#romione missing moments

[toorumlk]

all of gryffindor: look at our prefects dawg, we’re never winning the house cup

romione in their sixth year if i had it my way

#romione #ron weasley #ronald weasley #hermione granger #rbw #hjg #harry potter #harry potter and the half blood prince #harry potter hbp #hp #hbp missing moment #ronmione #ron x hermione #hermione x ron #my art #harry potter fanart #hp fanart #procreate #illustration #character design #character art #half blood prince

[romione-trope-fest]

3am

Fic Title: 3am

Author Name: Be11atrixthestrange

Selected Trope: OOTP Missing Moment

Brief Summary: Harry has some thoughts about his two besties in the common room late at night. 

Word Count: 1172

Rating: T

Any Trigger Warnings: Nah

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3am

At three in the morning, Gryffindor common room was dark and quiet, save for the bright crackling flames of the fireplace. Harry sat in an armchair across from Ron and Hermione, who were sharing the sofa, a single blanket draped over their laps. 

Harry resisted the urge to close his eyes, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to prevent himself from falling asleep completely, and his History of Magic essay was due tomorrow. He glared at the illegible ink smears on his parchment. Hermione had agreed to look it over, but it was nowhere near finished, and she was still working on editing Ron’s. Between Occlumency lessons, Quidditch, and the stress of the magical world crumbling on top of his shoulders, a History of Magic essay seemed pointless and trivial, and there had been no time in his week to complete it. He narrowed his eyes at Ron’s essay in Hermione’s lap, and felt a twinge of annoyance in the back of his throat. Harry had legitimate excuses to procrastinate, but Ron could have finished that essay days ago. And of course Hermione was helping him before Harry. 

His best friends thought he was the most oblivious bloke in the entire castle, but he wasn’t. He noticed the change in them this year; he would have been blind not to. He didn’t particularly love it, but it was what it was. 

“Ron, this is looking really good,” said Hermione. “But I think you can expand the section connecting the goblin revolution of 1612 and the wand ban of 1638–“

“Hermione, it’s three in the morning,” groaned Ron. “I don’t want to expand anything.”

Hermione’s cheeks glowed pink and she rolled her eyes, but her tone was playful. “Then why did you give it to me to look over if you didn’t want feedback?”

“I just want your approval.”

“Well then, expand that section and I’ll give you my approval.” 

“Why can’t I just be good enough for you?” sighed Ron, his voice airy and dramatic.

Hermione lifted a hand and shoved his shoulder in jest, and Ron made an act of clutching his arm and cowering away. 

Harry cleared his throat as if to remind them he was still there. 

“Harry, how is your essay coming along?” asked Hermione a tad too quickly. “Are you ready for me to look it over?”

Harry cocked his head at the parchment on his lap. It was half the length necessary and so far didn’t include anything about goblin revolutions or wand bans. And honestly, he wouldn’t have thought to connect those two events either. 

“It’s coming along,” he lied.

Hermione nodded and turned back to Ron’s essay. 

Harry stole a glance at Ron, whose eyes were intent on Hermione beside him, watching as she scribbled notes in the margins. Harry hated it when she did that, because he could never read the notes anyway and it took ten times as long for him to edit them out. Ron used to hate that too, but he didn’t seem to mind anymore. He watched her with a lopsided grin that made him look like a complete idiot. His ears were bright red and his eyes almost glazed over. When Harry tracked Ron’s gaze, he realized he wasn’t even looking at the parchment in Hermione’s lap, but her hair. 

Harry’s stomach seemed to tie itself into knots. He could clearly remember that dazed feeling he got when he would spot Cho across the Great Hall and lose himself in a daydream, imagining talking to her, looking into her eyes, kissing her… did those intimate thoughts display as clearly on his face as they did on Ron’s? Or did he also look like a complete wanker?

If his utter failure at Occlumency lessons was any indication, then Harry was just as awful at hiding his innermost desires as his best friend, and the entire school knew how desperate he was to run his fingers through Cho Chang’s silky raven-colored hair.

As if reading his mind, Ron lifted a hand and brushed Hermione’s hair to the side. 

It was an unexpectedly bold move. Harry raised an eyebrow and awaited Hermione’s reaction, which would surely be more interesting than his History of Magic essay.

Hermione side-eyed Ron and looked just as confused as Harry. “What was that for?”

“You had something in your hair.”

No she fucking didn’t, thought Harry to himself.

“Oh. Thanks,” said Hermione. She grinned at him and a rosy color darkened her cheeks. “And here’s your essay. I left a few more notes for you.”

Ron took back his parchment and took a quick glance at her notes “Thank you, Hermione. Dunno what I’d do without you.”

Harry rolled his eyes. 

Hermione turned to Harry. “Ready?”

“No.”

She groaned. “Harry, I can’t stay up any later. Let me check it at breakfast tomorrow.”

“Fine.”

With that, Hermione removed the blanket and rose to her feet. “Okay, I’m going to bed.” 

“Night, Hermione,” said Ron.

“Night,” echoed Harry. 

She turned and made her way back toward the girls’ dormitory. Harry watched as Ron’s eyes followed her the entire way, the tips of his ears still burning red.

When she disappeared back up the stairs, Ron turned to find Harry still scowling at him. 

“What?” His tone was defensive, but the color spreading from his ears to his cheeks suggested he knew exactly what.

“You had something in your hair,” mocked Harry in a high pitched tone. 

“Well she did—“

“Sure, mate.”

“I don’t know what you’re on about.”

Harry laughed. “Yes you do.”

Ron shoved the remaining edge of the blanket off of his lap. “I’m also gonna go to bed,” he spluttered. “I’ll see you in the morning.” He rose to his feet and began scooping his things back into his bag. 

Harry didn’t miss the crack of a smile when Ron turned away from him, which all but confirmed his suspicions. 

“Okay then. Sweet dreams,” said Harry. “Not too sweet.”

“Shut up,” said a flustered Ron as he turned toward the dormitory. “And good luck finishing that essay.”

“Thanks,” said Harry, though Ron had just disappeared and probably couldn’t hear him. 

Harry turned back to his essay and squinted at the senseless scribbles of ink, but his thoughts were occupied by his two best friends. He’d been preparing for this shift since the Yule Ball fiasco the previous year. Maybe he’d prefer it if the pair just remained friends. It would be easier. He’d feel less like a third wheel and they’d avoid the risk of a falling out down the line. 

But there was something about the way Ron smiled at her and how she blushed when she caught him looking… 

They looked like total idiots, but they were happy. Isn’t that what mattered most?

Harry shook his head as if to dislodge the thought. Goblin Revolution. Focus on that. 

And Quidditch. Occlumency. Saving the magical world. Not dying. 

Honestly, he had bigger issues to worry about. And they’d figure it all out. Probably. 

#submission #ootp missing moments #romione

[be11atrixthestrange]

Bathroom Light

It's been two years since I've written anything, but I heard the song Bathroom Light by Mt. Joy, and this story wrote itself. Rated M for Ron's thoughts. <3

***

x

Find me a lane to drive through

In a Halloween costume

I'm an astronaut without you

x

As usual, the Three Broomsticks was bursting with Hogwarts students on a Saturday night. Echoes of conversations bounced off the walls, cluttering Ron’s mind like a cloud of wrackspurts,  which made it even harder than usual to focus on his date. Lavender had been chatting about a new beauty charm she learned from Parvati. Or was it from Witch Weekly? Honestly, Ron didn’t know, but apparently it had something to do with volumizing curls. Maybe. 

Ron stared into his half empty butterbeer. Although he was tempted to chug the rest of it, he just knew that if someone in particular saw him gulping it down like a river troll, she’d disapprove. He shouldn’t care what that someone in particular would think, as they weren’t even on speaking terms, but for some reason he still did. 

“Are you listening to me?” 

Ron’s skin prickled at her question, and his fingers clenched around his glass of butterbeer. “Yes, of course I’m listening,” he lied. 

“Then what did I just say?” asked Lavender, one eyebrow raised. 

“Something about beauty charms…”

Lavender’s eyes narrowed.

“Beauty charms that you don’t even need.”

Ron’s shoulders relaxed when Lavender’s face softened into a grin. “Aww. You’re sweet.”

He smiled back at her and took in her features. She wore a different color lipstick than usual for their date, and it had taken Ron by surprise when he first saw her. Lavender had seemed hurt by his reaction. He tried to assure her that he didn’t think of her lipstick color as good or bad, but apparently that was the wrong thing to say. 

Truth be told, he didn’t actually know what Lavender looked like without all the effort, but he knew better than to mention that. She took great pride in her appearance and wanted validation — that Ron could understand. Some guys equated makeup and beauty charms with deceit, and Ron really didn’t want to be one of those guys. But was it wrong to want to know what your girlfriend really looked like? 

And honestly, he’d love to go on a date that had the potential of ruining someone’s perfectly curated hair. Lavender wouldn’t even watch one of his Quidditch games if it was raining for fear of ruining her appearance. Even though that would mean so much more to him than finding a never-before-seen shade of lip balm just for him. He couldn’t shake the image of someone else sitting in the stands at a particularly stormy Quidditch game, her curls soaked down to heavy waves that stuck to her face, completely unbothered by the fact that she looked like she’d nearly drowned in the great lake.

As if reality read his mind, those same curls caught his eye, bouncing along the edge of the pub toward the loo. His eyes immediately followed Hermione until the light of the bathroom hallway illuminated her. Who was she here with? Harry or Ginny? Neither had mentioned anything about going to Hogsmeade tonight, and the thought made his stomach feel as heavy as a bezoar. Was she on a date? 

The persistent thought, the one that he was usually pretty good at keeping at bay flooded into his mind like a dam had broken. What would happen if he followed her?

x

We're twisting our way to the back of the bar

Yeah, locking the door, falling into the stall…

x

Maybe she would respond positively. Those canaries meant something. No one would attack a person for kissing someone else if they only held platonic feelings. Ron definitely wasn’t wrong about that. It was possible that she’d welcome a grand gesture from him. 

Was following her into a bathroom stall in a crowded pup a grand gesture? It surely wasn’t on the same level as hiring a string quartet or writing a romantic poem. But if memories of a rogue mountain troll served him correctly, it wouldn’t be the first time their relationship changed in a bathroom.

Suppose he got up, followed her, and she invited him in. Then what?

That would never happen. But it didn’t hurt to imagine, right? 

x

Stripping you down to your jewelry

You're breaking the rules just for me

What a life under big stars and a good woman in charge

Got me falling in, got me falling in hard.

x

Would she want him to kiss her the way he kissed Lavender in the common room that first time? Because honestly, he probably couldn’t. It would be so different.

If he kissed Hermione in that bathroom there would be no hesitation. His mind wouldn’t freeze and turn on autopilot without a moment’s thought about the fallout of his actions. He’d kiss her not in spite of the consequences, but because of them. Could a kiss ruin their friendship? 

So be it, ruin the friendship. Sometimes things needed to burn down to grow back stronger. 

It wouldn’t just be a kiss. If the scars on his arms meant anything, she had passion. Sure, that manifested poorly sometimes, but it wouldn’t in that bathroom. He could just imagine her tugging at his shirt while he plucked at the buttons on her blouse, pieces of clothing hitting the floor one by one, until all she was left wearing was that perfume he got her back in fifth year. 

He’d run his fingers through her perfectly voluminous curls that needed no beauty charms, and maybe she’d bite down on his lip as her bare legs wrapped around his waist. His fingers would dig into the skin of her thighs, and she’d groan her approval, which would have a similar effect to setting Ron on fire. 

Something Ron loved about Hermione was her relationship with rules. She knew the ins and outs of every rule in the book, so when it came time to break them, she was the one to ask. She could get away with anything without risking her perfect reputation, especially for someone she cared about. Setting a professor’s robes on fire? Check. Blackmailing and transfiguring a nefarious journalist? Check. Jinxing the D.A. sign up sheet? Check. That one time she snuck a flask of firewhiskey on a prefect round, and they skipped patrol to drink in an empty classroom? Check. Harry didn’t even believe Ron when he told him about that last one, and honestly, Ron preferred it that way. It made it seem special. 

If breaking rules was Ron’s love language, Hermione was fluent, and she only spoke it for him. 

So even though he was on a date with someone else, and maybe she was too, it wasn’t difficult to imagine her fully letting him in under the dim bathroom light. He’d prop her up on the sink; she’d tug on his front zipper and slip him out of his trousers. And despite the fact that they were in a dingy stall in the bathroom of an overcrowded pub, he’d do to her what he’d only ever imagined in his dreams. Fuck the consequences.

Shag her best friend in the bar bathroom? She definitely would. Check. 

x

So, come on, baby, let's do this right

I think I like falling in love in the bar bathroom light

I won't question it, I won't mess with it, if it's there go grab it

Tell your friends you love who they are

x

“Ron, are you okay?”

Lavender sat with her elbows on the table, head cocked to the side, a look of concern on her face. 

“Yeah. Why?” he asked, trying his best to hide the resentment creeping up from the fact that she yanked him from the most beautiful daydream. 

“You seem distracted.”

Ron immediately felt heavy with guilt. What was wrong with him? He was here with a gorgeous woman, and couldn’t control the trajectory of his fantasies. 

“I’m sorry. Just tired,” he lied. In fact, he was more energized than ever. “Can we go back?”

“Yeah,” said Lavender, with a brief flash of disappointment on her face. “Want to finish your beer first?”

Ron glanced at his butterbeer, still half empty. Hermione obviously wasn’t looking, so he put the glass to his lips and chugged it. 

“Let’s go,” he said. The pair stood up to leave, and Lavender reached for his hand. Who was he to think of makeup and beauty charms as deceit when he was the one imagining shagging someone else in the bathroom?

Yet, on the way out the door, it took everything he had to avoid stealing one more glance toward the bathroom at the back of the bar. 

#romionefic #ron x hermione #romione #ron and hermione #hpromione #hermione granger #ron weasley #hermione #hbp missing moment #romioneangst #songfic #angst #one shot

[mertronus]

Tricks and Stones

Read it on AO3 or keep reading below

Hermione stood at the opening of the tent and stretched. She had been inside reading all morning and needed to move around a bit. She was feeling stagnant and restless.

She smiled at Harry who was lost in thought, and considered sitting beside him to check in but noticed the locket dangling around his neck.

No, she thought, better to leave him be for now.

So instead she set off to see where Ron had gone. They were situated on some rocks near the edge of a lake. Hermione hoped that they could procure a couple of fish later for dinner.

A flash of red hair near the lake's edge caught her attention and she quickly navigated down the slippery rocks to get to Ron's side. It had been a rough few days with Ron, filled with rows and grumbling. She missed her Ron.

Maybe since he's not wearing the locket, we can have a good moment.

Hermione reached Ron's side just as he swung his arm back and whipped a stone into the quiet surface of the water. It skipped four times before it sank into the water. She smiled at the memories the scene garnered.

“Wow,” Hermione said. “Good one.”

Ron looked over at her and gave her his signature lopsided grin. That grin always seemed to send butterflies swirling around her belly.

“Thanks,” he said, his voice a bit gruff. Hermione figured he hadn’t used it in a while.

He picked up another flat stone and sent it into the lake—it skipped the water three times. Hermione pulled her eyes away from him and faced the water, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. Yes, stepping out of the tent was a wonderful idea.

“Y’alright?” Ron asked.

Hermione nodded then opened her eyes to look back at Ron. “Yeah. I just…I got tired of reading.” She ignored his exaggerated look of surprise but the corner of her lip twitched as she fought a smile and continued. “I just needed to get up and move.”

Ron looked her up and down, an unreadable expression on his face. “Yeah…I get that.” He stooped, found another stone, swung his arm back, and let it fly across the water. This one skipped the water five times before it disappeared.

“You’re really good at that,” Hermione mused. She eyed a flat stone a few inches in front of her feet and her fingers twitched.

“Want to learn?”

“I—” Hermione stopped herself and a new thought formed in her mind. She smiled and nodded. “Sure. Show me how.”

Ron stooped and grabbed the very stone Hermione had been eyeing. “The trick is to find a nice flat one.” He held up the stone so Hermione could see and she stifled her smile. “Not too flat, mind, but definitely not round. And smooth too.” He took her hand and placed the stone in hers, his fingers lingering for a moment. Hermione looked up and her eyes caught on his, which were bright blue in the afternoon sun.

“Alright,” she forced herself to say.

“Um…” Ron broke eye contact and scanned the ground, finding a stone of his own. “Now…you don’t want to just throw it into the water, you want to flick it so it will bounce across the surface.” Ron demonstrated and they watched his stone hit the water one, two, three times.

“Alright, then,” Hermione said. She rolled her shoulders back, took a similar stance to Ron, and flung her stone into the water. It went straight in with a neat kerplunk.

Ron chuckled. “Needs some work.”

Hermione huffed. She reached down for a new stone. “This one flat enough?”

Ron surveyed it and then looked around their feet. “Here,” he bent and picked up a new stone. “Try this one better.”

Once in her fingers, Hermione swung her arm back in a fair imitation of Ron and threw the stone right into the water. She stomped her foot and pouted, feeling like a petulant child. Ron simply laughed and shook his head.

“Look, try this,” he grabbed a new rock and stood beside her. “When you find your rock, get kind of low and tilted.” She imitated his stance and tried not to feel silly. “Good. And when you throw, don’t just throw it like you’re tossing a quaffle. Toss is sort of sideways and flick your wrist a bit. Swish and flick.”

Hermione stood straight up and scowled at him. “Oh, haha, very funny.”

Ron laughed. “Sorry, couldn’t help it. But no, it’s true, it’s all in the flick of the wrist.”

“Alright,” Hermione toyed with the stone in her hand as she once again copied Ron’s stance. “Like this?” She pulled her arm back and attempted to flick her wrist, but the stone simply dropped into the water.

Ron laughed. “No,” he said shaking his head. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “Um…” He glanced around. “Let’s try this.” He picked up a new stone and got behind Hermione. He put one hand on her waist and the other hand on hers after he’d handed her the new rock. Hermione had to fight not to close her eyes at the feeling of his warm fingers on her, burning through the fabric of her shirt. Her heart was racing and with his chest against her back, she wondered if he couldn’t feel it. She took a steadying breath, but it didn’t help. His scent was wrapping around her like the very best drug. All she had to do was close her eyes and lean back into him, lean back into the high-

“Y’okay?”

His warm breath on her ear made her jump slightly.

“Yeah,” she squeaked. “Yeah, I’m fine.” She almost turned to face him but she realized that if she did, they would be mere millimeters apart. She wondered for just a moment if he would—

No. No, of course not.

“Alright now bring your arm back but keep it low,” Ron instructed, moving his arm with hers. She tried so hard not to focus on the low, grumbly timber of his voice—and the way it made her body feel. “And when you throw, put most of the movement into the wrist.”

They tried like that a few times with no results. When Ron released her, she fought the urge to shudder from the sudden chill. She missed his warmth.

When she tried on her own, without the distraction of her personal Ronald Weasley blanket, the stone skipped once and then sunk.

“Yes!” Ron cheered. “There you go! I knew you could do it!”

Hermione grinned at his praise.

“Let’s go for two, yeah?”

“Maybe three?” Hermione offered.

Ron shook his head with a laugh. “Don’t push your luck.”

After a few more tries, Hermione’s stone skipped across the water twice and they both erupted in cheers. Ron wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off her feet in a hug, swinging her around once in celebration.

When he placed her down, she looked up at him wide-eyed. He cleared his throat and took a step back. “Knew you had it in you,” he smiled. She smiled back. After a moment, both of their smiles faded in the awkward silence.

Ron glanced at his watch and then back to the tent. “I uh…I should probably go and relieve Harry,” he mumbled. Hermione nodded and sighed as he turned to walk away. Relieving Harry from watch also meant relieving Harry of the locket. She knew her short glimpse of the Ron she knew and loved was gone for the day.

It was fun while it lasted, she thought as he disappeared over the rocks. Hermione turned back to the water and lost herself in thought for a moment. She glanced back to be sure Ron had cleared the rocks and was out of sight. Then, she picked up a flat pebble, toyed with it in her hand for a moment, and swung her arm back sending it flying across the water with a perfect flick.

It skipped the surface of the water five times and then sank. Hermione smiled, thoughts of skipping stones with her dad now intermingled with the fresh thoughts of Ron.

#romione fanfic #romione #ron weasley #hermione granger #ron and hermione #deathly hallows #missing moments #new fanfic

[whinlatter]

Orchards (Harry/Ginny) by whinlatter

The orchard is a wild, thousand-flower, crumpled-gate, fall-down-fence sort of place, where things grow that you’ve never asked for, that you’d never expect. The summer of ’96, the story of something flowery he thought he might have smelled at the Burrow. (Harry/Ginny, HBP)

notes: oops i tripped and fell and wrote 15,000 words on how harry potter fell in love with ginny weasley and didn't notice, the summer of '96

always wanted to write this! only took me seventeen years to get the courage to give it a go. also comes with a playlist because summer songs banish january blues

It was everywhere that summer, wasn’t it? Looking back. The truth. He thinks he knows, now, what it felt like. Straggled grass brushing bare calves, heat under palms skimming the staircase bannister. The rap of knuckles on a new, old door. The truth slipped in quietly. No fanfare, no fuss. Maybe if it hadn’t, he’d have known. Instead, the truth nudged itself towards him, all small, knowing smiles. Kind eyes, amused. It didn’t so much whisper in his ear as it did lightly hum: muffled, soft, but sure, totally certain. It was there, wasn’t it, all along: strewn across that wild orchard of hard breaths and harder quaffle passes, nestled among cushions between worn sofa whispers and drooping eyelids, bubbling away in the politics of dining table chatter and clatter. Right there, in the sodding butter dish, after all. Would he have known what to do with it, though? The truth. He imagines it, like the keen sting of a surprise ball tossed last-minute, caught hard in unready fingertips. He wouldn’t have dropped it though, he thinks. He’d have caught it, wouldn’t he? He’d have kept it. Clung on. When it’s thrown your way - when it matters - you don’t fumble. You take it as it comes. You run with it. You soar. It twinged, the truth, that summer. It throbbed. It lightly itched.

#fic #writing #harry and ginny #harry potter #ginny weasley #hinny #ron weasley #hermione granger #romione #half blood prince #HBP #missing moment #hp fanfic #harry x ginny #orchards

[sophie-hatter-jenkins]

HP Rec Fest Day 7 - A Canon-Compliant Fic

Only one choice for the @hprecfest Day 7 for me - It has to be:

The In Betweens by @honeydukesheroine

HBP is my favourite of the original novels, and I love the characterisation of this missing moments work.

Rating - M

Relationships - Hinny, Romione

Summary:

A multiple POV story (Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny) following and expanding upon the events of the Half-Blood Prince, beginning with Slughorn’s Christmas Party through Dumbledore's Funeral.

#hprecfest2023 #harry potter #ginny weasley #hermione granger #ron weasley #hinny #romione #missing moments #harry potter fanfiction

[voldemorts-tap-shoes]

Submission #2 for the red/lover era of @cruelsummer-ficfest

Afterglow

-

I lived like an island

punished you with silence

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Fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves

Chemistry 'til it blows up, 'til there's no us

-

It’s the silence, more than anything else, that tells Ron how thoroughly he fucked things up with Hermione.

Merlin, is there anything he wouldn’t give right now to hear her call him an arse for leaving? Or for one of those snide little comments she used to make when he was with Lavender last year, not directly to him but most certainly meant for his ears?

Hell, he’d take the birds right about now.

He deserves it—this and any other brand of punishment her heart desires along the road to forgiveness—and he knows this, and he’ll gladly suffer through it as long as there is light at the end of the tunnel. But as it stands between them currently, he’s staring into an inky black hole of a relationship without so much as a flicker of hope.

Ron doesn’t have a shift on watch tonight, but he’s not sleeping either, poring over strategy with Harry while Hermione sits outside. Harry ought to be sleeping, too, while he can, and he’s the only one Hermione admonishes when she comes inside and finds the two of them, glancing right past Ron as if he isn’t even there on the way to her bunk.

He’s tried his best over the past three weeks to maintain a normal rapport with her on his end, even though he’s gotten nothing in return. So when he casually states that he’s going out to sit with Harry and continue what they were working on, he’s sure he imagines the soft “don’t go” from Hermione’s direction.

But if he isn’t imagining it…

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I'm the one who burned us down

But it's not what I meant

-

“What?”

Hermione rolls over with a huff and spits the words at him. “Don’t. Go.”

He takes a hesitant step towards her. “I—”

But before he can put together any sort of coherent response, Hermione continues, “It’s a simple enough request, Ron, or I thought it was when I said it the first time, before you left, and I don’t suppose you learned anything at all on your little sabbatical if you still don’t understand it.”

She flops back onto her other side, facing the tent wall and leaving far more room on the outside edge of the bed than was there just a moment ago. Plenty of room for a second person. Way too much to be accidental.

Surely she doesn’t…she couldn’t mean…

This is either going to be the best or worst decision he ever made.

Ron toes his shoes off beneath her bunk and carefully lifts the covers to slip underneath. He knows damn well she’s not sleeping yet, but she doesn’t make any acknowledgment of him climbing into bed with her. If this wasn’t the right answer, he’s fairly certain she would choose hexing him into oblivion over the silent treatment, so he assumes he’s on the right track. Now that he’s here, though, he’s not sure what to do next.

It takes him only a moment to notice that her shoulders are shaking with silent sobs, and the realization dissolves his lingering hesitation. He places his hand gently against her side, and when she doesn’t protest his touch, wraps his arm all the way around to pull her close.

Her hand finds his resting against her stomach, and she laces their fingers together. When she composes herself enough to speak, her words rip Ron’s heart in two. “You hurt me.”

He knows she’s sick of hearing I’m sorry, even though he is, and he’s not sure she’s ready for I love you, even though he does. So he snuggles closer, holds her tighter, and just says, “I know.”

-

I don't wanna do, I don't wanna do this to you

I don't wanna lose, I don't wanna lose this with you

-

He can’t say how much time passes—it might have been five minutes or an hour, he only knows it’s not long enough—before she untangles their hands and rolls to her back, staring up at the bunk above them with eyes that are now dry but bloodshot. The movement lands his hand on her hip and she doesn’t push him away so he leaves it.

Hermione gives a tiny shake of her head and bites her lip before she whispers, “I don’t know how we come back from this, Ron.”

It’s not unexpected, but her statement still hits him like a punch in the gut. He doesn’t know how to make up for leaving either, or how long it will take, or even if she cares enough to let him try. He only knows he wants to. And if she wants that too, he’ll do whatever it takes to make things right again.

“Do you want to, though?” Ron’s heart is nearly beating out of his chest as he watches her tug her bottom lip between her teeth again. “Do you want to get back to where we were?”

Never mind that where they were is a mysterious place that they had never really defined, and could just as easily have been best friends and nothing more as anything else. Just being friends with Hermione is never really going to be enough, but he’ll take that over nothing in a heartbeat.

“No,” she sighs. Her answer takes all the breath out of him, but before he has a chance to spiral, Hermione rotates again, turning to face him and bringing her body nearly flush with his. “Merlin’s pants, Ron, is that really all you want? To go back to the way things were?”

-

Tell me that you're still mine

Tell me that we'll be just fine

Even when I lose my mind

-

Tell me that it's not my fault

Tell me that I'm all you want

Even when I break your heart

-

The mood changes in an instant, and Ron can’t help but chuckle at the incredulous look on Hermione’s face. “No,” he admits. “That’s not all I want.”

“Okay. What do you want?”

“I think you know.”

“Do I?”

She quirks an eyebrow at him, making a good show at their old teasing repartee, but her trembling bottom lip gives away her real feelings. He sees the doubt in her eyes, built up over years of his denial; recognizes it because she’s done the same to him. But if he doesn’t tell her the truth now, there might not be another opportunity.

“Yeah.” His voice comes out a husky whisper, and drops further when Hermione shifts right up against him and brushes her fingertips against his stubbly cheek. “Yeah, I think you do.”

Their lips meet for one glorious second before Hermione’s hand is on his chest with a gentle push and she’s shaking her head again. “I can’t,” she says, and he feels both their hearts breaking with the words. “Not yet.”

It’s not what he wants to hear, of course, but at least not yet is the flicker of hope he needs to keep going. He can work with not yet.

“It’s okay. I get it. I’ll just—” He doesn’t get more than an inch away from her before she’s tugging at his jumper, rooting him to the spot.

“I know it’s not fair to ask, but…stay with me?”

She’s looking up at him with those big brown eyes, and honestly, he doesn’t know how he ever walked away from her, horcrux or no.

“Of course. Anything you want.”

We’ll get through this, Ron tells himself as they settle in for the night, Hermione curled up against his side like she was made to fit there. It’ll be okay.

When he wakes up in the morning to the orange glow of sunrise creeping through the canvas walls and Hermione still in his arms, he actually believes it.

-

This ultraviolet morning light below

Tells me this love is worth the fight, oh

-

It's all me, just don't go

Meet me in the afterglow

-

#romione #ron weasley #hermione granger #ron x hermione #harry potter #dh missing moment #cruel summer fic fest #romione fanfiction #tent angst

[nena-96]

No 1 of the I still prompts 😇

I still smell the traces of your scent on my bedsheets; my clothes; my pillowcase

I’d love Romione but feel free to write whatever comes to your mind ☺️

Hello, dear friend

What a lovely an unexpected ask ;) haha, thanks for sending one my way and I hope that you enjoy what I come up with. Lets go with a little Romione for this prompt, shall we :)

Here is my take on the "I still prompts"

No 1: "I still smell the traces of your scent on my bedsheets; my clothes; my pillowcase" (from @dumplingsjinson prompt list)

please read below or over on A03

His Scent Calms Her

She remembers the way he twirled her, when they danced at his brother’s wedding underneath the tent. It was almost as if nobody else existed in the world. It had taken her by surprise that Ron had even asked her to dance. Hermione had thought that the appearance of a certain Bulgarian Quidditch player would have complicated things between the two lifelong friends, yet it was a blessing in disguise. 

Especially since Ron had gazed into her eyes while they danced and reassured her that she was never his last resort and he was practicing all bloody morning in ways to ask her to the dance floor. Hermione had felt her heart flutter at his confession, if it wasn’t for Fred spinning one of Fleur’s Veela cousins and bumping into them. She was almost certain that Ron was going to close the distance between them and finally place his lips onto hers. Yet, the interruption had broken the spell between them. Even though they hadn’t kissed that night, just dancing with Ron would be enough for her to think of a happy memory and cast her Patronus.

The wedding was a distant memory now, one of the few she would let herself indulge in every now and again. As she laid on her cot, as she stared at Ron’s empty bed, she knew she shouldn’t torture herself by making his bed and fluffing the pillows in the way she saw him do countless times. Yet, she would do it because…. well because she has this feeling that one day, he’d come back to her and she would do everything to prove to him that he means so much more to her than what he imagines. The night when everything went to shit, Hermione felt so numb and utterly lost because she realized that she had taken Ron for grated far too many times.

The only thing that had kept her anchored to her spot when she re-entered the tent was Ron’s blanket. It might sound cliché, but his scent was the only thing that kept her going each and every night on the hunt. Which is why she had casted a charm, once she stopped shaking from crying so much. She had casted a spell after spell in order to protect his scent from ever fading from his blankets. Hermione did the same for his bedsheets, and her clothes. Which in reality she was wearing one of his old jumpers that was far too big on her small frame. Yet, the warmth that this knitted jumper had managed to calm her, especially since she’d bring the collar so close to her face that she’d inhale the distinctive scent that is Ron Bilius Weasley.

She knew that her charms were strong but, she would always worry that one day his scent would be gone. If that ever happened then, she’d realize that a piece of her would always be missing, never to return again, not even in her wildest dreams.

Whenever she’d go out and search for mushrooms, which had become quite scarce due to the blankets of snow covering the forest ground. She would do her best to make a small plate and place it on the small table besides the cot, because he’d come back. Many times, Harry would see this, but he would never complain like he did a few times before, no matter what he’d say, Hermione would continue leaving a small plate of mushroom and berry soup, besides Ron’s empty cot before taking her turn on watch. Only to return and notice the plate covered with ants and the occasional mice, and no food left.

Hermione would torture herself, every single night with memories of her Ron, she would hug her pillow... which was his pillow to be more accurate and close her eyes and let his scent from the pillowcase, and lull her into a sleep as she dreams of her Ron. whether it be from their times studying together or their trip to Hogsmeade, the shared chores that Mrs. Weasley had given them to finish, or even those late-night patrols through Hogwarts that ran a little past curfew. The memory that would surpass every single one would be the moment from Bill and Fleur’s wedding. It was the moment underneath the large tent, dancing with the boy that once had dirt on his nose all those years ago on her first train ride to Hogwarts, was beautiful. There were simply words in the dictionary to describe how much she loved having his strong arms wrapped around her waist in a gentle hold. The way that he whispered in her ear that she's “beautiful” had caused a warmth to spread all throughout her, while she tried to hide her blushing face. 

Who would have thought that once she’d get the feel of being wrapped in his warm embrace, that she would become addicted to the feeling? This made her thankful that Ron didn’t dance with Padma when they went to the Yule Ball together… it’s not like she kept a watchful eye on the red-head that night. She was just merely observing the other students dancing and Ron just so happened to be in her peripheral vision several times that night. Even with those overly ruffled maroon dress robes, he still was still the most handsome boy at the ball even if she was dancing with one of the Triwizard Champions. Viktor was alright but he was much too agreeable for her liking, she needed someone who could voice out their stance when they’d bicker, someone whose face is decorated with so many freckles that it rivaled all the stars in the sky. She needed someone who would defend her with a broken wand, someone who had belched up far too many slugs, just to defend her from Malfoy’s taunts, that she later learned from Ron that it was a horrid slur used for Muggleborns that was meant to belittle those that come from Muggle background. 

 Hermione knew that the boy she needed in her life wasn’t some famous Quidditch player, it was the boy that was wearing hand-me down dress robes. The youngest of the Weasley boys, Ron Weasley the boy that managed to steal her heart without even knowing. If only she could have used her Gryffindor courage and voiced out her feelings to Ron, maybe just maybe he wouldn't have let that blasted locket drive him away from everything that they built together. The moment she looked into his eyes, while the rain was pouring down on them, she knew at that moment things were different.

 Oh, how she wished she could’ve gone with him, but they both knew, she couldn’t. They had made a promise to each other at Grimmauld, that no matter what they would always be on the same page as the other. Yet, did that mean she broke her own promise by staying in that beat up tent? Was it because she doted on him while trying to help him heal from the splinching, or was it because he was tired of having her so close to him? It was times like these when Hermione blamed herself for not trying enough to make Ron stay with them…. with her. 

That locket must have riddled his mind with lies and left a lasting effect. It didn’t help that Harry had taunted him with, “running back to mummy” and shouting for him to leave not once… but twice. Why couldn’t she have that bloody Time-Turner, why did she give it back to McGonagall? Most of all why wasn’t he back…. It’s been weeks and still nothing. Hermione knows that he’s still alive, and it has nothing to do with the fact that she’s listening like a hawk besides the radio every day and before she sleeps. No, it was because she refuses to believe that Ron Weasley would be another casualty to the war, she knows Ron all too well. That being said, Hermione never loses hope that he will return its just a matter of time before she doesn’t have to strengthen the spell on her clothes, pillowcase or bedsheets. In was only a matter of time before Hermione’s senses are once again engulfed with the scent that is Ron Weasley. Her Ron will be back and she will make things clear that, she chooses him the one she was dancing with in Ottery St. Catchpole.

Tonight, was different because she whispered his name,"Ron." She had refused to say his name because of the hurt she had felt in her heart for his departure, but know she doesn't care anymore, nothing will stop her from saying his name not even herself.

"Ron.... Ron.... Ron." 

She knows he'll be back its just a matter of time.

#ron weasley #hermione granger x ron weasley #DH missing moment #Longing #ron x hermione #Ronmione #nena writes #Romione OTP #HP Romione fanfic

[honeydukesheroine]

Chapter 20: Honesty Shots (Hermione POV)

Honesty Shots, out now!

I'm excited to finally share this chapter, which was one of the first I'd drafted when sketching out this story. Hope you enjoy!

Ingest Responsibly 🍻

Preview:

“Sorry to interrupt this joyful gathering,” George said, reading the mood of their group. “But we have a new product line we’d like to try on - sorry - with you.” “Introducing our brand new - drumroll, please - Blitzed Kit!” Fred announced, brandishing a prototype packaging with their logo stamped across in large purple letters.  “There’s Butterbeer Pong, Rolling Cauldron, or Honesty Shots.” “Games sold separately or in the Blitzed Kit for fifteen percent off.” “Ingest responsibly.”  Ron looked intrigued, but said, “We don’t have any alcohol. Unless you count Dad’s stash.” “Don’t bother, it hasn’t been alcohol since the summer before Bill’s fifth year.” George raised up an overlarge bottle, displaying a burgundy red label of Old Ogden’s Ale. “If you tell Mum, we’ll deny everything.” “How does Honesty Shots work?” Ginny asked, holding the packaging up to read in the light of Hermione’s blue flames. “You’ll say ‘Honesty Shots for…’ and whoever it’s true for must drink.” “But the cups are enchanted.” “They float - indicating to all others that you must drink,” explained George. “That’s horrible!” Hermione exclaimed. “What if you don’t want to say what you’ve done!” “That’s the fun, Hermione!” said Fred, pulling out six narrow, mirror plated shot glasses.

#hermione makes a teenagers mistake with adult consequences #turbulent chapter with a happy ending #drinking games #missing moments #harrypotter fanfiction #romione #hinny #writing #wip #the inbetweens #honeydukesheroine

[adenei]

Sparks Fly

Written for Microfic Mayhem! A good old GOF AU/Missing Moment (ish?)

Thank you @cruelsummer-ficfest for helping me find my writing groove again and hosting a FABULOUS fest

Song: Sparks Fly

Ship: Romione

Read on AO3

The way you move is like a full on rainstorm

And I'm a house of cards

You're the kind of reckless that should send me running

But I kinda know that I won't get far

“‘Next time there’s a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!’” 

Hermione brushes past Ron, heat rising in her cheeks and tears stinging her eyes. She only makes it a couple of steps before he grabs her by the arm and pulls her back. The room is starkly empty all of a sudden.

“Let me go, Ron,” she warns, but he doesn’t.

“You weren’t a last resort.” The words are barely audible. She wouldn’t have believed he actually spoke if she hadn’t seen his lips move.

“Oh, really?” She yanks her arm out of his grasp and steps forward so that they’re nose to nose again. “So, what? You just needed to ensure I was, in fact, a girl first?”

“I’m well aware you’re a girl,” he responds through gritted teeth.

And at that exact moment his eyes drift down, settling on the tiny bit of cleavage heaving up and down from her breathing before snapping back up to her face. Flattered as Hermione is, her nostrils flare and her cheeks flush with anger. “You have got to be kidding me.”

“What? No, I—” His ears are scarlet now and he steps back to shed the outer layer of his robes. “C’mon, Hermione. Trust me, I noticed.”

“Yes, well, don’t seem so shocked. I’m fully capable of wearing form-fitting clothes or undoing an extra button on my shirt. I just choose not to.”

“Why?” Ron’s eyes widen slightly, giving away that he didn’t mean to ask the question out loud.

Hermione sighs. “Because I’ll never be as desirable as Fleur or Lavender, so why bother trying?”

She’s not sure where the honesty comes from. It must be all the Butterbeer she’s had tonight that’s finally catching up to her.

“You’re clearly desirable. Viktor fucking Krum took you to the Yule Ball.”

“If only he were the one I wanted to go with,” she admits in a whisper.

Ron scoffs. “Yeah, right. Sure didn’t look like that in the Great Hall.”

“I’m not saying I had a horrible time,” Hermione snaps. “It’s just—” 

“Just what?”

I'm on my guard for the rest of the world

But with you, I know it's no good

She shudders, but doesn’t know if she can tell Ron. Sure, he’s her best friend, but admitting this would be a step too far. But he gives her that look and her heart melts a little more before the words come tumbling out. 

“I was having a good time until the end of the night. He tried to kiss me and I—I turned away.”

Ron balls his fists at his side. “He what?”

“No, no! He tried, but he didn’t. Being his date to the ball was one thing, but—I don’t know, I just couldn’t…he’s not who I wanted to share a first kiss with.”

Silence hangs thick and clouds the space between them until Ron finally speaks. His hands are no longer clenched and his jaw is more relaxed.

“You’ve thought about who you want to share a first kiss with?”

Hermione lets out a derisive laugh. “Of course I have! I am fifteen, you know. Even if I don’t always act like it…I would like the experience of kissing a boy at some point.”

“But you didn’t kiss Viktor.”

“I did not.”

“So who then?”

“I can’t say.”

“Can’t? Or won’t?”

“Can’t.” Her lip turns up into the slightest smirk, and perhaps it’s still the Butterbeer coursing through her veins, but she’s pretty sure the proximity to Ron is getting to her. That’s the reason she’s brave enough to say, “Rumor has it, he thinks I’m a nightmare.”

Their fingers brush and she hears a slight hitch in his throat and—did he just move closer? She’s so busy contemplating it that she almost misses his lips brush hers. It may not be a true kiss, but it’s pure heaven. Hermione closes her eyes and sparks fly, but before she can bask in the moment, it’s already gone.

“He definitely doesn’t.”

They remain frozen like that for a beat, and Hermione wishes he’d move back in and truly kiss her this time. Now that she’s had the smallest taste, she wants more.

But Ron pulls away instead. Running a hand through his hair, he grabs the discarded robe, and backs toward the boys’ staircase. Hermione is left reeling in the common room, frozen in place as she watches him leave. She leans on the back of the sofa for support, almost missing when Ron flashes a lopsided grin at her before disappearing up the staircase, and she’s left wondering if all of this is real.

Regardless of whether it did or didn’t, the question still remains:  Now what?

Gimme something that'll haunt me when you're not around

'Cause I see sparks fly, whenever you smile

#romione #ron x hermione #ron weasley #hermione granger #hp fanfic #hp gof #missing moment #slight au

[saintsenara]

Hello! I just had the pleasure of reading your big romione meta. So well argued and articulated! It really made me miss the livejournal era of fandom, when meta was a much bigger part of the discourse. Do you have a favourite romione moment? Which ones?

ahhh thank you so much, anon!

i will ride out to war for romione without the slightest provocation at all, so actually having an excuse to talk about them is delightful.

my top romione moment will - of course - always be...

ron using the sight of her empty chair to convince him to face aragog

But Lockhart’s disgusting cheeriness, his hints that he had always thought Hagrid was no good, his confidence that the whole business was now at an end, irritated Harry so much that he yearned to throw Gadding with Ghouls right in Lockhart’s stupid face. Instead he contented himself with scrawling a note to Ron: Let’s do it tonight. Ron read the message, swallowed hard, and looked sideways at the empty seat usually filled by Hermione. The sight seemed to stiffen his resolve, and he nodded.

i just love this! he's facing his greatest fear for her!

and it also sets up the fact that hermione is shown to provide ron with the push it takes for him to step out of his comfort zone in more ordinary ways throughout the series, but - even without this - him being willing to go visit an enormous spider in the middle of the night on the off chance that it might help unravel the mystery of how she's been petrified always gets me.

#asks answered #asenora's opinions on ships #romione #hermione granger #ron weasley #it's giving chivalrous

[delumineight]

romione fic list

because it’s hard to find good ones

disclaimer, these are mostly all on ao3. this will be updated every now and then and open for suggestions !!! if you have any suggestions please reblog with them. this is an ongoing list that i will be adding to whenever i find something that i like enough to rec.

list below the cut, just so people who aren’t on my account or in the tags for this don’t have to see it.

rec list

the reasons by incalculablepower

— RATED T: background harry/ginny, past lavender/ron, a tad of inappropriate humor at the end, takes place at the end of sixth year or half-blood prince

SUMMARY: “As the school year comes to an end, it's time to reflect on the one that's passed and prepare for the next year. And with their two best friends otherwise occupied (that is, snogging all over the castle), that means a lot of quality time spent together...”

resistance of the mind by tuesday_piracy

— RATED G: background harry/ginny, current lavender/ron, pining hermione, black hermione, black lavender, takes place during christmastime sixth year or half-blood prince

SUMMARY: “Hogwarts is hosting a Winter Solstice Ball for their older students, and naturally, Ron and Lavender plan on attending together. However, as the night of the Ball arises, Ron is racked with familiar concerns over his attire, his looks, and his hair. So, naturally, he turns to Hermione, and she can't help but aid him. — Or: Hermione gives Ron a haircut. Absolutely nothing (something) happens.

anywhere with you by kieunlocked

— RATED G: takes place during deathly hallows during the horcrux hunt before ron leaves, discussing where they would rather be then in a damp tent in the middle of nowhere

“One-Shot of Ron and Hermione talking about places they’d rather be than the cold, miserable tent during the Horcrux Hunt. / “Though, to be honest I might rather be in the Potions dungeon right now than in this bloody cold tent any longer,” Hermione groaned, wrapping her arms around herself. / “Not the Potions dungeon, Hermione!” Ron said with mock disgust, slinging an arm around her easily, effortlessly. As if he’d done it a million times. And when Hermione thought about it, he really had been doing it quite a bit lately.”

don’t talk (put your head on my shoulder) by sarahxxxlovey

— RATED T: shell cottage, pre relationship, aftermath of torture, missing scene, takes place during deathly hallows

““I don’t know what I would’ve done if—” Ron said in an uncharacteristically tender voice, pulling away slightly to cover her cheeks with large hands, tears dripping down his nose. “I couldn’t— I thought I was going to lose my mind.” / “Me too,” she said, swallowing and nodding, looking up at him. “I didn’t think I could take it… I—” / Words failed her. She broke down into sobs again. / “Hermione,” he said, his voice cracking, kissing her wet cheek quickly before hugging her even tighter. “I’m just so glad you're okay.””

let the golden age begin by incalculablepower

— RATED T: missing scene, during lavender/ron, during apparation testing, maybe a tad and i mean tad bit of emotional cheating, as in people mistake them for boyfriend and girlfriend and neither of them make corrections, half-blood prince, sixth year

“A couple of awkward moments in a still-healing friendship. Half-Blood Prince missing moment.”

funny little frog in my throat by anonymous

RATED T — pining, specifically pining ron, fluff and humor, idiots in love, my personal all time favorite, they’re still magical but no war au

“Ron loves Hermione. It's an ugly business, he's very upset about it, but he loves her and that seems to be the axis on which his world turns.”

self recs

meet me in the woods

— RATED T: secret dating au, starts at the end of sixth year and runs until the shell cottage scene in deathly hallows, written for romione week 2023, oblivious harry, 9k words… oops

““We could just… not tell him.” / “Just keeping it a secret? Okay.” / Whatever Joanne wrote for Deathly Hallows was NOT real. This is (trust me).”

that damned cat

— RATED G: post-war, hermione’s eighth year, crookshanks fic, cuts to around 2009/2010 i think, cat dad ron, and just general dad ron, wine uncles drarry

“Ron hates that cat—but he loves Hermione more.”

#isa’s reccomendations #isa recs ! #romione #ron and hermione #romione fanfic #romione fanfic recs #ron and hermione fanfic #ron and hermione fanfiction #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #fanfiction reccomendations #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic reccomendation #fanfic rec #hermione granger #ron weasley #rec list

[romione-trope-fest]

It's Trope Time!!

Without further ado, this year's tropes are....🥁

More detailed descriptions below:

Muggle AU

Coffee shop AU? Childhood best friends? Something we haven’t even imagined yet? The possibilities are endless with this one!

OOTP Missing Moments

Harry was a little too preoccupied with saving the world this year to notice his best friends falling in love with each other, and we missed so many moments as a result! From Prefect rounds to Hermione’s real reaction to that perfume, give us your favorite missing moments from fifth year!

Weasley Weddings

We know our favorite couple had a great time at Bill and Fleur’s wedding, but what about the other Weasley Weddings? Let’s hear about them - yes, including the most important one of all, Ron and Hermione’s!

Only One Bed

ThErE wAs OnLy OnE bEd. How they got there and what happens next is up to you!

Fake NOT Dating

First there was fake dating, and now we bring you fake NOT dating! (i.e. a secret/hidden relationship) How and why might Ron and Hermione have to hide their relationship?

Soulmates

Romione fans all know they’re meant for each other…but what if they were really, really meant for each other? We want to hear your take on this classic trope!

Cockblocker Harry

Poor Harry isn’t the most observant bloke, and he’s surely interrupted some quality time between Ron and Hermione over the years. Let’s get #potterblocked!

And with that, you've got two months! Ready, Set, Create!

#romione #romionetropefest #ron and hermione #hermione granger #ron weasley #ron x hermione #submission #soulmates #cockblocker harry #only one bed #muggle au #fake NOT dating #weasley weddings #OOTP Missing Moments

[flaming-brown-witch]

what is your favorite romione fics and what are the ones you’ve written you like the most 👀👀👀👀👀 finding fics on archive have been impossible and a girl is desperate 🌞

Oooh chileeee *rolls up sleeves*

Okay, so I'm listing my all-time favorites below (mostly on FFN since it's been YEARS since I've been plugged into this fandom).

As for my stuff *buries head* this ridiculous ass fic that I wrote when I was FOURTEEN is my main claim to fame (it's trash but also still kinda slaps?). BUT I'VE BEEN WORKING ON A TON OF NEW STUFF. I have six fics coming out this month through the @romione-trope-fest (btw the best active Romione writers are participating in that fest, so you should definitely follow it if you haven't been already! Here's the AO3 collection for the fest.).

ALSO I saw that you are a Renaissance fan. I have one that's 50% done called "Virgo's Groove" and it takes place in the seventh book when Lupin announces Teddy's birth. I can share a snippet tomorrow if you'd like 🙂

Okay enough self promo lol. On to my recs!

Seven Simple Years by HalfASlug (FFN): Best Romione missing moments series ever. I think HalfASlug has the best Ron voice. Everything she's ever written for Romione is worth reading.

Moments by Armaysha (FFN): Another missing moments (I'm a sucker for those) that I feel kind of mixed about, even though it's still one of my favs. The writer has a different take on Romione than most of the fandom. It generally works IMO, but some of the choices she made I really didn't understand. But what she did well, she did really, really well.

I Must Not Tell Lies by TMBlue (FFN): I think this is the best one-shot of Romione's first fuck. TMBlue is GREAT at writing Ron and she's like the queen of Romione smut.

Six Foot of Ginger Idiot by Pinky Brown (FFN): This classic is HBP from Ron's perspective. Pinky Brown is another iconic Ron writer. You can't go wrong with anything she's written, but Biscuits (her missing moments series starting in Book 1) starts dragging in the last few chapters IMO.

Australia by MsBinns (FFN): Post-war series, arguably the greatest Romione fic of all time. To be totally honest, I didn't finish it because it does kind of drag. But I'm always meaning to get back into it. Just know that it's heavy.

Love Me Forever by Aloemilk (AO3/FFN): I JUST read this and I can't stop thinking about it. It's a post-war series that has a great mix of angst, trauma, and fluff (lighter than Australia). The slow burn from Romione's first kiss to a full-fledged adult relationship is perfect and the smut is SO GOOD. Reminds me of the time I stumbled upon porn that made me ugly cry (in a good way?)

Not single fics but thesecondself and realmer06 (both on FFN, although realmer06's next gen stuff is also on AO3) are my favorite one-shot writers.

#romione #romionetropefest #ron weasley #ron x hermione #romione fanfic #fanfic rec #fanfic review

[thecasualauthor]

I wrote some romione for the first time in forever.

This will be posted to AO3 eventually once my Internet decides it's not going to steal my social security number or something.

Read under the cut!!

@nena-96 this one is for you because that last ask you sent still makes me smile. :)))))

Her hands are cold, Ron realizes.

How does he know this? Because he's holding them. Or one of them, at least.

They sit in the common room, staring into the fire. Harry went to bed ages ago, and it's been the two of them here for several hours. They aren't even studying, what with Dumbledore's death and all.

Ron glances at the clock on the mantle, stifling a yawn, and Hermione looks at him.

“Merlin, Ron, I didn't realize the time!” she says. “I didn't mean to keep–”

“It's nothing,” Ron waves her off. “I can't really sleep, anyway.” Hermione gives a tired smile.

“We can be insomniacs together,” she says drily. Ron laughs lightly and gives her hand another squeeze.

“What are friends for?” He shrugs, and then pauses, glancing down at their conjoined hands. Hermione doesn't miss the gesture, and she bites her lip.

He stares at her a moment, thoughts racing in his mind.

The thing is… the thing is– that he doesn't really know what to call his relationship with the girl next to him. Best friends? Sure. But as far as he was concerned, friends didn't hold hands as often as they did. Friends didn't fall asleep in each other's arms and wake up tangled together.

But he and Hermione definitely weren't a couple. Not officially.

He wants them to be, though.

Sometimes he thinks about it. Sometimes he wonders what it would be like to be able to hold her, to kiss her, to love her openly without a care in the world.

Hermione lets go of his hand, and Ron immediately misses the warmth. She turns back to face the fire, leaning forward and resting her chin in her hands. They sit in silence for a long while before Hermione breaks it.

“What's going to happen?” She asks in a small voice, and Ron furrows his brow.

“What do you mean?”

“This– this war. With Dumbledore gone– I don't think Hogwarts is safe for me anymore, Ron.” Her voice breaks a little, and Ron’s heart constricts.

“We'll figure it out, ‘Mione,” he tells her, and she swallows before turning to face him.

“I don't know what to do. I may– what if I have to go into hiding? I don't want to hide forever.”

“I'll go with you,” Ron says automatically, and the instant the words leave his mouth he knows they're true.

Hermione stares at him for the briefest moment, and for a moment, Ron thinks she's about to start crying. But instead she leans upward and brushes her lips against his.

His first thought is that he wants to do this for the rest of his life. His hand lifts to cup her cheek, and he's certain, absolutely positive, that everything in his entire life has led to this moment.

They break apart, and Hermione looks equal parts shocked and elated.

“I've been waiting to do that for months,” she breathes. Ron grins.

“Honestly? So have I.”

And he kisses her again.

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[whinlatter]

Beasts by whinlatter (Gen, Harry/Ginny)

Hers is a childhood spent among them: the beasts, the wild things of their world. Coming back, coming-of-age: the story of Ginny’s seventh year. (Or – how the youngest Weasley won the Hanging Out With Hagrid Award). Canon compliant, multi-chapter, post-war, flashbacks & non-linear narrative. PS/SS through post-DH (1981-1999). Harry/Ginny.

read chapters one & two on AO3 🪵🌳⛰️

Now they all clamber dutifully in, three to a boat, her and Hermione and Hannah. It’s awkward and cramped, all of them with their knees up, bodies too big for vessels built for children. The lake water ripples unnaturally ahead of them. She wonders if the Giant Squid thinks this ceremony is stupid, too. ��In boarding the boats that ferried you to the castle all those years ago,’ McGonagall says in her speech, ‘you come full circle, back to where your magical education first began. I suggest you take the opportunity to reflect on all you have learned in the years since, and what awaits you beyond these shores.’ For the length of the lake, Ginny stares straight ahead. She intends to reflect on nothing at all, out of spite.

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