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Moon Knight | 1.02 
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congratulations on 8K Anj!! you deserve it so much, lots of love 💗 for the SMAU celebration, can I send a request for Mick Schumacher x press officer!reader at Merc? thank you!!
thank you so much babe!! <333 // all pictures are from pinterest and/or instagram.
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I can't trust my own mind. So, until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head I think going back under is the best thing...for everybody.
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when maul calls, it’s best not to answer…
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LOKI (2021)
1.04 — “The Nexus Event”
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wandlores · 4 years
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Silver Mysteries
Pairing: Dudley Dursley x Luna Lovegood Words: 1,575 You can also read this on AO3.  This is for the nonnie that requested this pairing! This is also for the @hprarepairnet Winter Challenge and their weekly prompt about New Years Eve! 
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Dudley remembered her from Harry's Christmas Party the year before.
Her blonde curly hair was longer the year before, but her eyes were just as grey. They reminded him of his mother's old silver china she used only for specific occasions; mainly when his Aunt Marge would come to visit and berate Harry's entire existence. He remembered the way his mother would look down into the china as Marge yelled and the way her eyes would shine as though she saw a ghost. Dudley even wondered now if they were tears threatening to fall. Maybe she saw his Aunt Lily through that china, or maybe she only saw herself and what she was doing to an innocent child.
Dudley would never know, but he did know this: this girl's silver eyes displayed the truth; hopefully her truth was purer than his mother's past. 
He at least hoped they were full of forgiveness if she knew about his old nature, if forgiveness was even what he deserved. Years had passed since Harry offered him his hand in forgiveness, but Dudley still didn't believe it. Every year when he would come around for the parties that Harry would invite him to, he wondered if it was all a prank. But as soon as he saw his cousin's relaxed smile, that's when he knew, the boy who lived had grown up, and so had he. He hoped every day that he proved that he was now a better man. 
He remembered his heart racing as he caught sight of her the year before. She was laughing an airy laugh and brushed her hand gently against Neville's shoulder. Her smile was whimsical; almost if she came from a dream. He had never seen a sight so pure, he wondered if he even deserved it to unravel her mystery. 
He had been standing alone at the party that night - still too awkward to interact with Harry's friends. He could still feel Hermione's distrusting glances from across the room, even if Ron would give him a reassuring smile. It was all just a reminder that maybe he still did not deserve the forgiveness he was given years before. 
He was drinking a glass of ale and watching the crowd. Harry's old classmates laughed as Ron cracked a joke, and others were around the snack table sharing memories from their days at Hogwarts. Dudley was willing to admit then that he was always jealous of Harry's experience with magic, much to his father's dismay. He credited his openness of his jealousy as to why he no longer spoke to his father. He was done with his poison toxicity; he hoped his mother would someday join him. 
His eyes had glanced away from her only for a moment that night, and when he turned his attention back to where she had previously stood, he was shocked to find that she was no longer there. He was startled moments later when he heard a delicate voice to his left.
"I wonder if mistletoe from the Muggle world is full of nargles as well, what do you think?"
He looked down and realized it was her. He had no idea what nargles were, and he could feel his face morphing into a puzzled look. He hoped she wouldn't take his look the wrong way. His throat was dry, so he took another sip of ale before he tried to respond, but she beat him to it.
"You're Harry's cousin, aren't you?" 
Dudley looked down guiltily and nodded. He didn't say much else; that's when he felt her grasp his arm gently. He watched as her head motioned up above them. That's when he realized that's where the mistletoe hung. It was not a random question about mistletoe, it was true curiosity. Her smile was innocent as she gazed up at him, he even interpreted as expectant. It was then that the moment became too much. All he remembered next was walking away without looking back, with her eyes still imprinted in the back of his.
He had never seen her again since that night. He never even caught her name, until now.
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He wished he had kissed her. He had thought about it for over a year since then. He even avoided Harry's New Years Eve party the year before out of shame. 
Why had he not just kissed the girl? But was that what she even wanted? He didn't even know her, yet.. she felt all too familiar. It was like he had met her before in a dream, or maybe, he really was just crazy.
This year, he still felt like he did not deserve Harry's forgiveness, but he felt more comfortable in Harry's crowd of friends. Most of them knew him at this point, and he even smiled when Ron cracked a joke. Rather than ale, he chose to drink champagne. He could feel his cheeks burning from intoxication; he had hit his perfect buzz.
She had arrived late; her long blonde curls were now cut to her shoulders, but her eyes were just the same. He had not forgotten them; he wasn't sure he ever could. They were the most striking eyes he had ever seen.
Dudley wasn't sure where he packed up the courage from, but he leaned into Ron as he took a swig from his stout, "Who is that girl?" he asked.
Ron followed his gaze, and he smiled, "That's Luna Lovegood. I'm surprised she didn't make herself known to you yet after all these years."
Oh, she had, Dudley thought, but he didn't say anything more. He just shrugged, "I had seen her around, we just have never really talked."
It wasn't a lie necessarily, she talked, and he didn't. He was about to ask Ron another question, but he was being swept away by Neville as a game of Muggle beer pong was about to begin. Ron motioned for him to join them, but he shook his head in response. He was too dazed by the girl with the silver eyes.
Deep in his thoughts, he didn't hear her approach him again. It was like de ja vu. 
"Still wondering about those nargles?"
He felt his cheeks heat up again, but not from the alcohol, and looked down in her direction. She had a playful smile on her lips, but she did not look as though she was teasing him. She seemed rather serious with her question. She was an anomaly. 
It must of been the champagne that gave him the courage to respond, so he asked, "What even is a nargle anyway?"
"Just a magical creature I am trying to prove exists. Many do not believe me."
"Why not?"
He wondered if he asked her too much, and just to double check, he looked above his head. No mistletoe this time; he felt disappointed even though the butterflies in his stomach had seemed to settle down.
He could see from the corner of his eyes that her eyes looked away dreamily as she answered him, "Because many people do not believe in things they cannot see. What about you, Dudley Dursley? Do you believe things exist that you cannot see?"
She looked back at him now, and her silver eyes were full of curiosity. She was studying him, as he was studying her. He wondered if this was a double-sided question, but Dudley knew he was probably over-thinking as he always seemed to do these days. 
"I used to not," he answered her truthfully, "But after being absorbed into Harry's world, I think I do."
She tilted her head slightly to right, and her hand moved up behind his ear. He flinched away slightly from her touch, but she did not seem offended. It was then he saw that she had grabbed a sparkle away from his ear, "It must have been from Ron's party hat," she explained to him, "When you were asking him about me."
Stunned, Dudley felt his eyes widened, "How did you-?"
"I thought you said you believed in things you couldn't see? Sometimes people just know when they are being talked about."
Baffled, he wanted to have more of an explanation, but he didn't push her for it. Instead, she continued on with other random conversation. He listened to her soft voice intently, and she made him laugh throughout. Her smile made him feel at ease, and those eyes, those eyes made him start to love mysteries when before he used to despise them. Dudley wanted an answer for everything, he had gotten that trait from his father to his own detriment. 
It was moments before the strike of midnight. Luna turned toward him and asked, "Do you now know my name?"
He knew she meant if he knew her, or if he wanted to know who she truly was as the clock stroke midnight into the new year. He wasn't sure how he knew that is what she meant, but it was something he could feel. It was something you couldn't see, only know. She wanted to know if he was drawn to the mystery of what they could be. 
As he heard the chime of Harry's clock strike midnight and the party around them cheer, he did what he should have done under the mistletoe all those days and weeks before. He kissed her, and when he pulled away, he looked into her silver eyes and whispered, "Luna."
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reductos · 5 years
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follower goal ♡
so i didn’t quite reach my follower goal of 1k by my birthday, but i would love to reach it by my first wedding anniversary. my wedding anniversary is august 5th, so i have about a month to reach it. i know that followers don’t matter, but i love setting goals like this for myself. if you could please signal boost and follow @isabel-conklin, i would really appreciate it. thanks loves. x
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Moon Knight | 1.02
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wandlores · 5 years
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Almost Lover
Pairing: Theon Greyjoy x Sansa Stark Words: 1,815 You can also read this on AO3. This is my first time writing fic for GoT. I plan to do more in the future. I have wanted to write this forever. I hope you all enjoy it. This is placed during the beginning of Season 8. x
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Theon thought about her every day since he had left her. The way her cheeks had flushed when he had finally held her, and the tears that welled up in her eyes when he said he would have done anything to get her there. The single tear that dripped down her cheek as he left her.
He started many letters he intended to send to her, but he could never finish them. They were usually only a sentence long, but how was he supposed to write a letter when he could not even find the words to speak?
He missed her. He hoped she was safe. He felt guilty, for everything, but that was nothing new. Guilt was Theon's constant companion and probably would be until he died.
Sansa, he wrote one night when he was out at sea, I miss you.
But that didn't seem to suffice, so he threw the parchment into the fire and watched it burn. He had many nights like this as he sailed to get Yara.
Once he got his sister back, his feelings became clear. He realized why it was so hard for him to write to her. He couldn't believe he had missed the reason why before, but it was something he pushed himself away from, even when it came to his own blood. Love.
"You love her," Yara told him, "You need to go."
So he did, and he didn't look back. He made things right by his sister. She was much like him; she only needed one chance for full redemption. Sometimes, you only had one chance and had to make it count.
As he rode into Winterfell, the snow was falling heavily. As it hit his skin, he thought of Ramsey. How he made his blood stain the snow; how he turned something Theon once loved into a war zone. Shivers ran up his spine, and he could feel himself breaking out into a cold sweat. He closed his eyes as his horse stopped at the gates. He tried to breathe.
"Why are you here?" A voice drawled.
He didn't look the man in the eyes; he didn't even recognize his voice. In the past, Theon would have made his presence known. It would have been a huge deal, and he would have watched as Sansa rolled her eyes in the background like she used to do as a young girl. He couldn't do that now, even if he wanted to. He was a different man, if even a man at all.
"I'm Theon Greyjoy, I'm here to see Lady Sansa."
He expected more questions to be asked, but the man bowed as he opened the gates of Winterfell for Theon.
As he got off his horse and brushed off his cloak, he looked around at what was his home. The traumas inflicted on him by the Bolton's were still fresh, but nothing would take away his childhood. He smiled to himself as he remembered chasing Arya up and down the stairs, he smiled as he remembered laughing with Robb, he smiled as he remembered Sansa practicing her skills to become a lady. He smiled because of Sansa. He just hoped she would have him.
As he entered the hall, he saw her. She was standing next to The Queen; she displayed the kind of beauty he had always dreamed about wanting before, but she was nothing compared to Sansa. Her skin resembled porcelain, but her hair was like fire. She was fragile and unbreakable at the same time. He had no idea how she exuded so much elegance and power. She had grown up; she was far from the little girl he remembered.
As soon as she caught his eye, he watched as tears welled up in her own. He looked away and back towards the Queen. His words with her were short about his sister, just like he wished they would be, but she asked him a question that made a lump build in his throat.
"But why aren't you with her?" The Queen asked.
Theon took a deep breath and looked Sansa in the eye again, acting as though the Queen no longer existed, "I want to fight for Winterfell, Lady Sansa, if you'll have me."
He could feel the Queen's eyes on them as Sansa rushed forward. His arms were around her and his shivering finally went away. He gripped her tighter and let her hair enclose around him. This was what Winterfell was to him, Sansa's arms around him. For the first time in years, even though he had been there enduring Ramsey's torture, he was finally home.
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Hours had passed since they had reunited. She still had private business to discuss with Arya after the whole group discussed their plans. Battle was to commence tomorrow, and Theon had so much he wanted to say her, but he wasn't sure he was going to get the chance.
He sat alone as he sipped his wine from his cup. In the past, he would have taken this night to get so drunk that he wouldn't be able to remember the next day once it was over, but he didn't want that this time. He wanted to have a clear head, in case he was able to speak to her before all peace was lost.
She came out into the snowy night from one of the lower level chambers. No one had seen her, and for that, he was grateful. If they had, they would have asked her for a word. Her eyes were only on him as she made her way to his table.
As she sat down, he watched as snow hit her bright red hair. If he had the confidence he used to have, he would have leaned forward and brushed it away. But he couldn't be like that with Sansa. She wasn't just any other girl, especially not the kind of girl he did that to in the past.
"I was not sure you would come back," Sansa confessed to him. She watched as he took another sip of his wine. Her voice shook as she spoke; he wondered if she was nervous or if it was because of the cold.
"Of course I came back," he told her honestly, "I owe you everything. I never stopped thinking about you as soon as I left you. I still regret it to this-"
But Sansa stopped him from finishing his statement. She leaned forward and gently put her gloved finger against his lips. Theon felt like he was on fire, but not the kind of fire Ramsay made him endure. It was the kind that ignited his soul.
Her eyes softened as he gently grabbed her hand away from his lips. He didn't dare let her go yet.
"You needed to save your sister. You have always tried to do what is right Theon."
"But-"
"We all make mistakes as we learn," she told him, "But I have always known who you truly are. Robb, he-he would forgive you. He does forgive you, if he can see you where he is now."
Theon blinked and finally let go of her hand. He swore she looked disappointed, so he grabbed it again softly. He would take an excuse he could to hold her. He watched as her cheeks turned pink. Lady Sansa was not the type to get embarrassed. This oddly gave him hope.
"Sansa," he started, "If I survive this battle-"
"You will," she said fiercely, "You have to."
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Theon looked Bran in the eye as they were the only two left. The Night King was waiting for his next move. He thought of Sansa and how he didn't get to tell her how he felt, but he hoped she knew.
"You're a good man, Theon," Bran told him.
Was he a good man? What made a good man? Was redemption real? Theon would never be sure, but he felt at peace in that moment. If Sansa could forgive him, maybe redemption did exist. All that mattered now was that he was home. He was where he was supposed to be, fighting for the person he loved most. For his family.
He closed his eyes one last time and thought of her smile. The one that only showed up once in awhile after all they had endured. It was always in the moments he didn't expect. He thought of the way she ignited his soul hours before by just one simple touch. He let himself charge on that ignition. When he opened his eyes and ran toward the Night King, he said one last thing to the universe. He hoped Sansa would hear him.
"I love you," he whispered.
And then it was over.
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Sansa's POV
It was over, and he was gone. For the first time in years, Sansa had hope that he could survive. It was stupid, really. They had lost so many others, and many were better fighters than Theon. It was only a matter of time before he would fall, especially during a battle like this.
But the realism of the situation did not take over, and the tears would not stop flowing from Sansa's eyes. As they prepared all the bodies to burn, she wept to herself. She could feel Jon's eyes on her as she draped her body over Theon's. She closed her eyes tightly as she kissed his forehead for the first and last time. If only she had told him earlier how she felt, would it have made a difference in his fate? The realist in Sansa said, probably not, but the child in her said, yes. She wanted to be the innocent child she was again so badly.
More tears fell as she placed the direwolf pin on Theon's chest. He would always be a Stark, even if not by blood. But he was not her brother; he never could be. He was something more. She supposed he always had been ever since she was a young girl. There was a reason she teased him so relentlessly. When she truly loved someone, that's what she did. She dropped the acts she was trained to perform.
But just like the little girl she was, her dreams were taken away from her. Theon would never know that she loved him, but something deep inside her told her he loved her, too. Maybe that thought was the only thing that would keep her going now. The thought of an almost lover; the dream that could never be fully attained.
Sansa finally lifted herself away from him and looked down at his scarred face one last time. As she walked away from him, she regretted that she ran away from love like she always had before out of fear. If only she used her voice.
Winter was here, but Theon no longer was.
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In Her Eyes
Pairing: Harry Potter x Pansy Parkinson Words: 3,247 You can also read this on AO3.  This is for the anon who requested I write about my children awhile ago! I have missed writing about them, so it was almost nostalgic for me. I hope you all enjoy it. x
If Harry saw another article in the Daily Prophet from Rita Skeeter talking about his new lack-of a sex life, he was going to scream. The lack of sex wasn't even what mattered, it was the fact that Ginny no longer wanted to be with him.
He wallowed in his own self-pity for weeks in various pubs across Britain; it was easy to escape when you could just apparate anywhere in the country. He understood Ginny's reasoning; she needed time to herself. He was all she had really ever known in a mature relationship. She loved him, but that wasn't enough. Sometimes people had to find their own way, and Harry respected that. Especially after everything they had lost in the years past.
So as he took another shot of Firewhiskey in the Hog's Head, he eavesdropped on other people's conversations to ignore his own internal dialogue. There was a girl sitting across the bar. She never looked in his direction, and Harry did not mind that at all. It was new for him. She kept downing shots and raising her hand for more. Aberforth gave her more with no objections. Harry watched as Zacharias Smith and another wizard he was unfamiliar with approached the girl as they waked into the pub. Her bleach blonde ponytail whipped around as she turned to look at them directly.
"So where's your lover boy?" Zacharias taunted, "I figured he would be here."
"Not now, Smith," the blonde replied, "I would prefer to drink without hearing your voice."
"And why is that?" The wizard Harry didn't know ask, "Because he finally dumped your ass for some new fine ass?"
The blonde stood up from her seat to defend herself, but she didn't draw her wand. Harry was not sure what came over him, or why he suddenly felt the need to defend this stranger, but he made his way over to them. Without looking the girl in the eye, he kissed her cheek and wrapped his arm around her waist. He half expected her to push him off, but she didn't. It was probably because of what he said next.
"Hey babe," Harry said casually, "Sorry it took me so long. I got you another shot."
He offered his full shot glass to the girl, and she tentatively took it. She still avoided Harry's eyes, but Harry watched as her red lips touched the rim of the glass.
Zacharias Smith started laughing. That's all Harry could focus on. He felt his eyes turn into slits. Harry had never liked Smith, and this was just adding to his reasons not to. He knew what it felt like to be taunted like this poor girl and-
But his thought process was interrupted once Smith finally decided to speak.
"Harry Potter is dating Pansy Parkinson? I cannot believe this shit!"
Harry was about to pull away from the blonde in surprise to look at her, but she kept him pinned to her side.
She turned her head to finally look him in the eye, and he recognized her now instantly. He would remember those blue green eyes anywhere. They were the same eyes that stared him down in the Great Hall for years. They were the ones that tried to turn him over to Voldemort with no remorse. Chills ran up Harry's spine. She had just dyed her hair. He could not believe this.
Harry wanted to take it back and protest, but Pansy spoke before he could.
"There's a thing called forgiveness, Smith," Pansy replied smoothly, "Maybe you should try it out sometime."
Harry watched as the stranger rolled his eyes and Smith huffed.
"Whatever," Zacharias retorted, "But I cannot wait to see the articles Rita Skeeter comes up with about this. They have been following your sex life for weeks, Potter."
Harry knew he should have replied, but he didn't know what to say. So he kept quiet, and he just glared at Zacharias quietly.
Pansy moved her hand down his arm and grabbed his hand. Harry had the urge to push her away, but he needed to keep up their ruse. He may have hated Pansy Parkinson, but he himself did not want to look like an idiot in front of Zacharias Smith of all people.
"Let's go, hun," Pansy said, "We don't need to deal with these assholes."
Harry nodded in fake agreement, and he followed her out of the pub. He could hear Zacharias laughing as they walked away, and he could feel Aberforth Dumbledore's eyes trailing after them.
Once they made it outside, Harry dropped Pansy's hand and backed away from her.
"Oh, what is it, Potter? You don't want to date me now?" Pansy asked. She had a devilish grin spread across her face as she went into her bag and grabbed a Muggle cigarette to light it up.
As she took a puff, Harry glared at her. He hadn't stopped glaring ever since he saw Zacharias Smith.
"I-I thought you were someone else," Harry told her, "I definitely wouldn't have done that if I knew it was you-"
Pansy rolled her eyes and started walking down Hogsmeade. It was after midnight and the streets were dead. Harry decided to follow her.
"Saint Potter," Pansy drawled before she took another puff of her cigarette, "Who would have thought you were my savior? Just so you know, I could have defended myself. People have been mocking me about Malfoy for weeks. Just because he cheated on me with that whore Astoria Greengrass. I'm a strong and independent woman, and I definitely don't need the Chosen One acting all high and mighty in my honor."
"Then why did you keep up the ruse?" Harry challenged her, "You could have said I was full of shit and got a good laugh with Smith and his lackey."
Pansy stopped in the middle of the street and turned to look at him. She was about his height, Harry realized, and smoke was billowing in the air between them. She dropped her cigarette to the ground and put it out with her boot.
"Because I think we can help each other."
Harry perked up his brow and didn't say anything, he let her continue.
"I see the shit Skeeter has been writing in the Daily Prophet about your break-up with Weasley. I get what it is like to have someone over-analyze your lack-of sex life. For once, I finally understand what is bad about being in the spotlight. So why don't we fool them all? Let's keep up this ruse, give Skeeter a run for her money, and come back later with an article of our own saying we fooled them all. It can be a wonderful story about how a Slytherin and Gryffindor become partners in crime to take down evil. Wouldn't that be beautiful?"
Harry could hear the sarcasm dripping from her voice.
"As appealing as that sounds, I will have to pass," Harry told her, "Working in close proximity with you is enough to make me sick."
"You kissed my cheek just fine," Pansy commented, "And I saw the way your pupils dilated when you looked into my eyes, Potter. I'm not stupid."
Harry felt himself blush.
"I-I am not attracted to you," Harry replied defensively, "And I don't like to lie to people."
Pansy ignored the last part of his statement, "I never said it meant you were attracted to me. There are many reasons pupils dilate. I was more hinting at the fact that you could even look me in the eye. You haven't for years, not since you-"
She stopped talking, and Harry knew why. She was thinking of the same thing; the night he took down Voldemort. Harry swallowed.
"If I take you up on this offer," Harry explained, "I don't want it to last for long. Two weeks, tops."
"It needs to be at least a month to make it convincing," Pansy argued, "You are definitely not the type for flings, and the public knows that."
"Why would you-"
"Ginny Weasley is obviously the only person you have slept with."
"That's not-" Harry tried to stammer, but Pansy gave him a deadpan stare.
"Draco might have been my one true love, but we had many break-ups. I have definitely slept with my fair share of men and women."
Harry was intrigued by her women comment, but he let it slide.
"So what do you say, Potter?" She asked him one last time, "Are you in?"
Harry knew he was crazy to do this, but if it meant getting Rita Skeeter off his back, how could he resist? He had nothing else better to do anyway.
"I'm in."
Harry was woken up the next morning by someone banging on his door. They did not stop after one knock either, they kept doing it until he yelled that he was getting up. It was the worst way Harry could have started his day.
As Harry rolled out of bed, he mumbled to himself angrily as he stubbed his toe on the way to his door. When he opened it, Pansy Parkinson was standing there.
Her newly dyed blonde hair was up in a bun, and she was wearing a black low-cut summer dress. Harry tried to look anywhere but her chest. She didn't ask politely to come in, she just pushed past him and Harry rolled his eyes. He quickly looked outside his front door to see if anyone had seen them, but it looked like no one had. He shut the door and turned around to see Pansy sitting on his couch.
"Good morning to you, too," Harry greeted her sarcastically, "This couldn't wait until the afternoon?"
"It's noon, Potter," Pansy told him, "I tried sending you multiple owls. When you didn't respond, I took matters into my own hands."
Harry looked over at the window sill above his kitchen sink. There were multiple letters piled there waiting for his reply. They all displayed an elegant scrawl. She hadn't been lying.
"What do you want? Can't I at least get a day to think our whole agenda over?" He asked her.
She pulled the Prophet out of her bag and held it out to him. He grabbed it from her and opened it to the front page.
It was a picture of Pansy and Harry holding hands as they walked out of the Hog's Head with the caption, "The Boy Who Lived with the Girl Who Wanted Him Dead?"
Harry rolled his eyes and handed it back to her, "They could have come up with a more creative title at least-"
"That's what I said."
Harry snorted and Pansy laughed. After they finished, it was awkward to realize they had agreed on something for the first time in their lives and even had a similar sense of humor. Harry tried to ignore it.
"So what now?" Harry asked her, "I'm not necessarily the strategic type that takes advantage of situations-"
"That's obvious. Granger was always the brains behind everything."
Harry scowled, "I also contributed-"
"-with brute force."
Harry didn't reply to that, he just stared her down. The intensity of her look made him uncomfortable, but she didn't look away. She was clearly studying him, and Harry hated being a case study. He had been one his whole life.
"I figured we could plan out our public appearances," Pansy finally started, "Let's go out tonight. I made us a reservation."
"Already?" He asked her, "How did you already-"
"Some people get up before noon, Potter. Grown adults, that is."
Harry glared at her again, but she ignored him.
"Just be ready at six tonight. I'll meet you here. Dress nice. I'll give you more of the plan later as I think of it. You clearly aren't someone to brainstorm with."
Harry was about to protest, but she stood up and apparated out of his living room on the spot.
What had he gotten himself into?
It was 5:55 pm and Harry was a nervous wreck. He wasn't sure why he was nervous. This wasn't a real date. He convinced himself it was because it was going to be all over the news again in the morning. But Harry was used to being on the front page, it was nothing new.
Harry put on his suit jacket as he heard the light knock on his door. He took a deep breath as he went to open it.
Pansy Parkinson was in front of him wearing a tight red velvet dress. She was wearing the same lipstick from the night before, and her blonde hair was down in long waves. Harry had never seen her with long hair before. She had always had it cut short during their days at Hogwarts. He must of have been staring at her for too long, because she pushed past him into his flat and said, "Close your mouth, Potter. You're drooling."
Shaken up, he touched his fingers to his lips to see if she was being serious. Of course she hadn't been.
As he turned around, she was staring at him again.
"You clean up well," she commented, "I'm surprised."
"You do too," Harry blurted, "I mean- for a bitch."
Pansy snorted, "How original of you."
He felt his neck heat up and awkwardly crossed his arms, "So are we going to go now or not?"
"Yes," she told him, "But you're clearly a mess and horrible at this kind of thing, so just follow my lead, alright? I have no idea how you saved my ass last night on the fly at the bar-"
"So you admit I saved your ass?"
She rolled her eyes as she linked her arm through his, "I'm not admitting anything, Potter."
As she led him out of his flat to apparate to the restaurant, Harry grinned.
Once they made it to the restaurant, Harry could hear their whispers. It was apparent that the whole wizarding world now knew about his relationship with Pansy Parkinson. He grinned to himself as he imagined their shock when they came out with the truth.
Pansy laced her fingers through his as they approached the hostess.
"Reservation for Parkinson," Pansy told the girl. The girl looked at Harry like she was starstruck, so Pansy snapped in her face.
"Yes, I know my boyfriend is beautiful and has the most distracting eyes in the world," Pansy commented, "But we'd like our table."
The girl glared at Pansy as she grabbed their menus. Then she smiled at Harry and said, "Right this way."
Pansy chose a table in the back that was still visible to everyone else in the restaurant. They would just be unable to hear their conversation. She was smart. It would leave people wondering. Harry thanked the hostess as they sat down, and he watched as Pansy crossed her legs.
"You'd think you have never seen a girl before, Potter," Pansy teased as she looked down at her menu, "You can't keep your eyes off me."
Stumbling on his words, Harry replied, "I-I'm just playing my part well."
He watched Pansy's lips turn into a grin as she continued to look down at the menu, but she didn't say anything.
After the waiter came and took their order, Pansy whispered to Harry, "Take my hand."
"What?" He asked her.
She rolled her eye and did it herself. She grabbed his hand so it was on top of the table for everyone to see.
"Now talk to me about something, anything," she directed him, "But use hushed tones, it needs to look sensual."
Pansy leaned forward in her seat so their heads were closer together. Harry gulped as he got a closer look into her eyes.
"Why did you dye your hair?" He decided to ask.
"Why do you think?" She asked him, "So people might not recognize me when I go out. The Draco scandal was just-"
"Overwhelming?"
Pansy nodded, "But I'm over it now. It has been a few weeks."
"I get it," Harry told her, "When Ginny just up and left-"
"Why did she leave?"
Harry wasn't sure why he was telling Pansy Parkinson these things, but he realized he needed to talk about it, so he continued, "She needed to experience more of the world. All she had ever known from a serious relationship was me. I mean, she dated other guys before but-"
"I was that girl to Draco a few years ago," Pansy admitted, "That's what I think made him cheat on me with Greengrass."
"Astoria always seemed decent-"
"She's a slut."
Harry didn't say anything more, but looked down at their interlocked hands. Her nails were painted red like her dress and lips. He wasn't sure what else to say, so he just took a sip of his wine. He felt Pansy's eyes on him.
"What is it?" He asked her, "Why are you always staring?"
"I'm trying to figure you out," she told him, "You perplex me."
"How so?"
"I thought I always had you figured out in school, but now-"
"Now what?"
She hesitated, but she was about to respond as the waiter came up with their food. She let go of Harry's hand, and suddenly, he missed her touch. But he tried to bury that thought down, too.
Their dinner date went as planned, and they walked down Diagon Alley hand in hand as the sun went down. They didn't say anything for awhile, but they heard the whispers of other wizards around them. Their plan was going to work, Harry could see that now.
Once they turned the corner and were alone, Harry finally decided to ask Pansy, "Did you really mean what you said to the hostess? That I'm beautiful and have the most distracting eyes in the world?"
He was teasing her, and he hoped she caught that in his tone. He watched her roll her eyes, but she didn't look at him.
"There is always some truth to lies," she responded vaguely, "I had to keep our ruse up."
Harry wasn't one hundred percent sure what she meant, but he just nodded. They walked in silence again until they reached his flat. When they reached his front door, she turned her body so she was facing him. She was so tall that they were eye-level again, and all Harry could think about was how her eyes made him think of the sea by Bill and Fleur's home. How had he not noticed all these things about her before?
"Goodnight Potter," she told him, "I'll see you tomorrow. Or I can give you the day off?"
He realized she was asking him if he wanted to see her again so soon. He realized he did. He smiled at her but looked down at the ground. He wasn't ready for that kind of vulnerability just yet. "Yeah," he replied, "I'll see you tomorrow."
He glanced back up and watched as she hesitated, but she slowly leaned forward and kissed his cheek, just like he had done to her the night before. Her cheeks were rosy once she pulled away from him, and when she stepped back to apparate home, he swore he saw a faint smile spread across her face.
Maybe this ruse wouldn't be so hard to keep up after-all. Maybe Pansy was right about what she said to Smith the night before; he should try forgiveness out sometime, especially when it involved Pansy Parkinson.
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The Art of Seduction
Pairing: Hermione Granger x Pansy Parkinson Words: 1,071 You can also read this on AO3. This is for @the-girl-that-crys-at-the-club who requested this pairing MONTHS ago. Sorry it took so long to get to! I hope you enjoy it. I also used the prompt you sent which was, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”
For the first time in Hermione's life, she was running late. Late for Hermione meant she was only going to be ten minutes early to her interview. This was a huge opportunity; she couldn't mess it up. She wouldn't allow herself to, which meant she was in a panic as she ran to the elevator with her hot coffee in her hand.
Then the worst thing imaginable happened; she ran into the person in front of her and spilled her coffee down the front of her entire blouse. She didn't even care that her skin was burning, she was more worried about how ridiculous she would look when she walked into her interview.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Hermione hissed loudly under her breath.
The stranger she ran into turned around to glare at Hermione, but then she watched as a smirk spread across the stranger's face.
"That's why you don't run with hot coffee," the stranger told her, "And why you are not impatient to get on the elevator."
Hermione glared at her. The stranger was put together flawlessly, wearing a red pencil skirt and white blouse. If Hermione wasn't already self-conscious, she was now. She tried to cover it up though as she threw her now empty coffee cup into the nearby trash and flipped her curls over her shoulder.
"There is no need for you to be so rude," Hermione retorted, "I do apologize."
The stranger waved her hand in the air as if to say it was no big deal, but Hermione could see past her facade. She expected to get another lecture, but the stranger surprised her with her words.
"I have an extra blouse in my office if you would like to change. You can always just bring it back to me in the future."
Hermione looked down at her wrist watch and realized she had only seven minutes until her interview. Panicking, she nodded and accepted the offer. She could not blow this job opportunity, but she couldn't go in with a stained shirt either, so she followed the stranger onto the elevator as the doors opened.
They were the only ones occupying it, and this is when Hermione took the opportunity to study the stranger and her genuineness. Her green eyes were stunning, and her black hair was cut into a sharp a-line. It was as sharp as the stranger's jaw. She looked like she had just walked out of Vogue magazine. Hermione was envious, but she also found herself wondering what her plump red lips would feel like against her-
Hermione shook her head to make the thoughts go away, and the stranger noticed. She perked up her brow as the door opened to her floor.
Hermione shuffled in her heels after the stranger as they reached her office. She tried to avoid the blonde secretary's eyes as she passed by her desk.
Once they were in the stranger's office, Hermione felt even more envious. Her walls facing the busy New York streets were floor-length windows, and she had a beautiful view of the city. It was modern and sleek, just like the stranger herself. If only Hermione had this office right now. She wondered how this woman did it. She couldn't be any older than her, but now was not the time for questions. It was time to change and get ready for her interview.
The stranger went to her desk and opened up the bottom drawer. She grabbed a white blouse and threw it at Hermione. Hermione caught it and instantly started unbuttoning her shirt. She didn't even think about the fact that she was about to strip her top off in front of a stranger. All she knew was that she needed to change and fast.
She heard the stranger clear her throat and looked up once her own blouse slid off her shoulders. She was standing there in her bra and instantly felt herself flush as she realized what she just did. The stranger could have at least turned around. How inconsiderate of her.
“If I didn’t know any better," the stranger said, "I'd say you were trying to seduce me.”
Flustered, Hermione started to stutter incoherent words, but the stranger interrupted her.
"Just put the blouse on. I'm only fucking with you."
Fucking. If only.
Hermione told herself to get a grip and slipped the stranger's blouse on and started buttoning the buttons up. The stranger sat in the chair behind her desk and started casually spinning in it. Hermione tried to ignore her, but it wasn't working well. All she could focus on was the chair squeaking and the stranger's red nails tapping against the top of her desk.
"You clearly have never been here before," the stranger commented, "What are you doing in my building?"
My building. She was a Parkinson. Hermione gulped.
"I-uh, I have an interview today."
Hermione tried to flatten the wrinkles out on her skirt and adjusted it around her waist. She was doing anything she could to avoid Ms. Parkinson's eyes. This was who was supposed to interview her. Hermione could not be more humiliated.
She noticed from the corner of her eye that Ms. Parkinson's eyes perked up in surprise and a smile spread across her face.
"Hermione Granger," she said as though something sweet was on her tongue, "It's a pleasure to meet you. I have to say, after that show, I seem to know you well. I hope to get to know you better."
Once again, Hermione was stunned to the point of having no words. But rather than try to speak, she just sat down on the chair in front of Ms. Parkinson's desk.
"I'm Pansy Parkinson," she told Hermione, "But I assume you know that already."
Hermione nodded and still didn't say anything. Pansy got up from her seat so she was closer to Hermione. She sat on the edge of her desk and crossed her legs. Hermione tried hard not to stare at them.
"So you want to be my assistant?" Pansy asked.
Hermione nodded again, "Yes."
"I have seen enough," Pansy told her, "You're hired."
"But-" Hermione started, but Pansy leaned over and put her perfectly manicured finger against her lips. Hermione's skin was on fire.
"Can you start now?" Pansy asked.
Hermione watched as Pansy stood up and started to unbutton her blouse; all Hermione could manage to do was give her another nod.
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An Exception to the Rule
Pairing: Harry Potter x Daphne Greengrass Words: 1,351 You can also read this on AO3. This is a Muggle AU for the anon that requested I write for this pairing awhile ago! This one-shot was also inspired by this post. I really couldn’t resist. 
Daphne was one of the poor unfortunate souls that had to work in retail, but she wasn't usually the type to bitch about it. The things she saw on the job every day continued to amaze her, but it was the last thing she wanted to think about once she was done with her shift.
Working for a small business was ideal when it came to retail, because the hours were more flexible and the work load was slim. The only bad part about it was that it was harder to replace merchandise if customers broke it. She didn't have to deal with knick-knacks being broken usually, but there was always an exception to the rule, and it was usually always young men who would try to flirt with her to get away with it.
It was your average Tuesday night, and Daphne's shift was nearly over. She was at the cash register counting change when she heard the voice of an overly excited young man on aisle two.
"Harry! Look at this," he said, "I think this is the special glass that doesn't shatter when you drop it!"
"Ron, I wouldn't-" The other voice tried to protest, but it was too late. They all heard the shattering glass hit the hardwood floor. Daphne could hear indistinct panicked whispers as she saw their shadows quickly try to pick up the pieces.
It was Daphne's natural response to roll her eyes. Unless the shelf clearly stated it was shatter-proof glass, why would you even test it out before you bought it? This truly baffled her. But rather than yelling at them or saying anything, she went to the back and got the broom.
Once she reached aisle two, they were still trying to frantically pick up all the tiny pieces.
"I-I'm so sorry," the redhead sputtered, "I really thought this was shatter-proof glass."
Daphne had a million sarcastic remarks running thru her head, but she plastered on her best customer service smile, "It's okay, sir. Don't worry about it. I got this."
The dark-haired man standing next to him then pulled out his wallet, Daphne quickly reassured him, "Don't worry about it. This happens all the time."
It didn't, but her job wasn't to embarrass the customer. It was to make sure they would come back again.
"Are you sure?" The dark-haired man asked, "I really think that we should-"
But the redhead interrupted him in a whisper, "Harry, don't push it. She said we didn't have to pay."
Daphne kept her head down at the ground as she swept, and she could feel the dark-haired man's eyes on her. He adjusted his glasses on his nose before he shoved his wallet back into his pocket. The redhead grabbed his arm and was dragging him away, and as rehearsed, Daphne called after them, "Thanks for coming in! Have a great day!"
She watched the redhead wave in her peripheral vision as he pulled his friend out the front door, and she could feel how ashamed his friend felt.
But Daphne figured she would forget all about this by morning. She would pay the five dollars for the ridiculous glass knick-knack, and it would be over. Her boss wouldn't find out, and everything would be fine. Profit would be made.
As she finished her shift and locked up she sighed from relief. She was done with stupid customers for the night; nothing could get better.
When Daphne woke up the next morning to open up the store, she was yawning as she dug into her purse for her keys to unlock the front doors. Her hair was in a messy bun, and she didn't even attempt to put on make-up. It was one of those days.
As she went to put the key into the lock, she noticed an envelope stuck in the door. Curious, she pulled it out and opened it up.
Inside, there was a note with a lazy scrawl and it read:
Sorry about my friend. I hope this covers the cost.
Then, tucked behind the note, there was a $100 bill. Stunned, Daphne couldn't help but laugh to herself. Did this guy really think that small glass knick-knack cost $100? Or was he trying to butter her up?
She didn't think about it more once the front door opened. She put the $100 immediately in the cash register and did the rest of her duties. An hour later, the front door chimed and her first customer came in. She was surprised to see that it was the dark-haired man.
She didn't move from the front counter as he walked in. He immediately searched the store to find her presence. Once he caught sight of her, he nervously ran his hand thru his messy hair and walked towards her. As he made his way in front of her, Daphne noticed his eyes were as green as her favorite jade stones. She stopped herself from making an audible gulping noise.
"Did-did you get my note?" He asked her nervously.
Rather than answering him verbally, she opened the cash register and pulled out the bill. She handed it back to him and flashed him a customer service smile.
"There is no need to pay for that knick-knack," she told him sweetly, "It was all taken care of."
"No, not paying for it was wrong," he told her. He shoved the bill back into her hands gently, "Please take it."
Daphne could no longer keep her composure. Was this guy for real? She felt as her face fell into a dead-pan stare.
"Sir," she told him, "The knick-knack was five dollars. There is no reason for you to give me a $100 bill. I already covered the cost last night. It is truly no big deal. We have people break things all the time."
That was technically a lie, but she wanted him to leave. His dimples and his eyes were distracting her. Even though his appearance was disheveled, he looked put together, unlike her today. He was cute, and she didn't want him to know it. Especially since he was trying to be so honorable over a $5 knick-knack.
But he still fought back, "You should keep the $100, I can imagine this job gets ridiculous when friends like mine come in and do stupid shit."
Surprised by his cursing, she couldn't help but grin. She didn't put the $100 back into the register, but she set it down on the counter in front of them.
"I'm used to stupid shit happening in this store," she told him honestly, "It really isn't a big deal. I totally forgot about it by morning. I really don't need your money. This job doesn't leave me that destitute."
That was also a lie, but Daphne had pride. She also wasn't going to have a guy try to buy her with money.
Sighing dramatically, the handsome stranger took the bill back and slipped it into his wallet.
"If you insist," he replied, "But I truly am sorry."
She laughed, "Please stop apologizing about a five dollar knick-knack."
"Fine," he said, "On one condition."
She lifted her brow and leaned forward across the counter, "I'm listening."
"You go on a date with me after your shift today, and we use that $100 bill."
She rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling, "How smooth of you," she commented, "Was that your plan all along?"
"No," he told her, "I wouldn't lure girls with money, I genuinely felt bad. But then you ended up being so.. intriguing that I couldn't resist that lame pick-up line."
She bit her lip and continued smiling, then she said, "Before I say yes or no, what's your name? I have to say I didn't catch it last night even though your friend said it many times."
He gave her a grin, "I'm Harry. Nice to meet you, Daphne."
His eyes darted down to her name-tag. She felt herself blush.
"So?" He asked her, "What do you say?"
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she said, "It's a date."
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Promise Me
Pairing: Penelope Clearwater x Percy Weasley Words: 1,113 You can also read this on AO3.  This is for the @hprarepairnet Spring Challenge and for Easter! Happy early Easter, to my beautiful followers. x
Penelope had never expected to date Percy Weasley again. Especially after the war was all said and done and the slight betrayals he enacted towards her for his rise to power within the Ministry. But she learned that the past was the past and he had changed back to his old self. Also, their chemistry was way too damn good to ignore. So as Percy rolled over to catch his breath in her bed next to her, she wasn't surprised when he asked her if she would go home with him for the Easter holidays.
"It will be fun," he reassured her, "My family always liked you."
"Percy, they barely knew me."
"Trust me, they have always heard a lot about you."
He gave her a little grin and she playfully rolled her eyes as she hit him with her decorative pillow. That was her way of saying, sure, why not?
Easter came and Penelope started to feel nervous. She fidgeted in front of her bathroom mirror as she tried to make her blonde curls stay in place, but Percy interrupted her prep work by wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his head on her shoulder.
"There is no need to be nervous," he said soothingly, "My family might tease, but they will like you and approve."
"I don't worry about approval," she confessed, "I just worry about, well-"
"What?"
She took a deep breath, "I worry about this getting serious again."
Percy let her go and took a step back, "Isn't that what you want?"
"It is," she reassured him quickly, "It is just I fell for you so hard last time and then-"
She watched the guilt wash over Percy's face, "I know, I was a prat. But I won't do that again. I will try to prove to you every day that you are worth way more than any work promotion. I was a stupid kid, Penny. I have really changed I wish-"
"I believe you," she interrupted him, "It is just scary when you're in love."
He gave her an empathetic smile and leaned in to kiss her cheek, "I know. I was scared in our first relationship. That's partly why I ran. I was too young for it, you know? But now.."
His fingers lightly traced down Penelope's arm and she shivered. His slight touch was the only thing she needed to be reassured.
Once they apparated to the Burrow, Penelope took a deep breath.
"What do you think they remember about me?" She asked Percy.
An ornery smile crept on his face as he replied, "I know George and Ginny will remember our times down by the Slytherin Dungeons.."
Penelope blushed and playfully his his arm, "You will NOT be bringing that up at the family dinner."
Percy put his arms up as if he were surrendering, "Fine, fine. But I can't guarantee that the two of them won't bring it up."
Lovely, Penelope thought, she really wanted Mr. Weasley to be thinking about her making out with his son.
Dinner was going great. Mrs. Weasley was so excited to see her and Mr. Weasley gave her a big bear hug as they arrived. It was weird seeing George without his twin, but he seemed happy next to Percy as they joked and playfully kicked each other under the table. It made her miss her own family so much. Memories of the Death Eaters raiding her childhood home came to her mind, and she suddenly felt anxious. She tried to swallow down her fear, but it took over her whole being. As Mrs. Weasley was handing out dessert, she had to excuse herself. She felt Percy's eyes on her as she made it outside to catch her breath.
Soon after, she heard the back door shut and Percy's footsteps behind her. She looked down at the ground and closed her eyes.
"Penny?" He asked her quietly, "Is everything okay?"
"It's actually perfect," she whispered, "I'm-I'm just scared. I'm afraid to lose you and your family after what happened to mine and I-"
She could feel herself start to choke on her tears as Percy wrapped his arms around her and made her turn around to face him. His light blue eyes were full of concern as he asked her quietly, "What can I do to reassure you I will not leave you again?"
The shame and guilt from the past bled thru his words. She tucked one of her curls behind her ear and took a deep breath, "I don't know," she told him honestly, "After losing everything, I have this fear of loss that I just can't seem to shake."
He nodded like he understood and took a step back from her. She wanted to reach out for him, but she realized he was digging thru his pockets.
"I was going to wait to give this to you," he confessed, "But I think now is the time I do so."
Full of shock, he pulled out a ring box. She was about to protest that they hadn't been together again long enough yet for marriage, but he calmed down her internal worries swiftly.
"Don't worry, Penny. I'm not proposing.. yet. This-this is a Muggle custom I heard about. It is a promise ring. I actually bought it for you after our second first date. I realized instantly I didn't want to lose you again, and I want to promise you that when you are ready for marriage, I will be here. I know it will take awhile, but will you accept my promise that I will be with you forever?"
He held out the ring to her, and she blinked back tears. She nodded from happiness, of course she would take it. She wanted to make that promise to him, too. She reached out her left hand so he could slip the ring on her finger. He was shaking as he slipped it on, but once it was set in place, Penelope knew it belonged there.
"Did that reassure you?" He asked her, "Is there anything else I can do?"
She smiled and took a step towards him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and felt his cheeks heat up. She always loved when he blushed, as a boy and as a man.
"Kiss me," she told him simply, "That's the only other thing that I need."
He chuckled from relief, and she watched a grin spread across his face as he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.
Penelope felt like she was on top of the world, and she knew with his kiss that he intended to keep his promise.
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fanon pansy parkinson is the love of my life and i would dIE FOR HER. (but you knew that already L O L)! tbh tho, harry potter is my favorite character bc he's brave, clever, will do just about anything for people he loves, and he's sassy aF! (ps you know i think your blog is so #aesthetic and i love you xoxoxo)
Okay, wow. First of all, I love you. Second of all, I would honestly have the same exact answer as you. We are twins. Fanon Pansy and just HARRY are life. 
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Christmas Rose
Pairing: Hermione Granger x Ron Weasley Words: 1,904 You can also read this on AO3. This is for the anon who requested Romione and for all my followers for the Holidays. I love you all so much and hope you enjoy the fluff. x
For the past few years, Hermione only wanted two things for Christmas.
First, she wanted to find her parents. The war ended long enough ago that she should have found them by now, but it was as though they had disappeared forever. She had tried everything, and she worried that her spell was too permanent. But that didn't stop her from hoping every Christmas Eve that they would end up on her doorstep in some magical way or that she would find some kind of clue. All she wanted was reassurance that they were at least alive.
Second, Hermione wanted a positive pregnancy test. She had been trying with Ron now for what seemed like a lifetime. She wasn't sure why she was having trouble conceiving, but they had even resorted to Muggle methods. It was getting to the point where Hermione was considering surrogacy or adoption. Not being able to conceive was making Hermione feel like a failure, even though she knew she shouldn't feel that way. She just wanted to start this chapter of her life with Ron, who she loved more than anything. Having a child with him would mean everything to her and their legacy as a couple.
Wizarding pregnancy tests were different than Muggle pregnancy tests. Rather than peeing on a stick, you would cast a spell, but Hermione was so sick of the spell that she wasn't sure she could hear it again without feeling instant disappointment.
So on this particular Christmas Eve, she decided to go to her parent's old Muggle village and buy a pregnancy test from the nearest convenience store.
It was hard to find an excuse to leave Ron on Christmas Eve, but she had convinced him it was because she was gathering possible information about her parents. He didn't seem to argue she could be leaving for other reasons, but he did have a puzzled expression on his face that she did not expect.
Hermione was terrified as she apparated onto her old street and stepped into the convenience store. She heard the old chime as the door opened, and as she walked down the aisles, she told other customers "Happy Holidays" and nodded in their direction politely. They all seemed rather chipper because of the holidays, but Hermione was shaking from nerves.
Once she reached the feminine hygiene section, that's when she saw it. Her first Muggle pregnancy test. She gulped as she took it off the shelf and checked out at the counter.
"I hope you get the result you want this Christmas," the cashier told Hermione kindly, "Happy Christmas!"
Hermione smiled nervously at the cashier, and she gave her a pitiful smile back. She knew the lady must of thought she wanted it to be negative, but if only she knew she was nervous for the exact opposite reason.
Ron was already in bed by the time she got home, but he left a note on their kitchen table for her.
I hope you found some answers you were looking for. You deserve your Christmas wish to come true.
I love you,
Ron
She smiled at the note and felt the pregnancy test in her pocket. She swallowed down her nerves and set the note back down.
It was time to take the test.
Breathe Hermione, she kept telling herself. She sat down on their toilet and opened up the package carefully. She read the well-known instructions hundreds of times before she lectured herself to stop stalling.
As she peed on the stick, she closed her eyes.
Please be positive, please be positive.
The whole minute to find out her results took what seemed like a lifetime.
She decided to peek. She knew it was time. And to her surprise, when she looked down, it said the one thing she never expected it to say.
Positive.
Hermione was bubbling with excitement on Christmas morning. As usual, she woke up Ron with a big smile on her face and with a cup of tea.
"Happy Christmas, Ron," she whispered into his ear.
He grinned with his eyes shut, and he rolled over playfully.
"Wake up," Hermione played along, "We have a lot of gifts to open before going over to the Burrow."
Ron teasingly groaned and sat up in bed. He took his cup of tea from her hands and kissed her on the cheek.
"You make mornings more bearable," he commented, "Have I ever told you that?"
Hermione smirked.
"Several times now, actually."
"Well, I decided to remind you again. Mark that in your journal. Merry Christmas."
She playfully hit his arm and hugged him.
"Let's go downstairs."
"After you, Mione."
As usual, Ron gave Hermione beautiful gifts. He even knitted her a scarf on his own. He blushed as he gave it to her, and sputtered about how he fumbled a lot and there were probably a lot of mistakes. Hermione stopped his sputtering by simply giving him a kiss. As she pulled away, his eyes were still closed. This made Hermione smiled.
She knew it was time now. She had to give him his last present.
The wrapped pregnancy test shook in her hands as she pulled it out from under the tree.
"I have one last gift for you, Ron," she told him, "I will explain what it is after you open it."
Perplexed, Ron raised his brows.
"Is this another Muggle self-help thing? My dad might like it."
Hermione snorted, "No, it's not. But I have a feeling your dad will still like it."
Ron gave her a questioning look, but he unwrapped the stick in his hands. He looked at it with a confused expression until he saw the plus sign.
"Is-is this what I think it is?" He asked her, "If it is, you don't have to explain. I have read about them."
"Yes," Hermione replied, "It is."
Ron then swept Hermione up in his arms and twirled her around in a circle. She giggled and hugged him tight as he let her down and kissed her on the top of her head.
"This is perfect," he told her seriously, "I couldn't have asked for a better gift."
Hermione snuggled her head into his chest.
"I love you," she told him, "So much, Ron."
"I love you, too."
That night, Hermione was bubbling with excitement and anticipation once again.
"What do you think they're all going to say?" Hermione asked Ron, "Do you think they are going to be surprised?"
"I think so," Ron answered, "But we need to wait to tell them. I have a surprise for you first."
"A surprise?"
Ron smiled, "You'll see."
"Okayyyyy..." Hermione replied, "But this is such a big deal, certainly this surprise can wait."
"It can't. Trust me."
As they arrived at the Burrow and were welcomed at the front door by Ginny, Hermione fell into her arms happily.
"Merry Christmas, Ginny!"
"Merry Christmas, Hermione!"
They laughed as Ron tripped over his shoes trying to hug his mum, and Harry came into the front room with Charlie with all the treats.
"I figured I would bring these to the door," Harry explained, "Because I know Ron will be asking about them immediately."
Everyone laughed, and Ron playfully rolled his eyes.
"You're right mate," Ron replied, "You made a good choice."
Harry playfully slapped Ron on the back, and all of them made it to the living room.
It was then that Ron gave Mrs. Weasley a meaningful look and left the room and Hermione lifted her brow curiously. Ginny just smiled in her direction and winked at Harry who was watching Hermione intently.
"What is it?" Hermione asked Harry.
"You'll see," he replied.
It was then that Mrs. Weasley spoke up and Mr. Weasley came into the room with Percy, George, and James Sirius.
"Now," Mrs. Weasley began, "We have a special gift for you, Hermione. Naturally, Ron spearheaded the whole thing for you, but we thought this was important. You have been our family ever since you met our boys. Because you are our family, we wanted to help you find the rest of yours."
Before Hermione could even react, Ron escorted her parents into the room.
"M-mum? Dad?" Hermione stuttered.
They smiled at her and opened their arms silently. Hermione ran into them and hugged them tight. Her eyes were closed, but she felt tears escape from them.
"We love you, Hermione Jean," her mother whispered, "And thank you. Thank you for keeping us safe."
Hermione hugged her mum back tightly. Her father let go first to look at her with tears in his eyes.
"We're just sad we weren't able to see you marry the love your life," he told her, "But we are so fortunate you had the Weasleys to be there for you like they always have been."
Hermione smiled, and Ron walked up to her and put his arm around her waist. He kissed her on her temple, and she closed her eyes again from his touch.
"Well sir," Ron started, "That was the only milestone in our life together you missed."
It was then that they heard Ginny gasp in the background.
"What do you mean, Ron?" Mr. Weasley asked.
Hermione and Ron turned to face their whole family and their curious faces. Fleur and Bill had now joined them. They were holding Victoire and Teddy. James Sirius was now awake in George's arms.
Hermione couldn't hold it in any longer. She looked up at Ron as she said the words.
"We're pregnant!"
Excitable shouts and giggles exploded throughout the room. Hermione laughed as Harry came to hug her first with tears in his eyes. She felt her father's hand on her shoulder, and her mother was hugging Mrs. Weasley.
"Congratulations!" Percy told them both sincerely, "This is the best Christmas gift we all could have received this year."
Hermione smiled at him and then gave him a hug.
Nothing could top this moment. Nothing in the world. Her parent's were back and her dream to be a mother had come true.
That night, as Hermione and Ron laid in Ron's childhood bedroom, she traced shapes on his bare chest with her finger and looked up at his ceiling with a small smile playing at her lips.
"I can't believe today was real," she whispered to him, "You found my parents. You had to have known I was lying last night. Why didn't you question me more?"
Ron turned his head slightly to look down at her.
"I didn't question you because you looked nervous. It meant whatever you were doing was important. I didn't want to push you, and I trust you. I trust you more than anyone, Hermione."
Hermione cupped his cheek and brought his lips down to her's. She kissed him softly.
"Thank you," Hermione told him sincerely, "Thank you for everything, but I have questions."
"I know you do," he replied, "I bet you have hundreds, but those are for the morning and for the rest of our lives. All that matters now is that our whole family is here. Including the most important member."
It was then that Ron's hand moved down her body and was now cradling her stomach. She closed her eyes and buried her head in his chest. He kissed the top of her forehead, and they laid like that until they fell asleep.
It was a happy holiday for Hermione, indeed.
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