#bjornthorsson20

[hufflepuffronstan]

Getting to Know You Tag Game

Thank you so much for the tag @lynnelupin 💖

Relationship Status: Single

Favourite Colour: I don't have a favourite but I love fresh grass green and peacock blue!

Song Stuck In My Head: It's All Coming Back to Me by Celine Dion

Last Song You Listened Too: Aga Naga composed by A R Rahman

Three Favourite Food Items: Love any good vegetarian food actually. But if I had to choose, it would be noodles -any kind, be it Chinese Schezuan or Italian Spaghetti or Veg Ramen or Chowmein... I could go on and on, honestly 😂

Last Thing You Googled: Lily Evans middle name 😩

Dream Trip: In India, Ladakh has been a dream for years. Also, Thanjavur because I am reading a book called Ponniyin Selvan by Kalki (It's a five-volume book series, now adapted into a two-part movie. Check it out if you're interested in centuries old Indian history, royal schemes and romances.) Anyways, the place is so beautifully portrayed in the books, the characters are so well written, and everything is just brilliant that I want to visit the places described in the books that I fell in love with.

Internationally, there are so many beautiful countries. But I've wanted to visit Ardmore, Ireland ever since I read Nora Robert's Gallaghers series (14-year-old me dreamt of picturesque country roads, abandoned castles, faeries and cliffs rising from the seas) 😋

Tagging @theroomofreq @maraudersftw @acnelli @pottermum @hufflespostsboy @edie-k @bjornthorsson20 @joyseuphoria @startanewdream @sweeethinny @pebblysand @remedialpotions @restandbloom @questions-forthe-marauders @velvethopewrites @thejilyship @ginnyheadcanons @petalstofish @liiilyevans

PS: Tagged and don't want to do this, please ignore and not tagged but want to do this, please do! I'm sorry for either of the cases. 😶‍🌫️

🤍Eyra

[mertronus]

I was thinking about posting this after I wrote it, but then i was actually THREATENED (not really but yeah really) by @bjornthorsson20 no less... Humph. You get your wish (demand?) sir.

I give you, this lil ficlet born of random conversations that have nothing to do with Romione and yet still somehow come back to Romione:

Muggle Magic

"Ron? Are you ready to go?" Hermione bustled around their sitting room, anxious to get to Kings Cross Station for their kids.

Ron was anxious too, but also slow.

"I'm ready," he said as he finally sauntered into the sitting room. "We have plenty of time love. Train probably hasn't even cleared Nottingham yet."

"I want to be there when it pulls in!" As she grabbed her purse, her muggle cell phone rang from somewhere inside. Ron was still getting used to the thing, and jumped when it rang.

Hermione glanced at her watch and rolled her eyes. "It's Ginny. We'll see her in 2 minutes."

Perplexed, Ron asked, "did she tell you she would call at a certain time?"

Hermione glanced at Ron through the mirror in the foyer where she was adjusting her hair. "No, why?"

"So how'd you know she was calling if you didn't look at your phone?"

"I looked at my watch."

"But... Watches tell time. Not who's calling."

Hermione laughed. "Oh! I never showed you, did I? Mum got a new apple watch so she gave me her old one! It syncs up to your phone and you can see who's calling or texting!" While she was explaining she held up her wrist to show Ron the strange looking watch adorning it. It had no numbers or hands, just a plain black face. But when she tapped it, the screen lit up and showed the time in analog form.

Hermione turned to the floo and grabbed the powder. But when she turned to Ron he was simply staring at her.

"What?"

"That's barmy!!!"

"What's barmy Ron?"

"You're telling me, that watch can tell you who's calling on your phone? Next you're going to tell me you can answer on it too!"

"Actually," she said slowly, "I can. Now can we go before Ginny calls again? At least then I'll be able to show you."

"What sorcery is this?!" He muttered as he reached one hand for the floo powder and the other for Hermione. "Muggles have their own sort of magic... King's Cross!"

#Romione #ronald weasley #hermione weasley #older Romione #muggle loving Ron

[bjornthorsson20]

(Im)Perfect Timing

It was a quiet morning at The Burrow as Harry descended the stairs to start the day. He passed by Ginny’s room to check if she was up, but after knocking twice with no response, he just assumed she was in the bathroom and would meet him downstairs.

He could hear the voices of his two best friends coming from the kitchen. Since becoming an official couple, Ron and Hermione had been spending together as much as they could, constantly disappearing to snag some time alone with one another. And while Harry was more than happy that they had finally got their shit together, there were some unfortunate new developments. The worse of them: the snogging. They always seemed to pick the worst time and place to—

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake, you two!” bellowed Harry as he screwed his eyes shut, shielding them with both hands for good measure. Unfortunately, the image of his friends attached at the lips was already imprinted on the inside of his eyelids.

“Bloody hell!” cried Ron, at the same time that Hermione yelled “Harry!” and, as usual, admonished Ron’s selection of words.

“Yeah, good morning to you too,” Harry groaned, his face falling into a grimace. “Is it safe to look now?” He asked, not taking any chances to repeat the scene.

“Y—yeah,” they replied in unison.

From their voices, Harry could picture the pink creeping up on their cheeks from embarrassment. He poked one eye between his fingers, checking for any signs of offending imagery, before lowering his hands and fully opening both eyes, straightening his glasses.

“Well, thanks for that image. I’m sure I’ll be revisiting it in my nightmares,” said Harry with no hint of humour in his tone, though he could see Ron fighting not to burst out on laughter from how hard he was biting his bottom lip.

“W—we didn’t expect you to be up so early, Harry. We made some breakfast and tea if you’re hungry,” Hermione said shyly, in the same nervous tone she used whenever she felt mortified at being caught. Her expression was halfway between a smile and a grimace.

“No, thank you. I’ve lost my appetite by now. If Ginny comes by, please tell her I’m outside,” Harry was turning to leave when he heard Hermione calling him to come back.

He loved them both, he truly did, but their displays of affection did nothing but gross him out. It almost felt like they’d deliberately chose to do it whenever he was around…

Every sodding day. Every—

Harry stopped short as all the pieces started to fall into place. And when Ron’s voice broke through his train of thought, it did nothing but confirm all of his suspicions.

“Did you see how uncomfortable he looked?” Ron said through his laughter.

“Ron! Quieter!” admonished Hermione, though Harry could hear she too found the whole thing hilarious. “But yes, it was very, very funny.”

As the laughter went on, Harry resumed his walking, already planning on how best to deal with them.

Voldemort didn’t kill them, but I will.

#romione #romione fanfic #romione drabble #ron x hermione #ron weasley #hermione granger #harry potter #fanfiction #bjornthorsson20

[romione-trope-fest]

Romione Trope Fest - 2022 Masterlist

Sixth Year AU:

Ron x Hermione by @adenei and @accio-writes

I Want To by CandyMan91

The Flower Arrangement by @accio-writes

A Wizard in Heat by CandyMan91

An Otter Kind of Moment by @imnotfunnysblog

The Boathouse by @zurisenchantedquill

Ron Weasley and the Half-Blood Prince by @edie-k

No, Not You by @reallybeth9

Birds, Friends, and Lovers by @mertronus

Stuck Together:

Cuffed by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

Prefect Mediation by @adenei

Something to Look Forward To by goldilockss

Stuck in the Castle by @cheesyficwriter

A Very Pasteful Plan by @cheesyficwriter

Fuck or Die:

The Flower Arrangement by @accio-writes

A Wizard in Heat by CandyMan91

The Games by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

Shag, Marry, Kill by @adenei

Choices by johnmchacker

Night Howlers by @mertronus

Treasure by @reallybeth9

Fake Dating

Just Friends by @adenei

Blindsided by @honouraryweasley12

Hypothesis by @zurisenchantedquill

I Solemnly Swear by @cheesyficwriter

I Want You Back by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

Not a Last Resort by @mina-roman

DH Missing Moment

Map To Forgiveness by CandyMan91

Cardigan by @wormicus-basilicus-del-mondo

Rambunctious Ramblings by @dot-adsty

Stay by @adenei

Run by @accio-writes

Pivot by @honouraryweasley12

Drive by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

Waiting Here With You by @cowahbull

Lovely by @cheesyficwriter

The Taste of Your Lips by @firethecanonsfanfiction

Closer by @reallybeth9

Anywhere With You by @imsoromione

The Harsh Reality by @mertronus

Dancing at Bill & Fleur's Wedding by @bjornthorsson20

Second Kiss

It Only Takes One Kiss by @firethecanonsfanfiction

On Purpose (Art) by @am2c

My Turn by @honouraryweasley12

Missing in Action by @cheesyficwriter

Convincing by @reallybeth9

Just Us by @mertronus

A Weight Off My Chest by @edie-k

Kiss Each Other Clean by @constitutionalweasleymonarchy

Today is Not Real by @sp0okynerd

Bedknobs and Breadcrusts by @cowahbull

Only the Beginning by @adenei

Four Second Kisses by @accio-writes

Marriage Law

Shag, Marry, Kill by @adenei

#romionetropefest #romione trope fest #romione fanfic #romione #hpromione #ron weasley #ron x hermione #ron and hermione #hermione granger #hermionegranger #ronweasley #dh missing moment #fake dating #fuck or die #marriage law #second kiss #sixth year au #stuck together

[prettyflores]

Get to know meme

Tagged by: @theclockworkmonk

Rules: tag nine people you want to know better

Three ships: clearly Hinny, Jim and Pam and Jake and Amy

Last song: Chiquitita by Abba (sorry not sorry)

Last movie: Birdman (Edward Norton I love you)

Currently reading: El cadaver exquisito (to be honest though, haven read it in a week but I’ll get back to it soon)

Currently watching: Modern family and waiting for The crown’s season 5

Currently consuming: Nothing 🥲

Currently craving: A chocolate cookie and a goon nap

Tagging:

@norakelly @gobstoneswithhector @pebblysand @bjornthorsson20 @ginnypxtter

[chudleycanonficfest]

Read participating stories on AO3

Week 1:

Air (Romione, side Hinny) by @zurisenchantedquill

Stay, Stay, Stay (Hinny) by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

The Soul Truth (Romione) by @honouraryweasley12

The Greenhouse (Neville/Hannah) by zurisenchantedquill

A Million Possibilities (Molly/Arthur) by honouraryweasley12

Stars in the Night Sky (Jily) by @adenei

One Last Dance (Jily) by @be11atrixthestrange

Safe in Your Arms (Romione) by @whenihaveyouromione / @rafa-rafaelx

For Good (Harry & Ron) by @accio-broom

Thinking About You as I March On (Romione) by @bjornthorsson20

Hide and Seek (Tedoire) by adenei

Five Lies (Romione) by be11atrixthestrange

Rewrite the Stars (Romione) by adenei

End Credits (Jily) by @zephyrcove

Week 2

t-shirt (Romione) by accio-broom

Lover (Ron/Lavender with hints of Romione) by adenei

Took Far Longer then it Should’ve (Romione) by @candy-man91

Make a Move (Frank/Alice) by adenei

Sword & Shield (Romione) by accio-broom

The Switch (George/Angelina) by adenei

you belong with me (Molly/Arthur) by accio-broom

Absolutely Ridiculous (Romione) by @sp0okynerd

Just One Night (Ron & Ginny with side Romione) by rafa-rafaelx / whenihaveyouromione

the big spoon (Hinny) by accio-broom

I can’t imagine my life without you (Romione) by @cheesyficwriter

Quiet (Molly/Arthur) by voldemorts-tap-shoes

Stop Thinking (Romione) by voldemorts-tap-shoes

all of the stars (Neville/Hannah) by accio-broom

Week Three

Worth Fighting For (Romione) by cheesyficwriter

Showstopper (Jily) by @mina-roman

Summer Nights (Weasley Family) by zurisenchantedquill

Heart-Shaped Wreckage (Romione) by adenei

Liquid Courage (Romione) by mina-roman

More or Less (Trio friendship with implied Hinny & Romione) by @bavalon18

Hopelessly (Romione) by mina-roman

Sorry, they're maroon (Harry & Ron) by HeavenSoul

Family Tradition (Weasley family) by bavalon18

Flooded (Jily) by voldemorts-tap-shoes

Dorkus Maximus (Hinny) by honouraryweasley12

Just The Girl (Scorose) by adenei

Dittany (Neville/Hannah) by @floreatcastellumposts

Nerves (Hinny) by @velvethopewrites

Week Four

Nobody Compares (Romione) by @arianatwycross

Washing Machine Heart (Hinny) by @rosequartzstarswrites

Wipeout (Dean & Seamus) by adenei

the hippogriffs and the flobberworms (Arthur & Ron) by accio-broom

I Love Wine (Romione) by be11atrixthestrange

Cold Feet (Bill/Fleur) by adenei

Vino (Hinny) by @thedistantdusk

More Like Family (Ron & Harry) by cheesyficwriter

The Greatest Chapter (Hinny) by cheesyficwriter

young dumb thrills (Gryffindor friends) by accio-broom

Fluffy Town (Dean & Seamus bromance) by Adenei

Untitled (Hinny) by @booksforevermore13

The Argument (Gen Weasley) by floreatcastellumposts

Four Little Sips (General) by John McHacker

Week Five

In Vino Veritas (Harry & Molly) by floreatcastellumposts

The Masterstroke (Romione) by @maggotsstuff

Don’t run, please (Romione) by @blimeypeople

Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2 (Hinny) by @whizzfizz

Late Night in the Library (Romione) by sp0okynerd

Dancing Around You (Jily) by Adenei

Dancing (Romione) by honouraryweasley12

The Castle of Agony (Romione) by @ahankar1610

#chudley canon fest

[be11atrixthestrange]

Tagged by @accio-broom

Three Ships

Ron/Hermione (Harry Potter)

June/Nick (The Handmaid’s Tale)

Katniss/Peeta (The Hunger Games)

Last Song

Origin of Love, Mika

Last Movie

Legally Blonde

Currently Watching

Lucifer and Supernatural

Tagging:

@trademarkblue @bjornthorsson20 @mertronus @blimeypeople @myargalargan

[bjornthorsson20]

A songfic in lyrical form I just had the urge to write after listening to this on repeat the whole day haha hope you like it, I'll see if I come up with a full on one shot of this storyline sometime hopefully soon ^^

You All Along

It didn't work out with my lady

We never could get along

One to another retorting

Thinking the other was always wrong

So instead of sitting there sweeping

I checked the paper instead

And written right there all solemn

A tempting offer that read

If you miss feeling that ardor

While drinking some fine champagne

If you want a night to be vulgar

And no longer have to feign

If you enjoy watching a pretty sight

That has your mouth hang agape

Then I'm the one knocking at the door

Answer me and escape

Wanted to forget my lady

And this one was definitely keen

Sounded nothing like my lady

Who always came off all prudish and pristine

So I replied on the paper

And poured all the heart that I had

And never the greatest poet

But still meant all that was said

Yes, I miss feeling that ardor

And not dwell on this pain 

I'm not at all into being prude

And I'll share that champagne

I wanna get to meet you very soon

And something about a red tape

Somewhere in Diagon Alley

Where we both can escape

I waited there as if to elope

And she waltzed in with grace

I knew that smile in an instant

I knew the curve of her face

It was my own brilliant lady

And she said, "I knew it was you"

Then we laughed for a moment

And I said, "Well, I never knew"

"That you missed feeling that ardor

And drinking some damn fine champagne

And pouring all your emotions

While snogging me in the rain

If you enjoy watching the pretty sights

That will have your mouth agape

You're the lady I'm living for

Come with me and escape"

#ron weasley #romione #ron x hermione #hermione granger #hp canon pairings #ron weasley x hermione granger #songfic #lyrical #romione fluff #ronald weasley #ronald bilius weasley #hermione jean granger #hermione x ron #bjornthorsson20

[bjornthorsson20]

As Long as You're by My Side

Ron Weasley was absolutely not having the evening he had planned — why did that sound familiar? He was currently stuck at a party where he didn't feel comfortable at all, and so bored that his brain had turned to mud. He was sitting alone at a table on the back, far away from everyone, sipping on some whiskey — a drink that didn't taste nearly as good as regular firewhiskey.

The suit Hermione had picked for him was starting to feel three sizes too small and he was pretty sure his tie was literally trying to strangle him. He was still assessing his surroundings, pondering how he could sneak out the back, taking Hermione with him so they could go back home and have some actual fun for tonight.

He had strategically positioned himself so she was in his line of sight at all times. At that moment, her back was facing him as she engaged in conversation with people who Ron guessed to be some aunt and uncle. He was content just staying in his corner, silently watching her from the distance. Nobody was paying him any mind, anyway. In fact, he was pretty sure they weren’t even aware of his existence. He could probably dress up in a panda costume or in a bathrobe and stroll around, and they wouldn’t bat an eye. Or maybe a banana costume; or a cowboy; or an astron-

He snapped himself out of his ramblings before he got carried away and started seriously considering following through with it. Instead, his eyes focused again on Hermione, who was now struggling to stop the reason they were here tonight from pulling her hair out.

Rose Granger-Weasley was six months old, having been born August of last year, on the 25th. The day she came into this world had been simultaneously the most nerve-wracking and rewarding one of his life. He chuckled, remembering the way Hermione kept apologizing for all the foul things she had said to him during the whole process and for almost breaking his hand. She had felt awful, even when he’d assured her multiple times that it was just fine, and he’d gladly take a broken hand if it’d mean having that perfect little bundle of ginger hair and pale skin nestled in his arms. When Rose opened her eyes for the first time, and he saw how beautiful they were — the most beautiful he’d ever seen — and how they were the same color as her mother’s, a tear trailed down his cheek. And when she finally looked at him and let out a little toothless smile, he couldn’t stop the overflowing joy that coursed through his body, making him hold her gently closer as he let the tears fall freely, all the while Hermione watched them both with her own watery smile.

Soon after, he’d had to hand Rose over to the rest of the family that were fighting for an armful of the Weasley girl. Mum had been the biggest emotional mess — to no one’s surprise — bawling everytime she looked at the baby. Dad and all of his brothers had congratulated him with several pats on the back of varying force.

“This time I’ll surely be the favorite uncle,” George told him, and at the mention of the word “uncle”, Ron’s thoughts immediately went to Fred. He could see in his brother’s eyes that he was thinking the same, but they both found comfort knowing that, if Fred was watching them, he was probably having a laugh at Ron’s new fatherhood situation, thinking he was a fool for settling down. The git.

Harry and Ginny had brought James and Albus with them, James instantly liking the newborn, with Rose’s response being to grab his hair and not let go of it until Ginny intervened; Ron had to suppress a chuckle. Good girl, Rosie. Like father, like daughter.

Once the new family had gone home, George happily let Ron take an extended leave for as long as he deemed suitable, so he could focus on the newborn. The shop was doing better than ever thanks to Ron’s business tactics and George’s renewed sense of creativity for all sorts of products. But thanks to Lee’s and Verity’s help, Ron could step away for some time without issue.

Over the next couple of months, many friends came to see little Rosie and congratulate them on this next chapter of their lives. Then, one day Hermione received a call from one of her cousins, inviting her to her wedding. Hermione had tried to explain to her that with the new baby girl she would be too busy to attend, but it had backfired when her cousin let out a screech of excitement — that sounded very much like a hippogriff on fire, Ron thought — saying that Hermione had to bring the girl so the family could meet her.

And that was how they got themselves into a muggle wedding reception. Hermione had been happily catching up with all of the relatives she hadn’t seen since the pre-Hogwarts days, letting them fawn over their lovely baby girl. If this had been years ago, Ron would be terrified to be in the muggle world, afraid of being just one step away from screwing everything up by saying the wrong thing. But, after years of Auror missions and visits to his in-laws, he just found himself disinterested with everything, hoping that Hermione would come soon to tell him they could go home.

Finishing his drink, he saw Hermione turn to him and give him a tired smile, as the people she was talking to turned as well and left. He stood up, striding over to her in three long steps, before taking Rose from her arms and giving her a kiss on the temple.

“Shall we go?” he asked, already sensing that she was as sick of this whole thing as he was.

She bit her lip nervously, glancing over to the newlyweds’ table. “I told her we would stay until the cake was served,” she half-whispered, stifling a yawn as her face fell into a grimace, perhaps thinking he would be mad at her for prolonging their stay here.

Ron silently looked at her and their daughter, and he couldn’t help but smile in that silly way he did whenever he was overwhelmed with love for them.

“Hermione, as long as you’re by my side, both of you, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. I’ve told you, as much as I may be content just by myself, it’s only when I’m with you that I am truly happy. With you I feel loved.”

Hermione’s bottom lip quivered, as she quickly hugged her husband, hiding her face on his shoulder. “There are no words to describe you, Ron Weasley,” she sobbed.

“I could say the same, love. Have I ever told you that I love you?”

“Only about a million times already,” she chuckled.

“Well, make it a million and one, then,” he said, knowing how much she loved when he found a way to tell her that in an indirect way.

“I love you too. Both of you,” she tightened her hold on him as she spoke.

They stood there, holding each other close. Ron realised in that very moment, that no matter where he went, he didn’t care if he didn’t feel welcomed. He would be happy as long as the two people he loved the most would be right there with him. Always.

#romione #romione fanfic #romione drabble #ron x hermione #ron weasley #hermione granger #rose weasley #harry potter #ginny weasley #george weasley #family fluff #romione fluff #sequel fic #songfic #fanfiction #bjornthorsson20

[bjornthorsson20]

The Boy Who Lived (In the Closet)

Sigh.

That one fleeting sound broke through Harry’s concentration on his essay. Looking up, he saw his bushy-haired friend leaning on the table across from him, her head resting in her hand, glancing at something from afar. Following her line of sight, his eyes landed on his other best friend, the ginger boy who also happened to be the object of the witch’s affections.

Harry was aware of how these two started to develop some feelings towards each other beyond their friendship a while back, a perception shared by many of their housemates, but one that the two of them were somehow still oblivious to. Harry had to admit that he could be pretty oblivious to things around him most of the time, but they were not even trying to be subtle most of the time. Their mutual pining while running in circles around each other was beginning to irk Harry to no end.

He decided he had enough. If they weren’t going to make a move, he would. With that goal in mind, he cleared his throat, instantly bringing Hermione’s attention to him. She gave him a half-hearted smile, setting her hands on the table and pretending to concentrate on her book.

“Hermione.”

“Y-yes?” she squeaked, smiling so wide Harry felt his cheeks hurt just looking at her.

“Look, if you’re going to simply stare longingly at Ron without doing something about it, I’m afraid I’ll have to step in,” said Harry in an unusually stern tone. He hoped what he was about to say would work.

Her voice became shrill as she vehemently tried to deny her blatant ogling. “I’m sorry? W-what do you mean? I-I was not star-”

Harry cut her off with a snort. “Oh please. The truth is written all over your face. Now, you either go up to him right now and spill your heart out, or I will claim him for myself.”

Hermione’s eyes became the size of saucers as her mouth hung open. She sputtered, stuttering something incomprehensible before getting her words out. “W-what do you mean? I-I-I, you can’t be serious, no…”

“You heard me. If you won’t kiss him, I will do it myself. I’ve always wondered what his lips taste like. Probably like Chocolate Frogs and roast.” Harry was trying really hard not to laugh. However, judging by the fierceness in her eyes at his words, Hermione found it anything but amusing.

“Harry James Potter, you wouldn’t,” said Hermione in a low threatening voice.

Harry wasn’t backing down, though.

Raising one eyebrow as a challenge, he looked at Ron, intending on calling for him. As soon as he opened his mouth, Hermione leaned forward suddenly, clamping her hand over his mouth. “Okay, okay!” she groaned, getting up and walking towards Ron, as Harry grinned deviously at her back as she walked away. He saw her whisper something in Ron’s ear, which made his face grow red as his eyes nearly bulged out of his head, and the next moment she was tugging on his hand as she pulled him out of the common room.

Harry smiled, triumphant in being the one to get the lovebirds together at last. He just hoped that no rumours would start circulating the hallways about him being interested in Ron, but he knew Hermione wouldn’t be one to say anything anyway.

After all, there was no way he was attracted to his best friend. Not at all.

___________________________________________________________

Sometime later in the evening, his two friends returned to the common room hand in hand with goofy grins on their faces. He watched as Hermione said something to Ron, before giving him a quick peck on the lips and climbing the girls' staircase.

Ron stood there for a moment, watching her retreating figure, before his eyes turned to Harry and he gave him the biggest smile he had ever seen from Ron. He hurried over to where Harry was still seated on the table, a spring in his step, his body language something akin to a kid excited for Christmas.

“Mate, I can’t thank you enough! Hermione told me you gave her the nudge needed to make the first move, and I’m bloody grateful you did, because I don’t think I would’ve had the nerve to if it was me,” he chuckled with a sheepish grin, shrugging, before his expression turned serious. “About what you told her, uh, look, I don’t want things between me and Hermione to make you feel weird or anything. I know I’m irresistible, mate, but don’t go pining over me, yeah? I’m clearly taken.” He smiled lopsidedly at his own joke and then went serious again. “But… I still love you,” he finished with an awkward grin, grasping Harry’s shoulder.

For some reason, Ron’s touch caused a strange feeling to course through Harry, and the firmness with which Ron was gripping him made his shoulder tingle in an unusual way. He also felt Ron was just a bit too close to him, and for a moment, Harry had the irrational urge to lean in closer. The way he towered over him in his current position also contributed to this pleasant yet foreign sensation.

Wondering why his throat felt suddenly dry, Harry gulped. “I-It’s okay, mate, d-don’t worry about me. I’m gonna be okay, and no, I won’t feel weird seeing you and Hermione together. I’m really happy actually, it’s brilliant. And I-I love you too.” He hoped Ron wouldn’t question his sudden nervousness, as not even he knew what was happening to him.

Thankfully, Ron simply smiled and patted his shoulder, thanking him one last time before heading to the boys' staircase. Harry couldn’t help but notice the swing of his hips as he walked, and he had to admit it was quite…

No, he was most definitely not attracted to his best friend.

#romione #romione fanfic #romione drabble #ron x hermione #ron weasley #hermione granger #harry potter #bi harry potter #bjornthorsson20

[bjornthorsson20]

So happy to be finally working on this idea. A visual adaptation of Mine by the incredibly talented @mertronus. This is just one page so far but as I make more and more I'll be sure to be sharing it along here ^^ hope y'all like this. And go check out Mine if you haven't already, a beyond words must read.

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I Regret Everything

Trigger Warnings: suicidal thoughts / implied suicide / implied character death / trauma / nightmares about traumatic events / panic attacks

All seemed well.

Ron had come back, saved his life, destroyed a Horcrux and warned them of the Taboo placed on Voldemort’s name.

Harry had been elated beyond words to know his best friend had been alive and well during his time away, and had forgiven Ron immediately after seeing what the locket had been doing to him whenever he had worn it. Harry reassured him that he and Hermione shared nothing beyond a sibling bond, and that he had been deeply missed by them both, leaving them miserable without him.

While Harry had been quick to forgive Ron’s departure, Hermione had been incensed upon seeing Ron back, immediately unleashing a flurry of punches at whatever vital parts she could hit him on. All the while, Ron had covered his nether regions, hoping to preserve future generations of Weasleys. Thankfully, Harry had Hermione’s wand with him at the time, so Ron’s life had been spared long enough for him to explain how he had found his way back using the Deluminator. Ron’s speech had been so powerful that Harry had to admit that if he were a girl, he’d have pounced on him right then and there.

Hermione hadn’t been convinced by it though, instead turning away and marching back to the tent with furious steps. Harry had offered Ron an apologetic look, which Ron had dismissed muttering under his breath that “he deserved it”. Once inside, Ron had recounted his run-in with a group of Snatchers; how he had managed to fool them with the name Stan Shunpike, how he had learned of the Taboo and his snatching (pun fully intended) of their wands.

Still, Hermione had just cast Ron a murderous look and quickly averted her gaze with a disgruntled twist of her face. His red-haired friend sighed and asked her if they could talk, to which Hermione had seemed to consider for a moment before standing up and stomping her way to a corner of the tent wordlessly, turning to face Ron with an impatient tapping of her foot. Ron had glanced briefly at Harry, cocking his head slightly in his direction, clearly indicating he wanted to take the conversation outside, with Hermione’s only response being a hard glare and a huff that undoubtedly meant she had been within an inch of hexing him if he hadn't moved his arse there.

Defeated, Ron heaved out a bigger sigh, and finally headed over to where Hermione stood. He had been whispering just quietly enough that Harry couldn’t quite make out what he had been saying to her, but judging from the way Hermione’s expression immediately softened - her furrowed brow clearing and her eyes misting over - Harry was pretty sure Ron told her the locket’s destruction, and all the foul things it had fed Ron’s mind.

What happened next caught Harry completely by surprise. Hermione jumped into Ron’s arms and proceeded to kiss him hard, causing Ron to stumble back, no doubt shocked by that, before he started to kiss her back (fuck, more like snog the life out of her). Witnessing that should’ve made Harry smile with the stupidest grin ever, despite how gross they looked sucking each other’s faces like that, happy that they had finally gotten their shit together.

Instead of a grin though, Harry could feel his face set in a deep frown, as his two best friends kept devouring one another, hungry like a tableful of Weasleys, most likely having already forgotten the third wheel getting front row tickets to their show of burning passion. Eventually, they pulled back to catch their breaths, before going right back to it a moment later, this time making their way slowly over to Ron’s bunk, without breaking their ongoing snog. For some demented reason, Harry couldn’t take his eyes off of them, wondering how long they’d go at it until they remembered they weren’t alone in the tent.

Their passionate session of sucking and licking noises, mixed in with moans, whimpers and grunts - had Ron growled? Holy shit, they were animals - hadn’t ceased until Harry heard Hermione gasp and sit up, finally looking in his direction. She buried her face in Ron’s chest, most definitely mortified by what they’d been engaging in while Harry beared witness. Ron turned to him with wide eyes and a face as red as a tomato (Harry never liked tomatoes much), silently mouthing all kinds of apologies while holding Hermione tight and helping her calm down. Harry glared daggers at Ron, who at least had had the decency to look ashamed. Harry felt his frown gradually morph into the biggest grin he could muster without permanently disfiguring his face. Ron’s face had gone pale, most likely alarmed from Harry's sudden shift in mood, and when Hermione finally lifted her head to look at Harry again, her face too had borne an expression of pure shock at him.

They were saying something, but Harry wasn’t listening anymore, not even to his own responses that surely sounded very forced. He was thankful for his best friends’ inability to pick up on nice falsities, and for them not pressing him too much. His feet were dragging him somewhere - he wasn’t sure how long he had kept on walking - as his mind kept replaying the scene of them both attached at the lips, like a broken record of what Ron saw from the locket (as if having Voldemort trying to possess him constantly wasn’t enough mental torture). Harry had tried sorting through his emotions in an attempt to understand why he was feeling so bothered by this turn of events. It couldn’t be jealousy. It hadn’t been anger, nor had it been disapproval.

Eventually, he had come back to Ron and Hermione still on Ron’s bunk - by the looks on their faces, they hadn’t stopped worrying about him for even a second, a fact that made him feel extremely guilty for some reason. They immediately asked if everything was okay. This time, Harry managed to put up a more genuine looking smile for show, because after a quick dismissal of their worries, they seemed to relax and return shy, embarrassed smiles. He had gone to his bunk after a quick goodnight and tried to fall asleep, but as soon as he closed his eyes, that cursed image would reappear on the inside of his eyelids. He could still hear their voices exchanging hushed whispers, until they faded out - good thing he taught them the silencing charm. Merlin only knows what’s going on in there.

The thought caused that unknown, ugly feeling to come back before he finally succumbed to a nightmare-ridden sleep, forced to rewatch their snogfest. Except this time, they didn’t stop. Harry had tried closing his eyes - was that even possible inside a dream? - but found that he couldn’t, and he almost didn’t want to. The more he watched it, the more he felt like the memory was suffocating him from the inside, as if slowly consuming his body.

Sometime during the night, he jolted awake, sweating profusely and scrambling for his glasses. His eyes immediately landed where he knew they were sleeping, but they had the curtains drawn, so he couldn’t see what went inside after they silenced it. Harry thought that was for the best. His nightmare had scarred him for life in every way possible, and the sight of either of them at the time would certainly have made him sick to his stomach. How would he even look at them in the eye after that?

So, he hadn’t. It was now a whole week after that dreadful day, and Harry had yet to make eye contact with either Ron or Hermione. His whole mood and disposition, already tainted by the stress of the hunt, was at an all-time low, especially given how he hadn’t slept more than a half-hour every night, stuck on the same loop of being tortured into watching his two best friends go at it like rabbits in heat, and then jolting awake sweating buckets before giving up on sleep entirely. Even after waking up, he could still hear every sound, and experience that suffocating sensation constricting his chest. As a result, he now had very prominent bags under his eyes, but thankfully he was able to cover them up with charms, so neither Ron nor Hermione noticed anything wrong with him. He didn’t want them to worry; he couldn’t bear the guilt.

The whole week through, Harry continued to watch them have their quality time together. Sometimes, they would remember Harry was there fairly quickly; other times, they would go at it until they were almost undressing. But, at no point did they ever remember to cast a silencing charm, or draw the curtains around them, and Harry never once tore his gaze away from their displays of passion. It wasn’t until today, watching them quietly as usual, that all the pieces fell into place in Harry’s mind about what exactly he felt regarding them.

Envy.

He envied them. They had each other during all of this. They had hope for something after all of this if it ended. And that thought immediately sent him into another state.

Fear.

He was scared. Even if they succeeded in the end, his future didn’t look bright. He ended the one thing that kept him going, kept him hopeful, because he was a fool that always had to do what was right. If he could seize that moment again, he would choose to be selfish and bring her with them. That way he wouldn’t be alone.

That was the reason he couldn’t stop staring at them each and every time. Because he wanted that.

He wished it was him.

At the same time, he felt extremely guilty about the whole thing. He made them worry when they should simply be enjoying themselves and this new phase in their relationship. He made them worry because he dragged them to the middle of nowhere, in the midst of a chaotic war. Ron and Hermione might not come out of this alive, either one of them or both, and now the relationship they just began exploring could be taken away in an instant. Instead of being happy and hopeful for a future for both of them, he felt contempt at their sight, wanting them to be apart again and silently struggling through their unresolved tension. He was a piece of shit. He didn’t deserve the love he was given, the friends he had. He didn’t deserve the life he was given.

After Hermione removed Ron’s shirt and he did the same to her, Harry quietly slipped away out of the tent, putting up a silencing charm on the entrance. He wondered how far they’d go this time, and hoped they enjoyed it the whole way through.

Harry just stood there looking at the sky above the trees, knowing what he wanted to do. What he deserved after all.

All seemed well. But all wasn’t well.

One thought passed by Harry’s mind right before he uttered one single thing. I regret everything…

“Voldemort”

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Weasley is Our... Emperor?

This drabble came about from my HC that whenever Ron has a sudden idea he wants to try for fun, Rose and Hugo just go with it, while Hermione remains bewildered by the whole thing. This also ties into another drabble of mine, "My Big Clumsy Knight", as one of the activities Ron and Rose engaged in together.

(Also, I wanted an excuse to use what little Latin I know from self-studying. XD The translations are a bit literal to preserve the meaning better)

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It had all started innocently enough. One little greeting here and there, a small exchange between the three of them, or a question about the use of some particular word.

Hermione hadn’t found a cause of concern at that point. She was used to Ron gaining spontaneous interest in something and having the kids go along with him on it for fun. Besides, as she was a lover of learning, it felt immensely gratifying to see her husband teaching their children a foreign language, especially one that was ever-present in their magic.

Then, during dinner one evening, she noticed them donning some unusual garments. Ron had a purple toga draped over his body. He also had a cloak covering one shoulder and a leaf crown on his head. Rose and Hugo had matching tunics and strange-looking necklaces. Hermione was having trouble concentrating on her meal because she couldn’t take her eyes off of them.

“Potesne mihi salem admovēre, fīliā?” Ron asked, pointing to the salt next to Rose, who promptly passed it to him. (A/N: Can you pass me the salt, daughter?)

“Pater, possumusne crās tabernam patruī Geōrgī adīre?” Hugo asked excitedly as Ron chuckled and nodded to whatever he’d said. (A/N: Father, can we go to Uncle George’s shop tomorrow?)

After that, conversation ceased and the three of them finished their meals as if it was an ordinary Sunday evening.

Okay, so I married Luno Lovegood and, for what I see, now my family are all wannabe Romans. And, somehow, they also speak the language. But, I’m sure Ron won’t get more over-the-top than this.

That night, Hermione went to sleep sure that things couldn’t possibly escalate further.

The final straw came after a long day at work when Hermione returned to find the living room turned into a small arena. The floor was covered in sand and there was a tall row of stone seats at the other end where, in the centre, she could see Ron sitting on a special podium. Before him, stood Rose and Hugo, wearing armours much too big for them and brandishing little toy swords. Hermione would’ve thought it adorable if not for how weirded out she was by the whole scene.

“Avē Imperātor, moritūrī tē salūtant!” The kids bellowed in unison, raising their swords towards Ron, who pointed at them, replying, “Aut nōn.” (A/N: This is a well-known exchange quoted by Suetonius in “De vita Caesarum”)

They continued roleplaying, unaware of Hermione’s presence, as she slowly backed away towards the door.

Maybe Harry and Ginny won’t mind me staying there for the night... or the week… perhaps a year.

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The Broken Side of a Flaming Soul

As he walked through the school corridors, Harry Potter decided he had enough. His best friend was being completely unreasonable about this, and he couldn't stand to see him lose a chance to finally admit to himself what the whole House could already see.

The Yule Ball was just around the corner, and everyone was already running around like headless chickens trying to find a date. After being shot down by Cho Chang, Harry had recovered fast and, after making sure Ron was ok with it, he was going with Ginny. On the other hand, Ron had resigned himself to not going, not even bothering to try and find another date after his embarrassing invitation to Fleur Delacour that'd been made in a sudden stupor caused by her Veela powers.

When asked, Ron would just shrug and answer, "there isn't anyone that catches my eye, mate", forcing a chuckle in the hopes he'd drop the subject. Harry did, but he could see straight through that lie. He knew the real reason Ron wouldn't ask anyone else; he already had someone in mind.

And that someone happened to be their best friend, Hermione Granger.

Everyone that knew these two, or had witnessed their interactions all these years could already tell they were made for each other. The only problem was that they couldn't see it, apparently.

Harry first noticed in 3rd year, after that Hogsmeade trip they spent without him. They came back giggling at each other, and blushing whenever they happened to catch the other glancing in their direction. Their hands almost touched, their fingers twitching a little. From that day on, they'd keep this behaviour when they were in the common room doing homework, even around Harry. Without noticing, Ron would sit a bit closer than usual to Hermione and their elbows would end up bumping at some point, which would make their cheeks turn pink. They would continue to stare holes through their parchment before Ron would distance himself a bit, repeating the cycle until it was time to call it a night. Hermione would then rush upstairs faster than a Snitch after muttering a good night to Ron (and only Ron).

Then the Crookshanks and Scabbers fight happened, and Harry was seriously worried they would just call it quits on their friendship entirely. Thankfully, that argument was solved rather amiably, and the two resumed their awkward relationship soon after.

So, when the Yule Ball was announced, Harry thought that it would be the chance for them to finally get their feelings out in the open after a glorious romantic night. But alas, Ron was being his pigheaded self, and simply refused to ask Hermione as his date on account of his dress robes being horrible. "Why even bother going?" he'd grumble.

Harry thought that was rubbish, honestly. Why would Hermione care what Ron wore for the Ball? He knew that Hermione wasn't superficial like that, so, surely Ron had to know. There had to be some other reason he wasn't telling him about, and Harry was going to get it out of him today. And make sure Hermione heard it as well.

Harry had to suppress a grin as he thought back to his brilliant plan to get the two together at last. One day he pulled Ginny aside in the common room and asked her for a favor. She listened intently and, as he went on, the grin on her face kept growing and growing. He was glad Ron and Hermione hadn't noticed him slip away, as they were too busy with their awkward "elbow bumping" homework routine to pay him any mind.

Finally, Harry's feet had dragged him to the library entrance as he shook himself from his thoughts and went in, already knowing the table he was looking for. He made a beeline for one near the back, separated by a bookshelf from the farthest one, where he knew a certain bushy-haired witch sat everytime.

Ron was already there waiting for him, with a book opened up as he leaned an elbow on the table and rested his head on his hand. Harry was surprised to see Ron actually reading a book that didn't involve Quidditch, though he was definitely just pretending to read as he waited; Ron didn't read, that was Hermione's thing!

Harry quickly sat down as Ron finally looked up and fixed him with an unreadable expression. Harry grinned, hoping to lighten the conversation a bit before questioning his friend. Ron attempted to fake read again, but Harry wasn't going to let him avoid talking this time, so he pulled away the book.

"C'mon, mate, stop pretending to be interested in this. You're gonna talk to me." Harry took a look at the cover and snorted, "Immediate Transfiguration. Mate, you seriously expect me to believe you were willingly reading up on homework?" Ron snatched back the book and upon noticing his expression, Harry stopped laughing. Ron's face was set in a deep frown, gripping the book hard, and Harry noticed his lower lip tremble slightly before he bit it and stared a hole through the cover.

Suddenly, the air around them seemed very thick and tense, almost cold, as Harry glanced at his friend, stunned by the sudden shift in mood. That was, until Ron spoke in an unusually weak voice for him, which startled Harry.

"Yes, I was reading this book for real. Figured I could finally follow Hermione's advice and try to learn something to make myself worthwhile in class, saving McGonagall the stress and disappointment. But judging by your reaction, I guess I'm too much of a joke at this point to be smart in any way. I should've left it to Hermione. It's her thing." He spat the last two words venomously, further scaring Harry.

What happened? This didn't sound like Ron at all. Harry was seriously expecting Ron to look at him, laugh at his face and tell him he had gotten him good. But Ron kept looking at the book, and his hands had started shaking slightly.

Harry was about to break the uncomfortable silence when Ron spoke first.

"Harry, I know why you called me here, ok? So, let's get right to it so I can go back to our dorm and hide myself in there for the rest of today." His tone sounded detached, as if he had been rehearsing these lines in his head as he sat there waiting.

"Ron, I'm sor-"

"Forget it."

"No, lis-"

"Drop it." Even though Harry had said these same words to Ron when he tried apologizing to him after the First Task, the way Ron said them wasn't the firm, yet friendly, way in which Harry did. This time they were icy, as if Ron wasn't even going to accept his apology.

Deciding to just head on straight to the point, Harry asked, "Why won't you take Hermione to the Ball with you? Don't even try to say it's those dress robes, I know that's rubbish." He tried cracking a smile but his lips just kept a straight line on his face as he waited for Ron's answer. This whole thing just seemed silly now, and Harry desperately wished he could change Ron's mood somehow. This wasn't going as planned at all.

"You want the truth, then?" Ron's voice now sounded completely normal all of a sudden, as if he wasn't dreading the answer at all, something that immediately caused Harry's stomach to turn uneasily, nervous about what Ron would say.

Harry just nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment, and waited with bated breath as Ron sighed and sunk lower in his chair. He was still half expecting Ron to tell him it was the ultimate prank on him; for Fred and George to come out from under the table and join Ron in laughing at his expense.

What he heard instead made his heart sink.

"Ok, I'll give you the truth. The truth is, I'm not going to bother with something I know won't work. I won't allow myself to go to that Ball in those dreadful robes that'll make me look like a clown in front of the whole school, just so I can fool myself into thinking Hermione and I will have a great night that'll end with us declaring our love for each other. Because that won't happen, outside of my wildest dreams. I know Hermione doesn't feel the same way and I can live with that, although I'm not fucking okay with it. But who am I to say if it's okay or not? I can't be the selfish git trying to dictate who she should or shouldn't like."

He paused to look towards the ceiling as if bracing himself for the next part, before taking a deep breath and continuing.

"Hermione deserves to go to the Ball with someone that can give her a great night and a promise of something more, someone like, I don't know, Krum. Rich, famous, talented, and everything a girl wants for her future. I'll be bloody jealous, really, when I see her waltzing in with Krum or any bloke, for that matter, but that's just stupid. Being jealous of someone you aren't even dating is already low, and being jealous of someone who you don't even have a chance with is bloody pathetic. Really, who would take me? Poor, ugly, rude, vulgar, stupid, clumsy…"

Ron looked at Harry for the first time since he started speaking, and let out a mirthless chuckle at Harry's shocked expression. "I'm surprised Hermione and I are even friends; that she puts up with me when she can rattle off a list of all that's wrong with me, which just further proves I'm hopeless and I don't have a single worthwhile thing about me."

Harry was already feeling sick from everything he had heard. He tried to stop Ron from going on, but Ron just raised his hand and fixed him with a stern look, effectively silencing him, and resumed speaking.

"You are Harry Potter, enough said. I know you don't ask for the attention, but you're headed to greatness, mate. Your path has been set. Hermione is… do I even need to say it? She's brilliant, the smartest witch of her age and all that, and she's gonna rule the world one day. Even if I don't agree with how she goes about things sometimes, that whole S.P.E.W. thing shows she wants to bring a positive change to the world and she'll do that someday. Heck, even Ginny will do great one day, I just know it. Don't tell her I said that, though."

"Then there's me, honestly, can you point out a single thing you can say I'm good at? And, I don't want to hear you say things like "you're brave, you're funny, you're kind". No, I want actual talent for something." Ron stopped talking then to look quizzically at Harry, but by the time he realized he was supposed to answer, it was too late and Ron blurted out, "See? Nothing. None of the subjects here, nothing in these books, I'm not good at a single damn thing that at least 10 other wizards can't do better. I guess there's chess, but no one has ever taken that as something serious from me. It's just a game, anyway, not a career potential."

"So, I guess what I'm trying to say is, what people have been wondering all this time in the corridors is true. Why am I your friend, Harry? Why do you let me hang around you? Is it because I'm a joke, and it's funny to see me fail? Is it because you pity me, knowing no one else would have me? You can just, let me go, mate, don't let me keep dragging you down and distracting you from schoolwork. Merlin knows I can't even write in a legible enough way, so don't let yourself get dumbed down by me. One day, you're both going to realize I'm just deadweight anyway, so, just let me go. It'll make it easier for me to be alone and not have to constantly live in your shadows."

The silence that accompanied this speech would have been deafening, had Harry's ears not already been thundering with a million things in his mind that were just waiting to burst from his mouth in response to his friend. But Harry couldn't speak, he was quite literally stunned into silence by the slap that was felt by all of his friend's words.

Ron finally heaved a giant sigh before standing up, looking down to avoid Harry's gaze as he quickly muttered, "Put the book back on the shelf for me before you go, please", then promptly rushed out of the library.

Harry didn't move though, he literally couldn't. His whole body felt numb, aside from his heart, which was now clenching painfully in his chest.

Harry wondered what had happened to Ron. But there was nothing new. Ron had simply shown his vulnerable side. A side of him Harry had failed to notice before.

He heard a sob from behind the bookshelf, and a wave of guilt immediately came crashing down.

"What have you done?"

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My Big Clumsy Knight

CW: Character death / Death of a loved one / Grief

One of my earliest memories of him is seeing his teary-eyed smiling face as he held me as a baby. The adoration that shone in those cobalt irises told me I was loved long before I was brought into this world.

The way I could make him cry so many tears of joy just from smiling in that silly way all babies do. How he would caress my hair gently and pepper my face with little kisses letting me know he treasured me more than anything.

I took my first steps in front of him. He looked so proud, clapping his hands animatedly to spur me on, growing more and more excited the closer I got to his waiting embrace. He held me high and told me I had made him the happiest he had ever been, with my only response being that single word he loved to hear me say each and every time.

Daddy.

Every birthday felt more special than the last. He would gather everyone he could to help make sure that it was the best day ever. We would dance and sing in a way that was just ours. He told me I was his princess. I told him he was my big clumsy knight. He gave me that laugh that was so contagious I couldn't help but follow along, and told me that he loved me. I never got sick of hearing him say it.

We would try out every new idea he had to make our days fun. We would dress up; roleplay a lot of adventures; learn a new language; invent a new way of speaking to make our conversations top secret; play pranks on others; write stories; doodle our family and friends in all sorts of scenarios; test jokes on family gatherings.

There were days he would honor his "clumsy" title. He would stumble, fall and then look totally embarrassed by his fumbling. I would always give him a hug to reassure him that everything we did was still perfect because it was with him, and I loved him.

Then one day, I was sent to Hogwarts, which meant I couldn't see him as much. But we always managed to owl each other whenever we could to come up with all the crazy things we would do once we were together again.

I knew even before going to Hogwarts that he was a big deal in the wizarding world, war hero status and all. But that never mattered to me and I never let that change who I was or took advantage of that. To me, he was my big clumsy knight and I wouldn't have him any other way.

He came back to working with Uncle George after I left for school, and whenever there was a Hogsmeade trip he would bring me a new product they had invented and were about to start selling, telling me I was their number one customer. I loved seeing his creativity in every single one of those inventions and kept them near to my heart.

The holidays meant time for new ideas to be explored and new experiments to be done. We learned to play guitar together, and he tried showing me a piece on the piano. He wasn't very good - told me the last time he tried it was before he and Mum were even together - but it was still music to my ears. He could make even a barely decent performance sound fun and engaging.

Years passed. We got older, but we never lost the drive for the fun times together. I graduated, got a boyfriend - Dad didn't like him much at first, but he came around eventually - and began making my way through adult life. I got a job and a place to live. My boyfriend proposed to me in an unnecessarily elaborate way, but it was perfect all the same.

My wedding is a day I can still recount vividly. Daddy couldn't take his eyes off of me, and he was trying so hard not to cry that it would almost be funny if my own eyes weren't completely blurred by tears. He walked me down the aisle, placed my hand on my husband's and told him to take good care of his princess. I told him he would still forever be my knight. My big clumsy knight, he finished for me with that infectious chuckle. The dance we shared later that night was so magical, I wish it had never ended. He held me close with the same graceful gentleness of the man who first had me in his arms two decades ago.

I started a family. He loved them just as much as he did me. We engaged them in our fun times and showed them all of the whimsical journeys we partook in years prior. Even after almost six decades of life, he still moved and breathed like a man in his prime.

But nearing his 80 years, we started to see the signs of frailty that signified that he'd perhaps leave us sooner than expected. At family gatherings, he no longer ran around the way he did with me, but instead his movements were weak, more patient. Seeing a man once so full of life become so fragile was a kind of pain that was hard to process.

We visited him even more frequently, his smile never faltering each time we came through the fireplace, but his eyes were tired and slowly emptying. He could still tell his grandchildren all kinds of stories and anecdotes about his life, as far back as his childhood, but now his voice was quiet and slow, with a distinct rasp. Mum looked so exhausted and the trails left by tears were evident on her face.

On his last day with us, I hugged him tighter than usual, being careful still, while he told me it was okay to let it all out. I cried the hardest I’ve ever cried while he caressed my hair the same as when I was just a baby. We played out one last tale, him as my knight and me as his princess. He kissed my forehead and told me he would be watching over me every day.

He passed away peacefully in his sleep at 81 years of age, just a month shy of my wedding anniversary. Mum found him later with a final smile etched upon his face. Seeing that coffin slowly descend into the ground was one of the hardest images that have imprinted themselves into my memory.

It's now been five years since he's been gone and I miss him every single day of my life. We visit his resting place every year and I can see Mum thinking when it's gonna be her time.

I take comfort knowing that wherever he is, I know one day we'll be reunited. He'll stumble and fall and look embarrassed by his fumbling. And I'll be there to hug him tight and tell him all is well because I love him so much. My big clumsy knight.

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All I Do Is For You

"Just one drink."

Ron Weasley was not having the evening he had planned out. He had gotten home earlier today, surprising his wife Hermione, excited to deliver her the news of his recent resignation from the Auror Corps. With his wife now pregnant, Ron thought it would be good to settle down into a less life-threatening job, so he had asked George if the offer to come work with him still stood. George had told him he could start as soon as the month was over, which left Ron at least two more weeks to resign from his post in the Auror office and meet up with his brother at the shop to discuss business.

Harry had, of course, expressed his sadness over the news, no longer having his friend as his partner, but he understood Ron's reasons entirely and reassured him of his support, wishing Ron luck in whatever new endeavors he decided to pursue in this new chapter of his life. Leaving Harry had been the toughest part of this decision, but Ron was absolutely sure of what he wanted, and that was a future with Hermione and their kids with a stable job to provide for them without worrying them sick if he was going to get back home everyday.

He arrived home with the biggest grin plastered on his face, almost bursting into the living room to wrap Hermione into a hug and twirl her around as he told her of his plans. The grin fell off his face as soon as he started rambling excitedly, and realized she wasn't grinning back. Instead, she was frowning deeper and deeper as he went on, looking at him disapprovingly, which Ron had to admit hurt a bit; he felt like he was back at Hogwarts, having told her he forgot to finish his essay with that sheepish smile he knew would get her to help him out.

But the words that came out of her mouth were even worse.

"You can't do that, Ron!" she exclaimed heatedly in that familiar bossy tone.

Ron was not expecting this reaction at all, and it took a moment to register what she had just said, but when he did, all he felt was confusion. It didn't help that his temper had started to rise.

"And why is that?" his voice already had a dangerous edge to it, as he tried reigning in his growing anger he knew would cause a massive blow up.

"You shouldn't make a decision like that just because of me!" she shrieked louder, clearly not trying to control her own temper. Ron knew it wouldn't be good for her or the baby if this situation got too heated, so he needed to try and calm her down.

"What do you mean?" he attempted to keep his voice neutral, only succeeding in hiding his irritation a little bit, but it didn't matter because Hermione seemed to be making no effort to avoid rowing with him.

"You should've consulted me first!" her words pierced him deep, and not just in volume, but the weight of their implication.

You should've consulted me first. Why? He was a grown man, capable of making his own damn decisions! Clearly, she didn't think so, if she thought he had to go to her every time he wanted to take a new step in his life. He thought she had seen him maturing, had seen the responsible individual he had become in all of their years since Hogwarts. They had been married for nearly six years now for Merlin's sake, and he was still being treated like a stupid toddler! All he wanted was to surprise her with a bit of news that should've sent her over the moon in elation; he was doing this for her and their baby. She should've been proud, not hacked off, snapping at him.

He couldn't take this anymore, he needed to get away before he said something he'd really regret.

"Consulted you first? Hermione, I-" he cut himself off before blowing out a large breath, rubbing his hair and his face in exasperation.

"I just th-"

He didn't let her finish. Instead, he quickly turned towards the entrance and told her hurriedly that he needed to be alone for a bit and promised her he would come back before their usual bedtime.

And that's how he now found himself in a little muggle pub in London, a distance away from the Leaky Cauldron. He knew Hermione wouldn't think to look for him here, and since she was pregnant, fast wizarding travel wouldn't be an option, so it would be a while before he was found. All the more time for him to blow off steam and sort out his emotions to confront her in a more level-headed way later.

He was finally served his drink, and was about to down it when a voice from behind made his body tense up.

"Ron?"

He slowly put the glass down before sighing, finally turning towards the source of the voice he'd recognize anywhere.

"Hey." His tone indicated he was still holding on to his previous irritation. But then he noticed her puffy red eyes, which meant she had been crying for a while now, and immediately all of his previous anger and annoyance melted away as he took two long strides, engulfing her in a comforting hug, She continued to sob on his chest.

"Shh, it's okay, it's okay, love." He attempted to soothe her by caressing her hair and back in that practiced manner he got from years of unwinding her. No matter how hacked off he may have been with her before, he never wanted to see her cry, especially if he was the cause, which was just ten times worse.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry, darling." She started to calm down a bit, her sobs subsiding, but she still struggled to get the words out through her hiccups.

"Love, it's okay, really."

"No, Ron, it's not okay, please don't downplay this now just because I'm a sobbing mess. I'm sorry for how I handled all of this. You have to know that I'm very very proud of you, and I'm happy beyond words for your decision, truly, I totally support you." He could tell she was trying to keep her voice steady, though it still came out a little shaky.

He gulped, knowing that there was a "but" in somewhere in there. "I believe you. I do," he breathed in and closed his eyes, cursing himself for sounding so pathetic. "So why did you react like that, then?" Ron tried not to let the hurt resurface, but he couldn't help it.

"Because…" He felt her pull away to lift her head from his chest, and he opened his eyes meeting her gaze. "Because I didn't want to feel like I was forcing you to make a decision you didn't want to just to make me happy." Her lower lip trembled and another tear escaped, trailing down her left cheek as Ron raised his right thumb to wipe it away before cupping her cheeks, which just made Hermione tear up more.

"Hermione, I'd never do such a thing, I can promise you that. I won't ever feel pressured into doing anything I'm not comfortable with. This decision came to me because I want to start a safer job for our family." As he said this, he moved one hand to her belly. “One that won't leave you and our kids worrying for me every day. It had nothing to do with me feeling forced to resign so you would be happier."

She was speaking very shyly now, as if she was embarrassed for being so emotional before. "It's just that you always said you wanted to be a part of the Aurors and you seemed so content with that, so I felt guilty for wanting you to have a less risking job. When you came home earlier so excited about it, I felt so overwhelmed by everything that it just came out all wrong when I tried explaining myself. I take back everything I said. You shouldn't have had to consult me for that. You're not a child, you're completely responsible for decisions such as this and I totally understand that."

"And you know I already forgave you," he offered her a smile that she returned. "I'm sorry, too, for leaving like I did, I shouldn't have done that." He looked away and tried not to think back to that time — he had already let that guilt go and both Hermione and Harry had forgiven him long before that.

She nudged his face to look back at her before speaking in a soft tone, "You don't need to be sorry for that. You did the right thing. Sometimes it gets to be too much and you need to step away and let your mind cool down a bit before you end up saying or doing something you'll regret. As long as you come back, I won't ever hold it against you."

Fuck, he loved this woman. She always knew just when to say the right thing to make him feel instantly better. He lowered his lips gently to hers as he tried to convey just how much he felt for her even after all their years together; he knew those feelings would never change.

She reluctantly pulled away as she whispered, "Let's go home," her voice laced with want.

He nodded, before remembering what he meant to ask her from the beginning, "How did you find me, by the way?"

She blushed then, like a kid caught with their hand on the cookie jar, before muttering, "I knew you wouldn't be in any places I was already familiar with, so I flooed George to ask if he knew where you might've gone, and he told me you came in here with him shortly after the war to talk about Fred. I jotted down the address and headed to Diagon Alley so I could get here through the Leaky and then took a taxi."

She was brilliant, and he told her so for only the umpteenth time, watching as she smiled in that way she did after a compliment to her intellect.

"Let's head home then, so we can dance to those Beedles you love playing on the radio." He gave her his trademarked lopsided grin that he knew left her feeling all hot and bothered.

"The Beatles, Ronald, honestly!" she exclaimed in a tone of mock indignation, but couldn't help cracking a small smile from the corner of her mouth.

"You know I love to rile you up." He winked to convey to her he knew exactly what the correct name was.

"Oh, yeah? Well, two can play that game," she bit her lip while grinning, something she knew very well left him wanting her immediately.

"Hermione…" He all but groaned her name, his body already responding to her.

"Yes, darling?" Her seductive tone paired with that endearment she knew drove him crazy was making it very hard for him to control himself out in the streets.

"C'mere," He growled, already stepping closer to her.

She shook her head and started backing away still biting her lip and giggling, clearly having way too much fun torturing him like that.

He wasn't having it, though. He grabbed her, making sure to be gentle, and started carrying her bridal style.

"Ronald! Put me down this instant! You're going in the wrong direction!" She tried sounding reprimanding through her fit of laughter but all it did was make him walk faster.

"Nope, we are heading to an inn nearby, because I'm not waiting to get home to have you. You've been very naughty, Mrs. Weasley." He knew she loved when he did his version of the "McGonagall voice."

"Oh, is that so? Then I suppose you will hand me a punishment?" She slid into the role of innocent student very well, even now.

He dipped his head to whisper in her ear, "It ain't a punishment if you enjoy it, huh?" Feeling her shiver at his tone made him want her even more urgently.

Before they entered the inn, he said, "You were actually right about one thing, love."

"Oh?"

"I was content with being an Auror. But I'm truly happy just being with you, no matter what my career might be. All I do is for you."

And he meant every word.

As Hermione beamed at him, already tearing up once again, she captured his lips in a heated kiss. Ron considered how incredibly lucky he was. He had survived a bloody war, went through so much heartbreak and grief, but now had a whole new journey ahead of him about to begin with the love of his life by his side for the whole ride. Because it never truly ends until it's all over.

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