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Fields of Asphodel
by RoxyJewell
Chapter 4: Diving
Hate flirting. Harry’s oblivious to everything. Fred’s funeral. Harry finds Hermione’s memories.
#harry potter fanfiction#harry potter#hp fic#draco x hermione#dramione#hp fandom#draco malfoy#hermione granger#nottpott#theodore nott#pansy parkinson#ron weasley#ronsy
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Another comm for icarryyourheart15 on insta and ao3 who gave me the opportunity to stretch my wings and draw Ronsy!
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Must Be Counterfeit
by takearisk
Ron hesitated, his fist raised to knock on the weathered, dark green door of the third floor walk-up. It seemed an odd thing, to regret an actuality that hadn’t even happened yet. But there he was, utterly dreading the moment he would pound on the heavy wood in front of him and the flat’s occupant would answer.
read on ao3
#RONSY#ron weasley#pansy parkinson#ron/pansy#hp fanfic#hp rarepairs#enemies to lovers#fuck or die#my edit#my fic
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I loved that in this beautiful fanart of the ship of Ron Weasley and Pansy Párkinson apart because they are together in Slytherin. And I also like the fact that despite the fact that Ron is with Pansy in Slytherin... Ron was wearing a sweater with the Gryffindor logo and that Pansy doesn't seem to bother him.
By the way, this beautiful Fanart from Ron and Pansy's ship is not mine and the credits are not for me. But I'm letting you know that right here I'm also going to leave you the link of the true creator of this masterpiece in DeviantArt.
#ronsy#ron x pansy#ron weasley#pansy parkinson#Ronsy#Ransy#Ron and Pansy#Ron x Pansy#Ron Weasley#Pansy Parkinson#Werewolf!Ron#Vampire!Pansy#slytherin!ron#slytherin!pansy
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I’m loving your current drarry fanfiction!!! Unknown has me deep in the drarry fanfics now. I also love your pairing of pansy and Ron and Ginny and Theo. Do you have any fics you would recommend of these two pairings?
thanks so much anon, i'm loving it too.
unfortunately i only have one for ginny/theo:
Must Love Quidditch (drarry)
Ronsy recs:
How it Falls
I Wanna Learn a Love Song (self-rec)
I Really Really (Really Really Really) Like You
Palate Cleanser
How To Catch A Weasley (And Maybe A Potter, Too) (drarry, background ronsy)
Tying the Nott (theomione, background ronsy)
The Broom-Averse Guide to Magical Methods of Transportation (this is a ronsy WIP that i havent even started yet but i trust malpal132 with my life and also im sorry i havent read yet)
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The Best Gifts are Large and Red
Ron Weasley x Pansy Parkinson | @hp-yuletide-bliss Day 2: Only one blanket | WC 3048| Rating: M (implied/referenced sex)
She woke up feeling like she’d been whacked over the head by the Whomping Willow, or perhaps sat on by Millicent Bulstrode, only that was impossible because Pansy hadn’t been a student for years now. The bitter taste on her tongue suggested she’d been drinking, but the details were fuzzy. There’d been that delightful cider concoction made by the Weaslette, correction, Potterette, and then Blaise had thrust a mug of unknown liquid he swore would blow Pansy’s mind.
She couldn’t remember a blasted thing after that, and she’d bet a million Galleons Lovegood had something to do with it. She and Blaise had gotten together recently and were already talking circles around their friend groups. Pansy flapped her hand around in search of the edge of the bed, but smacked against a warm body instead.
“‘S goin’ on?”
She knew that voice.
Oh, no. Please, Morgana, please don’t tell me I—
“Parkinson?”
She opened her eyes to the sight of a disheveled redhead sitting up with the sheets piled around his waist.
He was bare chested.
She’d bet another million Galleons that he was bare everywhere else, too.
He clutched his head and groaned, and because of her close proximity she couldn’t help but notice the way that the muscles in his shoulders and arms flexed. Her eyes drifted down as if they had a will of their own, tracing the tip of his throat, the defined lines of his chest, and the smattering of hair a shade darker than his head.
Ron Weasley was ripped. When had that happened?
Now that she thought about it, he’d played Quidditch in school, even if he’d been shite at the start, and played frequent pick-up games with the boys. She knew he’d been an Auror for a number of years before leaving to work with his jokester brother. He looked more like that other brother of his, the dragon-crazed one. Pansy remembered seeing him with the rest of the trainers back in Fourth Year with the Triwizard Tournament and had thought him the hottest of the Weasley clan by far with all those muscles and scars and his darker auburn hair that curled in perfect ringlets around his face.
Ron wasn’t quite at that level, but he was still quite nice to look at.
“Gah, I need to piss.”
But not listen to.
“By all means, go to the loo. There’s certainly nothing else more pressing at the moment other than the fact that we’re naked in the same bed and I don’t remember a damned thing!” By this point, Pansy was also sitting up, her hands clutching the blankets tight to her collarbone.
He at least had the graciousness to blush at her panic, light blue eyes taking her in. No doubt he was cataloging her smeared makeup, or maybe the hair which she knew must have reverted from its charmed straightness back to unruly waves.
“Merlin, you’re perky in the morning. I’m not kidding. I really have to piss—”
“Fine! Just go!” Pansy gave up, rolling her eyes and flopping onto her back.
“I’ll be right back and then we can talk.”
At least, that’s what might have happened if he had even a shred of common sense. As he stood up, he dragged the blanket with him, subsequently tugging the protective sheet off of Pansy.
“What do you think you’re doing? I’m naked and there’s only one blanket!” she shrieked, yanking the covering back towards herself.
Ron dropped down almost out of sight, leaving only his head visible over the side of the bed.
“Well, what do you want me to do? I’m naked, too, you know!” he complained, fingers digging into the blanket like he meant to grab it back.
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe put on some clothes?”
“You put on clothes.”
“I’m not the one trying to leave the bed!” Her voice rose to that pitch she hated, if only because it sounded much too similar to her mother and had driven nearly all of Pansy’s past boyfriends crazy. They usually walked away by this point.
Ron obviously wasn’t like any of the others, if only because she wouldn’t let him take her last line of defense.
He bellowed back at her instead.
“Then close your eyes, you daft witch!”
She could feel her lungs filling in preparation for a string of accusations. Oh, he would regret sparring with Pansy Parkinson. Nobody came out on top of a verbal spat but her, not even Granger.
Relish must have shown in her eyes, because he let go of the blanket in a dramatic wave of his hands, and then, then, he started to stand up.
“Weasley, stop!” Her eyes slammed shut and she ducked her head under the blanket just like she had as a child hiding from the big bad werewolves who gobbled up naughty children like herself.
“Calm your tits, Parkinson.”
She could hear rustling, then the unmistakable sound of a zipper. The moment she popped her head out, she was hit in the face with one piece of clothing after another.
By the time she pulled the last of her clothes off of her face, he was already striding away from her wearing only a pair of jeans that hugged his arse like a damn piece of art. The door to the loo clicked shut before she could say anything else.
Their room looked like someone had tossed a fanged frisbee inside. There wasn’t a single item remaining on the tables or nightstands; they lay on the floor, mostly intact. Clothes trailed towards the bed from the exit.
They must have been desperate to do whatever it was they had done.
How was it that they woke up with only a thin flat sheet covering them?
Wrapping the blanket around herself more firmly, Pansy crawled forward to the end of the bed to find what looked to be a thick quilt bunched up on the ground and partially shoved underneath the bed frame.
What in Circe were they even thinking?
The door re-opened, startling her from her investigation and sending her scrambling back up towards the headboard.
“I thought you’d be dressed by now,” he said in what sounded like amusement. She scowled over at where he leaned against the door frame, filling it far too well with his broad shoulders.
“I got distracted.”
“I see that.”
She opened her mouth to say something scathing about, about…
She couldn’t think of a single negative thing at the moment.
“Do you fancy a go?”
Her eyes snapped to attention. Did he honestly think she was just going to shag him without—
“To use the loo, I mean. You can get changed, too. I’ll just face this way.” He walked towards the door and folded his arms up to prop up his face.
Oh.
“Yes, I’ll go ahead and do that.”
How embarrassing.
She scurried towards the washroom still wrapped up in the flat sheet and grabbing her skirt off the nearby chair on the way.
By the time she re-emerged, she’d washed up, dressed, and set her hair and makeup to its usual flawless charm. There was just one problem.
She couldn’t find her knickers.
The unmistakable green lace hadn’t been in the pile of clothes he’d thrown at her, and she hadn’t seen it on path in. Pansy was slightly uncomfortable at the idea of going bare with her memory all mucked up, but surely he wouldn’t do anything. It’s not like he even knew she was currently knickerless.
Pansy tried to look around discreetly as she made her way to a chair. No luck.
“Looking for something?”
Could it be?
But no, his face was devoid of any deceit. He sat on the edge of the bed, knees spread wide with his elbows resting atop them and his fingers twisting into knots. He finally looked concerned about their situation.
“I misplaced something, but I can look for it later.”
He didn’t push her, just nodded and sat up straight, hands coming up to cup each knee.
“So, last night…”
“I don’t remember anything,” Pansy quickly said.
He slowly shook his head. “I don’t remember much either.”
“What do you remember?” She couldn’t help the curiosity that bubbled up at his phrasing.
“There were the Christmas crackers, that awful Secret Santa ‘Mione made us do, then drinks. A lot of drinks.”
She wrinkled her nose at that childish nickname he used for Granger. She wouldn’t go so far as to say she and the other witch were best mates or anything, but they got on well enough these days. It was kind of required, what with her being engaged to Draco and all.
“What?”
“Did you drink anything from Blaise or Lovegood?”
He snorted. “‘Course I did. Weird, wasn’t it?” His face relaxed, then went slack. “That’s actually the last thing I think I remember…”
“I’m going to eviscerate Blaise,” Pansy snarled, her nails biting into the skin of her palms.
“Blaise? What about Luna? Odds are she’s the one who concocted whatever this was.”
“Oh, I didn’t forget about Lovegood. She’ll get hers.” She said it with the finality of a death sentence.
“I don’t really know much about Blaise, but it isn’t like Luna to do something like this without good reason.”
Weasley’s comment rang true, and Pansy was forced to pause her mental murder to re-evaluate.
As puzzling as she usually found the dreamy-eyed blonde, there was an uncomfortable surety to her comments. Lovegood would say something that sounded outrageous, only for it to later be proven correct. She’d basically predicted Theo’s entanglement with George Weasley, a pairing nobody had seen coming. They hadn’t even known he liked blokes. Then, there they were, ridiculously happy together.
Why would Lovegood set this all up for them to only forget the next morning?
She wouldn’t. There had to be something they were missing.
Trying to think like Luna was impossible. She’d have to go about this from Blaise’s point of view. He knew Pansy, could predict her every move whenever they played chess. What did he bet on Pansy doing the moment she woke up and found herself naked in bed with Ronald Weasley?
Scream.
Slap.
Shriek some more.
Demand absolute secrecy.
Secrecy…
She could just hear herself demanding that they both forget anything ever happened. Past Pansy certainly would have acted that way towards someone she’d only ever seen as a blood traitor.
But now?
He shifted under her gaze. “What?”
“Maybe our memories rely on intent.”
His nose scrunched up. “What, like because we don’t want to remember, we don’t?”
“Yes…” she said slowly, warming to the idea. It made a twisted sort of sense.
Thinking about the possibilities of such a drink, particularly when taken unwilling or unaware, was terrifying. In Luna and Blaise’s hands? Everyone might as well vow to never drink again.
Movement in her periphery caught her attention, and she realized the redhead had gotten up and was in the process of pulling on his jumper. “What are you doing?”
He paused with only his head through the opening. “Getting dressed? You’re probably relieved to not remember anything so we might as well get on our way. Are you on the potion?”
“I am, but don’t you want to know the truth?”
He sighed as he finished pulling on his top, leaving her to mourn the loss of muscles in exchange for yeti with wreaths around their necks. He made to shove his hands into his jean pockets, then frowned. His hand slowly pulled out, dragging a familiar bit of green.
“I assume these are yours?”
She could feel heat rising up her neck, but fought the urge to snatch them out of his hand.
“I was wondering where those went.”
Pansy reached out an expectant palm, but he didn’t move.
“If I pocketed these,” he slowly raised his hand to his face, “then I probably meant to keep them.”
Her jaw dropped as he pressed her knickers against his face and breathed in deep. Never, in all her relationships, long term or one offs, had anyone done that. It mortified her to even say it.
As his hand dropped and bright blue eyes zeroed in on her once more, Pansy sat frozen in anticipation.
“I’m willing to remember if you are,” he said quietly, the hand holding her scrap of lace closed in a tight fist.
“I…I…”
His head cocked at her struggle. “You?”
“I think you need to take your shirt off again.” The words were out before she could stop them, and she colored immediately.
“Pardon?” Even he seemed to doubt what he’d just heard.
“I can’t think with those damn yeti parading across your jumper. Take it off.”
He started to bend and grab the sheet she’d left lying in the middle of the room on her walk through, but she darted forward to step on it, earning her an incredulous snort.
“Look, you’re fit, okay?” she tried to explain. “It’s the least you could do, really, since you’ve stolen my knickers.”
Not only did Weasley own a sinful amount of muscles, but he could smirk, too. Who would have thought?
Pocketing the lace, he pulled off his shirt in one smooth motion.
Paradise.
“Okay. Let’s do this.”
She focused on his abs and the ginger trail leading down and out of sight.
Remember!
Using her eyes, she traced the freckles of his torso up his chest and to his mouth.
Was that a beauty mark or a freckle?
“Parkinson?”
She started at her name, and realized a number of things in quick succession.
She’d walked forward and now stood a mere breath away from him.
She was looking up in the perfect position for a kiss.
She wanted to kiss him, to see if he tasted as good as he looked.
“Isn’t there that Muggle story about how a kiss can break an enchantment?”
Laughter danced in his eyes. “Isn’t that to wake them up?”
“Let’s wake up our memories, then.”
He held her gaze for a moment, as if to check for any doubt or gauge whether or not she was joking. Whatever he saw must have convinced him, because the next thing she knew, his large palms cupped her elbows and he bent slowly down, bringing his face closer to hers. She rose to her toes in anticipation and took a deep breath.
He smelled sweet and a little spicy, like vanilla with a dash of cloves. It was a common enough combination, but for some reason the fact that it was him, Weasley, smelling good enough to eat and only a second away from kissing her made Pansy reach up and tug him down the rest of the way.
He grunted at the unexpected pull, his hands tightening their hold on her, then he huffed a laugh before slanting his lips against her own and swiping the seam in a clear request.
She opened to him like she’d been hungry for it.
Rather than plunging into her mouth like she’d half expected, he nipped at her bottom lip. A pulse of want shot through her and Pansy couldn’t help but moan into it.
She just wanted him to wrap an arm around her waist and pull her flush against his body like he had last night, for him to grind his hardness into her belly so she knew what was waiting for her. She wanted him to make good on his promise to make her feel him in the deepest parts of herself as long as she still wanted him in the morning. She wanted to come against his fingers, his tongue, his cock, to take him into her mouth so she could render him helpless, muttering and cursing her name, her first name.
She wanted—
Her brain stuttered as his hands shifted and he nearly collapsed around her, his mouth hot against her ear.
“Fuck, Pansy.”
She licked her lips in nervousness. “Y-yes?”
“I remember.”
“Me, too.”
He pulled back to press his forehead against her own, eyes blazing. “Tell me what you want.”
Less than a minute ago, what she wanted had been so clear.
Now?
She remembered the way she’d admired how he’d beaten Blaise over and over again at chess during their group get-togethers. She’d noticed the figure he cut flying across her view at pick-up Quidditch games. For the first time in what seemed forever, she appreciated his blunt observations, how his loyalties were always so obvious.
She remembered how she’d seen his jumper last night, and thought it cute in an ugly sort of way, particularly paired with those arse-hugging jeans. Blaise had noticed her eye fucking and shot her a knowing look.
She remembered how after that drink, she’d boldly asked him to dance and that he’d agreed almost immediately. Only a few dances later, and they were giggling on their way to a guest room, shedding clothes the moment the door clicked shut.
She remembered how they’d stopped and stared at each other in a sudden moment of clarity. He’d asked if she’d be angry if they waited until they were both sober. She’d nearly cried in relief, though he initially mistook it for outrage. They curled up around one another, swapping descriptions of their favorite Christmas memories.
She looked up at him now, knowing that last night had been her favorite, by far.
“I still want you.”
He whooped in glee and lifted her up to twirl in a circle around the room. The rush of air between her legs reminded her of just how exposed she still was.
“Ronald, put me down this instant!”
He dropped her on the edge of the bed and was down on his knees in front of her in seconds, that bashful smile of his back in full force.
“I really, really like the way you say my name.”
She raised a brow. “Is that so?”
“Mhm.” Mischief returned to his face and he slowly leaned into her.
“Ronald?”
“Hmm?”
“Shut up and let’s shag already.”
Pansy still planned to give both Blaise and Luna a piece of her mind, but maybe, just maybe, she’d send them a Christmas gift, as well—something large and in the most outrageous red she could find.
Cross-posted on Tumblr and [eventually] AO3
I had way more fun with this prompt than originally expected, and I think a large part of that has to do with the ship. Ron and Pansy are such ridiculously dramatic characters to write individually, so put together, how can you not get up to some trouble?
#harry potter fanfiction#harry potter flashfic#ron x pansy#ron weasley#pansy parkinson#ronsy#hp yuletide bliss#christmas hp fest
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Give me a Ron centered ship and I'll give my hot take on it
#ron weasley#reville#ron x neville#romione#hermione x ron#rarry#harry x ron#dron#draco x ron#blairon#ronsy#red moon#hermione granger#neville longbottom#draco malfoy#harry potter#blaise zabini#pansy parkinson#luna lovegood
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Ooh, thoughts on pansmione and ronsy?
thank you very much for the ask, anon!
pansy parkinson/ron weasley
i'll be honest, i genuinely doubt that ron could pick pansy out of a line-up, so this is definitely one [along with panville] to which i have to say: representatives of ronsy nation, bring out your ship manifestos and bring out your fic recs. i don't understand it, but i'll try anything once.
hermione granger/pansy parkinson
this one makes infinitely more sense to me - at least in the "pansy definitely has an unrequited crush on hermione" sense - because pansy spends canon being fucking obsessed with hermione. she talks about her looks whenever she can - and, specifically, talks about her looks in a way which makes clear she definitely doesn't think hermione's hot - is extremely interested in the idea that she's in a relationship with harry, is worried that draco might be interested in other women [albeit not hermione specifically] to an extent which one might say is protesting too much, and so on and so forth...
all of which is to say, pansy at school is very much giving "ha ha... no of course i don't like girls... ha ha..."
but she does.
#asks answered#asenora's opinions on ships#ronsy#pansmione#pansy parkinson#ron weasley#hermione granger
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chapter eight is up! read it here.
Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue/EWE, Pansy Parkinson/Ron Weasley, Enemies to Lovers, Romantic Comedy, Road Trip, Only One Bed, Pansy’s a vampubus, a succupire?
Rated: E
He holds her like her parents held rare gems. Cradled between palms, worshipped and doted upon and turned this way and that just to see how each facet might wink in the sun. It fills her with an ache so sweet she worries it’ll rot her teeth, her appetite, her ability to accept anything less than veneration the next time someone lays their hands on her body.
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Interlude: The Good Deeds of Narcissa Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson
#dramione#harry potter fandom#draco malfoy#hermione granger#draco x hermione#ao3fic#fanfiction#harry potter#narcissa malfoy#pansy parkinson#ronsy
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me: pairing gryffindors and slytherins up is boring and predictable :/
also me when ron is paired with draco or pansy:
#ron would look pretty on the arm of a slytherin actually <3#draco malfoy#ron weasley#pansy parkinson#ron x pansy#ron x draco#ronsy#dron#someone called d/r weaselferret and i’m obsessed with it#weaselferret#harry potter#harry potter tag
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New Chapter Up! We do love comments <3
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Master List of Fanfiction
Listed below are several of my works. It is not an exhaustive list, but rather a collection of my long fiction and some of my favorite one-shots.
A Philosophy of Nowhere
WIP Novel | Word Count: 5,521 | Posting Biweekly
Ships: Hermione Granger/Tom Riddle, Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott (Non-Triad)
Triggers: Dubious consent, graphic depictions of violence, patricide, abuse, memory loss, Tom Riddle is his own warning.
Summary: A strange Time-Turner, a gift from Theodore Nott in the heat of battle. A Muggle orphanage, the childhood home of Tom Riddle. A series of timelines, an unsolvable puzzle. Hermione Granger is the only one who can save Britain from Voldemort’s reign.
The question is: how?
To Love a Memory
One-Shot | Word Count: 5,056 | Complete
Ships: Tom Riddle/Regulus Black
Summary: Tom Riddle never expected Regulus Black. He expected to fall in love with him even less. Unfortunately, love can be dangerous — especially for the likes of the Dark Lord.
Song Prompt - Goodbye, Earl - The Chicks
Runner-Up: Best Thriller
Winner: Admin Favorite, Frumpologist
The Syndrome
One-Shot | Word Count: 9,616 | Complete
Ships: Ginny Weasley/Antonin Dolohov
Summary: The war is lost. Ginny Weasley is locked in Azkaban, awaiting her inevitable execution -- yet in a twisted turn of events, she is saved by none other than Antonin Dolohov, the country's most prolific Death Eater.The question is: why?
Song Prompt – Les Misérables - Empty Chairs at Empty Tables
Winner: Best Thriller
Winner: Judge Individual Favorite
Winner: The One We Wish Was Longer
Runner-Up: Best Use of Song
Take Me Past the Edge (I Want to See the Other Side)
One-Shot | Word Count: 4,262 | Complete
Ships: Draco/Hermione
Summary: Hermione has returned to Hogwarts after the war. She's Head Girl. She's top of her class. She's also responsible for one Draco Malfoy, and he has a very big secret.
Assigned Prompt – Eighth Year
Lessons in Obedience
WIP Novellette | Word Count: 5,753 | Posting Spontaneously
Ships: Ginny Weasley/Pansy Parkinson
Summary: After the loss of her beloved, Ginevra Weasley is forced into obedience training under the eye of a wealthy minder. Little does she know, that minder is her old schoolmate -- and she has a secret not so different from her own.
The Vanishing of Xavier Thorpe
WIP Novel | Word Count: 14,781 | Posting Spontaneously
Ships: Wednesday Addams/Xavier Thorpe, Enid Sinclair/Yoko Tanaka
Summary: Six years after graduating from Nevermore Academy, Xavier Thorpe vanished, baffling Jericho law enforcement. When the case comes to a screeching halt, they call upon private investigator Wednesday Addams, hoping she can solve another mystery — and maybe, help an old friend.
Bloodlust, Bureaucracy, and Something in Between
Novel | Word Count: 49,220 | Complete
Ships: Draco/Hermione, Harry/Ginny, Ron/Pansy
Summary: Hermione Granger didn't want to work with vampires. She especially didn't want to work with one that was once her childhood bully -- yet in an unexpected turn of events, that's precisely where she finds herself.
Podficced / audiobooked chapters available.
10 Ways to Woo Your Neighbor
WIP Novel | Word Count: 26,961 | Posting Spontaneously
Ships: Sirius/Remus, Draco/Hermione
Triggers: Alcoholism, humorous.
Summary: With his music career long behind him, Sirius Black is trying to come to terms with what it means to live in his own shadow. That is, until, an interesting stranger -- and his much less interesting, much more annoying ward -- move in across the street.
The Red Serpent
Novel | Word Count: 118,696 / Complete
Ship: Ron/Draco
Summary: After being Sorted into Slytherin House, Ron learns there is something different about his unlikely friendship with Draco Malfoy.
Woe, be Thy Merry Christmas Day
One-Shot | Word Count: 2,403
Ship: Wednesday Addams/Xavier Thorpe
Summary: Wednesday loathes Christmas Day -- and not in the good way. But in an effort to make Xavier's holiday better, she tries her best.
Wood
One-Shot | Word Count: 1,466
Ship: Pansy/Oliver Wood
Spicy Warning: It’s smut.
Summary: Pansy has been watching Puddlemere's star player for quite some time. It's about time she's done something about it.
The Murders in the House of Black
Novella | Word Count: 20,125 | Complete
Ship: Sirius/Remus
Trigger Warning: Murder, child abuse, matricide, poison.
Summary: Sirius and Remus said they would do anything for each other. Little did they know, "anything" includes murder.
The Azkaban Summer
Three-Shot | Word Count: 8,714
Ship: Draco/Hermione
Spicy Warning: There’s smut.
Trigger Warning: Prison.
Summary: Hermione Granger didn't expect to be sharing her prison cell -- and she certainly didn't expect to be sharing it with one Draco Malfoy.
Dominion
One-Shot | Word Count: 3,139
Ship: Tom Riddle/Ginny
Trigger Warning: Murder.
Summary: Years have passed, but Ginevra is still struggling to come to terms with what happened to her in her first year. In an effort to heal, she writes to Tom Riddle himself.
Whispers from the Veil
One-Shot | Word Count: 4,078
Ship: Draco/Hermione
Trigger Warning: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Extreme sexual assault. Human trafficking. Suicide.
Summary: Hermione was once an Unspeakable. Now, in a world run by Lucius Malfoy, she is nothing more than his pet, perpetually potioned and forced into doing his bidding, which unfortunately includes being used by what he refers to as "clients."Under his rule, she studies the Veil, where she can see her own friends again, as well as her beloved Draco.
Irredeemable
One-Shot | Word Count: 2,949
Ship: Draco/Hermione
Spicy Warning: It’s smut.
Trigger Warning: Potions addiction.
Summary: Hermione hates Draco's addiction. Honestly, she kind of hates Draco. But that doesn't keep her from sleeping with him.
The Taste of Salt
One-Shot | Word Count: 1,918
Ship: Tom Riddle/Hermione
Spicy Warning: It’s smut.
Trigger Warning: Horcrux-induced orgasms, nonconsensual silencing.
Summary: Tom Riddle tastes of salt - Hermione would know.
Choke
One-Shot | Word Count: 1,172
Ship: Draco/Hermione
Spicy Warning: It’s smut.
Trigger Warning: It’s vigorous, violent smut.
Summary: Hermione Granger takes her power back.
Interview with an Emotional Vampire
One-Shot | Word Count: 2,735
Ship: Ginny/Rita Skeeter
Summary: Ginny Weasley drinks her sorrows away - and she isn't happy when she is joined by a certain journalist.
A Castle for Two
One-Shot | Word Count: 6,030
Ship: Draco/Hermione
Summary: In the earliest and latest hours of winter holiday, Hermione Granger finds herself in the Great Hall with Draco Malfoy. And she is determined to discover his secret.
The Caged Bird
One-Shot | Word Count: 1,441
Ship: Draco/Hermione
Trigger Warning: Dark, Implied/Referenced Suicide
Summary: In a world run by Voldemort, war-torn Draco Malfoy laments the loss of his beloved. Unfortunately, Christmas is all the worse in Azkaban.
Of Magic and Muggles
One-Shot | Word Count: 2,097
Ship: Dudley/Marietta Edgecombe
Summary: Recently divorced Dudley Dursley has been in a bit of a slump. It is only when he chooses to avoid an office Christmas party that he meets a quirky woman who gives him something he hasn't had in a long time: hope.
Trust & Wreck
Series | Word Count: 317,260 | Complete
Ships: Draco/Hermione, Harry/Ginny, Luna/Neville
Summary: Draco and Hermione return to Hogwarts for their eighth year. Without the company of their friends, they find themselves distracted by postwar trauma - and finding an unlikely sense of solace in each other. Many years later, they are brought back together. Canon compliant. HEA.
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Incorrect Harry Potter Quotes
Ron: I’m also going to need you to stop and come with me.
Pansy: Huh, interesting, I think you’re under the mistaken impression that I’m going to just, I don’t know, come quietly.
Ron: What are those handcuffs?
Pansy: No, they’re onion rings. What do you think?
Insp: LB
#harry potter#ron weasley#pansy parkinson#ronsy#ron x pansy#ron/pansy#pansy is an art thief#ron works for the museum#fanfic#my writing#incorrect harry potter quotes#snippets of my stories
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I also loved this fanart of the Ron Weasley and Pansy Parkinson ship. I would have liked to think about what it would have been like if they had both been together in Slytherin. If they ask me, they are perfect for each other.
By the way, this beautiful Fanart from Ron and Pansy's ship is not mine and the credits are not for me. But I'm letting you know that right here I'm also going to leave you the link of the true creator of this masterpiece in DeviantArt.
#ronsy#ron x pansy#ron weasley#pansy parkinson#Ronsy#Ransy#Ron and Pansy#Ron x Pansy#Ron Weasley#Pansy Parkinson#Werewolf!Ron#Vampire!Pansy#slytherin!ron#slytherin!pansy
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💙
Thanks for the invitation, Lani!! My five current favs:
How to Catch a DILF (10k, COMPLETE): Albus Severus x Draco. The cat’s out of the bag—Albus has been in love with Mr. Malfoy for ages, and everyone seems to know about it except for the man himself. When the opportunity arises for him to make his fantasies a reality, will Albus have what it takes to seduce the DILF of his dreams? Written for the CMD fest 2023. Rating: E
One Small Eternity (10 k, OS): Ron x Pansy- Pansy is back from a five-year stay in Paris. She hopes to renew her standing among the wizarding elite, only to find that Lucius Malfoy has a business proposition that could either spell success or disaster, maybe both.Through it all, Pansy finds love in the most unexpected place and with someone she can never have. Will the timing ever be right for them? Rating: E
A Merciful Alternative (4k, OS)- Draco x Lucius- Draco learns that there is no easy way out after his failure to kill Albus Dumbledore atop the Astronomy tower. The Dark Lord promises to humiliate the Malfoy family in every way possible before the night is through. Written for the HP Cest Fest 2023, mind the tags. Rating: E
Mastermind (10.7k, COMPLETE): Ron x Harry, Harry x Draco, Draco x Ron. Written for Dronarry fest 2023. This story features a dark, possessive stalker Draco who is determined to wheedle his way into the Golden Trio, first by dating Hermione, then by winning Harry and Ron over. Mind the tags! Rating: E
How to Care For Your Monster Book: A Guide by Rubeus Hagrid (8k, OS): Hagrid x Monster Book of Monsters- Hagrid finds many uses for his new course textbook... some of them may shock you. A crack canon compliant story detailing Hagrid’s first year of teaching and what really happened with that strange textbook he assigned. Rating: E
#asked and answered#self-recs#Hagrid x Monster Book of Monsters#Ronarry#Drarry#Dron#Draco x Lucius#Ron x Pansy#Ronsy#Ron x Draco#Ron x Harry#Draco x Harry#Dralbus#Draco x Albus Severus#Current favs
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