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@flufftober Day 22: "Have you heard?"
“Why on earth wouldn’t you tell me you were cheating on me with Harry, Hermione?” Ron asked loudly and dramatically, as he sat down.
Both Harry and Hermione looked up in surprise. They were in the Ministry canteen, waiting for Ron, who had volunteered to go up to the Muggle Relations Department because his and Harry’s newest case required it. “What d’you mean?” Harry asked puzzled. He was pretty sure Ron had gotten over that particularly insecurity and jealousy. He sounded more mocking than serious, anyway.
Ron pouted exaggeratedly. “Jenkins told me that he heard from Bhatt who heard from Smith who heard from her girlfriend that Hermione kissed your cheek yesterday, Harry.”
“Eleanor Smith’s girlfriend?” Harry scoffed. “Isn’t that Romilda Vane? Still in Hogwarts?”
Ron shrugged, stealing what he liked from the other two’s plates. Neither of them protested, too used to it at that point. “There were probably another hundred names through which the rumours came. Got fed up listening, though.”
Hermione looked amused. “What exactly did you tell Jenkins?”
Ron shrugged. “Nothing. The poor bloke looked terrified anyway.”
“Well, he was facing Ron Weasley the Legend, the War Hero, the Capturer of the Hollow Tree Murderer,” Harry teased.
“Says the Boy-Who-Live, the Man Who Conquered and the one who finally caught Travers, Yaxley and Liswood.” Ron tossed the compliment right back at him without hesitation.
“Says the one who helped incarcerate the Lestrange brothers—”
“Says the one who spearhead the Auror department reform and solves more cold cases than anyone else—”
“Says the one being consulted by the Minister for strategy—”
“Boys, boys, you’re both pretty,” Hermione muttered patronizingly under her breath.
Harry and Ron caught one another’s eyes and grinned. “Says the great Hermione Granger,” Harry began melodramatically. “Brains of the Golden Trio!”
“Campaigner for House-Elf and Creature rights!”
“Rising star in Legislation and the Wizengamot!”
“The one who got all Os in her NEWTs!”
“Who discovered all sorts of new charms to—”
“Stop it, stop it!” Hermione said, flustered now. She was the bossiest and most know-it-all person Harry had ever met, he thought with fondness swelling up, but also so bad at taking compliments. It was kind of pathetic.
“You’re the one who’s lecturing him all the time about how ‘modesty can be overdone too, Harry’,” Ron said in an amazing imitation of Hermione’s fussily scolding tone, jabbing a thumb in Harry’s direction.
“Yeah, don’t be a hypocrite, Hermione,” Harry said cheerfully. “Learn how to accept credit better.”
“If the two of you don’t shup up now,” Hermione said in a dark tone. “I’m not offering any help on your latest case. And you won’t be going anywhere public for months by the time I’m done with you.”
Both of them instantly shut up. The combination of Hermione’s knowledge of runes, arithmancy and obscure enchantments and her voracious appetite for research, combined with Ron’s everyday wizard knowledge and knack for strategy and Harry’s observations, instincts, knowledge of Dark Curses and Magical Defense and top-notch duelling was what made the three of them an unstoppable team. And he’d never heard Hermione make a truly empty threat before. He loved Hermione, she was his best friend, but he still had an appropriate amount of awe and possibly a little fear for her.
Then again. . . Harry and Ron lived recklessly. Their eyes locked.
“As Her Highness Hermione commands,” Harry said gravely. Hermione closed her eyes in the resigned defeat they spotted on her whenever she realized what idiots she’d tied the rest of her life to: her boyfriend and best friend.
“Could never even dream of disobeying her,” Ron agreed, sounding like he was giving a eulogy with how serious he was.
“You two are the worst.”
“Have you heard?” Ron asked the moment Hermione, Harry and Ginny set foot into his and Harry’s joint office. Ron’s side was as cluttered as ever, Harry’s as painfully clean too. Hermione frowned. She wished she’d done more for her best friend while he’d been with those godawful people. Half a dozen magical photos waved jauntily at them – Harry, Ron and Hermione in fourth year, laughing; the entire Weasley family in Grimmauld Place; Harry, Ginny, Hermione and Ron in sixth year after the first two had started dating; Harry holding Teddy, beaming proudly; the DA in the Room of Requirement; and the Weasley family the Christmas after Victoire was born, all wearing Weasley sweaters – including Fleur, Harry, Hermione, Audrey and Teddy. “Ginny, you’re cheating on Harry again.”
Ginny scoffed. “Really, Ron, you’ve turned into a serious gossip maid.”
As Ron sputtered in indignant offence, Harry turned to his girlfriend with a mischievous grin. “Well, who is it this time?”
“Draco Malfoy,” Hermione said, torn between amusement and irritation at how he was playing along.
Harry’s nose wrinkled. “The Ferret? Really, Gin? Always figured you’d have better taste than that.”
Ginny laughed. “Sorry love, next time, I’ll get caught on camera with Neville or Luna,” She promised solemnly. “Is that better?”
“Much,” Harry said just as solemnly. “If I’m being cheated on, there should be standards. Malfoy would be smug forever if he thought he stole my girlfriend,” He made a face.
“Well, unluckily for him, I’m too much in love with my boyfriend to ever consider anything like that,” Ginny said with a smile. Harry looked absolutely besotted as they leaned in to kiss. Hermione had never seen her best friend like that before Ginny. He’d been head-over-heels for Cho, awkward with Parvati and half-resentful half-admiring with Cedric, but she’d never seen the look of pure-comfort-and-just-enjoying-spending-time-together on him.
“Ugh,” Ron complained, miming vomiting. Hermione chuckled and kissed his cheek. Slightly mollified, he still continued, “Ginny, why do you have to pounce on my best friend every time you come to our office?”
Harry blushed lightly. Hermione knew it still touched every time one of the Weasleys declared he was family, that Harry was the one who needed protecting from Ginny. “You’re one to talk,” Harry said, snorting. “You positively paw at Hermione every time you see her.”
Hermione instantly took back every single good thing she’d thought or said about Harry Potter.
“We’re not talking about this!” Ron said in an annoyed tone. “We’re talking about how many rumours are there about the two of you.”
“Like there aren’t nearly as many about you and Hermione,” Ginny said, rolling her eyes.
“Nearly,” Hermione felt the need to emphasize because apparently hanging around her boys for nearly a decade had made her as pettily pedantic as them.
Ginny waved it off impatiently. “Besides, the three of you have more rumours about you than either of us couples.” Somehow, she didn’t sound at all resentful. Hermione marvelled at how well Ginny understood Harry and his very oddly intense friendships with her and Ron.
“What?!” Ron squawked in outrage. “Hermione, come on, we have to spread some more rumours ourselves. We’re not getting outdone by Harry the bastard who broods about cases all day!”
“Did you miss the ‘three of you’ in her sentence?” Hermione said witheringly.
Harry and Ginny rolled their eyes as the couple began to playfully bicker, and resigned themselves to a much later dinner double date than planned.
“Have you heard?” Ron asked after the latest DA reunion had ended. George, Luna, Ron and Hermione were the last remaining in Harry and Ginny’s house. George was entertaining Teddy and Luna and Ginny were talking in the garden, leaving only the trio to clean up like the traitors the lot of them were.
“What is it this time?” Hermione asked interestedly.
“Apparently, we’re planning on taking over the wizarding world using muggle technology and science.” Ron said, smirking.
“People finally figured out that muggles are something to worry about, then?” Harry asked, stifling a yawn and trying to discern if the goo on the carpet could be vanished.
“I agree that it’s about time, but where on earth would they even get that idea?” Hermione asked, frowned. “It’s not like we’re the best at keeping in touch with the other side.”
“I don’t know,” Harry grinned. “I think we’re leagues better than the guy who got arrested for breaking the Statue last week.”
Ron snorted in agreement, and Hermione laughed at the reminder. “He was even funnier than the one who wanted to wear a nightgown during the World Cup before fourth year. Remember?”
“I remember you couldn’t stop laughing for ages,” Ron teased. Hermione childishly stuck her tongue out at him. “Anyway, I think it’s because of your Muggle-Born-and-Raised-Gatherings and because of the flat. Or maybe because you were seen using your tablet, Harry.”
“I don’t know what they’re worried about the meetings,” Harry rolled his eyes. “Hermione made us watch Pride and Prejudice. Pride. And. Flipping. Prejudice.”
Hermione rolled her eyes right back. “You like the book, Harry.”
“The book. The move is so boring I was asleep within ten seconds, Hermione. Still,” He added thoughtfully. “It was a bit of a rest. Department’s been hectic these days.”
“Yeah, it really has,” Ron agreed over Hermione’s admonishments of not sleeping in committee meetings. “You have any idea why?”
“Nope. You should, though, you’re the one who has dirt on everyone and everything.”
“I refuse to see why that’s a bad thing,” Ron sniffed in a very Hermione-like way.
“I’m not sure I should be telling you this. . . .” Hermione chewed on her lip.
“Oh, come on, Hermione,” Ron persuaded. “You haven’t kept something from us since the time turner fiasco in third year.”
“I don’t know. . . .”
“It’s us, Hermione.” Harry argued. It was the best argument he could make. The three of them kept nearly nothing from one another.
“Oh, okay,” She conceded. “I heard Urquhart and Gibbins talking to Robards. He’s thinking about retiring.”
“Bloody hell,” Ron gaped. “No wonder there’s the fuss. Robards is the best Head Auror we’ve had in a while! He’s pretty much in charge of Law Enforcement too, since Madam Gibbins is pregnant. He got us through the War and the cleanup. Who’s going to replace him?”
“Er. . . .” Harry cleared his throat. “So. Maybe I do know a bit more now that I know that. . . . Robards has been dumping a lot of pape– parchmentwork on me and lecturing me about leadership and recklessness. . . .”
“Have you heard?” Hermione asked.
“I can’t believe Ron has managed to corrupt you too like this, Hermione,” Harry said solemnly. “I – I really thought that it would be the two of us against his insanity, but I should have known better than to expect loyalty from my best friend—”
“Ron is your best friend,” Hermione dismissed with a roll of her eyes, half affectionate, half irritated. “And I’m serious, Harry.”
“I thought you were Hermione and anyway I’ve never known you not to be—” Harry started and then stopped at the look she gave him. “Okay, what is it?”
Hermione took a deep breath. “Your Wizengamot seat, Harry. Ever since you’ve become Head of Law Enforcement, that adds a third seat to your assets.”
Harry nodded, confused. “Yeah, I know that. I’ve been using that only. The hereditary Black and Potter ones make me. . .” He shrugged. “Uncomfortable.”
“Those old codgers brought up this law that people related to part-humans aren’t allowed to inherit the seats.” Hermione blurted out.
It took Harry a moment to sort through the relevance. “No,” He said flatly. “They didn’t.”
“They did, mate.” Ron said, looking apologetic, striding into Harry’s office.
“What are we doing about it?” Harry asked furiously.
“I’m looking into how to discredit the ones bringing up the law already,” the Head of Wizarding Legislation said instantly. “There are a couple of caveats and loopholes we can use, Harry. We can deal with this, Harry. Hopefully by next year. Definitely by the time he finishes third year and has to begin the process of taking it over.”
“Oh, Teddy,” Ron realized, and anger spread over his face. He was apparently just realizing how this law affected them personally. Harry had recently declared Teddy the heir to the Black seat and Andromeda his regent and made clear that Ginny would be regent for the Potter one until Jamie, Al or Lily came of age and wanted it. “Don’t worry, Harry. Teddy won’t even know about this. We’ll crush them.” He vowed. “I’ll talk to some of the Wizengamot members who come into the shop and see their views and try to persuade them. We’ll get George to spread the word through his products too.”
Harry felt a rush of affection for his friends, who who had never left his side, who would follow him to the end of the world, who knew what he needed before he did himself.
“Have you heard?” Hermione asked in a mock whisper. “He’s leaving us here, languishing working for the Ministry, while he goes works for his brother and has fun without us.”
“Yes,” Harry nodded, feigning seriousness. “Even your betrayal of stooping to a plebian ‘Have you heard’ pales compared to his.”
“Oi, shut up.” Ron grumbled. “Not my fault the two of you have a ‘saving people thing’ that’ll never end.”
Harry thought about his job. His exhilaration at duelling, the way he got engrossed in every case, the relief and joy he got at putting people meaning harm behind bars, how he got to weed out corruption at the heart of their world. It may not be all that wonderful – not all gold glitters gold – but he loved it. He knew Hermione felt similarly, the same rush of pride and happiness and relief every time she won a case, every time one of her laws passed.
Ron had never been like them. Now that all the Death Eaters were behind bars, now that Harry was Head of Magical Law Enforcement and would no longer need a partner as often, he would be happier running his bakery and co-managing the shop with George who had been a bit listless since Angelina had gone back to work a year after having Roxanne.
“Now Hermione and I will be alone all the more often having lunch and stuff and ‘Golden Trio Love Square’ will be in the headlines a lot more often,” Harry said, half actually irritated and half mocking.
“On that note, the press thinks you’re either a drug addict or terminally ill because you’ve been looking tired recently.” Ron said brightly.
“I’d like them go through the shift to a new job with more work while dealing with four kids at home and preparing one of them for Hogwarts,” Harry grumbled.
“You know what the press is like,” Hermione said sympathetically.
Harry sighed. “Well, we’re living legends. Guess I’m never escaping this nonsense, huh?”
“Never escaping us either, mate.” Ron said, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.
“Never.” Hermione vowed.
Harry smiled softly. “Never,” He agreed.
#flufftober#flufftober2022#day 22#harry potter#the golden trio#golden trio friendship#golden trio#canon compliant#platonic relationships#post deathly hallows#implied hinny and romione#ron weasley#hermione granger#fanfic
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Hesitate
@microficmay Day 19: Hesitate (Alt. 1) [Ron/Hermione, rating: T, implied sexual content, light dom/sub undertones]
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He stood there, tall and imposing, closing her office door with his heel. He wore the black boots, just as she had requested.
"How can I be of service, Ms Granger?"
She beckoned him over with a slender finger, and he didn't hesitate to come closer.
"Undress, Auror Weasley."
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#microficmay2022#microficmay#cw: implied smut#cw: suggestive#cw: light dom/sub#romione#romione fanfic#ron weasley#hermione granger
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Harry/Ginny
AH HINNY!
oh man, i oscillate between really liking hinny one day and feeling completely indifferent towards them the next.
hinny might be the relationship i like the most for harry, and it's all because because of the family aspect. through marriage w ginny, harry officially became a weasley family member. and, of course he always was one, but he actually is a weasley on paper and i think having that in writing would mean a lot to harry. and my golden trio heart can't not mention that by hinny being married - ron and hermione are literally harry's brother and sister (in-law) now and !!!!! that just makes my heart melt (i know those two were always harry's family but bc of the aforementioned reason, etc. you get it)
so right off the bat, when i try to organize my more positive thoughts on hinny, i'm mostly focused on how the relationship best serves harry, and only harry. and this is where my frustrations with the ship begins: it's so hard to think the other way around because ginny's narrative purpose is just to be harry's ideal love interest, instead of being a fully fleshed character. i really love ginny with all her spunk and feistiness, but she's so underutilized. she had a cute crush on him in the start of the series which was adorable, but her character was inarguably just "ron's younger sister". and after she gets possessed by volde/gets saved from the CoS by harry, she still continues to have a puppy-love crush on harry until OoTP!!! GAAHHHH!!! Apparently joanne said hinny were always meant to be soulmates and i think if these two had a consistent "invisible string" motif throughout the series, it would've been so good (and almost as good as romione's slow burn). So...
here's how i'd fix hinny (lmao):
i wouldve made the ginny a much more prominent character in PoA and beyond.
we get to see hinny actually have heart-to-hearts about the incidents of CoS - for ginny to play such an IMPORTANT role in the titular plotline of the second book, then to just have her blend into the background afterwards just boggles my mind - that was the perfect oppurtunity to make ginny an invaluable character in the cast. she has this huge experience in common with harry - being personally victimized by voldemort - that harry doesn't have w ron or hermione at that point and it would've been so nice to see harry find an equal, a confidant in ginny from then on - like, dont let the readers forget that harry and ginny have this huge thing in common, have it be with us in the back of our heads the whole time!
start the hinny romance subplot fr fr in GoF
the potential of ginny being a maybe date for harry to the yule ball, harry feeling jealousy towards neville for getting to dance and spend time w ginny and harry being like "wait a minute! i'm supposed to crush on cho! im jealous of neville??" that wouldve been FUN - again, they couldve been a less insane version of romione hello
having the hinny subplot unravel in tandem with harry's crush and relationship with Cho in ootp
in ootp, you can argue that the story attempts to make a foil between cho and ginny's characters but if that were the case, it could've done a way better job of it
with harry's relationship w cho - harry likes her bc she's cool and pretty but she wants to connect with him through their connection via cedric and his death, which is off the bat a hugely touchy/traumatic topic for both of them and cho couldn't possibly fathom what it's like to be in the presence of voldemort/tom but guess which other character does ehehe...
now we're at hbp and this is where the good stuff starts bc if i'd had it my way, we'd have gotten their friendship in poa and two books of solid romantic build-up up until now
i honestly had a such a fun time with hinny in hbp, ginny in her OWL year being so cool and harry's hugeass crush on her- harry being a hormonal teenager was hilarious to read like its implied that harry is having increasingly inappropriate thoughts about her throughout the novel and theyre just intercut with "BUT RON-" that's some good shit
my one gripe w hbp's hinny is that i wish we actually got to see their dates sneaking around hogwarts, finding the perfect hideaways for makeout sessions, etc etc i know hp wasn't a romance fantasy by any means but imagine how swoony it wouldve been if we got to actually see these sunset dates instead of just being told about them - it wouldve been cathartic to actually see harry actually live the life of a normal teen boy before everything fell apart lol
if we got all these invisible string moments between them throughout the series, harry thinking about ginny and how good it felt to kiss her lips before he walks to his death in DH would've felt so much more earned
from a storytelling perspective, the case with hinny begs the question of if you can have a love interest for the jesus figure of your narrative? can you make a believable, grounded and balanced love story for the chosen one? i honestly think so but then you'd have to put equal amounts of effort and work into creating two nuanced characters and unfortunately we don't see that effort be put in ginny's character and that's why harry's endgame falls short for so many people. earlier, i said that this is the ship i like most for harry, but honestly that isn't saying a lot - i think with an almost saint-like character like harry, its hard to imagine a satisfying love and partnership for this kid. i like tomarry as a ship for when im feeling a bit insane but other than that, my main harry ship is him with a lifetime of peace and healing.
i also want to argue that hinny was never meant to be a primary romance in this story - the main romance/love story in the series is ron and hermione's and i think joanne's romance prowess all went into romione and i'm so thankful for that because i think it makes for better story (also i'm totally biased)
i also cant not mention the freudianess of it all with hinny, right? like god freud would Love hinny bc what do you mean they look identical to jily, what is going on here. that and the fact they had their first kid at 22/23 years old like my god, WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING you should be at the club!!!!! i do dig the failmarriage vibes they were serving in TCC, also.
#wow i do love to yap#pro hinny#hinny#harry x ginny#hp meta#harry potter meta#hinny meta#toorumlk#nusreplies
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“i don’t want to go to bed angry.”💞
send me a prompt
This screamed post war romione to me
"I don't want to go to bed angry."
Hermione snapped her book closed as Ron scuffed his foot into the carpet. He was still upset - she could tell by the set of his shoulders - but he was making an effort. Hermione supposed she should make one too, but she could still feel the anger prickling beneath her skin.
It was stupid really, and she knew that. They'd been fighting over where to put the new couch. Ron wanted it back against the window, and Hermione thought it would look better against the wall closest to the kitchen. The argument was all pretext. The real problem was that Ron was killing himself working two jobs, and Hermione was fed up with it.
She'd never considered Ron a workaholic until this moment. He'd be gone for weeks at a time with Harry on Auror missions, and he'd come back bruised and with at least two new scars. The week he was supposed to take to rest, he took to work in his brother's stupid shop. George never said a word to deter him, and Hermione wanted to strangle him for it.
"If you want to put the couch against the wall, I'll put the fucking couch against the wall," he said. He still wouldn't look at her.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Are we going to keep pretending this is about the couch?"
Ron flinched. "What do you want me to say, Hermione? He's my brother."
"And he needs to learn how to do things by himself," she snapped.
"That's harsh," Ron said finally looking at her. His blue eyes were burning. "You don't understand what he's going through. You don't understand what any of us are going through."
Hermione felt like she'd been slapped. While it was true she hadn't lost a member of her family, she still had lost something of her familial relationship with her parents. They'd been furious when she'd restored their memories, and she was still fighting to build back that trust with them. The Weasleys were the closest thing to a family she had now. For Ron to imply that she didn't understand was, quite frankly, insulting.
Hermione snapped her book open again. "Fine, Ron, if you want to work yourself into a coma, you go right ahead. I won't stop you, and I won't be there to save you when you take a jinx to the chest because you're too exhausted to stay awake."
"I think I'm managing just fine," Ron snapped. "Harry and I are just fine without you."
Hermione gave a humorless laugh. "Of course. Right."
Ron threw his arms up in the air then. "I don't want to fight with you about this. I just want to go to bed."
Hermione turned a page angrily in her book. "Then go to bed."
"Not alone!" he burst out.
They'd always been good at arguing. Arguing was a part of communication, she knew, but they'd never been good at actually communicating when they argued. Most the time it lead to Ron's bed, now their bed, and them talking it out quietly afterwards. That wasn't going to be the case tonight, Hermione thought.
"Well, I'm not tired."
Ron flopped down in one of their arm chairs. It had been a gift from her parents, and they'd only given it to them because they'd liked Ron. It had stung when her mother had asked him if he wanted it, rather than herself.
"What do you want me to say then?" he asked. "Because I'm not going to stop working in the shop."
Hermione snapped her book closed once again. "I want you to be safe and to have a normal sleeping routine and to not look like you only get four hours of sleep a week."
"I get more than four hours of sleep," Ron grumbled.
"Barely."
"Can we please just stop talking about this?"
It wasn't productive; he was right on that front.
Crookshanks chose that moment to wonder into the room. He was purring loudly, no doubt looking for attention. With ease, he jumped up into Ron's lap and settled easily on his chest. Hermione narrowed her eyes. Traitor.
"Are you going to come to bed?" Ron asked, as he stroked Crookshanks.
His eyes looked so tired then, the fight gone and only a dull blue remaining. Hermione felt her resolve shrink as well. Besides, she was tired of reading Pegram's theory on cursed items.
"Yeah," she said. She didn't want to fight anymore, had never wanted to fight like this with him, but Ron was always good at pushing her buttons. "As long as we can actually talk about this in the morning."
Ron groaned. "Fine. But you won't change my mind."
Hermione would see about that.
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Why do you not like Hermione? Ron and Hermione are each other’s soulmates
I don't love Hermione. Her superfans along with the movies radicalize me into saying that I hate her. Sometimes I really don't know.
I find her irritating. I don't like the way she treats Ron or Harry. I don't care for her interests. I don't find her funny or interesting.
I generally would say that the IDEA of her and Harry's friendship is fantastic because I am a guy who has a lot of friends that are girls and I know dozens of men who just don't get it and either assume I'm gay or am just waiting for their boyfriends to break up with them so I can swoop in.
Boys can be friends with girls. I like that about Hermione.
Except I don't like her and Harry's dynamic. Their friendship doesn't feel like it gains any emotional complexity until the sixth book, and by then I'm more invested in Ron and Harry's friendship, and Harry and Ginny's romance to give a damn.
Deathly Hallows rolls around and everyone is sort of at their worst. I honestly prefer her while Ron is gone because she isn't fucking talking. She's a fine secondary character but in contrast to Ron and Tonks and Sirius and Neville and Ginny and Snape and Dumbledore, I find her to just be... lacking. She doesn't go through much growth which, considering the fact that she's a JKR insert is mildly hilarious. I just wish we got more of Hermione... struggling. I know that sounds bad but we get quite a bit of it in the books and it just doesn't seem to affect her.
Summed up, I think she's boring.
Now, on to the whole Ron and Hermione being soulmates thing. I really don't mind Romione. Like, at all. I like them in canon, specifically their little moments and implied off-page interactions, but they aren't soulmates.
Which is what makes them interesting.
They aren't perfect. Their relationship has rough edges. Hermione's a very difficult person to deal with and throughout their relationship, through marriage, kids, and whatever else, they would always have different troubles to navigate. BIG ONES. They're the type of family where their kids would be like "My parents should've gotten divorced" but like, they're 12 and don't actually understand why their parents love each other, and then by 19-20 they'd be like nah I have good parents and they didn't just "Stay together for the kids" yk?
On the scale of traumatic and fucked up, Romione falls between the idealistic-low-drama-just-fun of Hinny and the real-life-shit-happens-what-the-fuck-she's-pregnant of Remadora. I wouldn't say they're soul mates but they make it work and they're happy to keep trying and keep working on it to improve themselves and their relationship yadda yadda yadda.
That being said: FUCK I feel bad for Ron because if I had to deal with Hermione every day I'd actually blow my fucking brains out oh my god.
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SHIPPER TAG GAME
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1. What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care anymore?
Hmmmm. I wasn’t the biggest shipper as a teenager and all the ships I did obsess over still own my fucking soul. I ship for life.
2. Which ship would you consider your first one?
That’s a toss up between Monica x Chandler (Friends), Mulder x Scully (The X Files), Cory x Topanga (Boy Meets World), and Rick x Evie (The Mummy) I can’t remember which came first because they all were pretty simultaneous.
3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?
Romione. Although I remember dabbling in writing fan fiction in a spiral bound notebook at the age of 14, it was always sort of self-insert non-romantic LOTR character building. My first actual fanfiction (reading and/or writing) was Ron x Hermione when I was 19.
4. Do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over?
100% LOTR… but I don’t remember which pairing. Probably like Frodo x Sam or Legolas x Gimli, but I didn’t get into MM shipping until I was a full blown adult about to finish college.
5. Did you ever get into ship discourse?
Somewhat when I was in the Glee fandom but that fandom was a clusterfuck of ship discourse. I pretty much lived on the corner of fuck off and leave me alone.
6. Did you used to have any no-otp or have it currently?
Maybe? But I didn’t really care too much about looking at anything outside my own ship OR I was a multi-shipper. So I don’t really remember a specific notp. I’m sure there were some though. There was so much trash in the glee fandom, I’m sure I hated something.
7. Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?
I haven’t touched a fan fic in over 10 years so (I should get a chip!) the last one I read was likely Klaine. Holy shit wtf time has flown.
8. Currently, do you have any OTPs?
Approximately 1.9 billion. Oh you want names? Well Hualian (TGCF), Wangxian (MDZS) and most recently Ranning (2ha) are the top three out of the 1.9 billion. Remember, I collect ships and keep them in my heart for all eternity.
9. Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?
Sam x Jack (Stargate SG1). It’s somewhat implied but my god I still yearn.
10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?
I didn’t dislike Cory x Shawn but I didn’t really get it back in the Girl Meets World hay day and it wasn’t even on my radar at all during Boy Meets World. (Remember, I’m old and the internet was not what it is now during my youth so I didn’t even know about the Cory x Shawn ship for literally decades). Sometime after GMW ended and tiktok became popular there was a resurgence of BMW popularity and a lot of CxS analysis that opened my eyes. I enjoy the ship now but I’m still Cory x Topanga 4eva.
11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?
Tbh not really. I used to be pretty boring. I definitely have some in the present that would though. 🤐
12. What was your favorite crack ship?
There were so many in the Glee fandom but I gotta go with Sebastian x Cooper just because it brought two of my friends together in a RP group and they ended up actually getting married. Ah… memories. I’m gonna tag @believesinponds in this post for the nostalgia.
13. Who is the couple you read more fanfics of?
None. But if I did it would absolutely be wangxian or hualian. Don’t fucking tempt me.
14. What most of your ships usually have in common?
In the past: Canonical.
Now: Canonical and Queer.
15. What do you absolutely hate in a ship?
Im gonna keep was Eboni wrote because it’s spot on: “Miscommunication and the noble idiocy trope.”
I'll tag @believesinponds @linameka @ommited-miscellaneously @ipromisedthesunset @kennyomegasweave @youdontnohme
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I was doing some reflecting and I’m noticing a lot of things in the Harry Potter fandom and one of them is the fact that we lack the proper communication we need to retain peace within the community as a whole.
This whole fandom is divided…Snape stans vs Marauders stans and Remadora vs Wolfstar and Romione vs Dramione…etc. etc. and each side tries to justify why their side is better or “right” (most of the points I make are geared towards the two groups I mostly see and interact with but I’m sure it could be used for the others as well)
This ofc causes conflict between people. This is where “evidence” starts being presented. When presenting evidence, one side always seems to forget certain things:
The movies aren’t canon
If JKR said it, then it’s canon…it’s her universe whether we like her or not
HCs are just that…headcaons
Fanfics aren’t canon
And when these things are brought up, there’s always an excuse or the arguments start shifting off topic. When debating with someone about something, make sure it’s canon. Another thing that happens is that people start stating things that are IMPLIED and while I personally believe that there’s nothing wrong with that, if you state that something is “implied” but in canon it’s debunked or canonically impossible/inaccurate, then there’s no leg to stand on when it comes to using it in a debate.
Another thing I noticed wrong with communication is pride. People don’t like to admit they’re wrong when the opposing side makes a valid argument or debunks something they said, but the minute your own side speaks up and admits the same thing the other side said, then it’s “yea I can see that” and “yea you’re probably right” and “ok yea that makes sense”. This is another reason why what could be friendly debates always turns into arguments, because it’s frustrating when you’re giving actual facts and the other person is saying it’s not true or start using HCs solely because it doesn’t fit their narratives or they have too much pride to admit they were wrong about this specific thing.
The next thing is moral righteousness and disrespect. This is one of the most disrespectful fandoms Ive been in…body shaming, victim blaming, harassment, death threats, assault minimizing, trauma reduction, comparing trauma, misogyny/sexism, offensive remarks…etc. etc. It’s gotta stop.
Disliking a character is fine but making fun of their physical traits is gross, especially considering people with those same physical traits are going to see your remark and possibly gain a new insecurity if it wasn’t one already…stop. You cannot hate a character for being a bully when you do the same thing.
Stop victim blaming…”well this character shouldn’t have done that” and “well maybe if they did this then that wouldn’t have happened” do these things sound familiar to you? That’s because they’re used in real life against victims of many things…stop. You can’t pretend to care about victims of any kind when you use arguments made specifically to be used against them.
Stop harassing people who have different opinions than you…if you wanna hop in an inbox and ask their opinions on something or why they like what they like then go for it, but to go as far as to go on someone else’s post or blog and start being disrespectful is as pathetic as it can get…the only reason you do it is because it makes you feel good because you think you’re better than whoever has an opposing opinion than you…you’re not…in fact that makes you lesser of a good person. Another thing is, when the person you’re harassing gets fed up and cusses you tf out, don’t play victim…You cannot hate a character for being a bully when you do the same thing. On this topic, when it comes to incorrectly tagged posts, I want us to start approaching it differently…instead of jumping into a fight, why don’t we ask questions…questions without being rude and sarcastic preferably…but I still don’t encourage incorrect tagging
Death threats…same thing…you pile of shit. We are talking about a fictional universe…go take a damn nap…You cannot hate a character for being a bully when you do the same thing.
Stop minimizing or praising assault. Idc if you hate the victim, idc if you love the character that committed it…stop. I shouldn’t have to explain why that’s bullshit but then again I shouldn’t have to explain a lot of the things I’m explaining.
Stop reducing a characters trauma to mere inconvenience or as an excuse for the character to act shitty…now with that being said…trauma can cause a person to act out in many different ways, especially a person who never got the help they needed…so using trauma to EXPLAIN a person’s behavior is different from using it to EXCUSE a person’s behavior…learn the difference. Just because you don’t like a character doesn’t mean you have to ignore or erase things they’ve been through.
Comparing…stop comparing trauma…that’s so dumb, not everyone responds to trauma the same way, so stop with the “well this character also went through that and they didn’t turn out like this other character” stfu…respectfully.
Misogyny/Sexism…bro…I’m looking at a very specific part of the fandom, I’m sure you know who you are..it’s not all of you..but it’s enough to be disturbing. You can hc a character to be gay without saying they’re physically repulsed by a woman’s anatomy. You can ship two male characters without shitting on the woman one of them is with in canon, especially given that she did nothing wrong, and by shitting on, I specifically mean calling them misogynistic names and stuff…calm down pls
Last but not least: offensive remarks…STOP COMPARING DEs TO N@ZIS…STOP COMPARING MUDBLOOD TO REAL LIFE SLURS….stop. This fandom has been asked to stop doing these things for years and you still do it. I don’t want to hear the excuse “well Rowling said DEs were“ idc…when a group collectively says “hey stop doing this, we find it offensive” there is no ifs, buts, or whats…you stop doing it…and while I’m on this topic I would like to say for the millionth time: Mudblood is not racist..it has nothing to do with race…it’s an attack on parentage and status…which is classism.
And I know people are going to (somehow) take this post negatively, and all I have to say about that is a hit dog is gonna holler…but I actually think if we take a minute to actually think about these things, this fandom would be a lot more pleasurable to be in. You don’t have to stop hating whatever characters you hate, but just because I like characters you don’t, doesn’t mean we have to be enemies.
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femslash fic recs: ginny + infidelity
for a request on the @hpsaffics server! most are smutty; there is some dead dove. i do admit i went slightly overboard with the number of fics on this list. i make no apologies 😂
dead dove content includes: noncon, heavy kink, underage, incest.
⭐️: my personal faves, but ymmv!
Ginmione
the same as they always had been by violetclarity (6k, M): a long term affair
Honoring the Head Girl by Viridescence (3k, E): poly femslash, written pre-OOTP. Hermione is eagerly looking forward to the secret Gryffindor ritual for honoring a new Head Girl.
⭐️ Consequences by Inell (800, E): ginny/hermione/pansy, who’s polyjuiced into luna. CW noncon, mind control and other heavy kink.
⭐️ Apples and Oranges Too by drawlight (ripeteeth) (1k, E): forbidden love. podfic elsewhere on AO3
A Helping Hand by Rorimore (3k, E). "My git brother not fucking you right?" Ginny wondered, leaning in closer towards the table.
The Hand We've Been Dealt by Kylo_Ken (5k, E). When Hermione discovers her fiancés affair, she does what any sane woman would do; she sleeps with his sister.
Can I Tell You Something? by SleekGeek (4k, E): ginmione, pre romione wedding.
⭐️ Just bring me flowers by Anakletos (300, M). poetry! incredible pining!
⭐️ Green Light by iota_after_dark (6k, E). What if the best way to get over Ron was to get under Ginny? there’s no cheating in this one, romione are “on a break” and hinny are open — but the ginmione smut is Very good.
Ginsy
⭐️ the Aesthetic of Realness by imaginarium_imperfecta (25k, E): ginsy, pansy planning the hinny wedding. When you don't know what you want your wedding to be like, you call Pansy Parkinson. That's her job: To figure out what you want, and then give it to you.
⭐️ Chasing the Sun by sdk (1.5k, M): established hinny, infidelity and angst. They don't touch anytime it's real.
Vases of Vanity by Slumber (1k, T): Pansy and Ginny meet at a benefit while both are married to other people. steamy!
Yes, Mrs Zabini by Dramione818 (7k, E). in which pansy is ginny’s boss and married to blaise.
Fleurinny
⭐️ Water & Earth by @venom0usbarbie (series, 8k, E). bill dies pre-story, gorgeously written fleurinny angst.
⭐️ The Peak of One's Girlhood by hjgmilf (2k, E). pre bill/fleur wedding, hermione and ginny throw her a bridal shower at the burrow. fleur/hermione/ginny.
Girl secrets by piximera (2k, E); what fleur does instead of getting a divorce.
⭐️ Fall by arcadian_dream (1k, M). on the eve of hinny’s wedding. podfic elsewhere on ao3.
Linny
(no smut just kissing, at most, in all but the last. lots of songfic!!)
not in love tonight (but i might fall on another day) (1k, T). established ginny/OC, linny kissing in the club fic set to ‘i kissed a girl.’
you should probably leave by awesomefatkitty (1k, T). luna pov linny, past hinny, more kissing and angst
Happily Ever After by Kitty September (KittyAug) (7k, T). ginny time travels to the past to fix it.
Those Who Choose by Lomonaaeren (3k, T) amicable divorce, hinny -> drarry and linny.
Speak Now by onlykatelyn (3k, T) hinny wedding, inspired by the song by taylor swift, ends in drarry and linny.
Values by Shadowmun (2k, E). ginny is the one being cheated on here -- consensual infidelity (of the ‘opening the relationship to reignite the spark’ kind), linny + luna/OFC
misc Ginny rarepairs
⭐️ Something We Do by sdk (1.5k, E): ginny cheats on harry with millicent, ft. hot angsty kink. You do what I want until I ask you to stay.
⭐️ The Flavour of Loss by @vdoshu (7k, E): postwar grief and mourning and andromeda/ginny, hinny, prev bella/andromeda.
⭐️ Starting Over by @val-creative (400, M): ginny/tonks, ginny is pregnant and finds herself having doubts.
Someone to talk to by FireOpal (Sandel) (3k, rated M but imo T?): ginny/hannah (ginny is cheating on harry), dialogue-only fic.
gather your peace like fine, woven threads by kwritten (3k, G but… imo maybe M? there is definitely implied smut): cho/ginny, eighth year fic.
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Microfic May prompt 3: Revelation, Romione.
TW: implies infertility issues
Romione: Revelation
Tears continued to pour down Ron’s freckled face, as he peppered Hermione with kisses.
“I don’t care what everyone else thinks, we don’t have to have children to be happy. You are more than enough”.
This revelation from her boyfriend was all she needed to silence the demons within her.
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im 31 so i was lucky enough to read the 1st 4 books before the first movie even though i was young but i remember i never thought ron was dumb and the buttmonkey like they portray him in the movies. he was not only brave, loyal, funny but also seemed charismatic in the books. but a lot of ron antis apparently dislike him for being rude and tbh he does have his bad moments. btw i dont know how harmony shippers thought it was gonna happen, in the fourth book i remember the scene of harry looking at romione fighting with their faces red after the yule ball and the text seems to imply harry thought something was going on and he wasnt jealous or anything.
I read the books when I was 14 and I didn't even know there were people who wanted Harry to end up with Hermione and hated Ron. My all school friends were book readers. Infact in class we used to role play as hp characters and we all loved Ron and Ron/Hermione.
When I joined online fandom and saw some people wanted Harry/Hermione I was like 'why? What? How? When? Where?' Lol
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I was on the HP reddit and I found something so interesting and it kinda was always my thought. "I kinda feel like romione kiss in front of Harry was supposed to imply that they were already kinda dating since begining of dh book but didn't want to rub it in Harry face. When Ron left and came back, it felt like a couple who was broken up but still loved each other". What do you think of this theory ?
I don't think they were in a relationship until after the war.
But I do think that they had confessed their feelings for each other, and that they had decided to give it a chance after Voldemort was defeated. They took their moments when they could, but they had agreed that the mission would come first.
They definitely loved each other. My headcanon is that they both has had a crush on the other since their first year. Which then slowly grew into them being in love with each other. So them separating in DH would feel like a break up to them both, even if they were never together to begin with.
So, I do like this theory. And it aligns with my headcanon, that they weren't in a relationship during the main series. But they became a couple in DH, if that makes sense.
Keep sending these. They are fun
Thank you for the ask anon :D
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Ignite
Better late then never, I start with @microficmay!
Day 1: Ignite [Ron/Hermione, rating: T, implied sexual content]
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Ron's hand trembled, leaving a burning trace on Hermione's skin.
It cursed through her vains, fast and all consuming. The heat, the fire that ignited her body and mind so suddenly, made her lose all pretense and control as she guided his hand between her legs.
Read on AO3
#microficmay2022#microficmay#cw: suggestive#cw: implied smut#rating: t#romione#romione fanfic#hermione granger#ron weasley#hp#hp fanfic#harry potter
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Wizard's Best Friend
Summary: When Ron receives his new pet at the end of third year, he's not sure what to think. The owl has non-stop energy, which he has no idea what to do with. Plus, after losing his rat, Ron's not sure if he's ready for someone new. Will Pig be able to win Ron over? Written for Round 1 of IWSC Season 4
Love is a choice you consciously choose to make. But I don’t know if I’m ready to let someone in again, not after what happened last year.
I reckon I’m going to be scarred for life. How was I supposed to know the family rat, Scabbers, would end up not being a rat at all? Turns out the bloody rodent was an unregistered Animagi, and not only that, but he’s the Death Eater who betrayed my best mate’s parents and got them killed.
Yeah, folks, you heard it here first: Sirius Black is innocent.
But of course, I can’t tell anyone because we don’t have proof without the rat himself. So, you can only imagine the conversation I had with my parents when I came home rat-less, but with a new owl at the end of term. By some stroke of luck, they believed the story Hermione helped me concoct on the train ride home. I told them Scabbers finally died—he was ‘twelve’ years old, and I may have thought Crookshanks already ate him—so Harry and Hermione chipped in to buy me an owl for my birthday.
Read the rest on AO3 || FFN
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Scribbly Ron with Baby Rose.
(My dad was wearing corduroy pants in the pic I used as reference, and I started out drawing those, but then I got lazy and now Ron’s wearing pyjamas, I guess.)
#Ron Weasley#Rose Granger Weasley#Harry Potter#HP#Implied Romione#I mean#where else did Rose come from#who's taking this picture
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~Ron Weasley Appreciation Week~
Day 4: Superhero
She is rich.
Also, Ron was sort of inspired by @hillyminne bearded sexy Ron.
#ronweasleyappreciationweek#ron weasley appreciation week#ron weasley#rose granger weasley#rose weasley#weasley family#granger weasley family?#implied romione#isa draws stuff#my art#harry potter fanart#ron weasley fanart#doodle#digital art#drawing#clearly i cant do adults
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Heart-Shaped Wreckage
Day 16, Story #2 is by @adenei
Title: Heart-Shaped Wreckage
Author: adenei
Pairing: Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger
Prompt: Songfic
Rating: T
TW: implied violence and near-death experience (but nothing explicit)
A/N: This is the part two follow-up to Rewrite the Stars.
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Hermione’s hand trembles as she reaches over to her nightstand and turns on the light. She can’t sleep, which is a common occurrence as of late. Where she once relished in the quiet of her flat, now the serenity is too much to bear. She is running out of changes to make that will erase the worst, most painful decision of her life. The ultra-soft linens she purchased for her bed are anything but comforting and luxurious. They feel scratchy and cold, and the fresh and clean look of the white comforter with its floral patterns gives off more of a sterile vibe than the new slate she’d been hoping for. Instead, it serves as another stark reminder that all the vibrancy and color had evaporated from her life when she pushed Ron away.
It’s been 62 days since the disaster of the Auror gala, and 50 since Hermione’s received any form of contact from him. Ron has honored her wishes to break things off no matter how much it pained them both to do so. Part of her still wishes he’d floo into her fireplace or knock on her door, begging her to give them another chance. But she knows deep down none of that will ever happen. He is a man of respect, and he will always abide by her requests, even if she no longer wants to keep them herself.
It’s better this way. She reminds herself of the constant scrutiny they’d face if they stayed together, and the hurt and discomfort even at the mere thought indicate that her feelings haven’t changed. There is no way she could put him through that sort of subjection just so she can be selfish and happy. Their lives are too different, and they live in a world where the acceptance of all kinds of love doesn't exist.
So, in the grueling months since they ended things for a second time, Hermione has worked to make changes, some drastic, some minute, in an effort to force herself to move on. She is too proud to let anyone in her life know the pain that she feels with every conscious breath that she takes. Hermione has thrown herself into her work, staying at school late to mark papers, redecorate the classroom, or develop new lesson plans to benefit the students and create more hands-on experiences.
And once she realized that her preparation was complete through the end of next term, Hermione turned to her flat. Weekends have been spent on home projects. Painting the walls, updating the decor, and cleaning every square inch of her flat, all to help her forget.
But the problem is, her heart doesn’t want to forget. Every book she sits down to read reminds her of time spent with Ron. Her renewed efforts in the kitchen never fail to bring a smile or a chuckle to her lips as her mind traitorously wonders what Ron would think if he were here to observe the barely edible mess she’s created. Yet, Hermione is not naive enough to believe that it will change anything. She knows it won’t.
As she sits up in the enormous queen-sized bed, she reaches for the parchment that lays in tri-folds on the nightstand. The paper is worn, with visible wrinkles preventing it from lying flat and tear stains causing the corners to curl as she unfolds the delicate sheet. Hermione’s not sure why she’s opening the letter to read. She knows it won’t bring her the comfort she craves or the answers she desires.
The messy scrawl gives way to Ron’s only correspondence with her since the last time they spoke, and she latches onto it as if it’s the only life preserver on a capsizing vessel. It’s the only thing she has left. The only reminder of the life she could have had.
I’m not scared to tell the truth.
I went to hell and back and I went with you
Remind me what we were before,
When you said you are mine, and I am yours
Hermione,
There’s a lot I want to say and I’m not sure if I can fit it all in this letter, but I’m going to try. I never meant for any of this to happen, but I did mean everything I said that night. I’m not afraid to tell you how I feel. What we have, er, had, I guess, is special. I’ve never felt this way about anyone in my life, and I don’t think I ever will. And it’s not just about the case and finding comfort in each other.
When we broke things off after graduation, I felt like a part of me was missing. The Auror academy kept me busy, and sure, my life moved on, but I wasn’t really happy. Not as happy as I was when we were together. And then fate brought us back together and we decided to make another go of it, that’s when I realized that you were what was missing. You make my life so much brighter, so meaningful, and I’m sorry if I sound like a sap, but I need you to know how I feel.
I would give up everything for you. Social status means nothing to me. If the Aurors sack me because of my personal relations, then so be it. I’ll work with George, or find something else. If my family can’t be supportive, then it will be their loss. I’m not willing to live in a world that doesn’t have you in it, and I refuse to give in to the Ministry’s stance on bloody purity.
I know this is all probably ‘too little, too late’ or whatever that Muggle saying is that you like to use, and I promise you I’m going to respect your wishes. But I had to tell you. I had to let you know because...well...there’s this mission that’s come up. It’s going to be bloody dangerous and Robards asked for volunteers because he knows how risky it’s going to be. Anyone who goes isn’t guaranteed to come back and, well, I won’t go into the details, but I volunteered to go.
I know, I know, I can hear you in the back of my head telling me that it’s probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever done and not to throw my life away because we’re not together, but Hermione, it’s been twelve days and I can’t go on day to day like this. I can’t. Working is the only thing that eases the pain and gets my mind off of everything. I’ll be as safe as I can be, I promise.
I hope you find the happiness you deserve. You’re brilliant, always remember that. Just know that I love you, and it’s because I love you that I’m going to try to let go.
Ron
Tears threaten in Hermione’s eyes once again. It’s no different than every other time she reads the letter. Nothing has changed; Ron’s gone, still on his mission six weeks later and no end in sight. Hermione is sure this is the reason she’s not sleeping. With every passing day and no news of Ron’s whereabouts, she turns to the only object that can provide her with any source of comfort: the letter.
After three weeks of constant worrying and bags under her eyes so prevalent that even her eight-year-old students noticed, Hermione caved and wrote to Harry. Even though they can’t be together, she knows deep down that she can still care about his well-being.
Harry’s response had been timely and brief. He didn’t have details of the mission but reassured Hermione that no news is good news. Hermione thanked him and asked for updates if it wasn’t too much trouble. The two had been friendly in school, growing closer as her relationship with Ron blossomed as well. She didn’t expect his alliance to stray from his best friend but still appreciated his willingness to be cordial with her after everything she’d put Ron through.
“Please come home to me,” she whispers into the darkness.
Her heart aches more as her eyes hover over the parchment once more, searching for the three words that she knows she’ll never read too many times: I love you.
For some reason, this three a.m. readthrough hits differently. She carefully folds the parchment, places it back on the nightstand and turns off the light. There are still a few more hours left to find sleep.
Hermione tosses and turns as she attempts to focus on sleep and quieting her thoughts. At some point, a flash illuminates the night sky, and that’s when the pieces begin forming more vividly in her mind. The clap of thunder follows seconds later, and with it, a realization is born. As the rain begins its slow cadence of pitter-patters on the window, the brevity of Hermione’s decision hits her with the force of the storm strengthening outside.
I don’t know much, but I know myself
And I don’t want to love anybody else
So let’s break the spell and lift the curse
Remember when we fell for each other head first
There is only one question that forms in her mind. One question that surpasses any of the other thoughts she’s managed to cope with over the last two months.
What have I done?
None of her previous attempts to move past this matter anymore, even though it’s too late, and there’s nothing she can do.
Three days later, Hermione is finishing up her night-time routine when there’s a knock on her door. She looks at the antique clock on the wall that reads 10:45. Her heart plummets to her stomach. No one calls this late at night with good news. She stands frozen in place, amazed that the glass of water in her hand hasn’t spilled to the floor as a result of her shock.
Another knock, and Hermione manages to lift her feet from the floor. She reaches over and sets the glass on the counter before pulling her dressing gown tight around her waist. The carpet feels thick and heavy, as if her feet are wading through mud and sludge as she makes the torturous trek to the door. Five steps feel like five thousand. She’s sure all of this has happened in a matter of seconds, but it feels like minutes. Maybe the caller will be gone by the time her eye reaches the peephole.
Her hope is instantly quashed when she peers through the tiny circle to see an older gentleman that she doesn’t quite recognize at first. He’s wearing an overcoat and tan bowler hat, and is looking down at a torn piece of parchment. A pair of cerulean blue eyes drift back up to the number on her flat’s door, and that’s when the familiarity hits Hermione like a muggle slamming into the brick wall that separates platforms nine and ten at King’s Cross Station.
She can feel the blood drain from her face as dizziness overcomes her. Falling forward, she clasps onto the doorknob to steady herself. The noise catches the gentleman’s attention.
“Er, Ms. Granger. Are you home? It’s very important that I speak to you. Please, I mean no harm if you’ll open up.”
Hermione struggles to find her voice to respond. Her hands are shaking so violently that she can barely latch on to the deadbolt that has been fastened for the evening.
“Oh, er, please forgive me. We haven’t formally met, but it’s Mr. Weasley out here. Ron’s father.”
Hearing Ron’s name gives Hermione the strength that she needs to click the deadbolt to the left as she manages to turn the door handle with her other hand. Pulling the door open, she slowly looks up at the elder Weasley.
“Is—is everything okay?” Her voice is raw and weak, and she’s sure the shock is the only thing preventing the tears from pooling in her eyes.
“Er, no, it’s not. May I come in?” His eyes dart around, as if he doesn’t want to discuss the matter out in the open.
Hermione opens the door wider to let him in and manages to shut it when he’s through the entryway. Her free hand fiddles with her wand that’s still inside her pocket—just in case—though she fears no imminent threat from Ron’s father.
"Ms. Granger, I’m sorry for calling so late. I wouldn’t be here at all, actually, if it wasn’t for Harry mentioning—ah, well, that’s no matter...”
Mr. Weasley is rambling, and Hermione has trouble processing his words. Her breath catches at the mention of Harry’s name, which draws Mr. Weasley’s attention to her, helping him get to the point of his late-night visit.
“Ron’s been gravely injured. He’s at St. Mungo’s now. They brought him in an hour or so ago. Molly and I met Harry and Ginny there as soon as we heard. He’s stable for now, but the Healers are unsure if it will hold.”
Hermione grasps the back of the couch to keep from collapsing to the ground. A sob bursts from her throat as the tears that threatened moments ago now spill freely down her cheeks.
“Wh-what happened?”
The words are spoken with great effort.
“We don’t have many details. The Aurors are still trying to clean up loose ends on the mission, but it sounds like the operation was successful thanks to Ron’s efforts. One of the target’s accomplices hit Ron with an unknown spell before he was caught.”
Even through Hermione’s own devastation, she can hear the tremor in Ron’s father’s voice. He’s scared, though he’s hiding it well as he continues to explain what he knows. There’s a sheen in his eyes as the moisture appears, emotions raw as he finishes bringing Hermione up to speed.
“Everyone was apprehended, and Ron appears to be the only one who got hurt. We should know more in the coming hours.”
Hermione can only offer a blank stare as she processes the information. His letter said it would be a dangerous mission. He didn’t sound as if he was hopeful that he’d come back alive. Or maybe he was hoping—no, don’t think like that. It was her fault that he’d gone in the first place. By some miracle, he was still hanging on, and the haziness of Hermione’s previous decisions about their relationship begins to give way. The fact that his father is there in her flat informing her has to mean something.
“Why are you here?”
It comes out harsher than Hermione intends, but after their less than amicable meeting at the gala, Hermione can’t be bothered with pleasantries. Even if his wife’s behavior was ruder than his own.
The older man pulls out a handkerchief and wipes beads of sweat off his brow as he sighs deeply.
“Ms. Granger—”
“Hermione.”
“Right, yes, Hermione. I am aware that we did not get off on the right foot. I’m sorry I never introduced myself on the night of the gala. We weren’t expecting Ron to have a date. I’ll admit that Molly and I were ignorant in the way we treated you that night, and for that, I am sorry. Nothing can take back our words, nor can it change the way others view you based on your blood status, but please know how wrong we were.
“Ron was devastated after you broke things off after the gala, and I suppose that was largely due to our behavior. It’s clear to us how much he loves you, and we don’t want to stand in the way of that. So, when Harry mentioned you had asked for news and wanted to come tell you, I insisted that I should be the one to see you. Please don’t let our ignorance stand in the way of your happiness.”
Hermione stands there, listening to Arthur’s apology. While she appreciates the olive branch, part of her can’t help but feel that it’s too little, too late, and a new wave of tears flood her eyes as she sees those exact words in Ron’s letter. She offers a curt nod to let him know she appreciates the gesture, even as her voice can’t find the words.
“I won’t keep you. I should be getting back, but Ron is in room 408. You are on the approved list as a family member if you decide you want to see him, and Molly’s agreed to let you stay with him if you’d like.”
Arthur gives a weak nod as he dabs his forehead once more before making his way to the door. It takes Hermione a moment to realize what’s happening, and as soon as everything processes, she’s pushing herself off the back of the sofa and calling out to Arthur.
Look at this heart shaped wreckage
What have we done?
We’ve got scars from battles nobody won
We can start over, better
Both of us know if we just let the broken pieces
Let the broken pieces go
“I’m coming! Please, er, if you don’t mind waiting. I just need to get changed—”
“Of course.”
Arthur offers a paternal smile as Hermione rushes into her bedroom and throws on the first thing she can find. She almost forgets to grab her bag as she throws on her coat and locks the door behind her.
Moments later, they’re entering St. Mungo’s, and Mr. Weasley leads the way through the main hall to the lifts. It’s only as the gate shuts that nerves begin to bubble up in her stomach. She’s been running on the adrenaline of the news, and now she can’t help but wonder how the rest of Ron’s family will react when they see her. Or, what’s worse, how Ron will react if and when he wakes up.
When. It has to be when.
As if sensing her trepidation, Mr. Weasley places a reassuring hand on her shoulder. The lift opens, and the first person she sees is Harry in the waiting room. Her feet gravitate toward him of their own accord, and when Harry sees her, he meets her halfway and wraps her in a tight hug.
“He’s going to be okay. He has to,” Harry whispers in her ear.
Hermione nods, forcing her brain to believe his words. When they let go, Ginny hugs Hermione next, which helps her feel more relaxed.
Maybe this isn’t so bad after all.
After one final squeeze, Ginny lets go so Hermione can follow Arthur down the hall to Ron’s room. He opens the door, and Hermione enters the sterile, white room. The most color she sees is his shock of red hair against the fluffy white pillow that’s cradling his head. Her heart begins beating faster as she spots his mum sitting vigil at his side.
Mrs. Weasley looks up to see the two standing there. A hard, stony look immediately sets on her face in defense before it softens slightly. She stands and walks over to Hermione. She knows that she’ll have a harder time winning over the Weasley matriarch based on this interaction, but if Ron wakes up—and will take her back—she’s willing to do anything to make it work.
“Let’s give her some privacy, Molly. The healers will call us in if he wakes up,” Arthur coaxes his wife out of the room as he gives Hermione one last reassuring smile.
When the door closes behind them, Hermione walks up to the chair Molly was perched at and takes a seat. She moves the chair closer to the bed as she observes Ron in his sleeping state. A tear slips down her face as her hand reaches out to take his. It isn’t cold, but it’s also not as warm as she’s used to.
“Please wake up. You have to wake up,” she pleads, choking back a fresh wave of tears.
I can’t find you in the dark
Will we get back to who we are?
And I can’t fix this on my own
Our love is still the best thing I’ve ever known
She’s not sure how long she sits there, watching his chest slowly rise and fall as he breathes. No matter how hard she tries, Hermione can’t look away, for fear that his breathing might stop if she does. She’s so focused on his chest, that she doesn’t see his eyes flutter open.
“Er-my-nee.”
His voice is breathy, with more rasp than she’s used to, but she’d have given all the gold in her Gringotts vault to hear her name on his lips again if she had to. He lifts the hand that she’s holding, and Hermione leans in closer to press her face into it.
“You came,” he whispers.
Unable to contain herself any longer, she lifts off the seat and leans over him, capturing his lips with hers. They’re cracked and dry, no doubt from being undercover in who knows what kind of conditions, but none of that matters. Ron’s alive, and he’s kissing her back.
Look at this heart shaped wreckage
What have we done?
We’ve got scars from battles nobody won
We can start over, better
Both of us know if we just let the broken pieces
Let the broken pieces go
“I’m so sorry.” The apology seems frail as she mutters the words against his lips.
His other hand reaches up to tuck her hair behind her ear and wipe the tears from her face. “It’s okay.”
“Don’t ever do something that stupid again.”
“Only if you give me a reason not to.”
Let the broken pieces go
Just hold on to each other tonight
“I will, I promise.”
She pulls away to look into his tired, bright blue eyes that carry the hope she feels in her chest.
“Does that mean…?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“I don’t know what life is going to throw at me, Ron, but I only want to take it if you’re by my side.”
“It’s about time you came to your senses.”
The hand that’s still cupping her cheek adjusts to pull her back to him as he does his best to crash his lips into hers for a searing, though still tender, kiss. His breath is hot as he groans against her mouth, solidifying their reunification. There’s an unspoken agreement to let the broken pieces of the past go.
Tonight, they’ll start over, rewriting the stars to match their love story the way it’s meant to be.
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