Seamus: What do you say when answering the phone?
Ron: Who is this?
Hermione: Yes, this is she.
Draco: Fuck off.
Ginny: I don’t even pick up the phone.
Harry: No they're dead, this is their kid.
Ron: … Harry we talked about this.
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baker's special touch
pairing: george weasley x fem!reader
request(s): I have an idea what if it’s like a Weasley( you choose) falling in love with a muggle reader that working in a restaurant like Texas Roadhouse where you can kinda see the famous rolls being cut and made?
Same Texas Roadhouse anon that makes me super excited cus I work there and I think it’d be really fucking cute just a girl with the I heart my job shirt and covered in flour with burn marks gets a cute red headed wizard to fall for her
note: im so sorry this took so long to write - college is so draining lol, but hey! its posted, finally! i hope y'all enjoy this, feel like it could be better but :/
you felt those brown eyes on you the second the family walked in, dressed in...well, an interesting choice of attire. one thing you noticed before the two of you made eye contact for the first time, was that the entirety of them were all redheads. well, except two of them - but you could tell they were friends of the red-haired siblings.
while measuring the flour and slowly dumping it into a strainer where chunks of flour would stop, you noticed him. he had clearly noticed you, sending a side-smile as his eyes glanced downwards, his mouth reading, "I love my job."
you gave a quiet snort as you realized the redhead had looked at your shirt, seeming to find it adorable, yet humorous. with a heart in the middle, the shirt declared you loved working at the restaurant chain. still measuring the flour (and looking at said-handsome redhead), you had failed to notice too much flour was falling onto the dough.
the redhead walked over to the glass where you were making the famous bread and gave a smile, "'afternoon."
you licked your lips quickly and let out a breath, "hi, good afternoon," offering a smile.
the young man looked down, "do you have enough bread with your flour?"
you blinked, then looked down, realizing your dough was covered in flour, alongside some of your shirt, "shoot! i'm - i'm so sorry, that's a bit embarrassing."
as you attempted to wipe off some remnants of the flour onto your counter and mush the dough together, the redhead laughed, "no worries, sweetheart, not as embarrassing as my sister over there having a blatant, obvious crush on our friend, harry."
you glanced over to the family who was standing at the hostess podium, being told about the 20-minute wait; there was indeed a young girl there making somewhat puppy eyes at the dark-haired boy. you giggled, "she does seem to be a bit lovesick over him, yeah? is that your family?"
he nodded, "that they are. we're here visiting on summer vacation from scotland. any sight-seeing recommendations while we're here in the u.s of a?"
you gave a smile as you kneaded the bread, "well, you're off to a great start by eating at a texas roadhouse - we have the best bread ever."
the redhead raised his eyebrows, an unsure smile on his face, "i hope you understand my hesitance about the rolls."
you laughed at his teasing, "i've been doing this for a few years, mr redhead, i know how to correct my mistakes! that was definitely a one-time occurrence."
the man laughed, hand to his chest, "so what i'm hearing is, is that you were so taken aback by my beauty that you over-floured your bread?"
you chuckled, "i've never heard of 'over-flouring' bread before, but i guess that's an accurate description, yeah."
"the name is george, by the way, and you just admitted that you were basically giving me puppy eyes, too," george said, a smirk on his face.
you bit your bottom lip, looking down at the dough you were kneading, "i have no idea what you're talking about, george."
george gave a soft smile, "your performance - and your dough - says otherwise, y/n." your heart swelled at the playful banter alongside the calmness in his voice - he seemed genuinely interested in having a conversation with you, and you appreciated that.
you were almost shocked as to how he knew your name - until you realized it was written on your nametag.
looking back at george without stopping your kneading, you gave him a smile of your own, "well, you seem a bit interested in me as you'd rather converse with a chain-restaurant baker than your family."
george shrugged, unashamed in admitting the truth, "i spend all day, every day with them. i think they understand i need to talk to a pretty lady every once in a while. this one happens to be a baker."
you felt a blush rush up to your cheeks as he complimented you until you heard him go, "oh! cheesecake!"
with a laugh, you saw george press up against the glass, eyes wide as he looked at the desserts, "you make cheesecake here?"
george looked to you for an answer as you fell into a fit of giggles, "i-i'm sorry, just your reaction was hilarious. but yes, we do - i actually make them."
george kept his eyes on the prize, hands still pressed against the mirror, "well, i already know it tastes better than my mum's; her's tastes like cardboard."
"george!" you exclaimed in a laugh, carefully slicing your dough in shapes of soft squares.
he shrugged, "it's true, her cooking skills are fantastic, though! not sure where she fell short."
you giggled softly, "well, not everyone can have a baker's hands. hey, if the cheesecake is still here by the time your family is done their meals, i'll pack it up for you."
george's eyes grew wide, already trying to deny your offer, "no, no, i couldn't-"
you gave him a genuine smile, "let me, please. this is honestly the most fun i've had here in a while, it'd be my pleasure."
george snickered, eyeing your shirt again, "thought you 'loved your job'?"
with a shake of your head, you laughed once more and looked at george, "just accept the cheesecake on your way out."
before he could respond, you could see (and hear) his mother calling for him, saying their table was ready. george turned and nodded to her, spinning back around to look at you, "when do you get off work?"
you checked your watch that laid against the glass (just so you didn't get flour and other ingredients on it), "in 2 hours - but don't worry, i'll still be around. i have to keep my word, and eye out, for your cheesecake."
george cackled as he started to walk away, "see you shortly, y/n," he waved, still looking at you.
your face hurt from smiling so much as you waved back, "bye, george."
the remaining two hours flew by, but some moments seemed to last forever. coincidentally enough, the family of nine (which, you overheard, was actually eleven, but two were away at work) was seated near your station and you felt those same brown eyes on you the majority of the time. carefully slicing the risen dough, you'd butter them and place them in the oven, then moving on to some desserts a few customers had asked for.
every now and then, you'd glance up and see george looking at you, a small smile on his face. you'd shyly smile back, sending a small wave as his smile would grow bigger. then, his twin - which absolutely rocked your brain - would nudge him and rush him back into the conversation. even though you weren't sure what was going to happen once his family was done dinner, you were looking forward to spending time with george - even if it was only a few minutes.
not soon enough, after more flour covered your arms and shirt, it was about ten minutes until your shift was over. glancing over at the family, you saw george's parents talking to their server about getting the check. quickly rushing to the sink, you washed off your hands and arms and dried them with a towel. then, making your way over to the dessert trays, you leaned down to grab a small box, opening it up and setting it atop of the counter.
george was caught up in a conversation with harry and the other girl that he failed to notice you packing up the cheesecake he spotted earlier in the night. carefully placing the cheesecake inside the box, you ripped off a piece of paper and wrote down your phone number, thanking him for a fun night and to call whenever he can. taping it to the inside of the top of the box, you shut the box and waited until george made his way back to your counter.
finally, after paying for the meal, the family of nine stood up and cleaned as much as they could of their table (which absolutely melted your heart). the family was making their way outside until george told them to go ahead, saying he needed to make a stop. his mum watched him as they left, eyes upon you and her son as he came up to your counter.
george smiled, "i see you didn't listen, miss baker."
you glanced at the cheesecake box, "what ever do you mean, mister george?"
the redhead looked down at the box, a small smile on his face, "you didn't have to do this, you know."
"i know, but i wanted to. there's enough for everyone," you said, glancing to his mum as she smiled at you. with a bite of the inside of your cheek, you looked to george, "i'm off work, you know."
george's eyebrows raised, "you are! here, let me walk you out - i can carry this," he said, picking up the box as he held out his arm for you to latch onto.
you laughed, "why thank you, kind sir, how generous of you."
george's mum had snuck out just in time to hold the door open for you as you both stepped out. you turned, "oh, thank you!"
she smiled, "not a problem, dear. george, are you going to introduce us?"
george's face grew hot as fred whistled, "is that your girlfriend, georgie?"
with a glare, george held his head high and the cheesecake a bit tighter, "she's just my favorite baker, phenomenal, really."
the youngest redhead exclaimed with his arms out, "we've been here three days, bloody hell!"
you laughed as his mum smacked him across the head, "ronald weasley! now where'd you learn that tone?"
george chuckled, pulling you along as his father nodded at him. "so," he started, "can i walk you to your chariot?"
you gave a soft laugh, "you may. only a few cars away, though."
the two of you walked in comfortable silence as every once in a while, george would squeeze your hand - as soon enough, your hands were intertwined. not even a minute later, you turned to him, "this is me."
george looked at your car, which was almost exactly like the ford anglia at home. the twin smiled at you, "i had fun tonight, and thank you for this," gesturing towards the cheesecake.
you laughed, "we haven't even gone on a date yet and you already had fun?"
george raised an eyebrow, "so you're agreeing to a date?"
your face flushed red, "i - well, it would be rude not to, wouldn't it?"
george stood in front of you, a slight blush on his cheeks, "i suppose it would, yeah."
silence enveloped the both of you as you took in his appearance, counting every freckle and blemish on his skin. unknowingly, he was doing the same to you, a small smile growing on his face.
he whispered, voice barely heard, "can i kiss you? on the cheek, i mean?"
you gave a small smile of your own and nodded. hooking the cheesecake box underneath his right arm, george's left hand landed on your cheek and soon enough, his lips pressed against your cheek so soft that you barely felt it. he laid another one on your skin, one after another and you soon fell into a fit of giggles as george repeatedly kissed your skin. looking up at him, his eyes were so bright and just...happy.
you imagined you looked the same.
george chortled, a slight blush on his cheeks, "yup, definitely a baker's special touch."
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if i started selling (cheap-ish) harry potter common room scented wax melts on etsy, would they be popular? like slytherin would be like peppermint, evergreen, pine, rain. and raven claw would be like old books, rainstorms, ocean breeze. and griffyndor would be like cinnamon, orange, cardamom, burning wood. hufflepuff would be like morning dew, rosemary, basil, like rich dirt sorta smell. do you think it would be popular and is there anything you would change about the smells and stuff?
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Games in the Gryfindor dormities! Why hanging out, someone made a joke or commont, and it resulted in tickle games
This would be around first or second year.
I expect Harry is not one very familiar with things and kind touches. I dont imagine anyone played games with him, hugged, that sort of thing, growing up, poor thing. And tickling is a way of bonding and playing. For parents and relatives its a common game to play with younger children and show affection and care.
Since coming to Hogwarts hes slowly no doubt expereinced a lot of new, very nice things People who DO care, treat him like a person, friends.
Hermione pauses incase there cuasing him accidental distress(especially if they know about his homelife). He might be nervous when people touch him, epecting something bad, or since not being used to this sensation it might be overwhelming or there aciddenlty hurting him(not many like to be tickled but if youve never at ALL, might be panicking under all that laughter). There his friends they dont want to upset him or cause him upset.
But Harry's sorta liking it! It feels, fun, and something else to do, share, with your friends. Hes just yelling out stop on instinct as you often do even when you like it Hes a bit shy about asking them to continue as you can see, but lucky they get the message And are equally pleased they can do something to make there friend happy.
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Harry: you like Hermione.
Ron: Ofcourse I do. She is my best friend.
Harry: you know what I mean. You fancy her.
Ron: not at all.
Harry: Okay. How does Hermione like her coffee?
Ron: you know she hates coffee.
Harry: when's her birthday?
Ron: 19th September.
Harry: what's her favourite subject?
Ron: Transfiguration. Why are you asking me all these? She is my friend. Ofc I know about her.
Harry: when's my birthday?
Ron: oh it's on.... ummm
Ron: okay. Fair enough.
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The Book 1 Paradox
Hermione: oh no professor Snape is trying to kill my friend
Hermione: I must stop him
Hermione: but how
Hermione: *sets Snape on fire*
*Mere months later...*
Hermione: oh no my friends are about to be killed by a giant monster plant
Hermione: I must save them
Hermione: but how
Hermione: no seriously how do I save you guys
Ron: GIRL ARE YOU SERIOUSLY FOR REAL RIGHT NOW?????
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can you write anything that’s smut ronxreader :)
yesss i'll write a little blurb since idk if i have the brain cells to write a full thing rn thanks for asking babe
You lifted your trembling fingers to your boyfriend Rons sharp jawline as he thrusted in and out of your throbbing cunt. The moans that left your mouth were pornographic and the noises that filled the room were more than arousing.
"Fuck, I never get tired of pounding this little pussy," he growled in your ear. Your brain was too fuzzy to respond properly, so you resorted to a small whine. Ron noticed your innocent babbling and smirked.
"What's the matter? All fucked out for me, hm?" he teased. You bucked your hips as his thick cock brushed past your g-spot. You moaned his name loud as you felt that oh so sweet knot fill in your lower belly.
"coming- m'gonna cum- ronnie p-please," you managed to stutter out. Ron reached his hand down and starting drawing tight circles on your sensitive clit. Your legs shook from the overstimulation. Rons thrusts became sloppy and his breathing became heavy as he felt the veins in his cock pulse.
"Fuck- gonna fill this pretty cunt up baby. Cum for me," he ordered. As if he flipped a switch, you felt your vision blur and blacken and your legs shake as the knot that was formed unravel itself.
"Fuck- fuck- fuck- fuck-" you chanted as your orgasm continued to crash. Ron stared down at your beautiful, convulsing body, which was enough to make him finish.
"Fuck y/n-" he groaned as his white ropes painted your walls. You whined at the feeling of his warm cum filling you up. Ron kissed down your neck softly as you both came down from your highs.
Finally, he pulled out, letting cum spew out of your hole. Your chest rose and fell softly. Ron groaned at the flushed and fucked out beauty in front of him, cursing lightly as he felt himself get hard once again.
You bit your lip at the sight of his hard cock in front of your face. With a smirk, you looked up at him and said,
"I assume you want a round two."
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can you do 22 from the fluff prompt list with draco please?? :))
thank you for the request! i'm excited to get this night started hehe
prompt list for my unexpected drabble night :)
Summary: "You made me a better person. Thank you."
Pairing: draco malfoy x reader
Word Count: 700
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"I can't believe you've got me picking flowers right now," Draco chuckled.
You had pulled him out of the school on a bright, Saturday morning. The air was warm with a nice breeze, and Draco was in a very pleasant mood that morning.
You giggled from your place in the grass as Draco knelt down next to you and started to pick vibrant-colored flowers.
"It's a very calming activity, perfect for a morning like this, Dray." You smiled as you plucked some of your own.
"Is there a reason we're picking flowers when we could be cuddled up in bed right now?"
Draco sat right next to you and leaned his chin on your shoulder to press a soft kiss behind your ear.
You giggled when his lips tickled your neck.
You leaned back a bit so you could look at him properly. His features were soft; he looked angelic, and free of burden.
You leaned up and placed your kiss on his forehead. You grinned when a soft smile grew on your boyfriend's face. "I just wanted to make a new flower crown. The one I made before wilted, so I thought today would be a nice day to make one."
Draco smiled, his eyes shining as he stared at you. "You're so precious, Y/n."
You chuckled and shook your head. "Come on, darling, get back to collecting flowers, will you?"
"Yes, ma'am." He teased as he picked out only the prettiest flowers for the prettiest girl.
While doing so, Draco began to think about his life up until this moment. He'd never been happier than he was just then. He felt so pure and blissful just sitting in the grass with the girl he loved collecting flowers for her. It was something Draco never thought he would do. It was never something he thought he would like to do.
"I love you, Y/n."
You lifted your head from your pile of flowers to look at your boyfriend, an adoring smile etched on his face.
"I love you too, Dray, thank you for coming out here with me."
"I mean I really love you." Draco clarified as he reached up and brushed a stray piece of hair behind your ear. "I wouldn't be here right now if it wasn't for you."
You smiled, "picking flowers you mean?"
Draco lightly chuckled and shook his head. He cupped your face in his hand, and softly traced your cheek with his thumb. "I mean you make me a better person.
I wouldn't do half the things I do now if it wasn't for you. I wouldn't have made genuine friendships if you didn't teach me to let people in. I would have still be the guy I was in third year if you didn't show me kindness, and I would have never opened myself up to something as beautiful as love if you weren't there for me. I guess I just want to say thank you."
Your lips slightly parted as you listened to Draco's speech, so enamored by what he was confessing. Your lips finally curved up into a soft smile as you dragged your hand up to cup his face.
"Darling, you did all of that on your own." You clarified, "All I did was stand by you as you made those changes yourself."
Draco chuckled and pulled you down to him as he fell backwards onto the soft grass.
You squealed as you hovered over your boyfriend, his fingers slotted around your waist, yours on either side of his head.
"You make me feel loved, darling, and I can't possibly thank you enough for showing me how wonderful that feels." Draco slowly pulled you closer to him. You followed his lead, and locked your lips with his.
Kissing Draco, no matter how many times you do, never fails to give you butterflies. Something about the blonde boy enthralled you from the beginning, and you would be forever grateful to get his love in return.
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Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (2009) dir. David Yates
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i love OOTP!Ron so much ♡
(part 1 of the gifset);
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Draco: Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 million gold?
Harry: You stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house.
Ron: You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 million.
Harry: Good thinking.
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Dumbledore: If you have any complaints about how I run this place, you can put them in the suggestion box.
Everyone in Hogwarts:
Harry: That's... a garbage can.
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How The Harry Potter Boys Ask You Out
So, this one goes along with my last preference, on how you meet the HP boys, so you should go read that one first.
It’s one of my last posts, so go check it out!
Ever since Harry helped me with my Snape issue, I've felt a lot more confident about not so good grades. I've only gotten a few since then, but I feel much better and handle getting them smoother. Harry and I studied together once, but we were with Hermione and Ron as well.
I am currently sitting in the library, looking for some information on some ancient witches and wizards, when I hear some rustling from the bookshelves. Nobody was on the row I was sitting in, so I walked to the other side, to see Harry peeking through the books,
"Looking for something?" I asked, and he turned around quickly.
"Oh.. uh no. Nothing in particular." He lifted up his hand and gently wiped some sweat off of his forehead.
"Mkay. Well.." He interrupted me.
"Well, could I ask you something?" He replied.
"Do you wanna, uh, have another study date together?" Harry asked, his glasses sliding off of his nose from the sweat.
"With Hermione and Ron?"
"No, just us."
"Did you just ask me out, Harry Potter?"
"Well, I would love to. This Saturday, 9:00."
(Who am I kidding though, nobody wakes up on a Saturday before at least 10-11)
When I first met Ron in the Grand Hall that night, I have been a lot more happy.
When I met Hermione, I didn't have any friends at Hogwarts. She said she would introduce me to her new buddies, and that we could all be a group of best friends. So, I didn't decline the offer, as that would be rude.
Ron and I have hung out a lot with the group. Never alone, but always with the others.
I walked out of my common room, and I saw Ron standing outside of the door, looking nervous.
"Ron?" I asked.
"AH. Bloody Hell, Y/N!" He screamed.
"I-it's okay. What did you need?" He asked.
"Nothing, I just came out of my common room to see you creepily standing there, so I think the question is, what do you need?"
"Oh.. right, I'm here for a reason... what is it... what is it.." Then his face turned even redder, clearly he had remembered why he was there.
"Oh yes. Okay," He took a deep breath. "I wanted to know, if you would like... to go to... The Leaky Cauldron.. with me... this weekend?"
"Oh, Ron, I would love to! Are Harry and Hermione coming too?" I asked.
"No.. unless you want them to, because if you want them to I will ask them too!" He exclaimed.
"No. It's fine with just us. I'll see you there." I smiled, walking off.
(We're going to say this takes place when he first became a Death Eater)
"Malfoy. I need to talk to you!" I screamed at Draco.
"What is it?"
"You need to stop picking on my friends, and calling them.. mud-you-know-whats." I explained, not so calmly.
"And why should I do that, Y/L/N?"
"Because if you have any emotion in your body, which you proved that you did when you gave me my locket back, then you would know that it is not right to call people that." And with that, I walked away.
The next day, I saw Draco sitting in a corner of a hall where nobody was. He seemed to be crying, so I walked up to him.
"Draco, are you okay?" I asked. And then I saw it. On his arm, was a Dark Mark. "What the Hell is that!?"
"Be quiet!" He said through tears.
"Okay, I'm sorry, but why did you resort to this?"
"I didn't. I don't want to, but if I don't kill Dumbledore they're gonna kill me. I have to do it, I have to." He burst out in more tears, and I gave him a hug, which I didn't expect him to let me do.
Eventually, he put his arms around me, and hugged back for a short minute.
"W-would you maybe like want to go to Hogsmeade with me next time we get to go, we could get butterbeer."
"Awh, sure. That sounds nice. I'll see you there." I slowly started to walk away, but before I was gone, I said, "If you need anything, let me know."
(This one is short, but it is soooo cute)
I was sitting in Snape's classroom, doing some work, when a paper hit my head. I looked up to see who had thrown it, and I saw Fred.
I mouthed, "what?"
And he pointed at me, then back at himself, and made an awkward dance movement.
I nodded, and grinned. He had asked me to the Yule Ball!
It was almost the end of term, and the end of year exams were coming up. All I wanted to do was pull some more pranks on people, but I had absolutely no time. That's when George walked up to me.
"Hey, Y/N." He said.
"Hey, George." I groaned, loudly shutting my book.
"Annoyed with the end of year exams?" He asked, sitting next to me.
"Well, I was thinking do you want to come to my house this summer, and discuss some awesome prank ideas?"
"Oh, I would love that! All I want to do is prank people, but I need to get an O on my tests, and I am not going to risk it for that." I explained.
"Sounds good. I'll send you an owl with my address and maybe you can get your parents to take you."
"Alright." I smiled. "Bye, George."
Neville and I got paired up in herbology again after we wrote that perfect report on Mandrakes.
When Neville found out about this, he seemed to blush a little bit. Today we were going to study in the library and get some more work done on our assignment.
We were walking to the library together, when he suddenly stopped.
"Neville, are you okay?" I asked.
"Y-yes, I was just wondering, would.. would you like to go out with me?" He asked.
(Neville is so pure he would just straight up ask you)
"Oh, sure, Neville! Let's get to studying, then we can talk more about it."
Ever since the Quidditch tournament, when the Death Eaters attacked, I've had some trouble sleeping. It's not fun to see people get killed while you're supposed to be having fun.
I think Harry is shaken up too. I've talked to him about it a few times.
Anyway, today I have a class with Cedric.
We're learning about something called a Boggart..
After the lesson about what a Boggart is, I'm not feeling any better than before. Actually, I'm feeling worse.
We're supposed to face this creature, and watch it transform into our biggest fear. In front of the entire class, and Cedric.
After a few people had gone, it was my turn.
I watched the Boggart which before was a , become a tall being in a cone shaped hat, and a mask.
People around me gasped, and I started to feel light-headed.
I saw Cedric get worried, and instead of the spell I was supposed to do, I ran out of the room crying, and heard people laughing at me. I sat down on the floor.
After like ten minutes, Cedric walked out of the classroom, and came towards me, and sat down next to me.
"Hey, Y/N. Pretty shaken up about the tournament still?" He asked.
"Yeah.. it's stupid, I know." I sighed, chuckling.
"No, it's not. It's perfectly normal to be afraid of things like that."
"Thanks, Cedric.. that makes me feel better."
"Do you maybe wanna have a picnic out at the courtyard for lunch today?"
"Are you asking me out on a date?"
I was sitting in the Grand Hall, reading a book, by the fire, when Tom came up to me and said in a sort of demand, "Go out with me."
I shut the book, and said, "No."
"Because it's not polite to ask a lady out like that, so try again and maybe you'll get a different answer." I explained.
"Fine. Will you go out with me?"
"Yes, meet me at the astronomy tower tonight."
Okay, here it is!!
Please let me know of any errors or spelling mistakes.
Thank you for reading!
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lovelyberenice’s kinktober art exhibits
a/n:welcome to my kinktober event! these are not going to be full fics, but blurbs. this is strictly only open for an 16+ audience and anyone under interacting will be blocked! anyways relax, walk around, and welcome to lovelyberenice’s kinktober art exhibits
(will be linked once posted) kinktober taglist
cheerleader!hermione granger x quidditch player!reader
brushes: nipple play, breast worship, thigh riding.
professor!astoria greengrass x college student!reader
brushes: praise kink, heavy make-out session, pet names, cunnilingus, hair pulling.
luna lovegood x mafia leader!reader !trigger warning!
brushes: blood play, knife play, dacryphilia.
step mom!lily evans x reader
brushes: mommy kink, bath/shower sex.
ceo!ginny weasley x assistant!reader
brushes: orgasm denial, begging, sex toys, squirting.
milf!lavender brown x yoga instructor!reader
brushes: squirting, ass worship,age difference (9-ish years).
pornstar!veronica fisher x pornstar!reader
brushes: face sitting, six-nine, spanking.
sex demon!marlene mckinnon x angel!reader !trigger warning!
brushes: wax play, bondage, fingering, orsasm play, degrading, blood play, knife play.
milf!neighbor!hermione granger x reader
brushes: gagging, food play.
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Honestly, I don't know if I will ever understand why JK Rowling didn't make Harry x Hermione Canon.
I've spent the last couple of weeks on HBO watching the Harry Potter movies from beginning to end. I watched Harry and Hermione dote on each, support each other, comfort each other, protect each other, and watch out for each other. I've watched them do it all without envy, bitterness, jealousness, or spite.
I've watched Hermione exhibit tremendous bravery for Harry's sake. I've watched Harry show Hermione tremendous empathy and emotional perceptiveness.
I have watched Harry and Hermione fight and quickly makeup. I've watched Harry and Hermione apologize to each other when they are wrong. I've watched Harry and Hermione look after each other when no one else was paying attention. I'm watched Harry and Hermione be each other's shoulder to cry on.
I've watched Hermione cut Harry's hair, and I've watched Harry ask Hermione to dance. I've watched the two of them confide in each other the way they confide in no one else including Ron and Ginny. I've watched Harry and Hermione understand each other in a way that no other wizard can, because they both grew up in the Muggle World.
Yet, JK Rowling didn't make the two of them cannon.
I think I understand why. It's because if Hermione married Ron and Harry married Ginny then they would all be Weasleys, and they would have restored what they had both lost: a family.
However, when I think about Harry and Hermione's relationship, I see a friendship that could have become a marriage of two people that most people could only dream of.
When I see Ron and Hermione's relationship, I see two siblings who bitterly bicker without relent. That some how subtly snuck up on us and become a relationship, and not necessarily a great one.
When I see Harry and Ginny's relationship, I see something that quickly went from being under the radar to a relationship based on the most exciting characteristics of both characters seemingly overnight. However, their relationship isn't based on the same quiet, serene, intimate moments that Harry and Hermione enjoy so much together.
As an adult, I can see the build up for all three relationships. However, if I had to choose the perfect marriage for myself, I would choose what Harry and Hermione have ALL DAY EVERY DAY. They have the one relationship taht I truly believe could last a lifetime and longer.
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People need to understand it's not Ron vs Hermione. It was never either Ron or Hermione.
It was ALWAYS Ron AND Hermione. And it will ALWAYS be Ron AND Hermione.
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The Missing Rat
smut, angst, fluff: fluff
pairing: ron weasley x reader(fem)
word count: 709
summary: 3rd year ron blames hermione for scabbers dissapearance, but you ended up finding the rat and giving it back to ron, now he can’t keep his eyes off of you (I kinda imagine a hufflepuff reader but it never mentions a house)
warnings: none ig
a/n: I'm so sorry that I've been gone for so long, I just literally no idea what to write abt, like I was DYING to write something, couldn’t think of anything, but I’m currently rereading POA and thought of this, it’s not much but it’ll do. not done with the book btw so if I get anything wrote, sorry
Harry thought this was the end of Ron and Hermione’s friendship. Hermione refused to believe all evidence pointed to Crookshanks, her cat. And both of them refused to apologize.
Y/n was in the kitchen one day, helping out the house elves when she heard a faint squeak coming from one of the dirty pots. Brows furrowed in confusion, she hesitantly walked over to the pots, and looked to find a grey rat, with thin hair and a missing finger eating leftover rice pudding.
The rat struggled a bit when Y/n picked him up, she knew she couldn’t keep the rat in the kitchen, so she placed it in her pocket until she left the kitchen.
She ran to her common room, and made a little bed out of her dirty laundry for the rat, and placed it on the “bed”, the rat snuggled himself, let out a big sigh and shut his eyes. Y/n pet the rat on the top of his head.
Y/n had spent plenty of time with the rat, and ended up naming him Derek, spent hours in the library trying to fix his thinning fur, although, nothing seemed to work, she still cared for him the same.
Everything seems swell until, an orange, mangy cat strolled right past Y/n and Derek, and the rat hopped out of Y/n’s hands and ran at the speed of lightning. “Derek! Derek, no!” Y/n yelled out, and ran after Derek.
Y/n had ran all the way to Hagrid’s Hut. She panted, and knocked at the door furiously. “Hagrid!” The door swung open, and Hagrid looked miserable. She planned to question him later, and asked instead, “Hagrid, my rat just ran away. Have you seen him?” He let her in, and it turns out that there was three Gryffindor students looking sad as well. “Sorry, Y/n. I haven’t seen a rat anywhere.” the gamekeeper says.
Her eyes glanced down to the floor, looking around to find little Derek, and there he was, behind Hagrid’s giant foot. “Ah ha! There he is.” She kneeled down to grab him.
“Hey that’s Scabbers!” Says the red-headed boy. “You found him.” Y/n gave him a look. “Scabbers? This is Derek. Found him a few weeks ago.” He nodded happily. “Yeah, Scabbers ran away a few weeks ago.”
Y/n realized that the story lined up, she made Scabbers face her and said, “Well I guess this is goodbye Derek.” She pet Scabbers’ little head and hesitantly handed it to the boy and walked out.
A few days later, Ron had seen Y/n everywhere. The Great Hall, during class changes, the library, and classes. Although, Scabbers wasn't who he though he was, Ron admired Y/n for taking care of a lost rat and making him feel loved. Ron admired Y/n’s good-naturedness and realized how pure her heart was.
Harry and Hermione were constantly teasing him for his wandering eyes. Ron had denied it, but neither of them were convinced.
It wasn’t until the very last day at school that they met again.
“Oof!” They said as they bumped into each other. Y/n smiled at him, and Ron looked nervous. “Hi.” She greeted, and he did the same. “How’s ‘Scabbers’?” She rolled her eyes playfully. Ron chuckled but looked down. “I-uhh lost him again?” He said, although it sounded more like a question. She eyed him before deciding not to question him. “Damn, I liked that rat too.” They chuckled once more before looking at each other awkwardly.
“I never got your name.” Ron says quickly. “Y/n. Yours?”
“Ron.” She grins at him. “Well, I’ll see you next year, Ron.” She begins to walk away from him. “Uh- WAIT! Uhh, I mean, uhh...” She turns back around to Ron, who’s face was as red as his hair. She walks closer to him. Ron looks down at her, and he can’t help but stutter.
“Is there something else you’d like to say to me, Ron?” She smirks. Ron seemed to think she knew what was happening. “I would like to get to know you more.” He spits out. She nods. “So would I.” She says. “We can meet up before the last feast of the year. Can you meet me by the kitchen’s painting?”
“Yeah, see you then.”
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people are gonna disagree with me for this one but personally i'm quite strict when it comes to character's physical appearance. and yeah obviously i don't have a problem if you just imagine someone each way, but people tend to forget how these characters actually look like.
hermione in canon isn't black. she was never described this way unlike characters such as angelina or dean. the only description of her appearance we got is that she used to have big front teeth, she has bushy brown (not black as some people make her) hair (and they weren't described dark) and brown eyes. she was described to get tanned during summer holidays before 3rd year and we all can agree it would be more noticeable if she was white. and the argument that this is why she fought for house elves' rights makes no sense - you don't have to be black to fight for someone's rights
lavender's case also makes no sense. people imagine her black (which is kind of complicated adding her blonde hair) only because apparently actress in previous movies was black. we can't even be sure if it was her - movies added a lot of usless characters in the background (another gryffindor girls from harry's year, amanda, girl from da). and movies aren't even canon. they have awful plot and destroyed so much (aesthetics are only good thing + destroying the elder wand). and again, as a character playing important part in hbp it'd had been mentioned.
harry was tall. the only reason why too many people think he's short is because of daniel's height. i did my research several times and harry'd be around 6'0 tall (around 182cm). he was rather short in first books which is obvious, but he started getting taller during summer holidays before 5th year, and year later his growth was very noticeable. he was james' height who was few times described as tall.
and also idea of harry being black makes no sense. he was described to be pale whenever something bad happened and as a copy of james, it would have been described but WASN'T.
and the one that makes my blood boil: sirius was indeed taller than remus for fuck's sake. marauders stans on tiktok are so pressed to the point they keep shitting on marauders' fanarts where sirius is taller. well, those fanarts are correct with the canon. sirius was ALWAYS described as tall. the whole black family was tall; bellatrix was taller than dh harry. andromeda was very similar to her, so she was probably tall too. narcissa (about who people tend to forget too) was also tall - draco became taller than her in later books. regulus was SHORTER than sirius, yet he wasn't described as short. sirius height is around 6'2-6'3 (188-191cm). remus' height was NEVER described. he was never described as short nor tall. unlike james and sirius as tall and peter as short. he was in between. he'd be somewhere around 5'10 probably. read the mf books.
the only cases i can agree with is neville and luna. i cannot imagine neville with blonde hair and luna with dark blonde hair.
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dani hear me out okay?
when ron is in a v mean dom mood (even tho you’ve been a good girl) and he’s overstimming you and when you try to push him away he j grips your hands in one of his and pins them above your head and goes “what’s wrong angel? i thought you asked to cum. daddy’s j giving you what you want :(“ 😵💫😵💫😵💫 thoughts being thinked
HES SO😵💫 saying “come on, lovie, just one more for daddy, y’can do it” even though he’ll most likely give you 4 more 🥴
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I DON'T understand why would McGonagall, aka the most responsible adult in the whole series, give Hermione Granger, a 13 year-old a time turner, aka a device that could be so dangerous. Like, I get it, she trusted Hermione, 'cause Hermione seemed more mature than most people (like me, for example), but still SHE WAS 13!
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