belong, and they seemed to think that way too. It wasn’t until you broke off from them that the insults about your differences came at you unrestrained. They’d point out every little thing about you that they found odd, most of which were things you didn’t notice about yourself.

Before you became Head Girl when you used to share a dorm with the other girls, you’d catch them whispering to each other about the little odd things about you they would notice, like how you didn’t understand when you weren’t welcome into a conversation or how there were jokes and expressions you took seriously. You didn’t know how to stick up for yourself without crying, so all you could do was pretend to sleep by using your covers and pillow to muffle your sniffles.

It was a break from your routine after you cut them off where you were left completely lost and confused. You liked routines and order in your life. It was like having the rail of the stairs to hold onto for a long time and relying on it to get you through it, only for it to be snatched from you.

After you had caught your ex-boyfriend making out with Pansy, you used the disillusionment charm to sneak into your dorm where you cried. Not bothering to change out of your uniform, you hatched a plan to get revenge on Draco the next day, to humiliate him in front of the whole school. The plan was that you would intercept him in the courtyard after class and throw all your rage at him, then yell exactly what he’d done in front of everyone. What you didn’t plan was for him and his friends to laugh in your face as they told you that he’d been cheating on you with Pansy since a month into your relationship when he wanted to give up on “dating the freak.” You thought the other students from other houses around you would defend you, but with you being a Slytherin, you should’ve known that they’d keep quiet as you ran away since you were associated with that notorious group.

You were so in your thoughts that you didn’t pay attention to which table you sat yourself at.

“Hello.” You heard a small, high pitch voice from across you. As quickly as you turned to the owner of the voice, you looked down at your lap. It was a first-year Gryffindor student. Next to her was a Hufflepuff boy, also a first-year. It had just come to your attention that you, a seventh-year student, was sitting at a table full of first-years. To your left, you saw a Ravenclaw boy and to the opposite side of you, a Slytherin girl you didn’t recognize. You knew they were first years mostly because they were wearing their school uniforms instead of the fancy dresses and suits the older students were allowed to wear. You assumed the first-years had to show up in their uniforms so that the older students would be able to distinguish the ones who needed guidance more or something like that.

“Aren’t you the Head Girl?” The Gryffindor student asked you.

“Yeah.” You forced yourself to look into her eyes briefly before you spotted the staff table at the back of the room and looked down. You had come close to making eye contact with Draco’s father, Lucius. You should’ve known he’d be there. He was the governor of Hogwarts. Besides your former group, he was the person you were dreading to see for the rest of the night. You used your fingers to brush some hair in front of your face, hoping he wouldn’t see you.

“Why are you hiding your face?” The same girl sitting across from you asked. Shielding half of your face with your hand now, you looked up at her.

“There’s someone here I don’t want to see tonight.” You whispered.

“Who?” The same girl asked, not lowering her voice.

“There’s a man behind you. He’s sitting at the staff table. He’s the blonde man next to Professor Snape. His name is Lucius Malfoy. He’s my ex’s father and the Hogwarts governor.”

“Oh yeah,” the Slytherin girl sitting to your right piped up. “I’ve seen you around a lot with your friends.”

“They’re not my friends anymore.”

“Sorry, I forgot your name. We’re all first years. We don’t really know a lot of people at the school.” The Gryffindor girl said to you. After introducing yourself, they told you their names. The Gryffindor’s name was Melanie, the Slytherin’s name was Kayla, the Ravenclaw’s name was Stuart, and the Hufflepuff was named Owen.

“Why did you and your boyfriend break up?” Kayla asked you. You would’ve thought that she’d be more informed about your house’s gossip, but seeing as her friend told you that they didn’t know a lot of people, you deduced that the four of them mostly kept to each other for company more than students of their own houses.

“I caught him cheating on me with another girl from our house. It’s because they all think I’m weird. They’ve been calling me a freak.” You stopped yourself from saying more. You did not want to start crying.

“It’s okay we’re all weird here.” Melanie said.

“Yeah that’s why we have each other.” Stuart said.

You looked up at all four of them, smiling at their apparent welcomeness towards you. You quickly realized you shouldn’t have looked up again as you spotted Lucius and Snape having a separate conversation from the rest of their table, about you probably.

“I think they’re looking at us.” Stuart tapped on your shoulder. You flinched. “Sorry, do you not like being touched?”

“Don’t you?” You asked him.

“No, it’s fine I hug my friends and family all the time.” He smiled. “You’re like my cat. He hates being touched too.” You couldn’t understand how there were people who were okay with being touched, it felt smothering to you.

Stuart left the mostly one-sided conversation to dig into his plate which gave you time to eavesdrop on the one Lucius and Snape were having.

“I see your son’s ex-girlfriend has distanced herself from her usual friends.” You could hear Snape say even through all the noise of overlapping conversations around you.

As quickly as the two participants of the conversation looked over to you, you hung your head down for the umpteenth time that night.

After a while of you taking your eyes off them, you could feel two new presences behind you, and you didn’t like it at all. You were dreading the words you predicted would come out of Lucius’ mouth should he come into contact with you tonight.

It was Snape who spoke first instead. “If it isn’t the Head Girl, hanging out with the four troublemakers I have the delight of having as my students.”

“Good evening, sir.” It was the first sentence you heard Owen say since he told you his name.

You knew if you turned around you’d see the same scowl you’d grown familiar with seeing over the years.

“Aren’t you, an eighteen-year-old about to graduate, too old to be hanging out with first years? You won’t even be there for them next year.” Snape spoke to you.

With a shaky breath, you forced yourself to look into the eyes of the two men as you turned around in your chair.

Lucius put a hand on Snape’s shoulder. “If you recall our first meeting where I, a seventh year Head Boy befriended you, a first year, you wouldn’t be so harsh on her. She’s only doing for them what I did for you.” You were confused that your ex’s father was apparently defending you.

“I’m going off what happened.” He explained.

“You’re her ex’s dad aren’t you?” Owen turned to him with a raised eyebrow. That made Lucius’ attention snap away from you.

“Did you know your son cheated on her, that’s just mean.” Kayla said.

“How dare you disrespect your elders like that.” Snape clenched his fists. “I’ll be taking ten points from the five of you each. Such disgrace coming from my own house. Unbelievable.” He scoffed.

“That’s not fair.” Melanie argued.

“Does anyone want detention?” Snape warned and everyone at your table shut their mouths.

“I was not aware you and Draco were no longer together until your teacher mentioned it. I’m usually the first person who hears from him.” Lucius said to you. “Really disappointing how you turned out, given the pure blood family you come from.”

Throughout your relationship, you thought the less time you spent with Draco’s parents, the less likely they’ll come to find out about the part of you and your personality you were desperate to keep hidden from other wizards for the sake of you seeming normal to them. And now you knew Snape spilled everything to him, every single thing that made you different that he was able to pick off you.

“Will you stop acting like a child who was caught being naughty and look into the eyes of whomever is speaking to you? As I’ve told you over and over?” You had to suppress the urge to swat Snape’s hand away as he reached down to pull the curtain of hair hovering over half your face. Now, both of your eyes were on him. Even with makeup on, your face felt naked without your hair covering it.

“She doesn’t like it when people touch her, you know. She didn’t do anything wrong.” Kayla glared at him.

He pulled his hand away from you. “That is the second time you have disrespected me tonight.” He glared back at the younger girl.

“She’s just a child, it’s understandable to have the instinct to defend someone who’s unable to do it for themselves.” It hurt that Lucius was taking a jab at your inability to stand up for yourself, something he picked up on really quick. Why couldn’t you pick up things about other people like that?

Snape’s eyes were on you again. You used a trick Dumbledore taught you where you looked at people’s forehead or eyebrows whenever you’d get uncomfortable and overwhelmed with holding eye contact. You used that trick on Snape quite often.

“As someone who’s about to graduate, you should know that the real world won’t be as forgiving of your freakish nature as Professor Dumbledore or your little friends. You know how they treat werewolves and Squibs.”

“I know.” You spoke for the first time in the conversation. You were converting your anger towards how the world had treated you into courage to stand up for yourself. At least that’s how you thought of it “The whole school actually made sure of it when they made it clear I’m not welcome here with the rest of you people!”

You didn’t have much volume control or awareness, and you didn’t know most of the people in the room heard what you said until Snape and Lucius looked around themselves. Your eyes followed theirs. Everyone had halted their conversations.

You saw Draco slap his palm against his forehead, muttering “she’s so embarrassing.”

“So is his father.” Harry whispered to his friends. You heard him and his friends snicker, but Draco didn’t.

“Yes, Draco and Harry. Your father and I are an embarrassment to Slytherin! Whatever!” You snapped at them. “Everyone should go ahead and tell each other how much of a loser I am too!” Your voice started to tremble and so did the tear running down your cheek. “About how I’ve never been truly welcomed in any of you all’s friend groups.”

“If I’d been sorted into Slytherin I would’ve known just how mental she is. Almost feel sorry for Malfoy. And I thought you were the mental one at first, Hermione.” You heard another snide whisper, this time from Ron.

“We’ll maybe if you and the whole school weren’t so closed off in your anti-Slytherin world you would’ve gotten to know me as a person and exactly how mental you think I am or am not!” You shouted at him. He flinched back in his chair. Even though he and the whole school had seen your meltdowns, this was the first time he was the subject of it.

“She’s right. If only Potter’s little friends and us ever got together, then we could all agree and talk about how weird she is.” Draco said and you took a step forward, but Snape grabbed your arm, holding you back.

“Enough!” He yelled harshly enough for Ron to sink into his chair even further.

“Severus, trust me you’ll want to lay your hand off her.” Dumbledore stood up from the staff table and walked over to you.

You didn’t think he sounded mad, but you couldn’t tell most of the time.

Snape let go of you.

“Everyone, you may go back to your previous social engagements.” Dumbledore addressed the whole room.

“Albus, she needs to be disciplined more harshly than the others. I just know she does. Look at the example she’s setting for the younger students.” Snape said to Dumbledore as soon as everyone else started to mind their own businesses.

“I’ll take care of it.” He said and looked over at you. Without any words of objection, Snape and Lucius resumed their places at the staff table, not looking back at the four students that were just talking to them. “I’d like to speak to you alone. This way.” Dumbledore said gently.

You were too ashamed of the way you acted to do anything but nod your head as you followed him on shaky legs to the entrance hall outside the room. You hated how you couldn’t seem to keep your emotions in check as much as everyone else did. It was something that other people would notice about you and call you out as being weak.

As soon as you were alone with Dumbledore, the sobs you held in exploded. “I’m so sorry, I know you’re angry with me. Blaise was right about me being a freak and how I don’t deserve a place in the Wizarding World. And Pansy said you only made me Head Girl because of pity. I tried so hard to be normal, but I can’t.”

Throughout your rambling and sobbing, Dumbledore didn’t interrupt you. Another way Dumbledore treated you different from how the adults treated you was that instead of interrupting you or trying to finish your sentences when you got stuck, he patiently waited for you to finish them yourself.

“I think Snape knows. He knows how… how much I’m not like the others. Please don’t tell him you know too. I can’t have him be… he can’t find out. He thinks something’s off about me. And he hates me for it. He’s ashamed of me and so am I.”

“I see.” Dumbledore said quietly, folding his hands in front of him. “And while I’ll respect your decision to keep some things about yourself private, I can only tell you it’s not something to do lightly.”

“What do you mean?” You were always confused when Dumbledore gave you advice in a cryptic way.

“Let’s just say one can only keep a house made up of mud for so long before it starts raining profusely.” You still didn’t understand the sayings he’d throw at you. You’d always get frustrated with figurative expressions. Why couldn’t people say exactly word for word what they mean?

“Why would I need to build a house with mud? We don’t live in that type of climate. Bricks would be easier to access where my family is from.” Dumbledore chuckled. If someone laughed at something you said it was because they were making fun of you. Dumbledore was the only person you trusted enough to know that wasn’t his intention.

“I can’t be angry with you for the person you are.” Dumbledore brought the topic back to where it was before. “When I was in school, I remember thinking everything I would learn in the classroom and the books would prepare me for what was to come in the real world. I was wrong. The best teachers are often our own experiences. And I think you and your classmates will share those same thoughts after graduating.”

“Thank you, sir.” You said. “I’ll um, get back to the party.”

“Oh, and one last thing.” Dumbledore said as you turned you were about to turn your back. “Before you leave school, I want you to always remember that you should never be ashamed to be who you are.”

“What if people don’t like me for who I am? That’s always the case.” You interjected. Even if you found people who cared for you and accepted you, you didn’t think you’d be able to do it for yourself.

“Which is why I said you should never be ashamed of yourself for your differences.” Dumbledore answered before telling you to go back into the room. You were left wondering if other people thought Dumbledore was just as much of a confusing person as you did.

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Let me know what you think!

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HP Rec Fest, Day 28

I’ve been reccing underrated fics since this blog was created and so I thought “there’s no easier @hprecfest prompt than this one” lol famous last words, this post took me ages to prepare 😂 I was initially overwhelmed by the amount of fics that came to mind, and going through my bookmarks and old recs only made it worse. How was I supposed to shortlist?? In the end I gave up and decided to rec 2 Drarry fics + 2 rare pairs. I could have included so many more but I really didn’t want this to become a tl;dr post and these rec blurbs are already going out of control, so here we go!

Day 28) an under-rated fic:

Drarry

In Dreams by @moonflower-rose (E, 38k)

Harry wasn't expecting to ever see Draco Malfoy again. He also wasn't expecting to walk into a political conspiracy that morning either, but apparently that's exactly what the day has in store for him.

I’ve screamed quite a few times about this fic (see my rec here) and every time I do it’s in the hopes that more folks will stop whatever they’re doing and go feast on this. not only a delicious and intriguing case fic with Rosie’s trademark epic dialogue and superb sense of humour, this also wins the award of best fic opening I have ever read. the way I gasped at chapter one and am forever haunted by its utterly devastating ending oh my god!!! my heart belongs to this gritty Harry, and the slow burn is masterfully crafted within the urgency of their teamwork to solve the mystery combining comfort, grief and hope in a thrilling, poignant and perfectly paced adventure. plus, the emotional payoff is chef’s kiss, honestly I cannot recommend this enough!

Survival of the Species by @romaine2424 (E, 47k)

Draco approaches Harry on the 9 ¾ platform, after their sons have boarded the Hogwarts Express, and invites him over for tea. The discussion they have leads them on an adventure that neither could have expected. There be dragons! HPDH compliant but before any other canon info had been released.

considering this masterpiece was published back in 2007 I think I’m allowed to say this is definitely a formative story when it comes to the creature genre, more specifically Veela fic. I first read this a couple years ago and my jaw legit dropped at the amount of world-building and carefully researched lore that went into this. so detailed and intricate and different from everything I’ve seen before or since, I was truly fascinated and couldn’t stop reading. kudos to the amazing slow burn covering years of their struggles stuck together in a dragon cave and having to rely on each other to survive. I loved seeing the hardships and how they genuinely came to care for each other, definitely one of the most moving and convincing Veela love stories I’ve read in the fandom.

Rare pair

With a Look by earlybloomingparentheses (Ginny + Deamus, E, 5k)

Now, twenty years old and done with boys and looking forward very much to putting her hand down some lucky girl’s shirt later this evening, Ginny looks at Dean Thomas’s gold-painted fingernails and feels heat pool between her legs.

I think about this fic every now and then - such a sensitive, thought-provoking and beautiful homage to the 🏳️‍🌈 community. the visceral and contemplative tone takes it beyond your regular PWP, and I’ve rarely seen gender and queerness explored quite like this. seeing Ginny figuring out and owning her identify is mesmerizing. her voice is powerful, sexy, earnest and articulates so many complex and layered feelings - I was particularly moved by the inner turmoil of not looking “queer enough”. I’m sure this fic will be eye-opening and comforting to so many people out there, and that’s why I never cease to rec it. an intimate character study, a sinfully hot and self-indulgent threesome but above anything, a poignant love letter to the queer community.

Passion, Patents, and Pen Pals at the Ministry by @violetclarity and @yrfrndfrnkly, art by @anaxandria-writes and @veelawings (Hermione/Pansy, T, 32k)

After an extremely ill-timed lovers'-tiff-turned-food-fight at the Ministry leaves her less one boyfriend and suspended without pay for six months, Hermione pleads for some position–anything–to fill her days until her suspension is up. The good news is, her temporary position in the Magical Games & Sports's Ludicrous Patents office is just down the corridor from Harry's office in General Inquiries. The bad news is Harry's officemate is Pansy Parkinson, the Ministry's operations are shockingly outdated, and every altercation between Hermione and Pansy winds up a headline in MoM's internal rogue gossip zine, Hot Goss.

rivals to secret pen pals to lovers yes please?? this hilarious Pansmione is a ship triumph and yet criminally underrated. I had a blast getting into the world of Ministry gossip & politics, and immediately fell in love with all the characters, l especially with this lovely meddling Harry. it’s SO MUCH FUN to watch poor him (and Blaise omg what a duo) in the middle of a ladies’ tug of war. I’m impressed by the amount of world-building especially around their workplace, not to mention all the side interactions and the fun, organic slow burn. I love this take on identity porn with tons of banter and Pansy and Mione connecting through their shared worldview and feminist principles, such a power couple ✊🏼 the mix of semi-epistolary, witty dialogue, dorky meddling friends and mild angst make for peak entertaining, I laughed non-stop and cheered so bad for them. femslash ftw!!!

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In the burrow

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Hi <3 This here them a gear headcannons like you would get for the 1st time in the burrow Pairing: light George x Reader Warnings: None ( implied fluff, a George Wesley in love) Trailer: You are Yn Yln and a good friend from Hermione Greanger and when Hermione was invited to the burrow, she just took you with her. What you didn't know was that George had taken a liking to you. Unfortunately, he's quite… reserved about that sort of thing

Arrival:

in 2 weeks the next school year at Hogwarts would begin

you would arrive in the foxhole with Hermione

of course everyone knew that you would come too (not) that's why you arrived completely unexpectedly with Hermione

but everyone was still happy that you were there too

it was a huge hustle and bustle while you all greeted each other

it was already late so you all ate together, but suddenly you remembered something: "Um… Molly? " you asked hesitantly. "Yes, darling? "she said, looking at you questioningly. Unfortunately, she talks quite loud (because she was sitting at the other end of the table) which made everyone look at you. "Well, I'm very sorry, especially because I came along unannounced, but where am I supposed to sleep? ", you ask. Thoughtful silence until someone says: "She can sleep with us. ". It was George who offered. "Everywhere else is full. Harry sleeps with Ron, Hermione sleeps with Ginny. Bill's sleeping at Percy's and Charly's on the couch. Where else would she sleep?" he said.

Molly had no objections and so the whole thing was settled. After the last cup of cocoa had been drunk, you said, "Good night!" to everyone and ran upstairs to the Weasley twins' room and then got ready for bed in the bathroom and changed your clothes

when you were ready you walked out of the bathroom and nearly bumped into George and Fred who were arguing about who would go into the bathroom next

you slipped between them and made your way into the twins' room

To your surprise, your bed was already made up

it was between George's and Fred's beds and it didn't look like an air mattress either, but just like the twins' bed

the twins' bed, just as long, just as wide and just as high

you could immediately recognise which bed belonged to whom

'well, never mind' you thought and lay down in your own bed

A narrow beam of light shone into the room through the gap between the door and the wall, which increased in size 5 minutes after you lay down.

It was George, apparently he had won the fight against Fred

his hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, indicating that he had been in the shower

He was wearing flaming red pyjamas that went wonderfully with his hair

You two looked at each other for a second or two until he seemed to have found his words again and said:

"Oh, Yn! I'm sorry! Did I wake you up? "

before you could answer, Fred came through the door and nearly ran over his twin brother in the process

He almost tripped over you too, but George was just able to grab him by the corner of his (equally flaming red) pyjamas and prevent such a mishap Fred is only named against your bed XD

when the last person in the house had gone to bed, it gradually became quiet in the house, which didn't mean that everyone was asleep

George and Fred were also still very much awake and talking animatedly about a new joke idea

you were almost asleep when suddenly the word was turned to you: "Well, Yn? How do you like it in the foxhole?" Fred suddenly asked you. "You don't like it, do you? It's…, too small, isn't it?" George added ashamedly. "No! I think it's great here!" you said, giggling.

After a while, Fred and George stopped talking and you were all finally able to sleep

you had a very restless sleep - you kept tossing and turning until you met with resistance

far too tired to think about it, you just lay there as it was so comfortable and you were finally getting warm

(George's view: )

It was already the middle of the night when I suddenly felt something

something had bumped into me and just stayed there

I turned round carefully and…

I had to suppress a squeak

It was Yn! She had snuggled up to me! She had been very restless the whole time and now she had finally fallen asleep. 'Oh God… she looks so beautiful… even when she's asleep' George thought to himself

He wasn't sure what he should do now

should he push you away, do nothing, or put an arm around you?

he decided in favour of the latter after a while

slowly and carefully, so as not to wake you up, he turned round so that he could hug you gently

'Oh, she's so warm and her skin…how can skin be so soft…She fits so perfectly in my arms' he thought

"Oh my God…" he murmured half asleep and melted away

he had imagined countless times what it would be like to hold you in his arms

it was a thousand times better than he had ever dreamed of

with the extremely tantalising thought of falling asleep like this every night, he also drifted off into his first dream

The next morning (your view):

you woke up, awakened by the sun's rays shining on your face

You were exceptionally warm, but not too hot, you felt something behind you and felt a gentle, steady throbbing. It was very cosy and pleasant just lying there. You could have fallen asleep again

It took you 2 minutes to come round properly, and after those 2 minutes came the shock of realisation - you squeaked out something like: "iiikkk!!!! ", you jumped up and had to exert a little more force than usual as you were being held down by 2 rather strong arms. You immediately ran to the bathroom, under the gaze of a confused Fred and a sleepy, yet guilty George

after you had washed your face in the bathroom, you almost stopped blushing and went back to the twins' room

Fred had asked you what had happened and you said you had simply been frightened by a spider

George didn't look at you, he just couldn't look him in the eye, but you looked at them both and shouted happily, "Good morning, Georgie and Freddie!" and scurried out of the room.

Please read: the characters are not mine and neither is the GIF. All credits go to the actual owners! if anything should be removed, please contact me.

Thanks for reading <3 I hope you enjoyed it! -do not read over again - If you want to make requests for other scenarios/headcannons, feel free to post them in the comments! Byee~

[little-lazuli]

@going-back-to-505-artic-monkeys oooooo okie dokie, imma try and do this question by question and not overwhelm you, thank you for such wonderful questions 🥹🤗

Who and who is together in ur au? I already know abt daphne and Ron, but who else?

Daphne/Ron, Fred/Hermione, maybe an eventual Neville/Pansy

Is he friends with Harry? Is Ron friends with Hermione, or Neville? Maybe a side charecter?

Short answer: his main friends, the silver quartet include himself, Daphne, Theodore and Tracey and is he friends with the others? I guess

Long answer: It’s complicated. There were many factors that occurred to cause Ron’s relationship with the Golden Trio (Harry, Hermione & Neville) to go up and down and up again and back down etc etc.

For a solid breakdown of the relationship status of Ron and the trio as a whole throughout their time in school and eventually growing up started off as acquaintances to friends to enemies to friends to enemies to enemies who are stuck working together to friends to enemies and to allies to mutuals to in-laws to friends/family

And is he close to his family, after the war, after he gets the dark mark? Do they make up?

Oh yes! My work titled “Verdict” was just a glimpse of the repairs both Ronaphne and the rest of the Weasley clan put into making their relationship work again after the war. Also my first 100 headcanons and second 100 headcanons slightly delved into a bit further into the future of of Ron, Daphne and the Weasleys

And how did everyone react to Ron getting sorted in slytherin, were they angry?

Percy was the first to accept it, the twins were miffed at first but accepted that he was sorted there but the two HATED everything Slytherin around Ron which is where most of their anger and fights come about, the twins would say or do something stupid to Ron’s friends (Daphne, Tracey and Theo), Ron would defend them and this would cause them to fight. Ginny was the exact same way. Arthur was slightly disappointed but not so much considering his own mother Cedrella was a Slytherin and so he eventually got over it or so we think whilst Molly’s reaction was the hardest for Ron to internalize:

“Dear Ronald,

I hope all is well and that you are safe throughout your time in school. I apologize for the late response, but I needed some time to recuperate from the news of your sorting. Slytherin. My son, alone in the house of snakes. I will not lie to you and say that I am proud of your sorting. I am not. I am afraid. I am frustrated. I am lost. Are you well there? Are you being bullied? Why did the sorting hat believe you belonged there? What morals did the hat say you have? Did I fail you as a mother? Did me and your father falter in our love for you? I just don’t understand how this is possible, Ronald. Please know that me and your father do still love you with all our hearts, but understand that we are going to talk about this in depth the next time we meet.

Your mother, Molly Weasley”

Is Ron close to Sirius?

No, Sirius after being freed was reluctant to let the Weasleys hide at 12 Grimmauld Place partly because of Ron’s placement into Slytherin, it was here Arthur and Molly would tear into Sirius and lowkey turn to Harry to promise him the Ron was a good boy and not evil, Dumbledore and Harry would be alright but overall Sirius held somewhat a side eye and indifference like opinion of Ron

[illusinia]

Except from a piece I'm working on that's taking a very long time to write. I enjoyed this scene though and thought I'd share.

Draco and Pansy's first car ride, courtesy of Hermione, Harry, and a Christmas Tree.

Note: Pre-Dramione, but no Dramione in the content.

Trees and Car Rides

Watching Malfoy and Pansy baulk at the car was almost funny. Their eyes were wide as they stared at it and both jumped when the engine turned over and it started rather loudly. Malfoy looked like he would rather face the telly. Pansy, however, pulled herself together and, with some help from Harry with the door, practically forced the blond into the seat behind Hermione. She shut the door before Malfoy could object, then dove into the seat behind Harry with a wildly shouted “go, go, go!”

Hermione was reminded of why she liked Pansy in that moment. Even Harry looked amused. So Hermione locked the doors and put the car into drive, turning to pull out of the driveway and onto the main street.

She had been concerned the speed of the car might unsettle them, but neither Slytherin seemed bothered by it. Malfoy was glued to everything passing outside the window while Pansy was fascinated by the inside of the car. She stuck her head through the centre partition, eyes scrolling over all the buttons.

“What's that?” asked Pansy as she pointed at the radio. Which was when Hermione realised she wasn't wearing a seatbelt and Malfoy probably wasn't either.

“A radio,” replied Hermione as she pulled to a stop at a traffic light. “Seat belts. They're the thing hanging near the doors. Pull them on and put the metal bit that slides around into the box with the button on it that is sticking out of the seat.”

It took a minute and Harry turning around to direct them to get their seatbelts clipped in place. Hermione was elbowed in the head as part of the exercise to Harry's consternation. At least the light was a long one. As it was, Harry barely got turned around before the light changed and Hermione had to move again.

Seatbelts fastened, Pansy turned her interest back on the radio. “What does the radio do?”

“Play music, live talk shows, the news, whatever really depending on what station you're tuned to,” explained Hermione as she flipped the radio on. It let out a brief burst of static before B*Witched’s To You I Belong filled the car. A glance in the rearview mirror showed Malfoy and Pansy looking at the radio in absolute awe.

They were suitably distracted for a few minutes until the song ended and the station DJ came back on the air chattering away about the recent headlines from the news. Mostly local news. A few political points. Nothing terribly interesting.

“Are they reading a newspaper aloud?” asked Malfoy and a glance back showed his brow was furrowed. “Why would muggles do that?”

“Some muggles appreciate talk radio on their way to wherever they’re going,” explained Harry as he changed the station. Chumbawomba’s Tubthumping thumped through the speakers. Hermione and Harry exchanged a look and began singing along when the refrain began.

“I get knocked down, but I get up again, but you’re never gonna keep me down,” they sang along, grinning and shifting in their seats with the rhythm. Harry began to drum out the rhythm on the dashboard, pausing when the music dropped to the trumpet solo, then picked it up again. They started laughing as they did though, particularly when they both glanced back and noted the balmy looks Malfoy and Pansy were giving them.

“Do all muggles do,” Pansy waved her hand in a disbelieving manner, “that while they drive?”

“When they’re driving with friends they do,” replied Hermione with a grin as a new song came on.

The first refrains of Savage Garden’s Truly Madly Deeply began to reverberate and Harry chuckled. “Ginny loves this song.”

Hermione hummed and began to sing along, her voice dropping a bit to match the pitch of the song. Harry joined in on the refrain with her. Behind her, she felt Malfoy lean forward against the back of her chair, his low voice humming along with the tune. When the refrain started again, he joined in with her and Harry, his low voice reverberating pleasantly with theirs. Pansy joined in as well a few seconds after him as she joined in the sing-along. They stuck to just the refrain while Hermione sung along with the whole thing. As they neared the entrance to the motorway, Hermione clicked on her signal. The last refrains of the song echoed out as she began to merge through the lanes of traffic to get to the motorway entrance. Another DJ came on rambling about something or another, followed by the sound of commercials starting up. Harry turned down the radio rather than changing the station.

As they hit the entry, she accelerated to reach speed. The engine rumbled. The car vibrated a bit with the increased speed.

Pansy yelped. “What’s happening?!”

“I’m just accelerating,” assured Hermione as she clicked and merged into traffic with a slight turn of the wheel. “The good tree lot is in the next market.”

Malfoy was still leaning against the back of her chair and she could feel his eyes watch her every move. She glanced in the rearview mirror for half a second to confirm and yes, he was watching her hands intently. “Is something wrong, Malfoy?”

“I’m just trying to figure out why you hate flying so much, but you have no issues riding this car at high speeds,” explained Malfoy as his hand appeared, gesturing to the dials on the dash. “How fast are we going anyway?”

“Almost 60 miles per hour,” replied Hermione as she turned on her turn signal and changed lanes again so she was in the lane next to the exit lane. “And the term you are looking for is driving a car, which is what I’m doing, or riding in a car, which is what you, Harry, and Pansy are doing.”

Malfoy waved his hand casually, his chin resting on the back of her seat. “You are still moving very fast.”

“Yes, in a contained space on the ground with safety equipment installed- such as your seatbelts,” countered Hermione, her eyes flicking to him for a half second before returning to the road. “That is far less disturbing than flying through the air with nothing below you should you fall off or crash.”

“You flew on a thestral,” reminded Harry with a grin. “And you couldn’t even see it.”

“Do not remind me,” groaned Hermione with a sigh. “That was one of the most terrifying moments of my life. I couldn’t see the bloody thing. My eyes were closed the whole time.”

Pansy was suddenly leaning forward, her head nearly knocking into Malfoy’s. “You rode on a thestral?! Why? When?”

“Fifth year, and to get to the Ministry of Magic the first time we broke in,” replied Hermione with a sigh as she flipped on the turn signal and merged to exit the motorway.

“The first- right, the Department of Mysteries,” murmured Malfoy with a nod before he flopped back into his seat again.

“What was the second time?” asked Pansy, her eyes locked on Hermione curiously.

“When we stole a locket from Umbridge,” replied Harry without details. They- she, Harry, and Ron- had decided the Horcrux hunt should remain mostly silent. Members of the order knew, of course, but no one else and they intended to keep it that way. Apparently Pansy and Malfoy both picked up on that because they didn’t ask further questions about the locket. It was actually a relief- Hermione was finding herself enjoying the day and a fight about the fact she and Harry would not reveal some information would ruin that.

For a moment, the only noise in the car was the rambling of commercials from the radio. Then, the first refrains of a song, Sarah McLachlan’s Building a Mystery came on and Harry turned back up the radio. Hermione didn’t know this song well- she’d only heard it once before, so she didn’t sing along and neither did Harry. The radio was the only noise in the car for a moment before Harry spoke up, breaking it. “Are they playing some popular hits series?”

“Probably,” replied Hermione with a shrug as they exited the motorway. “It’s about the right time of year.”

“I’m just relieved it isn’t all Christmas music,” stated Harry firmly as they slowed to a stop at a light. “I hate when they do that.”

“What are popular hits?” asked Pansy from the back seat as she suddenly leaned forward again.

“And why would any of these… stations just have Christmas music?” asked Malfoy as he, too, leaned forward again.

The conversation shifted back to music until Pansy suddenly yelped and leaned forward. “Did she just mention vampires?!”

“Do muggles know about vampires?” asked Malfoy, sounding equally concerned. “What about the vow of secrecy?”

“Muggles think vampires are make-believe,” assured Harry as he glanced back at the other two.

Hermione nodded. “The concept is often used to convey the concept of mysterious romanticism. You can blame Bram Stoker for that.”

“Bram Stoker?” questioned Malfoy with clear concern.

“He wrote Dracula,” explained Harry with a shrug. “It’s a muggle book about vampires.”

The tree lot appeared on their left and Hermione made a turn across lanes of traffic safely. It still caused Pansy to yelp though- likely because there was a car much further down the road. Too far to pose a risk to them.

Still, as Hermione pulled the car into park, she heard the click of a seatbelt and Pansy’s head suddenly appeared beside her. “Was that safe?”

“Yes,” assured Hermione as she undid her own seatbelt. “It was. The other car was very far away from us and the speed limit on this road is quite low. I also judged the speed the car was approaching versus the amount of time it would take to make the turn and calculated that it was safe.”

Malfoy, to her surprise nodded. “It’s just like making a call on when to turn on a broom, Pans. No different.”

Pansy didn’t look completely convinced, but she wasn’t running out of the car either. “Could I learn to drive?”

Hermione raised her eyebrows at the other girl. “I don’t see why not. But we aren’t doing that, too. The timeline is too tight.”

“Later,” agreed Pansy as she began fiddling with her door, trying to figure out how to get out. Hermione unlocked the doors and Harry reached back to pull the lever that popped the door open. Malfoy observed and managed to get out on his own. Hermione climbed out once he had his door open and looked at the long line of trees in front of them.

“Is this where Muggles get their trees?” asked Pansy with a touch of awe. “There are so many of them. And they’re all different sizes.”

“And we can choose any one as long as it will fit in the house,” stated Hermione with a smile. Then, eying some of the trees, added: “And on top of the car. It needs to fit on the car.”

“On the car?” repeated Malfoy as he turned to assess the hood of the car. “Why?”

“Because that’s how we’re getting it to Hermione’s house,” explained Harry as he started towards the trees. Hermione stepped in behind him with Malfoy and Pansy quickly catching up to stand on either side of her.

“Can’t we just get a house elf to bring it back?” asked Pansy in confusion as they wandered into the trees. A few works waved at them and Pansy, apparently deciding a few of them were cute, waved back and offered them a wink.

Malfoy made a disgusted noise. “Really, Pans?”

“I’m allowed to shop around,” stated Pansy simply as she eyed one of the stronger young men bagging a tree. “And some of these men are very well built.”

Hermione stifled a laugh. Malfoy rolled his eyes and returned to the question of tree transportation. “But we should be able to get someone to deliver it, correct?”

“Not here,” dismissed Hermione as she paused to examine a tree. It was about 2.5 metres and looked relatively fluffy. Lots of branches, not a lot of holes or bald spots. “If we’d gone to a cut-your-own place, perhaps, but half the experience is wrestling the tree on top of the car.”

“Wrestling it on top of the car?” repeated Malfoy as he glanced back at where the car sat in the parking lot. “How?!”

“Ropes in the trunk tied to the rack on the top of the car,” explained Hermione as she moved on to another tree. The next one was even bushier but seemed sappy. Sure enough, her fingers came away sticky when she touched a branch. Still, that could be taken care of with a quick spell. Carefully walking around the tree, she checked for large bald spots- none- and branch spacing- sufficient for ornaments to be hung without the tree appearing bare. “What do you think of this one?”

“Us?” asked Malfoy in surprise, even as he drifted to stand beside her.

Hermione glanced at him and Pansy, who was still long distance flirting with some of the workers. “Yes, you’re here, therefore you are a part of this.”

Malfoy paused to examine the tree, tilting his head to the side as he examined it with a critical eye. “It looks sticky.”

“It is,” confirmed Hermione, holding up her sticky fingers as proof. “Still, the branches are well spaced and there are no significant bald spots. And the stickiness could be taken care of with a spell.”

“Is there a spell to remove tree sap?” asked Malfoy curiously, glancing at her with a raised eyebrow.

Hermione nodded slowly. “I found it in some obscure book about using magic to decorate for Christmas. It seemed useful.”

“I think obscure spells should be your specialty,” remarked Pansy as she finally joined them to examine the tree. “Mm, it’s a bit short.”

“The ceiling is just under 3 metres,” explained Hermione as she tried to wipe her fingers off on her pants. A tingling on her fingers surprised her- the stickiness was gone. From the corner of her eye, she caught Malfoy slipping his wand back into his coat. Sneaky man. She shot him a grateful look. He just shrugged in response and moved towards another tree.

She followed him while Pansy wandered off towards where Harry was examining his own pick. Malfoy’s pick appeared to be a bit too tall, but she didn’t say that. THere was something about watching Malfoy pick out a Christmas tree with the same careful eye he might examine a quidditch pitch that was adorable.

“What about this one?” questioned Malfoy, his head tilting to the side.

A smile tugged at Hermione’s lips. “It’s a bit tall, I’m afraid. Still…” She reached out and carefully turned the tree on its stand. “Good branch spacing without being too much. Nice colour, too.” Releasing the tree, she gently took Malfoy’s elbow and tugged him towards more trees. “Let’s keep looking. There are a lot here, after all. The perfect one might just be around the corner.”

[annaloveshjp]

dream girl•♡

muggle!au

post-war (19yr)

pairing: Harry potter x fem!reader

word count: 3k

!warnings!: a few cuss words, emo Harry.

a/n: this is a little story I thought of a while ago. if you listen to any cigarettes after sex song, that’s basically what the vibe of this story is.

(This is kinda short, let me know if you’d like a part two <3)

summary: harry, the boy who works at the local cafe has been having one recurring dream of this mysterious girl, until one day he finally meets her.

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Opening his eyes, he sits up, groans, and drags his hand down his face, questioning if he’ll ever get a new dream.

Harry has been having the same recurring dream for the past 2 weeks: a girl with Y/H/C hair who is always lost in her books comes up to him and asks his name, but he never gets the chance to answer before he wakes up yet again.

At first he thought nothing of it. Just a dream, no special meaning. until he continued getting it for 4 more days, then he became confused. Does this mean something? Should he research recurring dreams?

•~

Many theories agree that recurring dreams are related to unresolved difficulties or conflicts in the dreamer's life. The presence of recurrent dreams has also been associated with lower levels of psychological wellbeing and the presence of symptoms of anxiety and depression.

•~

Great. Harry thinks to himself. Just what I wanted to hear.

He wondered if he had seen this girl before, but anytime he racked his brain for a familiar face, he could never find her.

Harry has never been the type to believe in soulmates- Well, he used to be. love is stupid. he thinks to himself when he sees happy couples enjoying eachothers company.

He had one relationship in the past. Ginny Weasley was a kind, fierce, confident girl, Harry loved her and truly believed they belonged together. That was until she unexpectedly decided they didn’t.

“Harry, there isn't any easy way to say this, but i think we should stop seeing each other,” She said, avoiding eye contact with the 17 year old boy.

“I- What?” He stuttered, “Why? Did I do something wrong? Tell me how to fix it i swear i will—“

“You did nothing wrong Harry,” She reassured him “It's not you, it's me. I Promise, It's just—My feelings have changed, I Don’t know how to explain. I’m Sorry.”

With that said, and nothing more to say, she walked away, leaving him sitting in the Coffee shop alone.

And since then, he decided that love wasn’t his thing anymore. Not worth wasting years on something for it to just fall apart so easily. He truly didn’t want a repeat of his last relationship.

But deep inside, he wishes to have the kind of love that puts you at ease, the love that makes your breaths easier each time you hold your lover in your arms, the love that he almost had.

Each of his days are the same: Wake up, go to work, go home, question life, is any of this worth anything in the end? Will I just be stuck in this loop of nothing forever? go to sleep, and dream of that girl.

These dreams tend to annoy him when they occur several nights in a row, he always feels her right at his fingertips, his name on the tip of his tongue, waiting for its escape into her ears so she can finally find him, but he always has to wake up.

Little did he know, the girl in his dreams is real, living in the same city, having the same dreams, about a boy her age with raven hair and beautiful jade eyes, from her point of view, waiting to hear his name, never succeeding.

Unlike Harry, she believes in soulmates. She believes that the boy in her dreams is the one for her, waiting somewhere for her out there, longing to meet his one just as much as she is.

And also Unlike Harry, she has never been in a relationship before. But instead, reads about love… And Heartbreak, but mostly love.

Every time she has this dream of this mysterious boy, she wonders. Will I ever meet him? Have I already met him?

She sighs, lying on her bed shortly after waking up from that dream.

Getting up, she walks over to her bathroom to start her day, shower, get dressed, brush teeth.

Looking up from her bathroom sink, she looks into her mirror examining her appearance.

Calm but energetic resting face, ghost of a smile always lingering on her lips. When upset, her frown is prominent, but Beautiful. light freckles scattered across the bridge of her nose and cheeks, which are dusted with a dark rose color.

Her makeup, light but noticeable, consists of dark mascara, lipgloss and concealer.

Lately she has found concealer very helpful, as she has been waking up in the middle of the night to write about anything slightly different that happens in her dream.

For example; the first night she had this dream, it was sort of a blur, just a boy and a girl —the girl being her— sitting next to each other on a bench, a simple wooden bench. You might expect this bench to be somewhere like a park, or a sidewalk, but this bench was nowhere.

A bench sitting in void, the ground, walls and ceiling all white, no emotions radiating from the room except from the boy and girl. The girl calmly reading another one of her romance books, the boy, with headphones in, occasionally glancing at the girl and her pages.. Until she looks over at him and taps his shoulder. When he gives her a questioning look while taking one headphone out, she asks his name, then it ends.

The next few nights of having this dream were the same, except she started to notice some of the boys features more, like his eyes, which were an enchanting shade of green. Or his lips, pink, soft and slightly chapped; he was beautiful.

She wished everyday that she would see him soon, or even at all. He was the one. She could feel it.

She grabbed her bag then left her bedroom to have breakfast. She opened the fridge and got some strawberries, washed a few and threw them in a plastic bag, then made her way outside to walk to her bus stop.

I wonder if he likes strawberries. she thinks of him. if he doesn’t, then we definitely aren’t for each other. She thought, plopping a strawberry into her mouth as she waited for her bus.

The bus pulled around the corner, and made a loud hiss sound when it stopped. She entered once the doors opened, and found a seat by the window.

She pulled out the book she was currently reading, put her headphones in and began to read.

She liked the bus, it was a nice way of traveling. She sometimes just has her whole day consisting of riding the bus. She sees so many interesting people.

——-

I hate this job, why do I still work here? Harry thought to himself as he handed a warm latte to one of his customers. “Have a nice day,” he told her.

Right, it’s the only job that would take me. He remembered. “Hey, Harry,” one of his coworkers called to him.

He whipped his head around. “Hm?” He questioned.

“Could you work the register for a bit? I have to go do something,” his coworker said hurriedly.

“Yeah sure, whatever,” Harry replied, walking over to the cash register and straightening his name tag.

His coworker left for the bathroom. Harry watched as he saw another person follow them into the bathroom.

Ah, that’s what they meant by ‘go do something’ he rolled his eyes, turning his head back to the register to find a customer looking curiously to where he was previously looking.

“Sneaky little guy, eh?” She joked, turning back to order.

When Harry got a good look at her face, he swore he almost pissed himself. Is that actually her? No way no way no way-

Her eyes went a bit wide too, but Harry assumed it was because of the look of shock on his face.

“Uhm-“ she cleared her throat, “could I have a pumpkin latte with oat milk?” She ordered quickly.

“I uhm- yeah sure,” Harry stuttered, tabbing in her order, his hands shaking slightly.

That definitely looks like her. Her hair is the same, her eyes, she even has the same bag.

Harry saw out of the corner of his eye that she was examining his face for a second, only to stop when he turned back to her.

“2.13 is your total today, ma’am,” he said, watching her search her purse for her wallet.

“Here,” she handed him the money.

Just as she was about to walk away, he quickly said, “Oh and- sorry but, could I get a name for that order?”

“Oh, yeah sure,” she was a bit confused since this cafe didn’t usually take names for orders, but told him anyway. “Y/N,”

“Thanks,” he said, giving her a nod and a smile.

She smiled back and walked over by a window to wait for her order.

That’s a nice name. he massaged his temples. If that’s actually her, I don’t know what I’ll do.

After a few minutes, Harry saw her drink was done. He quickly rushed over to another coworker of his—who had the drink—and said “Hey, I’ll do this one,”

“Okay…?” He responded, before handing Harry the drink and starting to make the next one.

Harry quickly took the drink and walked over to the counter. “Pumpkin latte with oat milk for Y/N?”

She looked up from her phone and walked over to the counter. “Thank you, Harry,” she said, grabbing her drink.

He gaped at her with his lips slightly parted, wondering how she knew his name. She seemed to have noticed his shock, and said, “Your name tag,” she pointed to his chest.

He looked down at it. “Right, yeah,” he laughed awkwardly.

“I’ll see you around, Harry.” She said, giving him a smile and walking away.

“Yeah, you will,” he said faintly.

He stood there for a good minute, taken aback by the whole situation before he heard someone clearing their throat. Harry looked over and saw his coworker nodding his head toward the register where a customer was waiting.

Oops. he thought to himself.

After his shift was over, he started to clean up the store. While he was wiping down tables, he noticed a book was left on one of them.

Hm, I wonder who forgot their book. He thought, picking up the book and examining it.

Romance, ew.

He decided he would store the book in his bag for now, just if the person who lost their book came looking for it some day, he’d return it.

He went home that night thinking about Y/N more than usual. She’s fucking real? He thought while he brushed his teeth. or I’m going insane.

I’m probably going insane, how could I dream about her for months when I only just met her today? He thinks as he lay in bed, biting his nails out of habit.

What the fuck just happened. She thought, walking out of the cafe with her pumpkin latte.

Universe, when I said I wanted to see him soon, I didn't mean today!

I could be going crazy… but his hair was the same! Even his eye colour!

She was so deep in thought for so long, by the time she was back on the bus to go home, she didn’t realize she had forgotten her book at the cafe.

Shit. she thinks, searching her bag for her book. I forgot it at the cafe.

She decided she would just go looking for it the next time she went back to the cafe.

Finally, she was home. She kicked her shoes off, put her bag away, then headed to her room.

Walking to her dresser, she picked out a pair of pajamas, then brushed her teeth, then got into bed.

See you in a minute, Harry. She thought to herself. If it’s even you.

——

“Hey, what’s your name?”

“Oh uhm- it’s Harry. What’s yours?”

“Y/N,”

——-

“HOLY FUCK!”

Both of the teenagers shot up from their beds right when they woke up.

It’s him

It’s her

Y/N didn’t know what to do now. She knows where he works, his name, and what he looks like. But she didn’t feel ready to get to know him yet.

I’m just going to avoid the cafe for a few days. Maybe I’ll cool down and he’ll forget my face. Yeah, that’s a good idea.

I have to see her. Harry thinks, pacing around his room. I have an idea. I’ll just ask her if it’s her book today and then we’ll talk about something. Easy.

He started his day happier than usual. He decided he would have a healthy breakfast. Some oatmeal with fruit.

Ugh, I hate fruit. Why do I have to hate fruit? He thinks, looking at his empty fruit drawer in his fridge. He looked closer and spotted some blueberries. Jackpot.

After he ate his oatmeal—which wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be—he took his bag, which contained the romance novel, and made his way to work.

The whole ride there, he tapped his fingers anxiously on his steering wheel, and glanced at his bag every few minutes.

It’ll be fine, she came in late last time, it’ll be a while before she comes in again.

His day went by as normal. Making drinks all day, occasionally stealing a cookie from the dessert case, and becoming extremely bored. Except today, all he could think about was her.

By the time eight o’clock came around (closing time) he hadn’t seen her come in.

Maybe she’s busy today. He thought to himself as he finished washing the dishes, and closed the store.

He took his bag and got into his car, sighing as he turned on the radio. Maybe tomorrow.

The next few days were the same. No sign of her whatsoever. Harry wondered if she was scared of him. No, that would be weird… right?

He began to lose hope, slowly, but surely. His routine cycled back to normal. Wake up, go to work, go home, question life, is any of this worth anything in the end? Will I just be stuck in this loop of nothing forever? go to sleep, and dream of that girl.

Only his dreams had stopped since that night. I finally told her my name. He thought. I wonder if she’s having the same dreams, maybe that’s why she’s avoiding the cafe.

A week later

Maybe it’s safe to go back now. Y/N thought to herself one morning as she showered. I’ve been wanting my book back…

After arguing back and forth with herself for maybe ten minutes, she finally decided she would go back to the cafe.

It’s fine, it’ll be fine. You were the one who wanted to meet him so badly anyway! Y/N argued with herself again as she rode the bus to the cafe.

He might not even be at the register this time. She took a deep breath. Just get your coffee and go.

She walked into the cafe and got in line. She didn’t see Harry at first glance towards the counter, but she played it safe still and kept herself distracted with her phone until it was her turn to order.

Her turn soon arrived, and she shut her phone off and looked up at the worker who was taking orders.

Phew. She breathed out. “How are you today?” The worker asked.

“I’m good, thank you.” Y/N replied.

“What can I get for you?”

“I’ll just have a pumpkin latte with oat milk, please.” Y/N said politely.

The worker tabbed her order in. “Pumpkin latte with oat milk? Is that all for today?”

“Yes, please. Thank you.” Y/N thanked the worker, then walked over to an empty table to wait for her drink.

See? It wasn’t so bad, you didn’t even see him. She thought, cracking her knuckles. And even if you do see him, he probably won’t even see you, he’ll be working. It’s fine—

“Pumpkin latte with oat milk for Y/N?” A voice interrupted her thoughts.

I- I didn’t give them my name—? She thought before she looked up and saw Harry holding her drink for her behind the counter.

He had a nervous grin plastered on his face, looking at Y/N. Her eyes widened, then she walked up to the counter to collect her drink.

“Hi again, Harry.” Y/N smiled at him, trying to suppress her shaking as she reached for her latte.

“Hi. I noticed you hadn’t come in for a while,” Harry said, “something happen?”

“Oh- no,” she waved him off, “nothing happened, just busy is all.” She lied.

“Hm, Alright,” he said.

“Oh and by the way,” she suddenly remembered her book, “have you stumbled across a book that might’ve been left here a bit ago? I left mine here,”

His eyes brightened, “actually, yes I have,” he grabbed his bag and pulled out the romance novel.

“That’s it!” She smiled wide, “thank you, Harry.”

“No problem,” he handed her the book and grinned. “enjoy your latte, Y/N.”

“Thanks,” she smiled, then began to walk out.

“Sweet dreams,” Harry called to her when she was ten feet away from the counter.

She froze. Oh my god. With a sudden burst of confidence, she turned around and replied, “you too,” with a wink.

Harry’s face flushed with colour as he watched her walk out of the cafe. It's definitely her. Maybe this job isn’t so bad after all…

It’s him. She thought, grinning as she walked outside. Maybe I’ll visit here more often.

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[seriouslysam8]

I like that in your fic, you have the most canon compliant Remus dynamic with Jily and the rest of the marauders. In canon Sirius and Remus were the most distant marauders with both thinking the other was the traitor. In canon Remus was the marauder Lily had less relationship, considering Lily had a nickname for Peter(Wormy) in her letter to Sirius and doesn't mention Lupin. In a sense in the marauders Lupin was the most tag-along of them, more than Peter himself. But the main thing is that Lupin accepted that, but Peter didn't.

Remus is a very hard character to write and to write correctly. I know I struggle at times to write him because I want to bang my head against the wall. I was always waiting for Remus, in canon, to step up with Harry but he never did.

I think Remus has a hard time becoming close with people. Harry, himself, struggles as well so that’s why the two never hit it off. Remus wanted to be close, went as far to name Harry godfather of his kid, but the relationship just wasn’t there. I’m sure Harry thought he was named godfather solely because of Remus’ relationship with his dad.

I 100% think that James was the outgoing, normal kid who kept that group together. I think every one of them considered James their best friend but James only considered Sirius his best friend. Remus didn’t care about that. He had friends for once in his life and he finally belonged somewhere. When James and Sirius were off doing James and Sirius things, I think Remus and Peter got along very well. I definitely see the two of them close with each other.

But Sirius, in my mind, wasn’t that close with Remus and Peter. Sirius only cared about his relationship with James. He thought Remus was a spy, totally convinced himself of it. I think he only suggested Peter as SK because he was convinced Peter didn’t have the backbone to be a spy. He probably thought Peter would hide like a little mouse in his house and never come out. Sirius thought that’d be perfect.

Now, I’m sure the boys had fun together in school. I’m sure they appeared close to one another from the outside. I also think James probably didn’t see the cracks in all the relationships until the war really started amping up because his relationship with all three of them was great. But I could see Sirius annoying Remus. I could see Sirius being exasperated with Peter. I could see Sirius also being annoyed by Remus’ personality. But James kept them together. James kept them as close as they possibly could. Once they were all off out on their own, not forced together in school, those cracks became larger and larger.

This is why Wolfstar doesn’t work in my mind. I can’t wrap my head around it at all given the amount of distrust between them in the first war. I mean, Remus didn’t even think for a second something was fishy with Sirius being arrested. He just accepted it like “oh, that’s Sirius.” There was no love loss at all. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m fairly certain Sirius even calls Remus by his last name on occasion in canon. Which would even further prove they weren’t really that close at all. I think the only reason they embraced like brothers in the Shrieking Shack was because it was a highly emotional time. Sirius had suffered for so long, Remus had been alone for so long, that they sought comfort in each other. I like to think after that, Remus and Sirius were closer than they had ever been because James was dead and Peter was the spy. They had no one else but each other.

As for Lily, I think a lot of people probably write her as besties with Remus because a. We don’t know who her canon girl friends actually were (Ginny is a victim of this as well, often paired off as being besties with Colin, Neville, and Luna or, even worse, Hermione.) And b. James and Sirius are besties so it’s natural to make Lily and Remus besties - especially if you’re into Wolfstar. And finally c. Remus’ comments about Lily in the movies that was added but not in canon.

I get the appeal to make Lily and Remus close, especially when you consider the classic Remus character of being a bookworm and shy and just sipping his tea while munching on chocolate. He seems to fit with Lily who is a prefect so she’s probably studious and befriends people like Snape and is just a good person. But there’s no canon evidence that they were close. There’s only evidence that Sirius was close with her and that Lily had a cute nickname for Peter.

Not that I read any of it, but I’ve seen people online complaining about the new characterizations of both Remus and Sirius. Honestly, it just sounds annoying. All of Sirius’ characteristics are striped and given to either Remus or Regulus?? While Sirius is reduced to a pining idiot over Remus?? Really? Why??? It doesn’t make sense! We know enough about Sirius and Remus to know their characters fairly well. I just don’t get it. Why do people hate Sirius so much all of a sudden??

[narukoibito]

4 please 🥺

Prompt 4: A and B finally move in together

Harry couldn't stop smiling. Nothing, not even all the bickering between Ron and Ginny could damped his mood. Because today—today, he and Ginny were moving in together.

Of course, that didn't mean all the shouting was pleasant or anything.

"Be careful with that!"

"Stop hassling me!"

"Why would you charm more than one box at a time?"

"All your precious belongings are fine!"

"If you were going to be in a mood about this, you didn't need to insist on helping!" Ginny finally snapped, her hands on her hips in a scary imitation of Mrs. Weasley.

Ron scowled at her from behind the boxes he was levitating. "Mood? What mood?"

"Why don't I take this one?" Hermione suggested, pointing her wand at the box with the word "FRAGILE" scrawled on it.

Both Ron and Ginny's heads whipped toward her. "That's not the point!"

"This is about us moving in together isn't it?" Ginny accused.

Ron sputtered indignantly. "I—'course not!"

Harry hurried along, hoping the get the rest of the boxes transferred before things got too heated.

After all their previously packed items were located in their little flat, the pizza arrived, said copious amount of pizza mollified Ron, some teasing and banter that eased the squabble between siblings, and Ron and Hermione made their way home, Harry and Ginny finally collapsed on the mattress he had brought from Grimmauld Place.

Even with magic, moving was inherently a taxing and miserable experience. Harry should be exhausted at the thought of all there was still left to do (unpack the daunting amount of boxes, probably forget where they packed all the various necessities because they hadn't followed Hermione's advice to label all their belongings, having to shop for new furniture, figure out decoration for their place), but when he turned his head towards Ginny, he was effused with an aching warmth and excitement that made he jittery.

Their place. His and Ginny's.

She met his gaze and smiled. "Hi, you."

"Hi, you," he echoed, reaching for her. She instantly rolled towards him, releasing what seemed like a sigh of relief when his arms went around her.

They kissed, softly, gently, comforting in its familiarity. Not seeking for more, but perfectly happy with what was given.

"A little kip before we get started?" she asked, voicing what he had been thinking.

"Sounds like a plan."

Ginny looked so content, relaxed and at ease. His face ached from smiling all day. To think that he would get to come home to this.

Harry tucked her head under his chin, his grip tightening to match the feeling in his chest.

[blinger301]

Royalty! AU

Somewhere in the kingdom of Gryffindor, prince Harry had just welcomed the guests of some of the most respectable families around for an important occasion. His birthday had just arrived, and he was of the most respectable age. 18.

He was meant to act of his age, but what would life be unless it wasn't a little thrilling? That was what a kind young girl had once taught him. She had the most luxurious head of red hair that fit her oh so perfectly. Her freckles only enhancing the beauty of her face and the darkness of her eyes.

She was a angel on earth. Her name? Miss Ginevra Weasley. 

They had met at the early age of him 12 and she 11. Official anyway. They had crossed paths a few times, but had only officially met through their parents. She had been a huge change to his life since then on. And so was her family.

She had expected to arrive at 3:00pm at the latest, with the time being 2:41pm as of now. Then his long time friend, Draco Malfoy, was also set to arrive then.

They had met at the age of 11. They had been at each other's side ever since. Even though he and Ginevra had not seen eye to eye at times, they were still able to get along. Now, he would be able to see them again after 4 years since they last separated.

The red-haired angel and the blonde pointy noser Ponce. All together once more. He wondered if Heir Malfoy still had such a ridiculous hair style. 

He chuckled at the thought of him being an exact replica of his own father. Uptight and pointy. Soon the long awaited carriages pulled up simultaneously, surprisingly enough.

First stepped out the glamorous Ginevra Weasley in a beautiful emerald green dress. It hung loosely on her shoulders but clung beautifully around her waist. She elegantly got out of the carriage but walked clumsily toward Harry due to the height of the dress.

It was rather amusing.

"Harry!! Nice to see you! Happy Birthday." She gave her greeting as she hug him. Harry thanked her in return before getting a whiff of lavender. It was calming until her relatives rushed by with hurried greeting and a few back pats.

They really are an interesting bunch.

Then came a glamorous silver carriage with a beautiful engraved M in the middle. No doubt who this belonged to. Lady Malfoy and Lord Malfoy stepped out first, before walking toward them arm in arm. They exchanged familiarities and well wishes before going inside.

Ginny and Harry stared at the open carriage in anticipation for the other guest of honor. But nothing. "Get out of there Malfoy, before I come myself!" Ginny warned, tired of his antics. She was met with an indecent gesture.

'Yep. He's in there.' Harry chuckled to himself.

Leaving Ginny irritated. She almost went over before he finally emerged. And he was one word, amazing.

His hair had grown a lot, which was why it was tied in a pristine ponytail. Did Harry send the wrong information, "Well if it isn't Weaslette and Scar head." He teased. 

Now Harry knew that was him. 

Draco hugged Ginny for a while before turning to Harry. He expected a hug as well but all he got was a smile and a pat on the back before Draco sauntered inside.

Harry didn't know if that was the same bratty Ponce he once knew when he saw how easily he went along with the guests. Shaking hands and conversing only to politely leave afterwards. This was just very confusing.

There was no way he could have gone from pointy nosed git to angelic faced royalty. It made absolutely no sense. When Ginny patter him on the shoulder that was how he snapped out of his stupor.

"You good? You seem...frustrated." She showed concern as she patted down his collar. Harry merely said he was fine, so she let him be. This is what he liked about her the most. She was understanding.

They finally made their way inside. Ginny left to meet some of her friends that came, leaving Harry to his own devices. He scanned the crowd in content. Happy with how everyone was so happy and relaxed. A good way to spend the day. His mother along with Miss Weasley and Lady Malfoy were by the tea table chatting, while the father's were by the champagne tower.

It was going splendidly, "Enjoying your party?" He heard a whisper beside him. Only to turn and see Draco with a glass of champagne.

"Yeah, it's quite nice." Harry replied, only to receive a small hum from Draco as he slipped on his champagne. They stood there for a while before Draco broke the silence.

"So how is 'The Wooing Of Miss Ginevra' going?" Harry grimaced at the words that left Draco's lips. He and Draco had made this whole plan for Harry to get into Ginny's good graces. And now that he looked back it was quite embarrassing.

"You still remember that? It was a bit childish now that I look back at it." He answered without missing a beat. He was not going to let Draco win this silent game they had going on. After that, they went back into silence.

A few people approached them for a little conversation, to which they both complied with. Overall the party was getting quite full. And Ginny had yet to appear, so they had no idea what was to be done now.

Draco put his glass down on a nearby table, "Let's get some air, you look like you could fall any second from boredom." Before Harry could protest, he grabbed him by the arm before pulling him away toward the fields.

They had passed by Ginny heading the opposite way, so naturally Draco pulled her along as well.

"Slow down!! I can barely run in these death traps." She bellowed, gesturing to the tight restrictions of her black flats. They had quickly arrived at a big oak tree in the middle of the pastures. It was obvious great memories lay there.

Draco nudged Harry, "Put your coat down for the lady to sit. Who taught you manners." He pulled the coat off of Harry and lay it down on the grass for Ginny to sit. Who just giggled and went along with it.

Harry crossed his arms and pouted, "Seriously?"

"Stop whining. It is your duty to tend to the guests." Draco waddled a finger at him like a nagging mother before taking a seat beside Ginny. He put his head on her shoulder before engaging in a conversation with her.

Harry just watched, irritated. They just laughed casually when necessary, not once added Harry. He knew this was bound to happen, but he let it happen.

When he looked back at them, green met silver and Harry was officially in trouble.

[fika-drw]

Prompt#32 [Relearning Love]

Harry and Severus just got together when a horrible car crash claimed Severus unexpectedly.

The loner that he is, he doesn't have anyone in his emergency contact list.

The muggle doctors had to take desperate measures and operate Severus to save him. 

All the damages are so severe that it can’t be healed magically.

A partial eyesight in his right eye, his left arm is gone, his left leg completely unable to moved, and his right leg has partial muscle damage are what the accident left him with.

Harry didn't know that the accident had happened.

Severus falls into depression over his physical state and is convinced that Harry will no longer want him.

Severus hired an actor who would polyjuice into version of him before the crash to break up with Harry, thinking he would be just a burden.

They broke up as Severus planned.

With Harry no longer at his side, The Magical World became too much for him as everything is a constant reminder of Harry. He moved to the countryside, lives as a hermit.

Years later, he got the news that Harry is getting married. Severus just had to just see him one last time before he completely belonged to someone else. 

He developed a potion that can only be drunk once and lasts 24 hours to fix his disabilities. 

He watches Harry from the shadow of the forest's trees while Harry is standing on the aisle while Ginny walks toward him.

The look on Harry's face is enough to convince him that the choices he made was right. 

Harry's gaze somehow landed on him, and though Severus knew Harry couldn't possibly see him especially with all the glamour charm put on him, he still didn’t want to take any risk and he apparate away.

A few days later, Harry is on his doorway, freshly baled out of his own marriage with Ginny, and that's where our story started.

Harry finally finds out what happened and the reason why Severus broke up with him, and Severus' journey to accepting that Harry's love has no boundaries.

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For the Descendants prompts - some kind of AU where two of the Hooks ended up in the same crew, or maybe it's just that Harriet and Uma's crew banded together for survival over the winter or something. Anyway, everyone having to deal with two Hooks in positions of authority on the same ship. And that's without throwing CJ into the equation.

Hmm, it's probably not what you meant but turns out that absence of Uma draws out the worst in people.

So. Insults, swearing, and overall toxic relationships. I don't make the rules. (Sorry?)

(Uma is okay, Ursula just left the Isle with Hades and possibly other *Villains* belonging to Greek Parthenon when Hades got bored. Stuff happens.)

Also, I want to write a second chapter for this. The vague plan involves regicide. What with no one there to stop the Hooks.

Things are going fine, they really are.

Totally.

Well, fine. No one is actively dying, at least, which is about as good as it gets on the Isle.

The Hooks aren't yelling at each other – a rare occasion, that!

Sure, it might be because Harriet is, ehm, busy in her cabin, and CJ is nowhere to be seen, but Harry is enjoying not having his sisters around for once.

They're annoying, you see, and always think they're in the right. A trait that definitely doesn't run in the family.

Harry sneers at that thought, lips curled and eyes cold. If he bothered to look up, he'd see his crewmates frozen at the sight.

If you'd ask them, they'd tell you he is more haunting the deck of the ship than anything else: Sitting at the railing of the command bridge with no care in the world, reading an overly pretentious book he probably stole from his sister or his father.

Scaring the pirates into actually performing their tasks with his mere presence.

A blood red phantom of what could be.

Harry smirks and taps his lips with his hook, only glancing up to tell Desiree to move it unless she wants to be scrubbing the deck for the rest of eternity, and off her own blood at that.

He gets back to reading without checking if she obeys her command.

Next time Harry looks up, it is to greet Ginny Gothel, who just walked from the Captain’s cabin, smudged lipstick and tangled hair. Self-satisfied smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes, which are so dark they might be black holes. Pupils and nothing else.

She doesn‘t look him into the eyes much longer.

„So long, witch,“ he tells her, sliding of the railing and coming closer, „Ad arbitrium.“

She catches his hook before he can touch her cheek: „Fuck you, Hook,“ she says.

The deck is silent.

„You wish,“ he answers, or maybe „Is my sister not enough?“

Maybe he said both, and maybe neither; Ginny laughs, high and wild. The wind carries the mocking sound away.

She never answers.

Harry doesn’t look after her as she leaves the ship. After all, Ginny Gothel is not his problem. He barely cares if she lives or dies.

He takes out a flask from his pocket; his rings clank on it way too loudly as he opens it. He takes a sip of the vile liquid inside.

His sister, the mighty Captain Harriet Hook of Dead Beauty, stumbles out of her cabin and immediately tears the flask out of his hands. He lets her have her drink before he pushes her away and takes <i>his</i> flask back. She can get her own alcohol, please and thank you.

Besides.

She just saw Ginny.

„She left already?“ Harriet asks. She does not sound heartbroken or sad in the slightest, nope, not at all. She is a Hook and they don’t have a heart, anyone could tell you.

Harry doesn’t deem it worthy of an answer anyway.

With another drink, he says: „And this is why I should be the Captain, sister dear.“

She sneers at him, grabbing the alcohol again. He will be resupplying from her personal stock.

Unsurprisingly, the taste of cheap rum does nothing to lessen her sneer.

„You, sister dearest, spend your time drunk and fucking that witch of yours, or worse yet, the Tremaine Lord wannabe.“

If the deck hadn’t been dead quiet and abandoned before, it certainly was now.

„You say that as if you didn’t fuck half the Isle, frater care,“ Her knuckles turn white where she holds the flask. Neat.

„And you drink as much as me.“

„Are you calling me a whore?!“ he declares in mock offence, loud enough for half the port to hear, really.

„And I ain’t lying!“

Neither of them knows who started throwing things at this point, and the crew is too scared to tell.

Sometime during the fight, CJ comes, sneaking around them to get to her cabin; the older siblings interrupt their fight barely long enough to ask her where was she so long, and where does she think she is going?

„Why,“ the youngest Hook turns her nose up, „I’m crashing at Freddie’s now. Just getting some weapons and jewels and stuff. Eyeliner.“

„Touch my eyeliner and die–“ They both threaten at the same time, „Touch my jewels with one of your fingers and I cut off your whole hand, savvy?!“ adds Harriet.

„Geez, chill a bit. As if your stuff were Freddie’s style,“ sneers Calista, undisturbed by her older siblings, „Also, Anthony’s coming over. Just thought y’all would like to know.“

CJ cackles as her older sister pales considerably and uses the distraction to slip away from her siblings’ grip once more. Chaos cannot wait and all that.

„Well,“ Harry drawls, „I'll leave you to your amans, then.“

Harriet glares at him, but for once, she doesn't shout; she takes a swig of (her own) alcohol and steadies herself by gripping his shoulder.

„You could go scare him off,“ she suggests, „I'm not in the mood for him right now.“

Yeah, no. She isn't in the mood for him because he is likely going over to scold her for getting too drunk or too high with Ginny, or possibly just for not including him.

And Harry isn't gonna stop that, no. He likes seeing his older sister in trouble.

He pushes her off his shoulder.

„Well, that just sounds like a you problem,“ he tells her, „Have fun!“

„I'm gonna kill you and skin you alive and feed your toes to Tick Tock one by one—“

Harry just smiles at the death threats, all teeth, and blows her a kiss.

He dodges the lamp she threw at him without breaking his stride and jumps back at the railing; he gets back to pretending to read.

He flips the page three times without seeing the words before Anthony shows up, but that's fine, he has it memorised. Then he drops the pretense, still as a statue: The lordling will barely notice anything but Harriet anyway.

Anthony Tremaine struts on board as if the whole ship belonged to him. He doesn't bother asking for permission to board, which makes Harry snarl at him.

Anthony doesn't as much as flinch.

„Harriet,“ he says instead of greeting.

Silence; the crew barely breathes.

„Don't be a bitch, sweetheart.“

Harriet finally shows up at the insulting nickname and she is glaring daggers with burning eyes.

Harry whistles – that was fast.

She glares at him too, though she gets back to piercing holes through Anthony rather quickly.

„What do you want?“ she asks with her arms crossed over her chest.

Anthony unwisely steps closer to her and Harry holds his hook tighter.

„Why, can't I check on you?“ he replies with a question on his own, still playing that ridiculous game. She only quirks her eyebrow and he speaks again, his voice noticeably colder:

„I told you not to do <i>that</i>, Harriet.“

„Do what.“

Harriet is playing stupid and no one is falling for it; Anthony steps closer to her yet.

He grabs her wrist none too gently as he pushes against her and tells her: „I told you not to take Ginny's stuff, Captain–“

„It's not good for you.“

(But what if she doesn't care?)

„It's not good for her either.“

(Ginny definitely doesn't care.)

„She just leaves you on after.“

(Like you don't; like anyone wouldn't.)

„I told you <i>not to–</i>“

„You don't <i>get to</i> tell me what to do, Tremaine!“ she finally snaps and pushes him away; he stumbles a bit, but stays on his feet.

Shame.

Harry slides down from the railing and circles closer, quiet as the air before the storm.

„Yes I do–“ protests Tremaine, as if he got a say, „As long as we–“

„As long as we what, Anthony?! What?!“

He can't answer and everyone knows it. He steps back to her and tries to take her hand – she jerks away from the contact violently, swaying only the tiniest bit.

He doesn't move to catch her.

„You don't get to give me orders, Lord Tremaine, and I don't want to see you – go away!“ she shouts at him and before can touch her again, she pushes him again.

He falls on the hard wood and in a heartbeat, Harry is between him and his sister.

There is a hook at Tremaines cheek and there is blood at the hook.

Harry bares his teeth at the boy who dares bother his sister and Captain and behind him, Harriet cackles.

„Go away, Tremaine!“ she shouts loud enough for the majority of the Isle to hear, „Go away and don't come back!“

„Bitch–“ Anthony hisses as if he were in any position to complain and more blood drips down on the board of Dead Beauty.

„Tell Ginny not to come either, everything is her fault anyway.“

Harry lets go of Anthony, as this lover's spat is getting a bit tiresome; coincidentally, the other boy thuds down on the board rather hard. Interesting.

Anthony slowly gets on his feet as Harriet banishes him from the port again.

He spits blood on the already stained wood and looks her in the eyes, back straight and head held high.

„I don't need to come to the port,“ he tells her, „You'll come crawling to me sooner, you vain bitch.“

Harriet only points to the bridge with her hand and flames in her eyes; her crewmates duck away further into their futile hideaways.

Heartbeat of delay, and her anger is going to be lethal.

Thus, Anthony takes his sweet sweet time with an exaggerated curtsey and way too intense eye contact. Which Harriet is reciprocating, because of course she is.

„No one – absolutely no one – is going to the Tremaine saloon until I clear it!“ calls out Harriet as soon as Anthony rounds the corner.

Harry melodramatically sighs and hangs loose on one of the less important ropes of the ship.

She cares nothing for annoyed sighs and complaints of her crew, and Harry? Well, he has a program for tomorrow.

You see, he just found himself in a dire need of a haircut.

[ronnonon]

Ron was always a girl. She knew from the moment she met Luna Lovegood that her body wasn’t right, that she was too stiff and bulky even when she was just a twig. Luna was graceful and pretty, wearing gorgeous hand made dresses that would spin a hypnotising pattern. She asked Pandora, too scared to ask her mother, who said it was normal and that sometimes bodies and minds didn’t always match up, but that didn’t mean the mind was wrong, not at all. She went to tell her mother about her discovery, only to find her talking about how happy she was to have a baby girl and coddling an annoyed Ginny. She couldn’t take that attention away from Ginny, that love and adoration she longed for belonged to her sweet little sister. She kept it close to her heart, not telling a soul and when Pandora passed away she felt a part of her go along side the understanding woman. She was completely alone in her own body, with no one to understand or even know. She met Harry and immediately got along with him. Then she met Hermione and felt such a strong jealousy over her skirt and long flowing hair that she was unintentionally rude to her. When she got to the dorms she prayed to all the muggle gods she knew that they would recognise she wasn’t a boy, only to ascend the stairs along side Harry with ease. It was fifth year when her mum tried to give her a haircut and she asked to keep it long that Hermione and Ginny caught on. They had talked together about all the little things they’ve noticed, like how she always looks at dresses and how Ginny once caught her trying on a ring in a store and how Hermione had a cousin who was transgender. They came up with a plan to subtly show they supported trans people and how they thought men should be allowed to wear pretty things in case she was happy to be a man but wanted to wear dresses. It’s a year later that Ron has a break down and tells them she wants to be a girl and how sick she feels in her body, how clunky and gross it feels as she grows more and more. Ginny does her hair up in a braided bun, Hermione talking about drag queens and her cousin, Luna would join them later and talk about how she knows of hundreds of spells people have learnt to change their body slowly over time. It would take a lot of patience, training and potion work, but it was possible. Ron tells Harry, who is genuinely confused as to why she would think he wouldn’t want to be friends with her. He helps her tell the twins and eventually the rest of the family. Her mum is tense at first but then agrees that it’s alright, saying she was sorry she felt she had to keep such a thing hidden. Ron changes her name with the help of her friend Luna, choosing Rowena with Row as a nickname. Ten years later, Row goes to the grave of Pandora Lovegood and thanks the woman long since past.