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the granger-weasley family members!!!!

(i’m obsessed with drawing romione’s little family)

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hermione and ron's flat they lived in with baby rosie while hermione was finishing up her post doc.

ron floo-called his mom for recipes and baby advice every day.

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Romione Trope Fest 2025- Masterlist

Day 1- Different Houses

A Snake's Coils by @imnotfunnysblog

M by @adenei

A Decorous Reply by Squibnation10

Elf-Made Courage by @be11atrixthestrange

Don't Make Me Laugh by @graceunderpressuure

Glimpses by @honouraryweasley12

Rude Boy by @unhingedromione

Day 2- Second Chances

Everything by @mertronus

Tell me about the first time you saw me by Babeaustan

Your Place or Mine? by @adenei

Broken, Not Shattered by @taurusmoonchild

Second Chance... To Infinity by Squibnation10

Echoes of a Forgotten Heart by @imnotfunnysblog

We, The Willing by @graceunderpressuure

Answers by @reallybeth9

Day 3- Australia

On Kangaroos by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

Send Us A Sign by @adenei

On Love and Lunches by Rennervator

Restoration by @honouraryweasley12

The Second Time by @cheesyficwriter

Nothing Can Invade Our Love by Squibnation10

The Outback by @graceunderpressuure

Yeah, I Said It by @unhingedromione

Day 4- Tent Angst

Of Lilacs and Roses by @adenei

Nothing and Everything by @voldemorts-tap-shoe3

What Happens in Vegas by @graceunderpressuure

Hollow Lessons by Squibnation10

Stale Buscuits and Desperate Kisses by rlcandlejack

I've Heard It All by Purpledamianya

Hands by @cheesyficwriter

Hermione's Cake by @unhingedromione

Voices by Wallenby

Day 5- Magical Mishaps

Honey I Shrunk My Best Mate by @graceunderpressuure

A Froggy Affair by Squibnation10

Don't You Remember by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

An Astounding Sense of Direction by @adenei

Hexed and Vexed by @honouraryweasley12

I Have No Cock and I Must Cum by rlcandlejack

One Mind by @mertronus

The Truth of It by @hpfanted14

The Cat-astrophe by Yokkyu

Day 6- HBP Missing Moment

With Wildflowers In Her Hair by Roonil_Bilius_Wazlib

The Nature of Arthur Weasley by @mertronus

Markers and Signs by @graceunderpressuure

Ron's Helping Hand by @imnotfunnysblog

Falling by @honouraryweasley12

Quintessence by @unhingedromione

Before by @adenei

The Battle of the Bulge by rlcandlejack

I Love You, Hermione by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

Magnet by Squibnation10

Day 7- All Grown Up

Stand By Your Man by RonsGirlFriday

Trying by rlcandlejack

The Stone in my Hand by Squibnation10

Choices by @honouraryweasley12

Virgo's Broom by @gurinpotte

Magical Thinking by Sirwolfeye

Ode to a Sunday by Roonil_Bilius_Wazlib

Trials and Tribulations by @mertronus

Planned Unexpectancies by @graceunderpressuure

The Prophecy by @adenei

The Granger-Weasley Chronicles by @taurusmoonchild

Knitted Grief by @nena-96

After All They've Endured by @cheesyficwriter

Art by Wayne Lynn:

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Day 7- All Grown Up!

1) Stand By Your Man

by RonsGirlFriday

A journalist runs afoul of Minister for Magic candidate Hermione Granger-Weasley, by making an unwelcome insinuation about Ron.

Hermione's gonna do something about her frustration; she just needs to figure out what.

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2) Trying

by rlcandlejack

Ron misunderstands a muggle phrase, leading to a funny conversation that turns serious. Based on a funny twitter screencap.

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3) The Stone in My Hand

by squibnation10

Everyone depends on Ron Weasley to make decisions, for the party, for the people, for the future of the Wizarding World.

But his family needs him more.

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4) Choices

by @honouraryweasley12

Ron wants to surprise Hermione at their wedding... if only he can find the right inspiration.

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5) Virgo's Broom

by @gurinpotte

After a long day's work, Hermione just wants to be alone with Ron.

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6) Magical Thinking

by sirwolfeye

Starts here: A postwar Ministry where “safe” is a pamphlet.

Ends… somewhere near or far from Ulthar, where no human may kill a cat.

Mode of Transportation: A rollercoaster called magical thinking—the irrational belief that one’s rituals, routines, or sheer force of will can bend reality. In a world with magically amplified magical thinking, OCPD is Arithmancy without a solution, ADHD is a Seeker’s dive with no Snitch, and love is the most volatile spell of all.

The only certainty is: Survival leaves scars that think.

Welcome aboard.

Hold on to your Deluminators.

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7) Ode to a Sunday

by roonil_bilius_wazlib

Love occurs in the in-between moments. In a freshly baked scone. In a smile over breakfast. In a crossword puzzle shared between two.

An extraordinarily ordinary Sunday for the Granger-Weasley family.

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8) Trials and Tribulations

by @mertronus

Two lawyers disagree in, and out, of the courtroom.

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9) Planned Unexpectancies

by @graceunderpressuure

Hermione tells Ron she’s pregnant with Hugo. Plenty of unexpected feelings still come with a planned pregnancy.

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10) The Prophecy

by @adenei

What if Professor Trelawney made another prophecy? One about The Chosen Ones two closest friends? And what if that prophecy came along with a strange magical element (mishap) that sent those two closest friends into the future from time to time? How would that shape their friendship? Their future? And most importantly, could it change their destiny if they found out exactly how and why it was happening?

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11) The Granger-Weasley Chronicles

by @taurusmoonchild

Balancing marriage, kids and bizarre parenting dilemmas. This series follows Ron and Hermione as they take on the ridiculousness of raising children while trying to remain relatively sane.

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12) Knitted Grief

by @nena-96

Ron couldn't stand being at the funeral for a second longer, and makes his way back home, little does he know that his girlfriend follows him inside with hope that he doesn't push her away.

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13) After All They've Endured

by @cheesyficwriter

A tender moment between Ron and Hermione the morning after their wedding.

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and finally...

14) Art by Wayne Lynn!

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The Granger-Weasley Chronicles (Series)

Title: The Granger-Weasley Chronicles 

Author: taurusmoonchild

Trope: All Grown Up

Rating: G

Summary: Balancing marriage, kids and bizarre parenting dilemmas. This series follows Ron and Hermione and the ridiculousness that is raising children while remaining relatively sane.

Note: Thanks to trope fest for allowing me to finally start this silly series! The upcoming chapters will not be in chronological order as I plan to add little stories as I think of them (I already have like 5), so I put the year in brackets!

Bridesmaid (2010)

(inspired by Outnumbered)

The house was a mess. Hugo was crying, and Ron was trying to calm him. Hermione was running around their living room, trying to tidy as much of the mess as possible.

“Ron, have you seen the present?” she yelled, barely loud enough for Ron to hear over the wailing of their three-year-old toddler.

“What?”

“The present for my cousin?”

“What?”

“Ugh, for Christ’s sake,” she huffed and started towards their kitchen, “I asked if you have seen the present for my cousin.”

“It’s on the counter,” he pointed at the kitchen counter behind her. Hermione turned around and spotted the large (and ugly) vase her cousin Patricia had put on her registry.

She lifted it from the counter and turned it around. 

“This might be the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“What about that one baby they put next to Hugo when he was born?” Ron asked behind her.

She turned around, “Don’t say that about someone else’s child, Ron.”

Ron put both his hands up and mumbled something under his breath to Hugo. The toddler laughed.

“What did you tell him?” Hermione furrowed her eyebrows.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Correct.”

“Well, at least he isn’t crying anymore.” Hermione turned around and placed the vase on top of the counter.

“Have you seen Rose?”

“She was getting dressed the last time I saw her.”

“Dressed? But she was alrea– oh no.”

“What?” Ron asked, but his wife was already out of the room and running up the stairs.

  On the first floor, Hermione was immediately met with their daughter wearing her beige bridesmaid dress.

“Rose, sweetheart, didn’t we talk about not wearing the dress on our way to the church?”

“But I’m a bridesmaid,” the five-year-old said matter-of-factly, sounding a little too much like her mother. 

“Yes, but you don’t want to get it all dirty before we get there. It’s a long drive there.”

Rose huffed. “But it’s my big day.”

Hermione chuckled, “Rose, sweety, it’s Patricia’s big day.”

“I wish you would stop saying that,” the girl crossed her arms in front of her chest, “besides you are wearing what you are wearing later. How come you don’t have to change?”

“Well, I’m not the one who spills everything, right?”

“I don’t spill everything,” Rose mumbled, “I only do it sometimes, and today is not sometimes.”

“Rose, please.”

“No.”

“Please.”

“Mh mh,” she shook her head.

Hermione looked at her watch and sighed, “Fine. But if you spill anything, I will let you walk around with that stain.”

Rose walked past her towards the stairs. “I already said, today isn’t sometimes.”

  Mother and daughter walk down the stairs where Ron and Hugo are already waiting and ready to go.

“Hey Rosie bear, weren’t you suppos–” Ron stopped his sentence as he spotted Hermione mouthing ‘don't’ to him while shaking her head.

“You look beautiful, sweetie.’

“Thank you, Daddy. I know.” Rose walked straight past him out the door and towards their car.

  Ron chuckled and turned to Hermione, “So she didn’t wanna take off that dress, huh?”

“Some battles are not worth fighting,” Hermione sighed and kissed the top of Hugo’s head in Ron’s arms.

“You look beautiful, too, by the way.”

“Thank you, love. So do you.”

Ron kissed her softly on the mouth. “I know.”

  “ARE YOU COMING?” Rose yelled from outside, “MY DRESS WILL GET DIRTY.”

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the granger-weasleys

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Day 6- HBP Missing Moment

1) With Wildflowers in Her Hair

by roonil_bilius_wazlib

His eye caught on a lone, pale purple wildflower that had fluttered to the blanket during their tussle with the grass, and he plucked it up and tentatively held it out to her.

“Purple. That’s your favourite colour, yeah?”

She nodded. “Lilac.”

She took the flower from his grasp, their fingers brushing, the simple action causing her breath to hitch in a way she sincerely hoped hadn’t been noticeable. “It’s a common dog-violet. It’s very pretty,” she remarked as she tucked it behind her ear, its purple petals framed by her bushy tendrils.

“It suits you,” he admitted shyly, averting his gaze once more.

Ron and Hermione share a picnic at the Burrow during the summer before sixth year. Mutual pining and banter ensue.

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2) The Nature of Arthur Weasley

by @mertronus

Mr. Weasley asks questions, even though he thinks he already knows the answers.

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3) Markers and Signs

by @graceunderpressuure

HBP missing moment immediately following Ron and Lavender’s breakup. What do Ron and Hermione get up to that night?

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4) Ron's Helping Hand

by @imnotfunnysblog

What did Hermione and Ron do when Harry was out with Dumbledore?

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5) Falling

by @honouraryweasley12

Only Hermione can bring out the best in Ron, especially during a tumultuous sixth year.

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6) Quintessence

by @unhingedromione

Harry and Ginny are on the brink of inevitability. Ron and Hermione are the exact opposite. HBP Missing Moment.

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7) Before

by @adenei

It's Ron and Hermione's first evening of Prefect Rounds since they started speaking again, but it's also their first time being truly alone with each other too. When truths are outed, will the evening prove to continue the path of repairing their friendship or leave them more broken than before?

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8) The Battle of the Bulge

by rlcandlejack

HBP Missing moment from the magical sex toys AU, where Hermione is hiding in her dorm room because Lav and Ron are snogging in the common room. Hermione reminisces about the time she first saw Ron’s cock the year before. Then Lav and Parvati arrive in the dorm where Lav brags about Ron showing her his cock.

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9) I Love You, Hermione

by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

Hermione's thoughts after THAT moment.

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10) Magnet

by Squibnation10

“Wow, you like your Quidditch players, don’t you? First Krum, then McLaggen…” Parvati was saying.

“I like really good Quidditch players,” Hermione corrected lightly, a teasing smile curving her lips. “Well, see you… Got to go and get ready for the party.”

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so whos gonna write a one shot about this?

on the way up to their flat after a night at the pub (they were too tipsy to safely floo or apparate home)

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broken, not shattered

Trapped in a place she never thought she’d be, she writes a letter she may never send—one that holds the truth she’s been running from. Elsewhere, he tries to forget, losing himself in fleeting moments that never last. But when the past finds its way back to him, will he finally face what was left unsaid?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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🧡🤎~

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I have a headcannon that Ginny and Harry were insanely PDA forward. But like not on purpose. And Ginny knows it, she’s aware of the fact that they are always touching, kissing, sitting by (if not on top of) each other, that Harry is always touching her hair, squeezing her bum if he thinks he’s being sneaky, will kiss her if he feels like it. But Harry, because he has absolutely no frame of reference for affection, is simply unaware of the fact that maybe he doesn’t have to be so affectionate with people around. And one day all the Weasley siblings are talking about PDA and Harry says something like “oh yeah pda can be kind of annoying.” And they all look at him like ????? And Ginny is giggling behind her hand and tells Harry “you know we are constantly doing that.” Harry is incredulous. The siblings all take turns giving examples just to prove to him that he is very much guilty of this. Included are :

-that one time when we didn’t have enough chairs to sit everyone and you just put Ginny in your lap all night and held her there even when a chair became available

-you’ve kissed 5 times since we got here, Ron hasn’t kissed me yet

-you’re holding hands under the table right now

- oh my god. Your legs are literally intertwined. YOU’RE SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER

- sometimes when people are talking to you, you do this thing were you just stare at each other. It’s very uncomfortable for us. Like we are interrupting a moment

-If you were zoo animals, parents would cover their kids eyes thinking you’re about to mate

-sometimes I think you are doing it just to get a rise out of Bill

And when Harry kept denying that none of those were that bad, George finally looked at him and yells

“You literally squeezed her boob earlier”

….”but I did it when no one was watching”

“obviously not mate”

Ginny can’t stop cackling.

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Day 3- Australia

1) On Kangaroos

by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

Ron and Hermione discuss the Australian wildlife on their trip there after the war.

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2) Send Us A Sign

by @adenei

Ron anticipates Hermione's reunion with her parents and is ready for anything.

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3) On Love and Lunches

by Rennervator

Ron and Hermione have been searching for her parents for a week with nothing to show for it. But when the discovery finally comes, Ron realizes how truly important he is to his new girlfriend.

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4) Restoration

by @honouraryweasley12

Ron does whatever he can to support Hermione on her quest to restore her parents memories.

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5) The Second Time

by @cheesyficwriter

Ron and Hermione have a quiet moment in Australia before beginning the search for Hermione's parents.

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6) Nothing Can Invade Our Love

by Squibnation10

Hermione and Ron go to Australia to find her parents; she's meticulously planned everything to the last detail, and nothing could go wrong...

but then...

ALIENS!

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7) The Outback

by @graceunderpressuure

When their car breaks down in the middle of the Outback, Ron and Hermione try to make car sex work.

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8) Yeah, I Said It

by misfit_romione

After the war, Hermione was determined to not fall into old patterns with Ron. She was determined to tell him in no uncertain terms what she needed from him. Fortunately, Ron was always more than happy to oblige. Based on the song, "Yeah, I Said It" by Rihanna.

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Day 2- Second Chance

1. Everything

by @mertronus

Mangoes may be Ronald Weasley's demise... Or his shot at a second chance.

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2. Tell me about the first time you saw me

by Babeaustan

The first time Ron Weasley sees Hermione Granger, they are eleven years old and she's just moved in down the street. What follows is a collection of vignettes as the pair grow up, fall apart, and are given a second chance - if only they can get out of their own way long enough to take it.

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3. Your Place or Mine?

by @adenei

In a world where Hermione's parents force her out of the magical world, she loses the only person she ever loved. 10 years later, she decides to attend a Hogwarts reunion, but will it be too late if she runs into him?

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4. Broken, Not Shattered

by @taurusmoonchild

Trapped in a place she never thought she’d be, she writes a letter she may never send—one that holds the truth she’s been running from. Elsewhere, he tries to forget, losing himself in fleeting moments that never last. But when the past finds its way back to him, will he finally face what was left unsaid?

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5. Second Chance... To Infinity

by Squibnation10

Hermione has to make a decision, but anything she chooses will be wrong.

or

What happens when you're too afraid to face tomorrow?

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6. Echoes of a Forgotten Heart

by @imnotfunnysblog

Ron has spent most of his life in love with the memory of someone that doesn't exist. He's shaped his life around avoiding the truth his mind has tried desperately to teach him. When that ghost finally shows up they must face this truth together, even if she's so determined to push him away.

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7. We, The Willing

by @graceunderpressuure

AU Voldy wins. Hermione runs a refugee camp for displaced muggle borns, half bloods and resistance sympathizers. Ron is a soldier in a vastly reconfigured version of the Order. Their paths haven’t crossed in years, until now.

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8. Answers

by @reallybeth9

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broken, not shattered

Author: taurusmoonchild

Trope: Second Chance

Rating: M (it could also classify as T, however the entire theme of this fic is centered around depression and mental health issues so I just want to be safe)

TW: depression, mental health problems, mentions of drinking, mentions of body issues

Brief Summary: Trapped in a place she never thought she’d be, she writes a letter she may never send—one that holds the truth she’s been running from. Elsewhere, he tries to forget, losing himself in fleeting moments that never last. But when the past finds its way back to him, will he finally face what was left unsaid?

chapter 1

Dear Ron,

I have always been better with my words on paper than in person. I doubt I will even send you this letter but it is something I have to do to help me move on.

I hate that I broke your heart. It was never my intention. I intended to be yours forever, but sometimes we sabotage ourselves over and over until disaster strikes. The night you proposed to me was the most important moment of my life. It solidified my decision to break up with you.

It sounds harsh, maybe a little funny, though there’s nothing funny about breaking the heart of the one you love the most.

I need you to know that I broke your heart that night, because broken glass, unlike shattered, can be put together again. You deserve to be put back together again. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. And you deserve to have someone be the best thing that has ever happened to you. It just couldn’t be me.

As I sit here, grey and cold concrete walls surrounding me, I often find myself thinking about you. About us. The way your hand always seemed to find the small of my back when you kissed me so deeply I could feel it in my soul. How your lips felt against my neck, soft and tender. The way your words always had a deeper meaning when looking in your eyes. Your eyes are the way to my soul, Ronald.

I miss them every day I am stuck in this lifeless hole of unseasoned meals and disappointing doctor’s visits. ‘She isn’t getting better,’ they say. Maybe I don’t want to get better. There’s no reason for me to get better. I already broke you so why do I deserve to get better?

I watched your tears run down your cheeks that night. Watched as your hands shook so hard you dropped the ring to the ground. Watched as you walked right out of my life because I refused to shatter it. Breaking your heart was the less hurtful option. I don’t think I ever deserved you, to be honest. I couldn’t give you the love you gave me. I failed to show you even just the smallest piece of what you meant to me. 

I still have the picture you kept of us in your wallet, by the way. It has faded a bit since then, just like our memories together fade into greater distance each day I continue to live in this huge, unfair universe.

Ron, I love you, still. I just hate myself.

Every day I wake up in this dark hole, demons surrounding me. They are worse than death eaters sucking out your soul. They attack your whole body. 

Sometimes I wake up and they are slightly less evil and I think I might be getting better, but then I realize I’m only better cause I dreamt of you. To be honest I am only still alive because the memories of you keep me going. 

It’s extremely unfair of me to tell you this. You have a heart of gold, Ron and I know you would do anything to bring me light so you could guide me out of this darkness, but that’s not fair. You deserve to keep your own light. You shouldn’t need to guide someone who didn’t deserve your light.

To put it into the simplest form of words: You are everything to me, Ron.

Breaking your heart was to make sure I didn’t ruin you. You are a part of me, I can’t change that and I don’t want to, but I don’t need to be a part of you. 

You are free, Ron.

In love, forever

Hermione

Hermione dropped her quill with a sigh. Her cheeks wet from tears she didn’t even realise she had shed. She leaned back in her chair and forced her hand to stop shaking. Outside, the wind roared, rain pounding against the small window of her room. She had never related to the weather more. 

“Miss Granger, Dinner is about to begin.”

“Thank you, Grace,” She smiled at the tiny woman in a white gown, “I’ll be right down.”

Hermione listened as the soft sounds of footsteps slowly moved away from her room and sighed again. She glanced at the letter wiping her tears and then she stood up and left.

She had always hated the bright yellow colour of the walls at St. Catherine’s. When she got here 3 months ago the head nurse Marin had explained that they had chosen this colour to brighten people’s days. Hermione scoffs at the memory. If anything these walls made her more depressed. They almost felt offensive to anyone who dared to have a bad day. And Hermione had only had bad days since she got here.

Entering the dining hall of the hell hole she put herself in, she was immediately overwhelmed by the noise. Cutlery scraping plates created a high-pitched noise which reminded her of the screams in her nightmares. People were chatting pretending they weren’t here because they were utterly depressed. She hated it when people pretended. 

She sat alone during dinner. She usually did. It left her alone with her thoughts that often made her feel even worse about herself. But she would rather feel horrible about herself than have to interact with people who would ask how she was doing. The doctors already did that enough.

“How are you, today?” has become her most dreaded question of every day. 

Hermione ate slowly. Some might say too slow. Her doctors did. She had lost weight is what they said. She wouldn’t know since mirrors are strictly forbidden. Though one time she found herself looking at herself in a tinted window and hating the person looking back at her. 

Once finished with her food she dragged herself back to her room, closing the door behind her, hoping the only people bothering her would be the characters of the book she had been reading. 

She sighed, she did that a lot these days. Looking around her room her eyes landed on her empty desk. 

  Shit.

  …

  Ron groaned as he stretched his limbs out. His head was pounding and every movement felt like a workout. The covers of his bed felt warm. Too warm. He huffed as he pulled the sheets off of him only for them to get stuck halfway. He rolled his eyes using more force to rip them off his body. He jumped when he heard a soft hum next to him. His eyes fell onto the brunette girl lying beside him. 

Fuck. Not again. 

Ron massaged his temple desperately trying to remember what had happened last night. He went out with Harry and George. He got drunk. Really drunk. And now he is in bed with some random brunette girl. 

This wasn’t new to him. If he was honest with himself this had been his routine for about a month. He wouldn’t say he particularly enjoyed it but feeling horrible was better than feeling nothing at all.

Ron slid out of bed, put on a fresh shirt and pants and went downstairs. Entering the kitchen he saw his sister sipping on a cup of tea while reading the newest edition of the Prophet“Anything interesting?”

“Harry and I got divorced again,” Ginny said.

“The third time this week. Is that a new record?”

“It is.”

“Bloody hell, Rita is getting more senile with the minute, huh?”

Ginny chuckled, “She’s been senile since the 90s.”

Ron opened the old cabinet above the stove and took out a mug, pouring himself a cup of tea as well.

“Brought home someone again?” Ginny asked, her tone judgemental.

“Come off it,” Ron spat, “it is none of your business.”“It’s my house, Ron.”

“Whatever,” he took a sip of his tea and cussed under his breath as he burned his tongue.

“Did you at least say goodbye to her?”

“You know I don’t. They’ll get attached.”

“You are disgusting.”

“Maybe I am.”

Ron didn’t care anymore what people thought of him. He spent too much time wasting that on the one person who broke him regardless.

“This is not you, Ron. I know you,” Ginny didn’t take her eyes off him.

“That makes one of us.”

“You need to get over her.”“I am.”

“Stop lying to yourself.”

“I don’t need your advice,” Ron jumped up and hurried out of the kitchen, not daring to look back at his sister. 

  They had had this exact conversation a lot ever since Hermione left him. Originally, Ginny was the one who held him as he sobbed into her. That night when he had nowhere to go but Grimmauld’s place, because he couldn’t stand being around Hermione for even a second longer. He never thought his little sister would be his rock, but she stepped up when he needed her most.

He didn’t understand what he did. He hasn’t figured it out yet. She didn’t tell him. She wasn’t obligated to, of course, but Ron had hoped 2 years of dating and 7 years of friendship would make him worth enough to receive an explanation. He sought her out, but she never spoke to him again. 

He spent weeks wondering what moments exactly had led up to his life falling apart and ultimately landed on him being too much. Too much for anyone. Especially her. 

Harry and Ginny were nice enough to take him in. Suddenly he found himself in his old bedroom at Grimmauld Place, feeling like he was 18 again.

Ginny’s comfort over time turned into honesty. She was one of the most grounded people Ron had ever known and deep down he knew it was only a matter of time before she tried to talk some sense into him. But he refuses to listen. Refusing to let anyone tell him he had to get back on track when he didn’t want to. He knew he lied when he said he was over Hermione. How could anyone ever get over the reason that kept you fighting through a war? She was his future, and he thought he was hers. Ginny knew this too. She can see through his lies like no one else. 

  Ron went to the bathroom and splashed water on his face. He thrust open the cabinet taking out pepperup potion to get rid of his headache. Turning on the shower to the hottest option possible, he got undressed and stepped into the stream of water. He hissed as his skin came in contact with the burning sensation of the water. He closed his eyes and let the heat run down his back. 

Closing his eyes he thinks about the summer after the war when he first moved into Grimmauld. He remembers how Hermione and he would constantly find themselves in this very shower. Back when they still had to figure out what the other liked and what didn’t. Back when the innocence of their brand new relationship overpowered the trauma they had gone through in the war. 

Closing his hand around his member, he remembers how Hermione would gently brush up and down his arm, making sure he would feel how sorry she felt for the scars she had caused him. He never blamed her for them, but that didn’t keep her from apologizing about it. He remembers how her lips felt against his. How her hair would tickle his face whenever she kissed him on the neck, trailing soft promises from his skin to his soul. 

He curses, slamming against the wall as he comes undone and he isn’t sure if the running water was the only reason his cheeks felt wet and his eyes felt red.

  He stepped out of the bathroom with only a towel and dragged himself to his room. His bed was empty and he felt bad for the girl that was kind enough to distract him from his pathetic life. He was sure she was nice, but he couldn’t remember. Ron put on another pair of fresh clothes when Harry shouted from downstairs, “Ron! You’ve got mail, mate.”

He grunted, “It’s Saturday, Robards can piss off, I am off duty.”

“It is not from Robards.”

This confused him, he only got mail from work. Making his way down the stairs he caught Harry’s suspicious look immediately.

“Who would write me?”

“Trust me, I was surprised too.”

“Is that why you look like you just saw a ghost?”

Harry sighed and handed him the envelope.

  Hermione Granger

32nd Haven Lane

Psychiatric Ward, St. Catherine’s Hospital

Shit.

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Day 1- Different Houses

1) A Snake's Coils by @imnotfunnysblog

What if it was just a look, a single little glance that changed everything? Just a little look and a thought that pressed down on an already frightened mind. Could that really change everything for Ron? And What might that mean for Hermione?

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2) M by @adenei

In a world where the locket was retrieved from Grimmauld Place, where Dumbledore died after retrieving Hufflepuff’s cup, and where Voldemort’s takeover of the Ministry happened much more quickly and quietly than imagined, Harry, Ron, and Hermione’s mission changes drastically.

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3) A Decorous Reply by Squibnation10

Ron is a Hufflepuff looking for the courage to speak to a beautiful girl in Slytherin. Only thing is The Dark Lord is her father.

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4) Elf-Made Courage by @be11atrixthestrange

Head Boy Ron and Head Girl Hermione reflect on what life would have been like had they been sorted into the same house.

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5) Don't Make Me Laugh by @graceunderpressuure

Slytherin Hermione is too serious. Hufflepuff Ron is too fun. Can they find some middle ground?

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6) Glimpses by @honouraryweasley12

How did Ron Weasley from Hufflepuff and Hermione Granger from Ravenclaw fall in love over the course of seven years? These are some of the moments.

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7) Rude Boy by @unhingedromione

Ronald Weasley was the rudest boy Hermione had ever met in her entire life. A Claw!Hermione and Puff!Ron rivals-to-lovers story. 

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Reveal Day 1: Different Houses

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Happy Ron Day from the Granger-Weasley fam 💌