#hermione grander

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harry potter and the azkaban prisoner ; simple lockscreens

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#maju #harry potter and the azkaban prisoner #harry potter and the azkaban prisoner lockscreen #harry potter and the azkaban prisoner lockscreens #harry potter and the azkaban prisoner edit #harry potter and the azkaban prisoner edits #harry potter and the azkaban prisoner wallpaper #harry potter and the azkaban prisoner wallpapers #rony #ronald weasley #ron weasley #hermione #hermione grander #harry potter #harry #hagrid #rubeus hagrid #draco malfoy #draco #severo snape #snape #crab #goyle #pensy

[oxydiane]

goblet of fire really feeds into my harry and hermione gossip about their boy crushes together agenda

#that whole scene where hermione is talking about how krum is ‘the more physical type’ and harry almost giggles and he’s like alriiiight #you cannot convince me he was not giggling and twirling his hair talking about cedric #he can’t talk abt his stuff to ron bcs if he went to him saying omg cedric told me to take a hot bath in the prefects bathroom ron would go #‘he thinks you stink?????’ #can somebody write a fanfiction i need it so bad #harry potter #hermione grander #cedric diggory #ron weasley #hedric #cedric x harry #goblet of fire

[mandofury]

For the ask game <333

1. who is/are your comfort character(s)? (I have an idea but I wanna hear you talk about them hehe ;)

2. lighter or matches?

3. do you leave the window open at night?

4. which cryptyd being do you believe in?

29. how do you like your shower water?

34. Is there a song you know every word to by heart?

I hope you are well. I love very much💜💕

Hello lovely and thank you so much for the ask 🖤

1. I have many lol. They would definitely have to be Steven, Marc, Jake, Din, Cobb, Ahsoka, and Bucky. I'll stop here but they've been characters that I feel a deep connection to and they've helped me a lot

2. I much prefer lighters, to me they're easier to use and I like the sound it makes when you use it

3. I used to actually but not anymore. I loved having the window open during summer nights, it was nice

4. The Loch Ness Monster, Kraken, and any water/sea based cryptyd. Especially the ocean cause there's still so much we still need to explore and I wouldn't be surprised if there's cryptyd hanging around down there. I do love learning about all cryptyds though

29. I like it warm but if my back is sore I'd definitely go for a nice hot shower

34. Oh definitely, that song would have to be "Carry On Wayward Son" by Kansas. Fun fact: I actually signed this song in my ASL class when I was in highschool

I am thank you! I hope you're doing well too darling and I love you very much as well 🖤💕

#ask #ask game #lovely ask #hermione grander #🖤🖤🖤

[aphroditelovesu]

Hello how are you ? I've seen you receive match requests. If you don't mind, can you do it for me? Honestly, I couldn't decide which characters to choose. I wonder if a match is possible with all possible characters? If not, I want a match for other Hotd/Got/Harry Potter characters.If you have characters you want to add, it would be fun for me.

I am 1.75 tall (5'8 inch) ,brown eyes, curly dark brown and short hair (up to my shoulders), chubby and white skin. I am 23 years old and I am a Gemini. infp. I'm from Ravenclaw building according to WW test. Most of the time I'm heterosexual, but occasionally I think I'm homesexual. I love writing stories, reading, digital drawing, watching movies and listening to music. I am interested in witchcraft, parapsychology, herbs and crystals. I love animals. (😅 except for the ones I'm afraid of.) I have an understanding, gentle and caring nature. I'm not belligerent. But it's only when my patience runs out. I'm too devoted and I can't say no. I feel that sometimes people really don't understand or don't want to understand me. I am emotional. I am eager to help everyone, but I do not have the courage to ask for help for myself.

Of course. I've chosen two that I think match your description, but if you disagree, let me know what you think: I ship you Hermione Granger and Jon Snow/Aegon Targaryen.

Hermione Granger is a protective friend and even more as your girlfriend. She adores you and your personality, although she was shy to make advances on you, she approached after discovering that the two of you have mutual interests, like studying Hogwarts, writing, reading and animals, maybe you'll like Crookshanks. One of Hermione's favorite traits is her intelligence and her kindness, but her kindness can also annoy her. She hates the fact that you always go out of your way to help others, often because of her own jealousy and insecurity, but also because she thinks those people don't deserve her kindness. Only she knows how to appreciate you. Hermione loves studying with you and takes advantage of these moments to get your full attention, whether laying her head on your shoulder or just a few kisses and subtle caresses. She's not the clingy type, but she can become a little bit after falling in love with you.

She's so protective of you that it's cute even if it's disturbing at times.

Jon Snow is the most loving man you will ever meet in your entire life. And his love, which has been suppressed for years, is fully poured out on you. Jon can and will feel insecure about you, he's afraid that he doesn't deserve you, that he, being a bastard, doesn't deserve someone as amazing and perfect as you. He feels unworthy and this is dangerous as once jealousy and anger take over Snow's mind he will become paranoid and overprotective of you. He doesn't have bad intentions but he is very passionate and doesn't want to be abandoned, he loves you so much he doesn't want anything bad to happen to you and it won't, not while he's alive. Jon will absolutely adore you and he will be very happy if you read to him, the sound of his voice calms him down and he can even purr like a cat if you pet him. Ghost would definitely like you too, which would make Jon very happy. You are a little taller than him and it doesn't bother him, he thinks it's cute and loves to fit in his arms. You are perfect in his eyes, his goodness is bestowed, and he won't let anyone ruin that trait in you.

Love this man and never leave him, please. If you leave him, bad things can happen.

#ask #yandere harry potter #yandere hermione granger #yandere hermione grander x reader #yandere game of thrones #yandere got #yandere jon snow #yandere jon snow x reader #yandere game #match game #yandere concept #concept #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf

[overheard-at-star-command]

Mira: Buzz, what's wrong?

Buzz: Commander Nebula yelled at me earlier.

Buzz: Apparently I'm "impulsive" and "irresponsible" and "Lightyear"

Buzz: That last one was just my name but you should've heard the way he said it.

#commander nebula #i really wonder what buzz did #starcommand!buzz #blosc incorrect quotes #source: @hermione-grander

[spxllcxstxr]

I have decided to start writing for Harry Potter lightning era characters because for some reason I’m out here really in the mood for Hogwarts lmao

Requests are open, just please read my requesting rules for what characters I’m writing (it’s most of them but please still check to make sure lmao)

#Hogwarts fixation time ✨✨✨ #Harry Potter #Harry Potter x reader #George Weasley x reader #Fred Weasley x reader #Hermione grander x reader #Cedric Diggory x reader

[pinktom]

What do you think pink about tomarry content creators getting abusive tomione asks suddenly? First obsidian, then I saw one more account getting and now seminar arts. Is it only one person doing all this?

Btw my jaw dropped with your no filter answer where you said that whenever harry comes the chemistry between to marry best tomione 🤣. I would love to hear more of your no filter thoughts

I have no doubt those asks were sent by trolls. I, however, am simply a hater—I see an opportunity to hate, justified or not, I pounce. x]

In ascending order, here are the reasons I think Tomione sucks.

PS: If you know this post is gonna piss you off and press "Keep Reading" anyway - that is entirely on you. Send me anon hate and I'll assume you're a masochist who wants me to spank your pert, round hinie and call you a naughty, naughty girl.

“Book nerd loves book nerd uwu” trope does not fit Tom Riddle, and I find it obnoxious.

Like I touched on when I was first sipping on that haterade, Tom Riddle values usefulness. By this logic, you could easily contrive up a scenario in which he wants to use Hermione’s skills for whatever reason. 

However, the route that is usually taken in Tomione is that Tom is … impressed … by her intellect. A woman… who is… smart? He’s intrigued. 😏 He’s never once met a smart woman in his life before. And certainly not one so independent and feisty. She doesn’t swoon over him like the other girls do (eye roll).

I never got the impression anywhere in canon that Tom Riddle cared much about intellectual pursuits beyond those which were immediately useful to his goals, so for the very basis of a relationship to be his interest in her brains – to me, it’s tedious and off-base.

And also icky honestly lkjdflkj. Hermione’s two crushes are on a couple of stinky smelly boys (Krum, Ron), where the hell do you go off acting like she wants some mysterious, twisted dark boy? I’m offended. 

Absolutely zero chemistry; once Harry steps in, it’s game over

Because these characters lack any common ground, shared values, or compelling circumstances that tether them together, there is zero chemistry. You can try to fabricate those things with a little bit of crack!cocaine, but then you’re forced to contrive a lot of additional personality traits and circumstances that diverge them from their canon selves. (Which yes, you can do, but it only works if you’re gonna do something really interesting.)

As much as people like to har har about how canon doesn’t matter, here’s the truth: yes, it does. Our communities only exist because we’re referencing shared source material. However much you can bend characters around, everyone knows each character has an essence that just “feels like them” on a deeper human level. 

As such, we all know Tom Riddle and Harry Potter are intrinsically connected to each other. In Tomione this presents a conundrum. I could cite dozens of fics, but I’ll stick to two very well-written ones I enjoyed.

In one of them, Tom was a criminal and Harry was a detective on his tail; no matter how many times Tom fingered Hermione, he was always more entangled with Harry, because the stakes and intensity between them were so much grander. Same thing with the other fic but amplified by the Horcrux bond. At their very first encounter, when Tom and Harry laid eyes on each other, they both immediately felt an arresting connection, with distrust and intrigue. Hermione instantly paled in comparison in both stories.

It’s just like the moment Harry steps into the frame, you see how transparent and superficial the “commonalities” between Tom and Hermione ever are. Books and cleverness - oh but Harry, there are more important things! Like being spiritually linked! And sharing unique and intimate traumas in common! 

Heterosexual Tom is truly disgusting to read about

Look–it’s a matter of taste. We’re all products of our environments. For me, no amount of feminism or fantasy can overrule everything I’ve seen and experienced in my life. ( ಠ_ಠ )

I don’t enjoy reading about women in relationships with men who are controlling, violent, and selfish. Even the way Voldemort treats Bellatrix in canon always makes me wince, because I see it like this … here’s this girl who grew up proud; who was beautiful, rich, extremely gifted and powerful; and she turns into this horrible sniveling creature. Say it ain't so! I wish she'd killed him when he broke her ass out of Azkaban.

But back on the topic of Tomione specifically — I think there’s another layer to it, which is the greasy self-insertion aspect which makes me uncomfortably aware of how much the author’s ginie is tingling at the idea of Tom Riddle lifting a brow and saying, “Is that so, Miss Granger?” while she scowls and tells him to fuck off !!!

It’s of course not the self-insertion in itself that’s icky. It’s more just that the type of person who wants to self-insert into that particular heterosexual scenario is, uhh, too basic for me and my big powerful fujo brain.

And I guess that's gets me to the very core of why I find Tomione basic, trifling, and underwhelming. 

Tom Riddle is allowed no faults whatsoever in Tomione

Oh, sure. He’s controlling. He’s mean. He grabs her wrist and says, “What were you doing talking to Malfoy?” 😠

But so... ? Tom Riddle is a deeply embarrassing, mentally unwell trainwreck of a person. He's so much grosser than that. Yet you do not get that feeling at all in most Tomione fics. His worst character traits are often there but they’re made to seem sexy and flattering at all times.

I’m not saying your run-of-the-mill Tomarry fic doesn’t suffer this fatal flaw too—but when it comes down to it, Tomione doesn’t allow for his unsexy fallibility, period. Because the sexiness of the ship really depends on heteronormative romantic tropes and fantasies, which tend to be quite rigid and narrow. 

And I understand and empathize with why this is; just look at Reddit, so many women in heterosexual relationships already must put up with mortifying, embarrassing, and unhygienic things (y’all know which posts I mean 🙁). 

That’s just not what I’m here for. I love Tom Riddle because he’s a superficial narcissistic lunatic with no self-awareness and emotionally stunted outlook.

I don’t want to hear how he terrified the orphans if I’m not gonna hear about how he pissed the bed and got his bare ass whipped by a mean, toothless matron for chatting in sermon. I don’t care to see him bossing around those wimps at Hogwarts if there’s not at least one student who looks at “ENEMIES OF THE HEIR BEWARE” written in blood and feels tummy-churning secondhand embarrassment.

#tom #server #asks #offensive content #anti tomione #shipping wars

[sailtomarina]

Convincing Granger (No Books Required)

“Let it be known that my family library is far grander and full of more priceless works than the Hogwarts Library.”

They sat at her favorite table in the back of the library in question, one that overlooked the Black Lake and was mostly hidden from view unless a wandering student was in particular need of texts on medieval farming methods or theoretical applications of marshland fungi.

Hermione had been trying to finish her essay for Ancient Runes, but Draco was making it nearly impossible to focus. First it was him inquiring about her holiday plans—no she was not returning to the Burrow—and now he was going on about his Manor’s library for some unknown reason.

“Is that supposed to be some innuendo, Draco, because I swear to Godric—”

“No! But…it could be. That’s a nice catch, actually, ow!”

She swatted him with the thickest tome she could lay her hands on, which happened to be a study of European centaur herds over the past century. Hermione tried not to think about how he might notice the title and crack some joke about being more hung than a centaur.

“I’m just saying that you would love my cock, I mean, library. Fucking Salazar.” He burst out laughing at his slip.

“Draco!”

“And you’re invited to stay over the holiday.” While a trace of laughter still remained in his voice, he looked at her with a hopeful glint in his eye.

Hermione had hoped he would ask her, especially with how she’d met with Narcissa a handful of times since befriending Draco and eventually dating him. The older witch welcomed her with a warmth that belied her coldness over the past several years. Hermione still wasn’t sure what had changed her mind, but she hoped Narcissa’s stance would influence other wizarding families still stuck to the prejudices of the past.

Still. She wanted to punish Draco just a little for distracting her.

“I’ll think about it.”

He wasn’t put out in the slightest, if the tilt of his head and the drop in his voice was any indication. Draco loved a challenge. “Is there anything I can do to help convince you?”

“That depends on how far you’re willing to go,” she replied with as much sass as she could muster.

Hermione jolted at the touch of his rough palm along the bare skin of her thigh.

“Do you trust me?” His breath fanned hot along the sensitive skin of her neck, creating a wave of goosebumps.

“You know I do.”

“Then cast a disillusionment charm around the bottom of the table.”

Heat pooled in her core as an idea of what he meant to do formed. Without any further questions, she picked up her wand and muttered her version of the incantation. Anyone looking over at her table now would only see her regulation-length skirt and knee-high stockings, legs firmly closed, of course.

After a mischievous grin and peck on her cheek, Draco slid from his chair and under the table. Hermione cleared her throat in an attempt to maintain composure, all while feeling like she was about to scream with anticipation.

Her palms slapped loudly onto the wooden surface when she felt both of Malfoy’s hands slide up her calves and push her knees apart.

“You’re going to have to be quieter than that, Granger.” His voice was muffled but still clearly audible.

Fingers slid up underneath her skirt and along the outside of her thighs, before snagging the top of her knickers. She lifted herself up to help him, settling down on the edge of the chair after doing so. If she leaned back she could see Draco’s pale locks between her legs pushing closer to his destination.

At the first swipe of his tongue, she gasped and grabbed onto her quill, knuckles whitening at the pressure. Hermione was so focused on keeping quiet that she didn’t notice they were no longer alone.

“Merlin, Granger, are you alright? You look…ill.”

Pansy’s perpetually haughty voice snapped Hermione out of her daze. It was only Malfoy’s tightened grip on her knees that prevented her from standing up.

“Pansy! I’m fine, just fine, just a bit stressed, you know, essays.” Dear Circe, she was babbling. She was babbling with Draco lapping at her folds and Pansy staring at her with a growing look of suspicion.

“Okayyyy…well, I’ll join you for a bit. I have an essay to finish writing, as well.”

Before Hermione could protest, the Slytherin pulled out the chair across from her and gracefully took her seat. She ruffled her bangs before noticing the additional bag next to Hermione.

“Oh! Is Draco here?” Pansy looked around expectedly, as if her friend would pop out of the stacks at the mere mention of his name. Normally, he would, if he wasn’t already preoccupied.

“He’s,” Hermione gasped as a finger slid up inside of her, her voice pitching upward in reaction, “looking for text, a very obscure, thick text. Very thick.”

She clung to every bit of sanity she had, which just so happened to be her quill and the edge of the table. The alarm on Pansy’s face had tripled as she raked her eyes across Hermione’s figure. Realization began to dawn, eyebrows raising in shock.

“Granger. Is Draco underneath—”

“Ladies!”

Before Pansy could bring the axe down on Hermione’s neck, Blaise Zabini swung around the corner. She wanted to hex them both, then yank Draco back up and shag him senseless atop her damnable essay. How dare he put her into this awkward predicament. And why was her study nook suddenly the popular place to be? It had never been this crowded before.

To her horror, Blaise plopped into the chair next to Pansy and stretched his legs out in front of him like he intended to stay. If he’d been in the other girl’s seat, he would have kicked Draco right in his disillusioned arse.

“Granger, you’re looking a little peaked. Maybe we should go get a bite to eat.” Now Zabini was appraising her, while Pansy leveled her with what had become a look of mirthful glee.

“I’m fine, Zabini, I promise, it’s just, ah!” 

Two fingers curled just so and Hermione’s eyes nearly crossed as she flopped over in a comical imitation of someone who had just been shot.

“Cramps!” She managed to ground out between teeth grit in pleasurable agony. All she could feel was warmth and wetness and a throbbing deep inside that radiated bliss outward to each of her extremities.

“Blaise, let’s go get her a pain potion from Pomfry.”

“Salazar, I am so glad I’m not a witch.”

Hermione barely registered their voices, much less the shuffling of chairs before they were alone once more. She panted, puffs of airing flipping up the corner of her parchment.

“Well, that was fun. Have I convinced you?”

Whiskey brown eyes slid over to where Draco had reappeared looking as pleased as Crookshanks after his morning meal. All he needed to do now was lick his damnable lips. She wanted to strangle him for nearly getting them caught in her most sacred of places. Hermione was positive that Pansy knew exactly what had occurred and that she’d be hearing about it from the nosy witch later.

“You, sir, have a death wish.”

“Is that a yes? The only death I wish for is the one between your legs.”

Her laugh tinkled up from their table and floated over the shelves.

“Yes, Draco, I’ll go home with you for Christmas.”

His whoop echoed off the walls, and within moments, the library’s warden materialized and glared at the duo in a warning that sent their noses straight into their books. If she noticed that only a single pair of legs appeared to sit at the table where there should have been two, she made no mention of it. 

Madam Pince had seen far more scandalous sights in the stacks, the worst of which had still yet to come.

DHRMonth Prompt: Week 1 - Hogwarts, September 6 - Library

WC 1331

What I wouldn't give for access to handy disillusionment, silencing, and locking charms! How do these students get anything done???

Malfoy Manor's Library is 100% an accurate representation of Draco's cock, which is most assuredly very large and full of the thickest of tomes.

Cross-posted on AO3

#dramione month #dramionemonth #dramione #dhr fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #draco malfoy x hermione granger #hermione granger #draco malfoy

[coffeedrgn87]

So, Harry ends up Minister for Magic, not necessarily because he wants to but because it seems like the natural progression: Auror…Head Auror…Department Deputy…Department Head…Minister for Magic…

It’s not a career Harry would have ever chosen for himself, to be honest he still doesn’t know what he wants, but here he is: 45, unmarried, dotting father to Teddy, whom he loves like the child he never had and with an adopted family that loves him unconditionally and friends who would quite literally walk through fire for him.

But instead of doing the sensible, grown-up thing which would be to talk about his growing unhappiness with those closest to him, Harry does the exact opposite: HE RUNS. After all, he did it once before. That it was for an entirely different reason seems irrelevant in the grander scheme of things.

Naturally, things don’t go as planned and while Harry does get to live the hermit life for a few months (and no, the Wixen World hasn’t fallen apart though that’s mostly because Ron’s Quidditch team wins the nationals and Hermione is excellent at doing the job Harry never wanted), it all ends when Draco Malfoy waltzes into Harry’s life, Fixer Extraordinaire, tasked with bringing him back to civilisation and convincing him that he does want to be Minister for Magic.

Except, what the world and Harry’s closest friends don’t know, is that Draco carries with him a letter from Teddy that makes him wonder whether he’s actually doing the right thing. Yes, Draco bloody Malfoy has a conscience, even when it’s Harry Potter he’s meant to fix.

And so it begins… Draco starts fixing, mending Harry one conversation at a time, one heated argument a night, and one grumpy grumble at a time. There may also be some thirst traps involved which mainly consist of Harry fucking Potter chopping firewood TOPLESS and skinny-dipping in a lake. This does lead to Draco questioning his own life choices…except he’s too stubborn to write Harry off…

And they lived happily ever after?

#enemies to friends to lovers #enemies to lovers #drarry #draco x harry #coffeedragon writes #drarry fic #harry potter #draco malfoy #my thoughts are unwritten #I want to include animals #loads and loads of animals #now please DISCUSS #dream up art in your mind #describe me scenes #dream with me

[magicschildfanfic]

Sacrificing Magic Chapter One

Harry didn't move, he didn't so much as blink, as Voldemort lifted his wand. Instead, he held his breath and waited for the dark lord to utter the words that would end his life.

The seconds seemed to drag before finally he heard, "Avada Kedavra," and a burst of bright, white light erupted around him and he knew no more.

The-Boy-Who-Lived-Just-To-Die-At-The-Right-Time came to with a start. Opening his eyes, he let out the breath he had been holding, just as he heard multiple people call his name, "Harry!"

He was surprised to hear panic in their voices. He struggled to process what he was seeing. If he was dead, how could Hermione and Ron be there with him? But then again, if he wasn't dead Sirius's presence didn't make much sense either. Utterly perplexed, he pushed himself up so that he was at least sitting up.

He felt too vulnerable, lying on the floor, surrounded on all sides by... well, everyone.

"Are you okay, mate?" Ron asked, leaning down to help him off the ground. "Where the hell did you go? You just disappeared."

"Er-"

"Ronald! Let him catch his breath," Mrs Weasley said, rushing forward and practically pushing Ron out of her way as she hugged Harry tightly, forcing the air once more out of his lungs. "You had us all so worried."

Harry tried to pull away from the hug but Mrs Weasley wasn't about to let him go. He was horrified to realise that she was crying.

"It's okay, Mrs Weasley. I'm right here." He didn't know the first thing about comforting crying women. In fact, his few experiences in that area had proved disastrous. His first kiss after all had been completely ruined by one such crying female.

She didn't respond only pulling him closer as she sobbed into his shoulder. Looking past her, he was surprised to see a younger version of himself, standing next to a Sirius who looked for all intents and purposes like he'd only escaped Azkaban minutes ago.

His younger self couldn't be more than eleven years old, perhaps even younger than that. He was looking all around himself with a befuddled look on his face, clearly unsure just where he was or who all these people were.

Roving his eyes over the rest of the people gathered, he noticed he wasn't the only person there with a younger self present. In fact, there were two of almost everyone. Except a few people Harry didn't know the names of and Sirius, Remus, Tonks... Fred... and Snape.

What the hell was Snape doing here?

If this was his 'You just died' party, you'd think Snape wouldn't be invited. And even if he were, there was no way he would actually show up. Snape hated Harry. And it was one-hundred-percent mutual. Or at least it was, until a short time ago when Harry had seen the ex-death eater's memories.

Harry was no longer sure quite how he felt about Severus Snape. He certainly didn't like the man but he wasn't sure he could hate him anymore.

"Where are we?" he asked.

He was surprised to hear Albus Dumbledore answer him. "No idea, my boy. Not the foggiest."

Dumbledore looked younger than when Harry had last seen him. His hair was still white and his beard was just as long as ever, but he looked younger somehow, less tired perhaps.

Looking about, Harry noticed that the large chamber they were all gathered in was strangely similar to the Hogwarts Great Hall and yet utterly different at the same time. It was grander and there was something tangible in the air. Magic. The magic was swirling and moving between them all, moving in waves, invisible and yet tangible all the same.

Arthur Weasley, who until this moment had been clinging to Fred, relieved to see him once again, seemingly alive and well, stepped forward and pulled his wife away from Harry. She let out a loud whimper. "Fred dead... Thought we'd lost Harry too."

"Molly, come see who is here," Arthur said softly.

She clearly wasn't happy to be pulled away but Harry couldn't help but feel relieved. He wasn't used to people showing him that level of affection. Sure, Hermione and Ginny hugged him from time to time but to have Mrs Weasley clinging to him was a little more than he could handle.

Arthur led his sobbing wife over to where Fred was standing surrounded by his family. Or at least the elder version of his family. The younger ones had no idea why their older counterparts were so shocked to see Fred.

"F-f-Fred?" Mrs Weasley breathed, almost in an inaudible whisper.

Thirteen year old Fred Weasley's horrified expression as his mother engulfed him in a hug as she wailed at the top of her lungs brought a chuckle to Harry's lips.

"As touching as this all is," a snide voice came from the crowd, "personally, I'd like to know where we are and why, so that I can return to my lab. I have a potion on the boil."

Severus almost shuddered at the thought of what would happen to that particular experimental potion without his direct supervision. There may not be a Hogwarts to return to, if he didn't get back to it quickly.

"Now, now, Severus, I'm sure your potions can wait," Albus said merrily. He wasn't the slightest bit fazed to find himself in the peculiar situation.

"Foolish Gryffindors," Severus muttered but said no more. There really was no point in arguing with the Headmaster.

The bright light from earlier returned and Harry was temporarily blinded. For a second or two, he imagined that he'd find himself back in the Forbidden Forest with Voldemort leaning over him, delighting in the fact he'd finally succeeded in killing The-Boy-Who-Just-Wouldn't-Die.

But that didn't happen.

Instead, the light faded fractionally until he could just make out a face. Beautiful and majestic beyond description. It sparkled and radiated pure joy in a way that shouldn't be possible.

"My child," the woman surprised Harry when she walked towards him, ignoring the others as they breathed in harshly in perfect unison.

Harry had seen photographs of his mother, Lily Evans, and he could safely say this was not his mother.

"Who are you?" he asked, stunned to the point of rudeness.

"I'm Mother Magic, Harry and you are my Chosen Child." She spoke softly with a tang of affection that Harry had never really heard before, certainly not directed at him.

Another gasp came from the crowd and Harry was surprised to witness many of the witches and wizards present bow deeply in the woman's direction. He briefly wondered if he was supposed to do the same.

"No need." She waved her hand dismissively. "Now... What a mess you've all made."

READ THE REST ON AO3 >> https://archiveofourown.org/works/49425412/

#ao3 #harry potter #fanfic #hp fanfic #sacrificing magics child #magicschild #Magics Child #hp fandom #characters reading the books

[oxydiane]

harry and hermione: “i face death in the hope that when you meet your match you will be mortal once more. R.A.B.” RAB?

me, rewatching the half-blood prince, read the books, been a fan for probably half of my life: omg R.A.B.

#gee i wonder who RAB is #so excited for deathly hallows #i took a one hour power nap #harry potter #hermione grander #regulus black #RAB #R.A.B.

[mandofury]

Hey love! How are you doing? I hope you're alright.

Do you have a favourite flower?

Hello love!

It's wonderful to hear from you, I'm doing alright thank you for asking. How about you darling? I hope you're doing well. What a lovely question, I do actually it's a Dahlia 'Rothesay Reveller' what's your favorite flower sweetie?

#ask #lovely ask #hermione-grander #🖤🖤🖤

[fandom-imagination-ss]

day 6 of 31 days of  Halloween Imagines

Imagine: The Building is having a Halloween Party and you confess to Mabel that you have a massive Crush on Theo Dimas 

(Author Note: this is being writing in August and the second season is still playing So if This Adorable Man is Dead, or the killer or doesn’t have happiness even a little bit by the season of season 2 i will cry ) 

you grew up in the building, you knew Bunny, you Knew everyone in the old impressive building. you were friends with Mabel and you were generally shocked to learn about the first murders. and that Theo Dimas was a jewel thief. you tried to communicate with Theo. Even going as far as learning Simple ASL. Theo wasn’t Ever Mean or Rude but he always was too busy dashing in and out of the building. Hinge sight Now knowing his Dad forced him to Rob Dead peoples Graves. you understood why he was always so busy!

getting to the Halloween party across from your Apartment you were dressed as Hermione grander Not a Sexy Hermione you dressed as close as possible to the character without sexualizing your fictional idol! you were holding a bottle of wine to give to the Host the entire Building was invited and you were standing out in the hall with Mabel, Charles and Oliver were bickering with each other as Mabel asked how you not so Sutle Crush was going.

During the first Murders Charles, Oliver, and Mabel questioned you for the Podcast you were convinced that Theo and his dad who was always So kind to you weren’t killers. and it came out that you had a crush you had to Beg on your hands and knees. and ended up feeding Oliver for a week for that to stay out of their podcast. Now. with the murder of Bunny, Theo, and his Dad on House arrest you rarely saw Theo. you didn’t even know he was back until Mabel mentioned it. 

Shaking your head as you spoke up, “he just seems so Hug deprived and I love giving Hugs!” Mabel who was dressed up as an Old Lady spoke, “well why don’t you ask him out? he isn’t that bad of a guy.” 

you reached over grabbing her arm as you laughed, “I Would take just a conversation in the Elevator. He Doesn’t like me! I spent weeks learning Some ASL and he Never sticks around to let me show him!” 

“But it’s So romantic you learned it for him.” 

you laughed taking a drink. you knew your crush on Theo was one-sided and pointless he would never look at you that way Hell you would take Him just glancing in your direction. you realized after It came out he Robbed Dead people of their jewelry that you had No chance. Not that you thought he was a bad guy. but you learned he liked Zoe and you remember Zoe. she was Nothing like you so you gave up. 

the Pumpkin flavor drink you were having was Awful. somethings shouldn’t be Pumpkin spiced flavored and Liquor was one of them. you took another sip as you spoke, ‘I would have better luck with the ghost of one of the dead tenants.” 

“it can’t be that extreme yet that your sinking that low on the Dating pole.”

“I mean out of Charles and Oliver. Charles is the better match- but he’s older than my dad. so-” Mabel laughed loudly saying god her ears as you spoke, “I shall Live with the fact I will never attract Theo Dimas. it just sucks.. but not as bad as these drinks! I’m getting anything else that isn’t Pumpkin flavor you good/’ 

she nodded her head as you went into the apartment to get better drinks. Mabel noticed Theo walking in a few minutes ago he was dressed in his normal regular clothes so not on the floor to attend the party. the truth was he came to see what you dressed up as. he wasn’t disappointed to see the bushie brown hair, the white tube socks, and the black cloak. he knew you were Hermione. you Loved Harry potter and he knew it. you would read the books growing up and would have a Harry potter theme party once a year. always a different location last year was the Hogwarts express train. it was mainly an excuse to have a marathon. Mable noticed Theo watching you leave as she spoke, ‘hey Theo.” he nodded his head Signing Hey as he Signed, “Did Y/N say she liked me?” 

he couldn’t believe read your lips correctly. He wasn't great at lip reading. But sometime he swears he can understand everything you saym it was in the eyes. Every emotion or thought is visible to your face. And he waa stunned he lip read you liked him .he he was dreaming of hearing say you fancied him for years.hes. liked yoi since. you moved into the apartment and you were always smiling and he was addicted. he found himself taking the Long way In and out of the building just so he could catch a glimpse of you. 

“Shit.. yes! But - Look I didn’t tell you.” 

you returned with two drinks as you spoke, “the table is full of Pumpkin flavored things. it’s awful oh Hi Theo.” you waved weakly as he smiled back beaming brightly as you spoke, “I got you a drink Mabel just cause that line for the drinks is long.” 

I’m Good why don’t you offer it to Theo.” you smiled at Mable you had been waiting for almost 3 years to finally Sign to Theo. For Once he wasn’t speeding off. you handed the drinks to Mabel who grabbed them awkwardly still holding her own drink as you started to Sign, “do you want a drink?” Theo smiled brightly as he signed ‘Yes Please.” you smiled handing one to him as he smiled thanking you.

Oliver and Charles came over dragging Mabel away as you ended up sitting on the floor in the hallway as you talked with Theo all night. you ended up asking him out you meant to Sign “Do you want to go get food.” but you signed “do you want to get Glitter?” Theo chuckled as you smiled saying as you spoke, “was I close to Food? I was asking you out for food.. did I sign food? it was that or this one you signed for food as he chuckled as he signed, “you were close.” you laughed as he smiled he couldn’t really hear your laugh but he loved the way your head titled back and he could see it was a genuine laugh. he smiled nodding his head as you smiled as you spoke up, not knowing how to Sign “take out?” he nodded his head knowing what you said as you both got up and left the Halloween party. for taking out at your apartment. 

#Only murders in the building #Only murders in the building imagine #OmITB #omitb imagine #fandom imagine #imagine #fandom #theo Dimas #theo dimas imagine #31 days of halloween imagine #halloween imagine

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

I posted 42 times in 2022

That's 4 more posts than 2021!

5 posts created (12%)

37 posts reblogged (88%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 42 of my posts in 2022

#not writing - 32 posts

#not mine - 10 posts

#art tag - 6 posts

#lol - 4 posts

#resident evil - 4 posts

#@hermione-grander - 2 posts

#my love! - 2 posts

#i dont think im capable of normal anymore - 1 post

#me w/ my villians - 1 post

#next tumblr april fools pls and thank u - 1 post

Longest Tag: 82 characters

#like i adore all of the adaptatiosn but am also sad that were loosing the og myths

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

hey... r u alive??

Am,,, I...?

(Lol, jk- yes I am. And I'm working on stuff I promise.)

((On A Totally Unrelated Note: Do NOT stop masking and get covid again because it can literally steal months of your life.))

0 notes - Posted October 11, 2022

#4

not for nothing but i absolutely do see the trend of newcomer tumblr users only liking posts and not reblogging them

0 notes - Posted May 6, 2022

#3

actually have a wip!!!

woo-hoo!!!

6 notes - Posted March 30, 2022

#2

update. ask box still closed.

i survived the fall semester only to get covid.... ugh. omnicron is no joke.

stay safe out there y’all!

-Mothmom 💚

7 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Nurse!Reader x Carlos Oliveira & Nikolai Zinoviev Headcanons

A/N: (Everyone’s a touch OOC as I doubt either one would willingly drag a civilian along, albeit for different reasons: Carlos because once you’ve been escorted to safety, you’re no longer his immediate concern; Nikolai because he was never all that interested in saving civilians, to begin with, but let’s say you’re just so darn cute/special that you alter canon circumstances, okay? Okay. Also, all of them survive RE3 in this, so yeah.)

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When shit starts hitting the fan, you don't panic immediately. After all, you work in a hospital, what better place to be during a pandemic, right? 

Wrong! Oh so wrong. 

You see the effects of the T-virus up close and personal, and it’s not pretty. Prior to this point, you thought such viruses only existed in science fiction or cheesy B-grade horror movies. But here it was in your workplace, quickly overcoming all quarantined forces, hospital staff, and security. 

So you flee. You leave through a back exit and get the hell out of dodge, or at least, the center of dodge. You soon find, however, that it’s not just the hospital that’s overrun, but the city as well.

Maybe that’s how you meet them…

Carlos:

He swoops in and saves you from a hoard of zombies, looking like an A-list action star as he does it. (It’s the hair- it’s incredible.)

He tells you his platoon is rounding up survivors in the subway, that it’s a temporary shelter until they can get the trains up and running again. That he and his teammates were sent in to get everyone safely out of the city. You’re not sure if you believe this plan, but you follow him eagerly as he leads you to the subway. 

On the way, you tell him who you are. When he finds out you’re medical personnel, he’s both impressed and relieved. He tells you his captain has been injured, and they haven’t come across a doctor or nurse that hasn't already been infected. You of course offer to help in any way your can. (Because you’re awesome like that.)

You’re not surprised when he tells you he’s working with Umbrella because you also work with Umbrella as a hospital employee. But to you, they’re a pharmaceutical company, why would they need military personnel? It doesn't sit right with you, but Carlos is an absolute sweetheart. (I mean the man is cracking jokes in the middle of the apocalypse.) So you trust the guy.

Carlos does his best to assure you you’re not a burden or some sort of unwanted weight when you first arrive at the subway car. Mainly, because he can tell by the way you keep offering to help get the trains running, even though you’d be no match for the horde, but also because of Nikolai’s snide comments about Carlos bringing in “yet another one” when the cars still weren’t working. “Hey, don’t worry about it,” he says. “It’s our job to protect you.”

Carlos takes you to his Captain- Captain Mikhail Victor in charge of Umbrella's Delta Platoon. You try and treat the Captain’s injury the best you can, using what little supplies from the first-aid kit that’s available. You apply a generous amount of first aid spray and wrap a makeshift bandage around the cut. You would have attempted sutures if the kit had any but unfortunately for the Captain, it didn’t. The wound isn’t deep but it’s in a compromising place. You know this man won’t make it out of here on foot. 

Overall, you feel you’ve done an inadequate job because you know the Captain is still incredibly vulnerable, but both Carlos and Mikhail assure you, you’ve been more than helpful. 

But you want to help more! When Carlos admits he and Tyrell won’t be catching the train and will instead stay behind to look for Bard, you offer to come with them, to help them navigate the hospital. 

Of course, everyone thinks it’s a horrible idea. One: because Bard is supposedly at the police station, not the hospital, and Two: because you have no weapons training whatsoever. You’re a walking liability. Nikolai teases Carlos about “taking on the burdens of strays”. You flip him off behind his back. 

After a ton of back and forth, you insist you go with Carlos and Tyrell, refusing to get on the train. At one point you take a seat on the ground of the platform and cross your arms stubbornly. (You’re not going and they can’t make you!)

Carlos is the first to accept the situation and roll with the punches. “Alright. But I have one rule.” He says. “No dying on me.” 

You stand, smile, and shake his hand. “Deal.”

The three of you make it to the police station, where you hang back with Tyrell in the main lobby as Carlos looks around for Bard. Once it’s revealed that Bard is still at the hospital, you offer to escort Carlos there. After giving him your best “I told you so” smirk that is.

On the way you find Jill, clearly having been infected by something, even though you’re not certain what. But none of that matters as you and Carlos bring her to the practically abandoned hospital. 

Once Jill is settled, you give Carlos some directions and a rudimentary drawing of where to locate the asshole Bard’s office. “You’ll need a voice key,” you tell him. “You’d have to look around these rooms for one of his cassettes.” 

He thanks you before asking you to look after Jill for the time being. You promise to radio him if her condition worsens. 

When Carlos comes back with the vaccine, you could practically kiss the man. You don’t, of course, it wouldn't be appropriate. (But the thought does cross your mind very briefly.) Carlos lets you administer the vaccine to Jill, you being the trained nurse and all. With all that's happened, being able to do some actual healing feels like nothing short of a miracle. 

You begin to take notes on Jill’s condition, commenting that although it doesn’t seem to be a speedy cure, her fever’s going down and her skin doesn’t look as clammy. 

The miraculous feeling doesn't last long, however, as Tyrell comes bursting through the room, clearly out of breath and pretty banged-up. He turns on the TV and to your horror, you find you have only hours to make it out of Racoon City unless you want to be vaporized. (Which, no, thank you! You certainly don’t!)  

After catching up, Tyrell being high-key surprised you’re still alive, (which honestly, you’re like ‘same’ lol) you decide to go with Carlos underground, to locate the stockpiled vaccine as a last-ditch effort to save the city. You hope whatever they made, that there’s tons of it. 

Before going underground though, Carlos gives you a gun from one of the killed security guards. It only has a few bullets but he feels safer knowing you’re not just going to walk completely weaponless into whatever danger Umbrella has waiting for you. 

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[hamartia-grander]

Changed my username from hermione-grander to hamartia-grander! I like it a lot better actually and I hope it's still somewhat recogniseable

#Pfp is something I sketched in my notes app when I was Going Through It lmao #But I unintentionally mixed the agender and nonbinary pride colours and I think that's as close to a gender identity I'll ever have

[dhr-ao3]

Inexcusable!

Inexcusable! https://ift.tt/RhEYI2q by Leslie_Maalic Hermione Granger, hard-working upper-echelon executive in the Department of Mysteries, has to take a mandatory vacation for her magical health. She chooses New York and stumbles across a Draco Malfoy who had completely abandoned the wizarding world. Performing every night as one of the world's greatest concert pianists, Draco feels that music is his life's work, his reason for being, his salvation, and yet he still feels incomplete. What will Hermione think of this version of Draco Malfoy? Is Draco ready to associate with someone from his past? And what will they do if, despite their best efforts, they fall in love? If you like pride and prejudice or stories about art/eternal truths in romance, then this is for you. Expect both angst and amorous triumph/deep expressions of passioned emotions. The writing sounds all fancy and neat too so it should be fun for you to read. Words: 1173, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Love, Romance, dramione - Freeform, Angst, Good Writing, Actual plot, sounds pretentiouis af, for pretentious people, people who recommend other people read jane eyre for light reading, aka pretentious people, Music, lotsa music, Classical Music, spicy music, inappropriate use of piano bench, Concerts, Passion, Arts, Art, Artistry, Draco Malfoy - Freeform, hermione grander, hermione granger - Freeform, Harry Potter - Freeform, mione, AU, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, EWE via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/4SPNAwe May 27, 2023 at 09:40AM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione