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dinadumas · 7 months

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I love the problematic of tomarry in time travel fics and now I'm going to explain why hehe

Let's take a look at Tom and Harry separately.

We have Harry who is 16~17 years old. Say what you will, but he's a sarcastic asshole. This is perfectly demonstrated by mama Ro in the books (like the moments when Harry interacts with the Dursleys and many others).

The first 11 years of living with muggles affected him in a bad way. Dumbledore is a good man, but I judge him for Harry's childhood. He grew up an intimidated and lonely child so his friends were the most precious people in his life to him. He treasures good people.

Fucking prophecy. Jesus. Harry had been trained since he was 11 years old to beat some crazy dude who talked to snakes. For an 11-year-old boy just entering the wizarding world, it was like a professional boxer's punch. For him, the wizarding world was a hope for a better life. Surprise Harry, I'm sorry. The beautiful fairy tale turned out to be a lie.

He developed a hero complex during his Hogwarts years. He was willing to die to destroy the horcrux inside him and give others hope for the death of the dark lord.

Well, and let's not forget the wonderful sophomore year when Harry was bullied for parseltongue. Surely that wasn't pleasant and left its own residue okay?

He's impulsive. Harry's a man of action. He does some shit first and then thinks about the consequences afterwards ahahahaha

And let's talk honestly, you ready for this. He absolutely has ptsd. I wouldn't be surprised if he sleeps with a wand in his hand, seriously. Harry has been tried to kill at least 4 or 5 times, his friends and many others have been killed and tortured. Because of his status as the chosen one, he blamed all the troubles on himself. Cerrick's death was also a blow. This episode is absolute hell.

Harry is a strong wizard. Like baby... a patronus at 13? That's crazy. I love that kid. All in all, Harry Potter is a tired ball of nerves with a dash of sarcasm peppered with powerful magic.

And, uh, we have Tom.

Tom at 16~17?

God help me.

He's a monster. In both good and bad ways. This punk literally being an orphan without any support has taken control of an entire slytherin house filled with pompous snobs and blood purity advocates. Himself. Tom... how? My props.

Can you feel the magnitude of his genius and charisma? His only weapons were his mouth, his brains and his looks. Oh, and magic. He was lucky in one way. Merope fell in love with a Muggle. Let's thank her.

Thank you.

Let's continue. The orphanage. Apart from the meager food and lack of heating, the orphanage isn't too bad because Tom could fight back against those kids, but 24/7, 11 years of living in hate does its job. Tom is cynical. He doesn't trust people at all. To him, they're either an obstacle or a means to an end. Manipulator? Yeah huh, that's Tom Riddle.

Let's not make him a demon. Let's look back to June, 1943. We know Tom didn't plan to kill Myrtle. It was an accident. That means that at the time he probably wouldn't have decided to kill her himself, but fate made its move and it happened. You could say it was the beginning of his downfall. Tom didn't care about other people's lives, but after June, all moral boundaries that held him back were erased.

We all know why he was chasing immortality. The war. He saw it with his own eyes. All those ruined streets and dead bodies. He heard it all with his own ears. The sounds of explosions and evacuation signals.

He was terrified of his own weakness before death and the prospect of being just another nameless body. And he had ambitions for the whole of magical Britain. Yeaah.

All in all, the tag magnificent creep describes Tom Riddle very accurately.

Now let's look at these two little punks together.

Boom! You feel that? Explosive mix.

They're a lot alike, so competing with each other is something special for them. It makes the blood in their veins flow faster. And given their history for Harry and the horcrux connection for Tom, it's a hell of a relationship.

But. Their morals. Even if they're similar in some ways, they're still too different. It's cursed. Seriously. Harry and Tom took their lives every day. But they did it in different ways, and that makes all the difference. Tom initially fought for a better life for himself, later it turned into an obsession to turn the whole ministry upside down. Harry also wanted a better life, but he also wanted the happiness of the people around him. He wanted to be surrounded by that happiness. Because...well, why would happy people want to harm him? Exactly.

Harry sees his happiness in others, he wants to share it with someone else while Tom uses other people's weaknesses to find the best place under the sun for himself.

That's what I see as the problem tomarry. It's the way they accomplish their goals. They want the same thing, but they do it in completely different ways and it leads to different results.

It's crazy. It's killing me.

Unfortunately every day of their lives would be a little war. Sure, it adds passion to their relationship but it also hurts them. Harry would never accept Tom's indifference to other people's lives, and Tom would never feel safe around Harry or be able to trust him completely.

I think we all realize that the foundation of a strong relationship is trust in your partner. In a moment of special intimacy when they both know each other very well they will absolutely not trust each other completely. After all, they know what their lover is capable of.

Tom: You annoy the hell out of me

Harry: ...

Tom: but I'm obsessed with you, go on.

#tomarry #harry potter #tom riddle #My English is poor #sorry #harrymort

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jmagnabo92 · 4 months

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What do you think of Molly and Hermione’s views or whatever you’d call it of Sirius during The Order of the Phoenix?

This is going to very critical of BOTH Molly and Hermione. Don't come at me if you don't like it, but feel free to politely discuss.

I am not a fan and think they're both being rather shitty and entitled for a number of reasons, different on both sides.

For Molly, while I understand how she spent however many years thinking of Sirius as a mass-murderer that lead to his BFFs demise (and we truthfully don't know how many years because at one point, it's stated that most people didn't know about his part in what happened to the Potters - but it came from Fudge and he's stupid, so...), we also know that she was told that Sirius was *innocent* of *everything*.

And I would be totally okay with her having issues wrapping her mind around it, EXCEPT she has *no issues* accepting Dumbledore's words when it comes to Snape despite his outward terrible recent behavior towards the kids, order members, and others, so it makes it *terribly shitty* to insist on treating *Snape, the active DE (even if he's a 'spy')* with respect because 'Dumbledore said he's on our side now' when he's acted like a shithead to the kids *for years* and continues to do so, but NOT TREAT THE INNOCENT MAN WHO HAS HELPED THE KIDS with things and who lost YEARS of his life to prison with the same decency and respect is shitty as hell.

And then, to make matters worse, she's only known Sirius for about a month (probably less) when she's living in HIS HOUSE - where he's PROTECTING HER ENTIRE FAMILY, and she's tearing him apart because he was at least emotionally abused (the Portrait of his mother is ENOUGH for her to know that he would struggle in that house) despite his efforts to support Harry and the Order and her family in this hot mess they find themselves in.

Despite knowing that he has very valid reasons for struggling - she talks down to him and about him, in front of him and his godson, undermining him when he was the ONLY ADULT to help Harry through the tasks, even though she was better equipped to help him and *didn't*.

With all of this in mind, I think it's shitty and entitled that she treats him and speaks about him the way she does. She never got to know him, she knows very little aside from a reputation that she knows is *false* and it's shitty as hell to judge him and not even TRY to make things easier on him. She's an adult that should be able to have some *fucking* compassion and just *doesn't* and it's shitty.

Fuck that was an essay. I have thoughts. And it's not even got references like my POA post.

Now onto Hermione:

So, Hermione was *there* the night that Harry met Sirius. She knows multiple things about him prior to OOTP, things like:

He offered Harry a home

He is fucking innocent of everything - proof with Her Own Damn Eyes that everything she knew was a lie and he's truly a good dude

He went to check on Harry and was watching out for him all of third year

Crookshanks Trusted him and So does Buckbeak (aka animals' good judgement of character)

He immediately reached out to Harry with the letter assuring him multiple things - like the fact that he gave the broom, that he watched out for him, that he wanted to protect Harry by getting himself seen so the Dementors would go away, and that he knows what's best for Harry ... giving him the Hogsmeade Slip, and a way to deal with the Dursleys (the threat of him was enough that that summer allowed him to do his homework and write his friends).

He wrote to Harry and offered advice when Harry expressed worry over *just a dream*.

He gave up his blissful freedom to 'fly North immediately' and supported Harry by LIVING in a Cave and Eating rats throughout the tournament when NO OTHER ADULT DID.

He was trustworthy enough to give them advice on other past war things and the dealings at Hogwarts while he did this. She even insisted Harry tell him things to get his advice.

That he has a good measure on things despite his imprisonment and whatnot.

That he thinks the measure of a man can be made by looking at treatment of his inferiors.

This last point is what I think turned her against him. She knows and understand enough (despite not being empathetic at times) to get why Sirius is the way he is in those few short weeks when her attitude changed. The ONLY reason I could see her completely disregarding her previous understanding of Sirius and his goodness and trustworthiness is because of Kreacher.

Hermione's stuck on the House-Elf thing and in fact, was thrilled when Sirius sided with her over Ron during the whole Winky/Crouch thing. And even though Sirius NEVER orders Kreacher to do anything other than leave his guests alone (and keep Order secrets) the fact that he has issues with Kreacher and isn't "Nice" to him is enough for her to change her view of him.

She thinks about that "measure of a man" statement from Sirius himself, and says, "you know what - you're right, you suck" - completely ignoring the legitimate reasons for Sirius' feelings and behavior towards Kreacher and the fact that he literally just wants to be left alone.

She adds that to Molly's words, and his increasingly depressive behavior and decides he's no good after all.

ALL of this factors into my view of her behavior, but I still think it's shitty. It's shitty that she, too, defends Snape (after the BS she's been a target of, not to mentioned witnessed for ALL FOUR YEARS OF SCHOOL, so far) and yet, immediately turns on Sirius.

It's shitty that she lives in HIS HOUSE and is talking crap to his godson - not just to Sirius, but Harry as well. How the fuck, do you look at your BFF and say 'oh the godfather you love so much - he's not trustworthy' never mind that he was the ONLY one there for you last year and he's all you have. It's shitty and uncalled for.

I, specifically, hate that she pretty much cons Harry into doing the DA and then Sirius is on board (for the right reasons) and backtracks because of this terrible and untrue idea that "Sirius is trying to live through them".

Hermione is not a voice for Sirius, she doesn't know shit about him, she doesn't write him or talk to him, and she barely spends any time with him. So like... where does she get off?

Anyway, this is long, but suffice to Say, I DON'T like their thoughts. I think they're 100% wrong and even though they can feel or think whatever they want about Sirius, it's rude as hell to say it to him or to Harry, AND to feel that way when he provided you a fucking shelter so you were safe for a year.

This was a fucking Essay, I apologize, I hope you like it.

#sirius black #harry james potter #Molly Weasley Critical #Hermione Granger Critical #OOTP #Kreacher #Jen's asks

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mrs-monaghan · 10 months

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the way this fandom have trouble with ANYTHING jimin related is sickening. First, the obvious mistreatment with all of jm's releases. Then, we have "ot7s" accusing focused jimin accs of being solos. When jm's fanbases organizes streaming parties and recomebacks, its hell on twitter. Now, that person who was the guide for the jimin tour on that harry potter place is being accused of being a tae anti. Why the hell people started to search her tweets about tae in the first place, even tho she has the little seven on her dn? Just because she saw jm and said he is the most precious human being? Btw, her tweets about tae werent problematic at all. She just metioned things that TAE DID, like his paris date with jennie. Some "ot7" started to say she was tae anti and boom, people believed it and taes solos started to send death threats to the poor girl. Just because she was saying that we should normalize the members being treated as the grown man they r, men that can make their own decisions. ADULT decisions. If she had been a guide to any other member, i wonder, would she receive this hate?

What the fuck is wrong with this fandom. Why, even the "ot7", have such a big problem with jimin? I really dont get it. I dont think its a exaggeration anymore when we say that the only real ot7s r the ones that have jimin as bias. When we see fake ot7, always is someone who have other members as bias, and that shades jimin. On the other hand, more and more we have jimin biased army becoming solos because of all this hate he receives. And i dont judge them. I mean, i dont like solos, but i can understand the urge to defende jimin of everything and everyone, because, in the reality, we can't even trust the people on our own fandom. This solo bts era is a mess, and i'm so sick of all of this. I'm happy members r happy discovering who they r as individuals, and i'm loving what they r showing to us. But i'm afraid this fandom is worse and worse everyday.

I remember when this lady got attacked. Best believe me and my friends were right there backing her up among other people who were doing the same. She got many DMs all telling her to kill herself simply because she said V is an adult and can smoke if he wants to. Their real issue was that she met Jimin and praised him for being the beautiful, kind human that he is.

This is why this discord is important. More people need supporters in their corner. When 50 tkkrs are attacking you it can be overwhelming and that's why people leave twitter. But if you have other people fighting them off and encouraging you to stay and block them, it can make someone feel better about having people in their corner.

This girl had back up and she's strong so she stayed. The vermin are the scam of the earth. And I for one I'm done watching them ran havoc and get away with it. My friends and I have been fighting them for months and we will continue to do so with or without people's support.

Of course it would be nice if more people joined us but if you let these big tumblrs get in your head just because, then things will continue like they have been and what good has that done? You can yap about Jimin abuse all day. You can shout at the rooftops about JK being used as a shipping tool by tkkrs. You can cry all day about Jkkrs getting attacked and ran out. And u can complain about ot7 accounts being tkkrs that allow Jimin to get dragged. But if you're not doing anything about it then what good does that do?

For everyone who has something to say about what we are doing; If you're not part of the solution, you're part of the problem. You can deal with things your way, that's fine. But if u don't want to join the fight then keep it moving. If you don't want anything to do with this then just, let, us, be.

Anyway anon. Chapter 2 has been a fucking mess. Makes me wonder what will happen when all of the Tannies enlist and the fandom is left without supervision. Then what?

Discord still here. All welcome.

#ask shaz #bts ask #toxic jikookers #Jikookers #the vermin #the fuckery #jikook

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dividawrites · 6 months

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Tagged by @cindle-writes 💕

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 44, but some are collabs

2. What's your total A03 words count? 403,445

3. What fandoms do you write for? Harry Potter

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A Future Without a Face (114k, complete)

What Happens in Vegas (14k, complete)

Pancakes (5k, complete)

I Could Send You to Hell, I Know You (6k, complete)

Oversight (21k, wip)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I used to, but I'm not really active anymore, and my inbox got too big, so I gave up. I do read and appreciate every single comment I get, though!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? How am I supposed to pick? Judging by the comments some have found the ending of Let Me in the Walls I Have Built Around You rather devastating. Or maybe To the Moon. I'm not a fan of boring marriage-kids-growing-old-together -endings so some people find everything I write sad and horrible. I write mainly Tom fics, and in most of them happy endings simply aren't achievable for him without ruining his character

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Uhhh.... depends what counts as happy? I guess all of my collabs are relatively happy. And What Happens in Vegas is probably one of my most popular fics because it's very light

8. Do you get hate on fics? Of course I do. But who cares

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind? What else is there?

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? To write a crossover I'd have to find another fandom I like

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don't know, I don't keep track of them

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes. I'm very flattered when someone wants to spend time and effort to translate my works, so thank you for these:

A Future Without a Face [Chinese translation by Aureus_1859]

A Future Without a Face [Korean translation by bear0730]

To the Moon [Korean translation by bear0730]

Let Me in the Walls I Have Built Around You [Spanish translation by Mixsys]

Let Me in the Walls I Have Built Around You [Chinese translation by Rowo]

In Just a Moment, You'll Be Mine [Chinese translation by Ocrane]

Generational [Chinese translation by AvinlIfol]

Till Death Do Us Part [Russian translation by io_mann]

Until Midnight Comes [Chinese translation by tyughb]

What Happens in Vegas [Chinese translation by withoutqueen]

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before? Multiple. Mostly with @duplicitywrites, and especially if co-writing means me writing some random shit and then throwing it to her, so she can make an actual fic out of it. She's a miracle worker, really

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? Tomarrymort

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? All the wips I currently have

16. What are your writing strengths? Funny porn I guess. Weird crack. I don't know. My Tom characteristics have been praised a few times because I don't pull punches. I enjoy writing flaws, and I'm not scared of making the main characters ruthless and possibly even unlikeable

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Writing

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I wouldn't add lines in my native language, and even less in a language that I don't speak well. In my opinion, lines that most readers don't understand do not add any value.

And I have to add that I have seen some words in my [small and therefore exotic] native language randomly dropped into a fic, and it makes the whole thing absolutely unreadable. Sorry, but it's too unexpected and just—well—awful.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Harry Potter is the only fandom I have ever written. Or even read tbh

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? I don't have a favourite. But I think Cloudy is my most underrated fic, along with A Mother's Love (but that's bella/delphi rarepair so I didn't expect it to get even this much attention)

#tag game

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hussyknee · 10 months

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I just needed to tell you that I love your comments on the harry potter post in defense for neurodivergent and disabled adults. (I’m anonymous because of people in my own community, including a close friend who reblogged that post)

I’m trans, im neurodivergent, i have anxiety any time I leave my home because of these two things and the last thing I wanted was to feel anxious in my own spaces because of the shit I enjoy

anyway I was really happy to see your comments. Thank you

I'm so glad it helped you! Thank you so much for telling me! I needed to hear that. The whole discourse triggers the hell out of me, so I just feel icky and embarrassed when I disengage, and begin to wonder what I'm missing that makes so many people I otherwise like and respect jump on this media-stigmatizing wagon. It's really hard to parse objectively because this stuff triggers the hell out of my OCD and CPTSD.

But that's exactly why I hang on so much to my principles and ethics– I can't rely on my feelings to judge what's right. I can't tell whether I'm being attacked or one of my beliefs are being challenged. So I keep going over the way I arrived at them–obsessively going over them–and it all checks out. But this one thing being treated like the exception to all the rules makes me feel like I'm being gaslit on my whole ethical process. It feels like stumbling around in the dark.

All I know is that I know one trans autistic person with OCD who has to deal with their own community policing and stigmatizing their special interest that's been a coping mechanism and defining fandom experience for them since they were a kid. I think I could manage to shut up more about the whole issue on my own behalf if I didn't know them, and realized how many others like them there must be. But even if they're the only disabled trans person that has to take the brunt of this unfairness, that's still one too many. And if it hurts people like us who have done nothing wrong other than being unable to detach from the safety of our childhood obsessions because of the way our brains are wired, then that's just ableist and unethical by every metric.

I'm so sorry your friend hurt you like that. I've broken up with some of my closest friends for the same reason. It's great to empathize with suffering people, but empathising selectively is profoundly ego-centric and self-serving. And if you can't explain how your own rules don't apply to a situation, it should be a warning that you're getting carried away on self-righteousness and the social media outrage machine.

#harry potter #asks #anon #knee of huss #social justice #purity culture

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distort-opia · 1 year

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Can you list out any enemies to lovers ships you’re invested in? It’s great to see we have the same taste. I also love Batjokes, Cherik, LLight, and Hannigram. I’d love to discover more.

All great ships to love! Ah man, my taste in other enemies-to-lovers ships runs from Ye Olde 2012 Tumblr days to Kdramas/Cdramas I would recommend with my dying breath, so I'll just... take you on a journey. Trying to limit myself to ships that lasted a while and for which I read fics for, and almost wrote fics for myself, yet somehow this still got super long (sorry).

But to start with the bigger ones... when it comes to other enemies-to-lovers ships that are well-known and quite big, I am also partial to Obikin (Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker), Silverflint (James Flint and John Silver), Wangxian (Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian), JWDS (Joowon and Dongsik), Thorki (Loki and Thor) and Harrymort (Harry Potter and Voldemort).

Obikin has more of the Cherik & Megop set-up; they had a very close relationship before one of them became the "enemy", ending up on opposite sides of a conflict. Don't know how familiar you are with Star Wars, but the recent Obi-Wan Kenobi show is just... so incredibly shippy. And angsty, and well-written. I fully recommend it. When it comes to Silverflint, it's a bit more complicated. They're not classical nemeses or part of fantastical worlds. It's more like Hannigram, in the sense that they're more grounded, darker. Flint and Silver don't get along, and then they do, and then they don't. It's such a complex, fascinating dynamic, and I recommend watching Black so so much. And man, I also recommend getting into The Untamed or any of its corollaries; the novel Mo Dao Zu Shi is the original, but if you prefer anime, there's also that. Lan Zhan and Wei Wuxian (Wangxian) are... complicated, in the sense they're not quite enemies-to-lovers (they never truly hated each other), but they also are, since they definitely were on opposite sides of a conflict and fought each other. The thing about Wangxian and The Untamed is that it's a tragedy at its core, but one that gets a second chance. It's rather unique in that, and heart-wrenching. Then there's JWDS from the Korean show Beyond Evil; it's the ship between Joowon and Dongsik, the main characters. You've got Joowon who literally starts out suspecting his police partner of murder, and Dongsik who's... well. A wreck of a man for multiple reasons, but a manipulative one. Their enemies-to-lovers arc pretty much happens in the show, and it's brain-rot inducing, ugh. Fully recommend it. (If you watch Beyond Evil and like it, tack on The Devil Judge and Strangers from Hell on the list as well. Very Hannigram-like dynamics in these, with Strangers from Hell being... speedrun Hannigram on steroids that's somehow darker.)

Now to get into the last two rather "problematic" ships :)) When it comes to Thorki, I guess it depends on what squicks you. Back in my youth (read: a decade ago) the ship was thriving, and while there were some pearl-clutching voices here and there, they weren't the majority. Now you're likely to get people going "oh my god?? incest??" even though Thor and Loki are not even the same alien race, nevermind of the same blood. You can only call it pseudoincest, since they did grow up together. But hell, even if they were real brothers, it's a fictional pairing that's harming no one; and enough said on this front, before I get annoyed. I loved both characters and their dynamic a lot... up to Thor: Ragnarok and everything since then. No idea how familiar you are with Marvel stuff, but basically the first Thor movie, Thor: The Dark World, and The Avengers (2012) are peak Thorki-- to me. And lastly, to get to Harrymort... [sigh]. Mentioning it because I definitely ship it, but my enjoyment of anything Harry Potter has been poisoned by JKR and recent events. I don't engage much with material anymore, but dammit, the fandom has some incredible novel-length fics that do these characters and their potential more justice than the author ever did. The quality of fic for these two is unbelievable, and I'm basically... a fan of fanon Harrymort, because I could write a whole-ass essay and then two books on top about how JKR completely failed with this dynamic in the books-- and I don't mean in any way romantically, but just as nemeses or parallels supposed to teach a lesson or send a message.

Anyway! My main enemies-to-lovers and most enduring ships are definitely Batjokes, Lawlight, Hannigram and Cherik (in this chronological order of emergence, hah). Out the other ships I mentioned, I most heartily recommend watching Black Sails, Beyond Evil and Obi-Wan Kenobi. Also, maybe you'd enjoy Interview with the Vampire and Loustat, which is very... Hannigram-coded and incredible to watch. And Killing Eve, which hinges on the Villanelle ship? I liked these two shows a lot, although they did not quite activate Hyperfixation Mode in my brain. Perhaps they will for you. If you get into any of these, hope you enjoy <3

#asks #personal

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trothplighted · 2 years

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What is the tragedy of Merope Gaunt?

ohhhhh boy.

(general tw for abuse and sexual assault, though nothing’s going to get explicitly discussed)

the tragedy of Merope Gaunt is that JKR wrote about a nineteen-year-old girl who was tormented for almost her entire life by her father and brother (including explicit on the page verbal and physical abuse), confined to the house, and kept out of school, and she wrote about that girl as if she were a weak-willed spineless idiot who didn’t love her son enough to stay alive.

I’m not exaggerating any of that.

Merope, in her introduction, is shown being shouted at and belittled by Marvolo and Morfin. She’s insulted, threatened, and revealed to have been kept from getting an education because her father believed she was a stupid Squib. when Morfin reveals that the reason he attacked Tom Sr. was because Merope had been looking at him through the hedges, both father and brother turn on her, attacking her and quite probably trying to kill her. She is the only character in all of Harry Potter to ever be called a slut, and that’s said by one of her own family, demeaning her. On top of that, she’s heavily coded in insulting ways by the narrator - her ugliness and deformities are emphasized, and she’s quiet and nearly nonverbal.

I won’t be quoting it directly, because it’s some of the most upsetting text in the whole of this series ostensibly aimed at children, but it’s all there in HBP. None of what I say is exaggeration. What I will quote is what happens next, when Harry and Dumbledore discuss her last years alive.

I won’t defend her entrapment and rape of Tom Sr., but I do want to say that she’s one of the most obvious examples of remorse after harm in the entire series. She stops dosing him with love potion, he abandons her, and she’s so horrified by what she did that she refuses to use magic ever again. She’s one of the few characters who does something bad and then genuinely morally grows - most of the people with a redemption arc in HP either go from “awful” to “still awful but with one or two okay qualities”, and characters like Sirius and Molly who potentially/canonically grew up in bigoted environments were just always Good People who knew the right way to act and never had to deprogram and deradicalize. Her choice to never use magic again shows that she knows what she did was harmful and wrong, and that she wants to change.

And how does Jo treat her, when she’s nineteen and penniless and scrounging for money and abandoned by her husband and by the wizarding society that took her father and brother away from her?

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. “Could you possibly be feeling sorry for Lord Voldemort?”

“No,” said Harry quickly, “but she had a choice, didn’t she, not like my mother —”

“Your mother had a choice too,” said Dumbledore gently. “Yes, Merope Riddle chose death in spite of a son who needed her, but do not judge her too harshly, Harry. She was greatly weakened by long suffering and she never had your mother’s courage. And now, if you will stand . . .”

She “never had [Lily’s] courage”. A possibly-illiterate possibly-disabled definitely-traumatized teenage girl whose first eighteen years were pure hell is criticized by two of the moral centers of the books for not being courageous enough when she was dying in childbirth, poor and alone and surrounded by strangers.

This is what I mean when I say Rowling’s works are prejudiced and problematic, and this is the kind of thing that makes me reject her moral framework and her conclusions about characters. Merope Gaunt was a victim who never learned how to live. She didn’t choose to die. She never got a choice. And I’m incredibly angry at JKR for making it seem like any of what happened to her was purely her fault.

#replies #abuse tw #assault tw #merope gaunt #troth’s meta #jkr can fuck right off #there that’s my critical tag

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liskantope · 2 years

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Spike Lee coined "magical Negro" specifically in reference to characters whose mystical wisdom merely lets them selflessly aid the white lead. (Think Uncle Remus, Bagger Vance, and Bruce Almighty's version of God. For a nonhuman equivalent, compare Harry Potter's Dobby.) It's not just a Black character with magical powers (hell, not every Magical Negro has literal magic), same way an MPDG isn't just a quirky woman. The characters you mention fit the bill from what I recall of the stories though.

To be fair, I haven't researched the origins of "magical Negro"; I've just heard it brought up and described from time to time. Judging by how badly concepts like "gaslighting" and "Stockholm's Syndrome" have been watered down over the years by the those who frequently invoke them, it's quite plausible to me that I was given the wrong impression about "magical Negro". But my understanding has been that characters with mysterious supernatural abilities have often been cast with black (or darker-skinned) people out of a motive to make them appear more exotic and foreign, or something like that.

(Another non-Disney example, which does still involve folklore characters shared by Disney, is Giancarlo Esposito playing the genie and the magic mirror in the TV show Once Upon a Time.)

#racism #film

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wellpresseddaisy · 2 years

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Use Any Means

Part 4

Andromeda had written about a child with no adult supervision, soon to be thrust into the glittering world of the ton. A boy barely grown with few to rely on and none who knew how to instruct him. A boy kept apart from his peers, who barely knew either world.

She wrote of his responsibility, how the English Blacks had never called on the House Prime for assistance. How Harry needed someone like him, someone experienced with both Society and teenagers.

She did not tell him that the boy was…pretty. She said he resembled his father, was practically a pattern card of him.

He could only imagine that English magical society had decided, in the wake of Potter's death, to forget precisely what he looked like. Oh, he wasn't an unhandsome man, but he'd looked so very...English.

Harry looked so little like his father once you got past that shocking bird's nest atop his head (hair too dark, he actually possessed decent cheekbones, not stocky enough, not tall enough) that he wondered if, perhaps, they'd all been struck blind.

Because under the blood (and he would get the tale of that) and the frankly revolting clothing, Harry James Potter looked like a Black. Possibly with some Prewett mixed in. Seen next to the two unmistakable Prewetts on the floor, there had to be some in his bloodline.

When he made his debut, there was no doubt that he would take the Ton by storm…if wished to. Small and lightly built, with that dark hair and piercing eyes…he'd put everyone's noses out of joint.

"Hello Mr. Potter. I'm Cadwaladr Du, the head of your House Prime. I'm here to be your new guardian." One could not stare all day, after all. And a familiar name might get the boy's wandering attention.

"Hello." Potter smiled myopically at him. "That's very kind of you. I'm afraid I can't stand at the moment as a screaming phantasm just exited my forehead. How was your trip?"

A girl about Potter's age on the floor with him (with the most impressively bushy hair he'd ever seen on a person) sighed and handed him a pair of glasses. He smiled blindingly at her and shoved them up his nose. She elbowed him, cocking her head toward the older Prewett.

"Er, may I present Mrs. Weasley? She was helping with the blood." That explained why she was crammed onto the floor with three teenagers.

The Prewett boy snorted and the girl just covered her eyes. She seemed to be muttering something.

"And, um, this is Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. They're my best friends. And her parents, Dr. and Dr. Granger are at the table. Remarkably unfazed by the screaming and phantasm and blood."

For the first time in his life Cadwaladr Du wondered if he had, perhaps, got in over his head. Potter leaned back against Weasley, seemingly exhausted by the introductions.

"It's very nice to meet you." The male Dr. Granger nodded at him from the table. "Once you've done a few jaw reconstructions post motorbike accident not much gets you. Hell of a shock, though."

Wonderful. Sensible people with senses of humor, judging by the way the female Dr. Granger covered her mouth, eyes sparkling with mirth.

Or possibly hysteria, given what may have happened.

"I can imagine. Madam, could I give you an arm? And then, perhaps, the whole party could repair to Black House for more in-depth explanations?" He helped Mrs. Weasley to her feet. "It's an honor to meet a daughter of House Prewett."

"Thank you, Mr. Du. I'm so happy that you're here for Harry. We…haven't had a chance to be back in Grimmauld Place recently." Mrs. Weasley began delicately. "It was not in good repair a short time ago."

"Did you enter through the non-magical side?" He asked, keeping his tone polite and deferential.

They weren't going to the house on Grimmauld Place, that had been a wedding present to Orion, mostly to keep Walburga from the more fashionable quarters of London, but so many forgot basic security measures. He'd have to order it closed up, though.

"The non-magical…oh, I should have known! We have a similar arrangement at home. Harry and Hermione, have you seen Magical London? There should have been a day out in your second year." Mrs. Weasley looked down at the trio.

Harry smiled beatifically on the world, probably a side effect of the blood loss, and Hermione looked puzzled.

"We've been to Diagon, Mrs. Weasley. With you."

"Oh, oh no, dear. Have I been so…I have and so has Hogwarts, apparently. I'm so sorry, Hermione." She sighed heavily. "We'll have to remedy that as soon as we can. Diagon Alley is not the whole of magical London, it's more of a shopping arcade we created to ease the transition. We have our own version of London if you go out the other end of Diagon and not through the Leaky. Hogwarts is supposed to make you familiar with the magical world."

Her tone did not bode well for Hogwarts.

"A magical version of London exists." Hermione's voice took on a flat tone that had Ron wincing. "I imagine, although no one has ever decided it should be mentioned, there is perhaps a magical version of England as well?"

"The whole world." Ron gulped.

"The whole world. I see. And when are the muggleborn or raised clued in to this? Not that it's terribly important at the moment as Harry needs to be off the floor, but it would be nice if we were told. I'm not blaming you, Mrs. Weasley. It isn't your job to do these things and you've been so good to us." Hermione pressed her lips together, physically holding back what she dearly wanted to say.

"We shall have quite a few things to discuss, it seems." Cadwaladr patted Mrs. Weasley's hand, realizing he still had it tucked into his arm. "Now, does anyone have a cloak? I don't think it would be quite the thing to carry a bloodsoaked Potter through any hallway."

Harry tried to shove himself off the floor with a weak "I can walk!"

"Do you imagine I'd let you, bloody as you are, even walk through the halls uncloaked?" Cadwaladr answered, crooking an eyebrow.

Harry's rebellion proved short-lived as he fell back almost immediately, flushing. Ron bumped his shoulder gently.

"I'm afraid you'll have to put up with the indignity of being carried, Mr. Potter. Miss Granger, Doctors Granger, would you care to accompany us? And Mrs. Wealsey? Do you have the time to at least take some tea? I understand you have a daughter on the train?"

Mrs. Weasley checked the time before agreeing to go. The doctors Granger held a near-silent conversation before Mrs. Dr. Granger smiled at him.

"We'd love to. We closed the practice for the day and I think Hermione might riot if we leave now."

"Excellent! We just need a cloak. My carriage awaits us round the back as the Floo is likely inactive." He organized them all as ruthlessly as he organized his own family.

Ron produced a slightly crumpled cloak from his bookbag; Cadwaladr wrapped Harry in it and lifted him easily (much too easily) from the ground; and the whole ridiculous procession made for the back of Gringotts accompanied by a goblin.

#use any means #hp the season/the ton au #hp the season au #hp society/the ton #harry potter #ron weasley #hermione granger #the doctors granger

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ladylilithprime · 1 year

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Writer questions: 10, 15, 20

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

I can safely say that there have been a few pieces that "haunt" me, that is that they have dug into my brain and poked and prodded at me and bothered me in their existence and execution, not because there was anything explicitly wrong with them, but just because they were not exactly what I was hoping for. (Usually because the focus was on one character to the exclusion of another in a way that felt very unsatisfactory and even like a disservice to the excluded character for whom I have equal affection.) And that usually means I end up writing one or more fics of my own where the theme is similar but plays out with the previously excluded character either "properly" included or even more centrally focused. (Look, I get it, some people just don't like certain characters for whatever reason, and that's fine for them. It's still going to bug me when they outright ignore a character or worse, write them so horribly out of character just for the excuse to shunt them out of the narrative, I'm sorry, I don't care how good the story premise is, you lost me and I won't be back. I'll go write my own version.)

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

Not as a matter of general practice, although I do have one full set of paperback copies of Harry Potter that's exclusively for just this purpose with highlighted spells or quotes and margin notes for reference when writing fics. Again, not as a matter of course except in the aforementioned paperback set of Harry Potter books where I dog-eared the important notes and highlights because I do not have time to flip through the whole damn book to find one spell. Yes, I do read in the bath, because baths are for relaxing in hot water and occasionally bath salts or bath bombs and I get a lot of relaxation from reading, though I'm obviously careful to keep my book (or phone) out of the water. I have answered why and why not. No, of course I don't judge others for whatever they do, it's their books and their time and process, though I would hope those people who write in margins or dogear book pages don't do that with library books since everyone is supposed to be sharing those. Yes, we can still be friends.

20. If a witch offered you the choice between eternal happiness with your one true love and the ability to finally finish, perfect, and publish your dearest, darlingest, most precious WIP in exactly the way you've always imagined it — which would you choose? You can’t have both sorry, life’s a bitch

Publishing. Finishing and publishing. I'm already married to someone who, if he isn't exactly my most perfect mate ever, he comes really damn close! And eternal happiness is something I'd never be able to trust in because life doesn't work that way. Problems crop up, arguments happen, and responsible relationship partners talk things out and work through the problems together so they don't stay problems for long. But guaranteed finishing that damned epic series and the assurance that it gets published? Sign me the hell up!

#writer asks #ask me stuff im procrastinating

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deathpalewoman · 2 years

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dear you.

Hello, i don't know who you are, your nationality, your ethnicity, your skin color, nothing, but what I want you to know is that this is a safe space, I will share my thoughts and maybe, who knows, we are going through the same thing.

Have you ever felt so much like crying and screaming but you can't?, but not because you don't want to, but because you know that you have to appear to be fine for others, because you prefer that nobody talk to you or ask you about it, well That happens to me too.

There is so much shit, in the world, everywhere, but have you thought that the most shitty and disgusting place in which no one would want to live is our mind?. Let's see it this way, the mind, the brain, controls everything, but we don't control them, well as far as we know, so then imagine how it should be for people who have depression or some other condition.

And I put it on the table because I have to live in my fucking mind every fucking day until I die, because scientifically my brain is so shitty that it generates something that the doctors call "depression", I mean, it is necessary to put a label to the emotions, feelings and thoughts that I have for things that I have lived? the answer is no, now you will wonder why not?, easy, because by having this label your mind automatically makes you feel different, it makes you feel out of place, in some way it makes you feel that, what you were before you knew what it was, you knew who you was, and suddenly having that label makes you feel that because of what happened to you no longer exists, the old you is not here, unconsciously it makes you think that you are not the same person and that is when the famous question comes in, who the hell are you?, and that is when we enter deeper issues that were not going to talk now.

to be honest this year I was psychically hospitalized because I tried leaving this plane, I felt tired, tired of wearing this mask of happiness, of pretending to psychologists that it was okay to stop going and just stay with the fact that I have depression and I have to live with it, and by telling you this I do not intend to look for your regret or that you feel bad for me, I just want you to know that I understand you, you are not the only ones out there with those shitty thoughts that make you feel different and sometimes incapable of certain things, I want you to feel free, that all the ties you have go away when you read my stupid texts, that you don't feel judged, that, that label that society put on you and you carry all the fucking day go away, like when you cried when dumbuldore died or snape confessed to harry in the harry potter saga and by that you felt so free, or like when you felt so identified when edward left bella in the middle of the forest alone and she past like four months looking at the window in twilight.

i'm just a stupid that wants to share his thoughts.

- with love, the death pale woman

#Spotify

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sergeant-angels-trashcan · 3 years

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things librarians judge you for:

saying the book came to you like that when clearly your dog chewed on it

trying to reshelve books on your own

yelling at us to get our attention

talking on your phone when we’re trying to assist you

yelling at non-management staff for policies they have no power over

asking for more time on the computer when the session has already logged you off, you needed to ask for that time 5 minutes ago

asking us to look something up for you by the call number. the call number tells you where it is. please just give me the title.

getting upset with us for anything COVID related

things librarians do NOT judge you for (unless they’re bad at librarianing):

reading erotica

using the copier incorrectly

not speaking english as a first language

being an adult and not reading grown up books

owing fines

liking romance novels

finding out your child’s card is blocked because they’ve been billed for books they’ve secretly been hiding behind their dresser

having books overdue

you liking graphic novels and comics

your CHILD liking graphic novels and comics. seriously. we just want them to read.

taking books off of a display

asking us to check and make sure we don’t have a book you returned (with COVID and quarantining books, more things are getting missed, so asking a librarian to do a shelf check is okay! but be nice. we are So Tired and Busy. if you say something like “if you’re busy feel free to check when you have time and get back to me” we will love you. we will probably be like “you’ve been nice so i’ll go right now”)

things librarians judge, but don’t judge YOU for:

James Patterson. Look. we all know everyone likes him. That’s great, we love that people read because of him! But we do judge James Patterson as an entity. He’s got so many goddamn books. they take up so much goddamn space. james. jimmy. jimsicle. just. stop putting your name on things, please, we are begging you. liking james patterson is Valid. BEING james patterson is not valid.

#librarian things #tales from a part time librarian #i don't know how else to explain the patterson thing #like legit we understand that people like him we appreciate that #we don't judge people for loving him #but almost every one of my coworkers will see jp's 10 fucking shelves and be like Why did I Deserve This #it's like. how can i explain this #it's like supernatural. people who love supernatural are cool. enjoying supernatural is valid. but also the turbohell show is Not Valid #no okay dumb i've got a better one #it's like. not judging people who like harry potter. but judging the HELL out of rowling. it'sl ike that #except jp isn't problematic afaik just irritating

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drarrily-we-row-along · 3 years

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Day 125.7 Accidental Bonding (Part 7)

(You can start at Part One, if you’d like.)

The whole entire day had sucked.

Harry sat in the corner of the muggle pub he'd wandered into (because it was close to Draco's house and they'd come here for drinks and dinner once and Harry had made him laugh so hard he'd snorted) nursing a scotch (because that's what Draco drank and it made him think of books and coziness) and he wished.

Merlin he wished that he was with Draco right now instead of sitting all alone in this stupid pub.

He glanced up when he heard the tingle of the bells above the door and watched in shock as his two best friends walked in. Harry blinked in surprise, sitting up straighter. "What?" he managed when they clapped eyes on him and made a beeline for his table. "What are you doing here?"

"Like we would be anywhere else when you are obliviously having an emotional breakdown," Hermione replied as she draped her coat over the back of her chair and sat down next to Harry.

Ron slid into the seat across from him, "You really weren't yourself at training today," he added apologetically.

"But how did you find me?" he asked.

Hermione held out her mobile, "You left your 'find my friend' active, so I tracked you."

"I didn't even know that was something people could do."

She nodded, "You learn something new every day," she replied flippantly. "Now tell us. What's going on?"

"Nothing," he said, probably too quickly.

Definitely too quickly if Hermione's expression was anything to go by. "You're drinking scotch," she said, as though that was damning evidence.

(Read more below the cut)

"And?" he asked petulantly.

Ron cleared his throat, "Just, we're here for you, mate," he said. "If there's something you wanted to talk about. We're not going to judge you." He reached across the table and patted Harry on the shoulder, "We just want you to know we love you."

"Okay," Hermione said, "Yes, that, but," she added, "We also want to know what the bloody hell is going on with you and Malfoy."

"Hermione wants to know," Ron said, narrowing his eyes at her, "I'd be glad not to know. If you don't want to talk about it."

"Ronald-"

Harry laughed, he couldn't help himself, and his best friends both looked at him apologetically.

Ron said, "You know you can tell us anything, right?"

"I think I might be in love with Draco Malfoy."

Ron sighed, "I was afraid you were going to say that. I'm going to order a drink and then you can tell us all about it."

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Harry spent the next hour talking about Draco, going through the way things had started, to how things had developed, to the way they ended that morning.

"Are you sure he doesn't feel the same way?" Hermione asked.

He nodded miserably, "He told me this morning that he felt the same as he did before the bond."

"He could have been lying," Ron offered.

"I don't think so," he replied, "I've gotten pretty good at detecting when he's not being truthful."

"And you've been checked to make sure there are no traces of the bond left?"

"Yeah. I went to St. Mungo's after work. Apparently I should have been feeling the affects of the bond lessen for the past week or so," he added bitterly. "She ran a thousand diagnostic spells and there's nothing detectable."

"Do you think-" Hermione broke off and bit her lip.

"What?"

She tucked a curl behind her ear, "Do you think it's possible that he liked you before the bond?"

"What? No," he said, shaking his head.

"Right but hear me out," she said, "why would he have asked you to stay for breakfast if he hated you?"

"He didn't say he hated me, he said-"

"That he felt the same as before the bond," she finished.

Ron nodded, "She makes a good point, mate."

"That's impossible! He was just as upset about the bond in the beginning as I was," he protested.

"But was he upset for the same reasons?" she asked.

He sucked his lower lip into his mouth.

"And he did seem pretty..." Ron trailed off.

"Besotted?" Hermione offered and Ron nodded.

"When you brought him with you those times to dinner with us," he finished.

Harry frowned, "No he didn't."

"No offense, mate, but you couldn't see how he was looking at you," Ron said.

"Ron's right," Hermione said, "For all we know he's liked you all along."

"For all we know," Harry argued, "he has hated my guts and that hasn't changed." He shook his head, this wasn't helping, "Let's talk about something else," he said.

Mercifully, his friends dropped it and Hermione started to talk about her day and the law she was trying to push through.

But when they were getting ready to leave Hermione said, "Don't you think you should say something to him?"

"What?" he asked incredulously. "No, I do not think I should say something to him. Are you insane?"

"But the worst case scenario is that he confirms that he hates you, isn't that better than not knowing?" she asked.

He didn't know how to answer her, so he just settled for letting himself be pulled into a hug instead.

"Just think about it," she whispered in his ear and he nodded.

"Come to the burrow for dinner on Sunday," Ron added, giving him a hug, too. "Mum's been missing her favorite son," he added with a wink.

They left the pub and headed toward a little back ally to apparate home. Ron and Hermione went first, and then Harry went; closing his eyes and turning before he was sucked through time and space.

But when he opened his eyes again, he wasn't at his house; he was standing at Draco's front door. He blinked and then Hermione's words rang through his head isn't that better than not knowing?

Without his conscious permission, his hand reached up and knocked on Draco's door. And then he immediately panicked, reaching for his wand as he decided to just apparate away.

Before he could manage it, the door was swung open and Draco said, "yes?" before he caught sight of Harry. Draco's eyebrows shot up and he said on a surprised breath, "Harry."

And it was Harry's undoing.

Draco had called him many things: prat, scarhead, idiot, wanker, Potter, and a thousand others. But he had never used Harry's given name before.

"It wasn't just the bond," Harry finally managed.

"Sorry?" Draco asked, tugging the sleeves of the hoodie he was wearing down so they covered his hands.

Harry blinked, "Is that my hoodie?" he asked, momentarily distracted.

Draco looked down at himself, then back up at Harry pure panic in his eyes, and Harry did the only thing he could do.

He stepped up the final step into Draco's house and kissed him. Harry cupped Draco's face in his hands and molded their mouths together the way he'd been aching to do for weeks.

And Draco immediately melted into the kiss, wrapping his fingers through Harry's hair and holding him close, lining their bodies up fully. "What?" he managed when they broke apart to breathe.

"It wasn't just the fucking bond," Harry said. "Circe. It is so nice to say that. It wasn't the bond," he repeated again because it felt so damn good to get those words out.

"Harry-" Draco said, his voice calm and collected, and Harry knew he was going to try to say something practical, something reasonable but he couldn't stop himself from interrupting.

"Say it again," he begged.

"What?" Draco asked, brow furrowing.

"My name."

Draco's face softened, "Harry," he murmured.

"Godric, Draco," he managed as he swooped back in, pressing the other man back against the wall and snogging him desperately, pouring all of the longing and the aching that he'd been feeling for weeks into the kiss. One hand held his jaw while the other cupped his waist and Harry was flying.

"Harry," Draco groaned into the kiss before he put his hands on Harry's chest and pushed lightly.

Harry took a step back, panting.

"Wait," the other man said. "Just," he shook his head. "Wait a second." Draco scrubbed his hands over his face, "Why are you here?"

"I didn't mean to come here," he said. "I meant to apparate home but I ended up on your doorstep because all I've been able to think about all day is you."

"Right," Draco said, nodding once. "Yeah. We need to get you to St. Mungo's. Obviously the bond has-"

"It. is. not. the. bond," Harry repeated, resisting the urge to shout it but only just.

"This isn't right," he said, shaking his head.

"Do you not feel the same about me?" Harry asked, "Should I not have kissed you? Sorry-"

Draco held up a hand, "Of course I feel that way," he said with a self deprecating laugh.

"But why-"

"Because I felt this way before the bond," he said.

Harry huffed, "Why is she always bloody right?"

"Who?" Draco asked, scowling in confusion.

"Hermione."

Draco rubbed his forehead, "Honestly." He blew out a breath and brushed the thought away, "Right. The point stands, we need to get you to St. Mungos-"

"I've already gone," Harry protested, "because someone kept telling me that everything I was feeling was because of the bloody, stupid bond."

Draco froze, brow furrowing in confusion, "You've already gone to St. Mungos?"

"Yes," he affirmed. "And I am fine. There is no trace of the bond anywhere-"

"It's messed with your mind-"

"Draco," he said, stepping closer and clasping his shoulders. "It's not the bond." He took a breath and let the words hang in the air. "It's me, okay? I am in love with you."

"You're not."

Harry threw his hands up in the air, "Stop it!"

"But Potter this is ridiculous."

"Don't," he said, voice low but firm. "Do not go back to calling me Potter, Draco, so help me."

The other man took a breath, then another, "Okay. We need a minute," he said. "I need a minute." He marched past Harry into the kitchen, "Tea?" he asked.

And no, Harry really didn't want any bloody tea but as he didn't seem to be any closer to getting what he did want, he sighed, "If you insist." As Draco set about making tea, pulling down Harry's favorite mug, Harry said, "Can I ask a question?"

"You have questions?" Draco asked with a dry laugh, "A moment ago, it seemed I had the monopoly on questions."

He huffed, "Why won't you believe me?"

"Because-" Draco started to snap before pausing and taking a breath, and Merlin Harry loved him even more. He carefully poured the hot water into their mugs and then he said, "because you didn't feel this way a month ago, the bond happened and planted artificial feelings, and now you have different feelings."

"Okay, first," Harry said, "The bond planted physical urges," he said. "I still hated you for at least the first two weeks, even if I wanted to touch you." He shook his head, "Not in a pervy way."

The corner of Draco's mouth twitched and something eased in Harry's chest.

"The feelings came later," he said, "After I realized how," he broke off searching for the right words, "fantastic you are. After I got to know you, I realized how many amazing things there are about you and I wanted to spend time with you. Not because holding your hand felt good but because you make me laugh, and because you're kind, and because you are so interesting," he said.

"Harry," he said softly, uncertainly.

"And I know it's scary," Harry assured him, "I'm completely terrified. But I also know that I have never felt as happy, and safe, and cared for as I have the past two weeks with you. And if you'd just give me a chance, I-"

Draco lunged across the island, grabbing Harry's lapels in his hands and crashing their mouths together.

"Mmrph," Harry managed before kissing the other man back, gentling Draco's frantic kissing until he could press love into his lips.

"You," Draco said when he pulled back, "Are the worst."

"What?" Harry asked, even though he couldn't help but laugh.

"How dare you leave me this morning telling me that you felt the same as you did at the beginning of this? How dare you not even stay for breakfast?"

"To be fair," Harry said, leaning across the island to steal another kiss, "You said you felt the same first."

"Yes well, bravery is your house's thing, not mine."

"I'll tell you I love you before I leave every day," he promised.

Draco stared at him, "Don't say things like that if you don't mean them."

He reached out and took Draco's hand in his, "I mean it." After a heart beat Harry cleared his throat, "So, since we're being honest, I have really enjoyed not sleeping alone the past month."

There was a pause as Draco's eyes searched his, "Are you asking if you can move in?" Draco asked.

He shrugged one shoulder, "If you wouldn't mind. We wouldn't have to," he bit his lip, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed, "You know, do stuff," he said, "If you don't want to. Just," he scratched his beard, "you keep the nightmares away."

Draco's lower lip protruded and his eyes looked suspiciously bright, "You can't just say things like that!" he exclaimed. "Merlin, Potter, you don't do anything by halves do you? You absolute nutter."

He came around the other side of the island and pressed a kiss to the tip of Draco's nose, "Harry," he corrected.

"Harry," Draco repeated, breathing love into the word, rubbing his nose up the side of Harry's. "Yes, of course you can stay, you sap."

Harry wrapped his fingers in the stolen hoodie and pulled Draco closer so he could kiss his petal soft lips again.

"Harry?" Draco murmured into the kiss.

"Mmm?" he asked as he trailed kisses from the corner of Draco's mouth along his jaw.

Draco tilted his head back to give him more room to maneuver, "What if I said I did want to do stuff?" he asked.

Harry pulled back and Draco whined. "Do you?" he asked.

"I'm asked you first," he replied.

He grinned, "I would be very open to stuff. If you are."

"You should probably take me to bed, then," Draco replied, pulling Harry back in to kiss him, "And get me out of this hideous, whatever-you-called-it."

Harry laughed and dragged Draco out of the kitchen and back to the bedroom, leaving their half drunk tea to grow cold.

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True to his word, Harry stayed for breakfast the next morning and told Draco 'I love you' before leaving for the day.

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(Part 6)

#drarry #fin #100 drarry drabbles in 100 days #part 7 #happy ending #as promised #idiots in love #resolved pining #drarry drabbles #drarry ficlet #drarry fics #auror partners #love #accidental bonding #it was not the bond

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shadowsinger11 · 4 years

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Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Requested by anon: Could you do a Fred Weasley imagine where he falls in love with Harry’s younger sister. (Maybe a after the war where he lives)

Word Count: 3.3k (my hand slipped oops)

Genre: Fluff, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining etc.

Warnings: Slight innuendo, Fred being cute and hot simultaneously

Tags: @self-ship-love @susceptible-but-siriusexual @hufflexpuff @neovannii @jenniweasley @elf-punk @heart-of-tempered-steel @itseatyourdamnapples

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Ottery St Catchpole, Devon, England, July 16, 2000

It was a chilly Sunday evening. The summer air buzzed with excitement and the tender aroma of magnolia as tiny white and pink petals were gracefully falling from the huge cherry trees, carried by the light breeze. Twilight painted the horizon in liquid gold and fiery red, soon followed by mellow shades of dark blue that brought countless sparkling stars.

It was getting the slightest bit colder, but it did not matter; nothing else mattered but the loud cheers and cheerful music, celebrating the official bond between a Potter and a Weasley under the wide night sky.

You couldn't have been happier for your older brother, Harry, who was currently dancing with Ginny, his now wife - now and for the rest of his, hopefully, but not really likely, peaceful life. For the longest time you've been wondering how he'd always manage to get into trouble even as a small First year with no experience in the wizarding world whatsoever. Or, perhaps, that was the exact reason as to why evil-battling and rule-breaking were such common practices when hanging out with him.

However, there was no fighting that day. There was no room for worry and fear when the entire Weasley family and their loved ones were gathered on the clearing in front of the Burrow, chatting, laughing, dancing, singing, drinking, celebrating and living for what seemed to be the first time since Lord Voldemort's fall. Danger was practically nonexistent in that blissful moment which was frozen in time, once having looked agonizingly distant and impossible to hope for. But that dream was no longer just a foolish fantasy to heal wounded hearts. It was there, and it was happening in the most beautiful way imaginable.

And suddenly, all those clichés of a married life weren't even clichés. They were simply humble wishes of people who had witnessed far too many horrors in such a short period of time, and only craved stability among the massive chaos. So when you glanced at Ginny, a twirling blur of flaming red hair and a gorgeous wedding dress, you didn't feel the need to comment on how banal the color white was. You genuinely smiled, admiring the pure, exuberant joy, visible in her eyes and scarlet cheeks. Harry looked just as, if not even happier than his wife, dancing in the ridiculous but wholehearted way that only he could, and old memories of him winning the golden egg, training Dumbledore's Army and kissing Ginny in the common room for the very first time flooded into your mind.

It had truly been a long time since you had seen Harry careless and free like that.

You yourself had spent an ungodly amount of hours preparing the yard for the ceremony all day; rearranging chairs, decorating, making sure everything was going by schedule, only to then dance your tired feet off, and though you wanted to continue having fun with Hermione, Luna and the rest of the girls waiting for you, you really needed a break. And a drink.

Excusing yourself to leave the particularly interesting conversation you were having with distant Weasley relatives, you slipped off your black flats that, despite looking absolutely stunning, hurt your feet terribly after an entire day of fussing over the color of napkins and flower bouquets. Barefoot on the grass, you walked over to a chair next to a table which seemed to have been occupied, but judging by the mostly empty glasses and plates, the guests weren't coming back anytime soon.

You tossed your shoes aside with a sigh and rushed to rub your aching toes, hissing from how sore they were.

How has Ginny been dancing like that for hours?

"Enjoying the party, I see?" a familiar deep, slightly husky voice commented, causing you to look up.

It was none other than Fred Weasley, dear friend from childhood, staring down at you, his ever-present charming smirk resting on features and hands shoved into the pockets of his dragonskin suit. But it was his flaming red hair that made your eyes widen - it was carefully smoothed back, shining under the moonlight like liquid iron.

Fred's eyes still contained their famous, loveable mischief, except now slightly tamer and calmer. His firm biceps had visibly grown in size, stretching out the fabric of his coat just a bit to give you a prominent silhouette that caught you off guard.

It had been two years; he had changed so much.

And you were afraid to admit you had too.

You blinked in surprise, processing his uncharacteristically sophisticated appearance before realizing what he had asked you.

"Would've enjoyed it far more if my legs weren't killing me," you groaned half-heartedly and leaned back on your chair. "What's with your hair?"

"What's with your feet?"

"I asked you first," you cut him off. "I bet Ginny is responsible for this."

"Actually…" Fred trailed off, and, whether on purpose or not, ran a hand through the ginger locks to keep them in place, unaware of how you suddenly wished the hand doing the graceful motion wasn't his. "Mum insisted that I looked my best. What can I say, it's not like George and I usually listen to her, but we thought we'd make an exception this time; our sister doesn't get married every day. But honestly, Ginny couldn't care less about how we looked as long we showed up."

"So like usual, you mean?" you giggled. "Showing up is an achievement for you even if you're underdressed?"

Fred beamed, pearly white smile complementing his formal outfit. You wondered if he used that exact smile to effortlessly allure costumers and business partners at work.

He rested an elbow on the table as he leaned forward.

"Come on now, darling. I know you find my messy hair irresistible either way."

His cockiness only caused you to laugh, though Fred was quick to spot the flash of nervousness in your eyes; it brought him immense pride to know he was the one to turn you from confident to adorably bashful and flustered in the matter of seconds.

He was looking at you intensely, expectantly waiting for you to deny his flirty accusation despite your shyness.

"Nah, Weasley. It only reminds me that even at twenty-two you still do not know how to use a comb."

Fred's eyebrows shot straight up to his hairline, mouth agape. For the first time, he actually needed a second to form a reply.

"Didn't see that coming, I give you that. Courageous one, you are."

Your heart fluttered with joy and you openly grinned, shrugging in half-hearted humbleness.

"Perhaps I am."

Speaking to him felt unusually energizing, as though you had jumped headfirst into a chilly lake. It was unfamiliar and it set your nerves on fire, causing your stomach to twist and turn with sensations that left you dizzy, but unbelievably thrilled. And you wanted more of it, you wanted more of him.

"Fancy a drink?" Fred offered, already pouring champagne into a glass before handing it to you, and you keenly took it.

"Thanks, I've been thirsty with all the preparations I was doing."

"Is that why your legs are killing you?"

"Exactly, I've been running around all day, making sure everything was in order… you know, a lot of organizing and the like."

"It must hurt quite a bit then," Fred commented with a pained grimace. "But I absolutely get you, Georgie and I are just like that when it comes to the shop. It's a lot of accounting if I'm being honest, though I admit he's way better at it. We need to be completely precise; we can't allow any mistakes."

"Woah," you laughed. "Control freak much?"

He wettened his lips, never breaking eye contact.

"Perhaps I am."

You tilted your head to the side, gaze piercing into his in hopes of finding out what those gorgeous brown eyes were hiding. The tiny playful flames in them were eloquent.

Shifting slightly in your seat, you smoothed out your bridesmaid dress and raised your glass, the ghost of a smirk playing on your lips.

"Cheers to us control freaks then."

Fred mirrored your smug expression and your glasses met with a clink. The bubbly liquid tingled your throat, undoubtedly refreshing you and cooling you off. You glanced at the people dancing in the centre of the clearing and giggled - Ginny had apparently thrown away her white shoes long ago, bare feet stepping elegantly on the grass.

"You see, I'd like to chat a bit more with you, but I'm afraid it's a bit too loud here. What about we go to the pond across the field?" Fred suggested, pointing at the woods behind his back. You had visited them countless times when staying with Harry at the Burrow during holidays years ago; the tall trees and the glistening waters had never ceased to bring you comfort.

The noise started to become bothersome, and you felt it even more necessary to continue your conversation somewhere private, the unknown causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. Fred's presence could only be compared to a shot of whiskey, or the sensation of anticipating a tidal wave to crash into you in less than a second. It was wild and the tiniest bit terrifying, but oh so tempting as it pulled you in.

"I'd love that, but… you know," you grinned and playfully swang your sore feet. "Can't really walk."

But this didn't at all seem like a problem to Fred Weasley who only shrugged and stood up, "You don't have to. I'll carry you."

"Merlin, no! Please, it's not necessary."

Fred frowned, but his confused expression was soon replaced by an amused one.

"You said it yourself that your feet hurt like hell. And even if carrying you around isn't necessary, it doesn't mean I don't want to."

You attempted to tame the butterflies.

"No, no! You seriously don't have to, I promise," you frantically protested as you held up your hands in front of you to reassure him, but he only gave you a weird look. "I can walk on my own. I'll be too heavy for you."

"There's only one way to find out."

Fred walked over to you and leaned down, one hand sneaking around your waist and the other slipping under your knees. You shrieked in terror, arms flying to clutch at his shoulders, and heat rose to your cheeks from the abrupt contact. Your chests were pressed together, and you were afraid he'd be able to feel your racing heart. His skin was warmer than you had thought, and it successfully fought off the night summer chill.

"Are we going?" Fred whispered down at you, lips so close to yours that you recognized the nuance of champagne in his breath, mixing unbelievably well with the scent of cinnamon and sandalwood of his cologne.

Not only is he sinfully attractive, but he smells heavenly too?

"Yes," you breathed and let Fred effortlessly walk across the meadow with you in his arms. They brought this new, odd, yet familiar sense of security, and you allowed your head to rest against his chest, nervous gaze wandering off into the distance in hopes of not meeting his. Nevertheless, curiosity eventually took the best of you, and your eyes would occasionally flicker to his, which were now completely black under the night sky. They could swallow you whole, you swore.

Minutes later, you found yourselves in the company of old, enormous willows which surrounded the pond you so vividly remembered from your teenage years. You thanked Fred as he carefully let you down, and took a few steps forward to look around and drench in the misty moonlight that enveloped the area. The waters were crystal clear and completely still, reflecting the moon and its majestic silver glow. The bushes had grown significantly over the time you were away, and you fondly looked back at the moments when you would pick up colorful wildflowers in the summer before your fourth year.

"Shall we sit?" Fred asked quietly from right behind your shoulder, and you followed him with a nod. You found a comfortable spot on the fresh grass to sit, a few feet away from where the water met the soil and moved back and forth ever so slightly.

"It's more beautiful than I remember," you noted, lips curled up in a barely visible smile. Fred hummed in agreement.

"That's why I always make sure to come here every chance I get when I return. But, unfortunately, that's very rare in my case."

For a moment, there was only the chirping of crickets and the soft bubbling of water.

Fred turned to you.

"Remember when mum used to call for us to de-gnome the garden and we'd hide here? We could stay in the bushes for hours before we eventually came back," he recalled, seeming deep in thought. It was an extraordinary sight; for once the playful spark in his eyes was more mellow, there was no cockiness seeping into the way he was holding himself. He was just Fred, the man who was currently thinking with so much adoration and love about his childhood, the most significant memories of it being marked by you.

You wondered, given you ever had the chance to spend with Fred as much time as your older brother did, if the charismatic prankster would have fallen for you like you had done. You wondered, given the chance you had let Fred get to know you better all those summers ago, if his heart would have belonged to you by now just like yours did to him.

Had you possibly missed your chance?

"Oh, I do," you sighed, the tension in your chest vanishing as warm nostalgia crept in like an old friend. "I also remember when I got this really bad nightmare that night. I was so terrified that you took me on a ride with your broom in the middle of the night to cheer me up."

"That's true! My parents don't know about it to this day," he replied smugly. "I can still hear you screaming like a lunatic."

You jokingly smacked his arm, "I was twelve!"

Fred's grin grew wider.

"Excuses…"

This only caused you to stare at him in disbelief and cross your arms, managing your most serious expression, but Fred was aware you were on the verge of failing to keep your stern facade. He squinted his eyes as a teasing attempt to provoke you, smile threatening to split his face in two.

"Alright then, that's enough about me," you announced, and Fred nodded in mock agreement as he studied your playful pretence. "If you're so much better than me, Mr Darcy, what else do you do aside from stealing ladies away?"

"Stealing their hearts," he said confidently, flashing you a seductive smirk, reserved only for special girls back in your Hogwarts days. You giggled, finding his antic utterly ridiculous, but you hated to admit that it still turned your blood into liquid fire. Fred apparently saw right through you, because when your eyes landed on his, they appeared completely dark once again, but, you suspected, for a reason other than the lack of light.

Your throat went dry, and you found it hard to swallow down the lump that cut your breath short.

He ran a hand through his ginger hair as he began to explain, "I'm kidding, you know. But to answer your question, George and I have been working on this potion that should be able to change the color of the eyes and hair. Fun for those who enjoy experimenting with their appearance, but it can also be useful to the Ministry. They're actually going to send a team of a couple of aurors to visit us next month so we can update them on our progress and negotiate the details."

"Wow! That's certainly exciting!"

"Is it? I mean, it probably is, but I've been having second thoughts lately if I'm being honest." He scratched the back of his neck, and you realised you had only witnessed him being anxious when it came to his greatest passion. "I'm afraid we might not be done on time, there's still plenty left to improve."

You put a hand on his shoulder to get his attention, and said, "I'm sure you'll figure it all out eventually. Keep working as you normally do, try not to stress too much over the deadline, and even if things go wrong at some point, don't go too hard on yourself. It wouldn't take away any progress you've made so far."

Fred's body relaxed just a bit and he looked down at you. He couldn't deny the sense of serenity that he felt only when he was with you. Even as a careless young boy, he was able to pinpoint the way his midriff would clench every time you'd laugh at his jokes or ask him to play with you, without knowing what it all meant.

But now, as a grown man, he had a word to describe the bittersweet fire within.

"You know what?" He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "I could really benefit from having someone like you around to give me motivation."

"Motivation, huh?" you raised an eyebrow, fighting back a smile. Fred sneaked a hand around your waist and pulled you closer.

"Yes, motivation."

"Motivation for what?"

"Marketing strategies, work projects…" he shrugged nonchalantly, "...among other things."

You quickly caught on, suddenly becoming way too self-aware of the way you were practically cuddled into Fred's side, hand resting on his shoulder while his were wrapped around your waist. But his shining confidence seemed to rub off on you, because you asked.

"What's with you offering me a job all of a sudden?"

His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth as he took his sweet time devouring you with his darkened gaze. You didn't know whether you wanted to hide from it, or expose yourself even further to the way it burned its way straight to your core.

"Well…" Fred dragged out in his low, hoarse voice, and caressed your cheek with his thumb before slipping it under your chin to guide it towards his face. You could nearly taste the remaining flavour of champagne on his lips. "I've certainly been feeling…"

Fred went quiet as he got lost in the way you fit so perfectly in his arms; you had always meant to be there, he realised. His mouth crashed into yours, hands tightly gripping your waist, and you let out a gasp. Fred's lips were soft, although slightly chapped, and they moved gently but firmly against yours, turning you into their slave. Your palms naturally slid up his chest and he closed any remaining distance between your bodies by placing you to straddle his lap. The kiss was a dance of pushing forward and pulling back, two lovers having finally found their rhythm after years of living in fearful desire. You were positively drunk on his taste, on him, and you wished to never become sober.

When your need for air overcame the one for physical contact, you pulled away. Your chests were heaving with rapid, shallow breaths, hearts beating in synch like they had always done. You let a finger tenderly trace his cheekbone down to his jawline, then it came back up to draw different affectionate patterns on his face.

"What were you saying?" you asked, clearly out of breath. "How were you feeling?"

He fondly took your hand that was caressing his skin, and lifted it up to press feather-light kisses on your knuckles. His lips retraced their path until they reached the tips of your fingers, and he kissed those with the gentlest of touch.

You heart ached pleasurably from the way he was handling you with such care, much more than you ever believed he was capable of.

After minutes of worshipping you by the moonlit lake, Fred looked back at you as though you were his entire world. And replied with a smile.

"Inspired."

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All Secrets Have a Habit of Coming Out

Hello all, this was for @iiblueberry-15ii

Hope it's all you wanted from your request :)

Ron Weasley x Male Potter Reader

Word Count: 1464

Just a little note, I only know a cursory amount about Twin-to-Twin Transfusion Syndrome, just what a quick google search could reveal so it might not be the most accurate, but I did my best, so I hope this ticks the box for what you wanted @iiblueberry-15ii

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Everyone may have only known his brother's name when they first entered Hogwarts, but Y/n Potter had worked hard to fix that.

He had always been smaller and more frail than his twin brother Harry due to a rare condition that had affected them during pregnancy called Twin-to-Twin Transfusion Syndrome.

Essentially an imbalance during development made Harry receive more blood (and thus nutrients) than he gave back.

If this had been explained properly in a caring and loving environment, Harry might not have felt so guilty about it. Unfortunately for the twins, they grew up with their Aunt, Uncle and cousin, all of which took every opportunity to cause them pain. It had been spat at them one day when they were much younger that it was all Harry's fault that his twin brother wasn't as healthy as he was.

This all lead to Harry becoming incredibly overprotective of Y/n. He couldn't take more than two steps outside of Hogwarts during winter without Harry pushing extra scarves and coats into his arms and telling him to rug up more. Guilt was a great motivator, and Harry felt awful that Y/n was weaker than him physically.

Y/n couldn't play quidditch either because his lungs had suffered during development as well.

Y/n had, in his lower moments, like when his older brother (by like ten minutes Harry!) won a game of quidditch, or came back from some fantastic adventure that he had forbidden him from joining them on, allowed the hate to take root just that little bit more.

But he would wake up the next morning and realise that it couldn't possibly be his brothers fault. It was just an accident of life that this had happened.

He would be reminded in every class that there were some things that he could do that Harry just couldn't. His brother might be naturally talented with power for his magic, but as his favourite saying played through his head he would think about that instead. Hard work beats talent when talent doesn't work hard.

Y/n truly shone in classes too. He worked just as hard as Hermione at his studies, and it paid off. Often, when they got back essays or test results they were the top two in the class.

This naturally made the two a lot closer, as they were practically a built in study buddy for the other.

As they were getting older and reaching the age that people started to notice the other gender (or their own in Y/n's case) other guys would come up and ask him about Hermione.

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Y/n couldn't believe the stupidity of his own gender sometimes. That had been the forth time today that he had had to fend off another guy who only wanted to get into the female bookworms pants while getting their homework done for free.

He stormed back into the Gryffindor common room in a huff.

He landed with a thump on the couch beside Ron and pouted.

"Guys suck."

Ron looked up from his homework which was looking rather untouched.

"I could do with a break anyway, been at this near five minutes. What's up Y/n?"

He sat back up closer to the other boy, giving him his full attention.

Ron wasn't sure what it was about Y/n, but there was just something that made him want to spend all day staring at him, or listening to him talk about the things that made him get all excited. He made the cutest faces when he got all worked up, eyes shining brighter than any star in the sky.

Okay, so he knew why he felt that way, heck, he had even acted on it. He still couldn't believe his luck when Y/n had agreed to go on a date with him. Of course they had had to pull off some pretty fast talking to get their friends to stay behind without it seeming like they wanted to be alone.

Ron focused back in just in time to see Y/n narrow his eyes at him.

Oops, he had noticed that he wasn't paying attention to him.

Ron cringed slightly.

"Sorry, was just thinking."

He cast a furtive look around the room, but they were pretty much alone right now. He was sure that wouldn't last.

Y/n just looked curious now.

"About what?"

Ron shifted awkwardly. Feelings weren't really his forte.

"About how I must've used up all the luck I had stored up for the next few years just to get you to agree to go out with me."

Ron sheepishly rubbed at the back of his neck, knowing that he was blushing.

Y/n was blushing when Ron had managed to gather up enough courage to look over at him.

They went to move closer, but their moment was ruined by the portrait entrance slamming open to let in some other Gryffindors.

"Later?"

"Later."

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Y/n and Ron had stayed up much later than anyone else. It wasn't unusual for Y/n, but Ron knew the only way it wouldn't look suspicious for him to stay up was to pretend to be engrossed in a game of chess. He had thought of his homework at first, but then realised that he was usually the first one to give up, so working on it for hours unprovoked would be almost more suspicious than anything else he could come up with.

By the time that midnight rolled around Y/n and Ron had been alone in the common room for just under an hour. In that time they hadn't moved closer. They didn't want to risk it when people might still be remembering that one last thing they had accidentally left in the common room. Nothing said guilty like two teenagers springing apart as someone comes down the stairs.

It was Y/n who made the call. He stretched and shoved his book into the bag before moving over to the couch.

Ron could take a hint, no matter what anyone said, and followed Y/n over.

They sat looking at each other for a minute, just taking the other in.

"It's pretty exhausting hiding this, huh?"

"Yeah," Ron answered. "I sort of thought it might be kind of fun, but it's mostly just tiring. Can't really enjoy spending time together when we're constantly looking over our shoulders."

Y/n gave a half smile.

"Still worth it?"

Ron grinned back and reached out for Y/n instead of answering.

"Can I kiss you?"

Y/n nodded too fast and almost fell over.

Their lips met while they were both still laughing.

They didn't keep laughing for long. It had been a long week for them both, and they hadn't had very much time alone lately.

Things were just about to get more heated when they heard a noise from behind the couch.

They froze, still looking into each others eyes, then they pulled away from each other faster than either of them had ever moved before.

"Yeah, bit late for that really."

Neither of them had hear Harry's voice sound so cold.

Y/n turned to face his brother who had apparently walked in on them making out.

Well, at least everyone was just as embarrassed as each other judging by the blush on Harry's face.

Ron and Y/n watched Harry silently from opposite edges of the couch.

Harry clenched his jaw several times before seeming to try to calm himself.

"Ron. A word."

Y/n cringed. Well, it had been nice knowing Ron, but Y/n was pretty sure he would be helping to bury his body soon.

Y/n watched as Ron and Harry made their way over to one of the windows. He pouted, he couldn't hear anything from where he was. He sat back and crossed his arms as he waited for Harry to come back and deal with him.

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Harry was so far past mad he didn't have a word for it anymore.

His little brother, who was smaller and just generally more frail, was apparently down here making out with Ron.

What the hell were they thinking?

And hiding it, Harry was sure neither of them had been thinking properly.

"What exactly did you think you were doing with Y/n?"

He stated each word as clearly and calmly as he could, but he could still hear his voice shaking in his rage.

He waited for Ron to start explaining himself, but just as he opened his mouth, Harry decided he didn't much care what he had to say.

"Look, I think it was pretty obvious what you two were doing, but let me just say, as Y/n's older brother and the only member of his family who cares about him, if you ever do anything to hurt him. Well, I'll show you exactly why I'm considered a threat to Voldemort."

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