#Hermione is a sap

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Microfic May Day 27: evolve (alt. choice)

@microficmay

Week 4 challenge complete! Use every letter of the alphabet.

so the formatting looks like shit if you're viewing ao3 on your phone. Here's what it's supposed to look like

[smehur]

A Very Drarry Christmas

or what are my various drarries doing for the holidays?

many thanks to @kamaela and @hollyhawthorn for tagging me in this delightful game! 🎄🎄🎄

Spring Forward, Fall Back (the series that starts with A Ferret’s Sensibility): As the Yule Ball draws to an end, and Ron runs out after Hermione, an origami crane hits the right lens of Harry’s glasses, skewing them. Its beak would’ve gone right into his eye. He doesn’t need to unwrap it to guess who it’s from. Malfoy waits in a deserted classroom with a flask of pilfered firewhiskey. “Scared, Potter?” he taunts, puffing smoke out the perfect, wet circle of his mouth. “Piss off, Malfoy,” says Harry, snatches the flask and takes a swig. He chokes on it. Malfoy laughs, nicely, loose and loud from the booze, and after a moment, Harry smiles too. They’re fourteen. They’ll be over twenty the next time they know true peace for Christmas.

More than I can say: Draco can’t stand the echoing emptiness of the common room, not even with the promises the crackling hearth whispers to his freezing feet. He retires to the dorm and crawls under the covers. So what if it’s noon? No one will know anyway. It’s half past three when the knocking wakes him. He blinks and rubs his eyes, but it’s not an apparition. “What are you doing here, Potter?” Potter’s unlacing his shoes. “Aren’t you supposed to be with the Weasleys?” Potter’s taking off his glasses so he can pull his jumper over his head. “Potter!” Draco demands. Then, “Harry,” softer. “Tell me you didn’t come back to keep me company. I was perfectly fine on—” Down to his vest, pants and socks, Potter worms into Draco’s bed, into his arms, with icicles for nose and knees and fingers. “Less talking, more snogging," he says. Hopelessly, helplessly in love, Draco gives him what he wants. Everything he could ever want.

The mature future of Bruised: The last of the guests have gone through the Floo. Harry sweeps the room with tired eyes: the abundance of plates and cutlery and leftovers, cans and bottles and gift-wrappings, the cooling smoke from cigars and firewhiskey. “Tomorrow,” Draco declares with a royal wave of the hand, putting a swift end to the discussion before it has a chance to start. Harry releases the breath he was holding. They meet in the center of the room, where there had been dancing. “Besides,” Draco murmurs as they start to sway to the music of blissful silence, “whatever energy you’ve got left, you’ll need it for this.” And he pulls his shirttails from under his belt to reveal a glimpse of fine, sap green lace running up his iliac crest. In minutes, it is wet with kisses.

no-pressure-tagging @soliblomst @eleadore @sweet-s0rr0w @yiiiiiiiikes25 @lqtraintracks @letteredlettered

[greattemptation]

Actual Goddess @citrusses tagged me in this enchanting tag game to explore what your drarries would do for Christmas, but I'm being late about it, so I'm going to see what they're up on around the New Year!

The fellas from Baggage Claim go to the big NYE bash hosted at Ron and Hermione's with the huge, multi-house gang that bonded Eighth Year. Draco orchestrates everyone developing a resolution for the year, and insists that the goals be specific, measurable, and achievable. The first year he did this, all of the Slytherins and at least half of the Gryffindors grumbled the rest of the night about a "Tulipified" Draco. The following year, after a series of great personal successes in the group, everyone was much more amenable.

My boys from Seasons would have spent a very busy Christmas season with various Weasley events, Christmas morning with Andy and Teddy, and an overnight at Narcissa's cottage, so for the New Year, they hole up together, just the two of them. Draco is put in charge (by Harry) of what they eat on New Years Eve, and on New Year's Day, Harry always makes the same breakfast they made the first weekend after Draco moved into Grimmauld Place because he's a sap. Draco teases him about it, but realistically, would sulk for all of January if this actually changed.

And the wackos from Across the Desk of Gawain Robards would be compelled to attend the annual NYE Ministry Gala, and each year they'd commit to more and more outrageous public displays of affection (and indecent ways to get caught fucking) to try to get uninvited, or, even better, banned. Robards has no plans to let them off the hook no matter what they try, because the amount of attention and money they bring in at these now-infamous galas is achievable no other way. He is trying very hard to make sure they don't find out.

To the following, I invite you to place your drarries in a holiday: @jtimu, @rainstormradish, @kamaela, @phoebe-delia, @ghostofnoir

[crackishincorrecthp]

Harry: Bye Draco! Bye Ron! Bye Hermione! Bye Ginny! Bye Luna! Bye Draco! Hermione: You said "bye Draco" twice Harry: It turns out Draco is my boyfriend, so I love him and therefore he deserves 2 "bye"s Hermione: Ron: Ginny: Luna: Draco: Sap

[maxdibert]

A una amiga le cayó hate por decir que los Weasley eran pobres. Ella decía que no podían vivir en la abundancia porque eran muchas bocas y un solo sueldo, pero tenían gallinas y huerto. Comida no les faltaba.

¿Qué compartían ropa? Igual que mi hermano heredó la mía y él y yo de nuestros primos mayores. Es normal. Incluso mi madre y mis tías se siguen pasando ropa si algo ya no les va bien o ya no lo usan y no vivimos en la indigencia.

A Percy y a Ron les compraron una lechuza solo por ser prefectos y Ron tenía la habitación llena de merchandising de los Chudley Cannons. Y en el primer año de Ron, sus padres y su hermana se fueron a Rumanía a visitar a Charlie.

O sea, si pueden permitirse comprar chorradas y regalos e ir de viaje no son tan pobres. Lo que pasa que son muchas bocas y un solo sueldo. Saps el temps que fa que la meva família i jo no podem anar de viatge?

Es que tia me hace gracia porque OBVIAMENTE no tienen tanta pasta o sea han tenido un puto equipo de fútbol como hijos. La mayoría de los magos de sangre pura tienen uno dos o tres hijos a lo sumo y no me parece raro es una forma de no tirar el dinero básicamente o sea a nem a vorer com expliquem aci que hasta yo que soy hija única y mis padres a inicios de los 2000 tenían súper buenos sueldos heredaba ropa de mis primos? Es algo como súper normal? Sobre todo útiles el colegio o libros porque es lógico si están casi nuevos dárselos a la familia para que no tengan que gastar. O sea la hija de una íntima amiga de mi madre es influencer y a mi me ha caído un puñado de ropa y bolsos más de una vez de estos que le dan para promociones y que ella no quiere.

Ser pobre es no tener ni para llegar a fin de mes no que tú hermano mayor te pase la ropa de deporte. Además es lógico que en comparación con Harry y Hermione, Ron parezca menos. Hermione es hija de dentistas y es hija única y Harry es hijo único y tiene una herencia millonaria. No tienen que heredar nada de nadie porque están solos y suelos padres de Hermione invierten en ella y Harry tiene su propio dinero que es para él o sea…

Una familia que gana una lotería o una primitiva y no tiene con que llegar a fin de mes invierte ese dinero en saldar deudas no en irse de viaje. Se va de viaje el que de normal no puede darse el capricho pero tampoco pierde nada si invierte la pasta en eso. Que no me la donen que tenen de pobres lo que no de filla de Madonna.

[aeligsido]

[WM — September 2024] Prompt 1 — Hogwarts Express.

Rating: T.

TW: mentions of the war and the pov character definitely has trauma (maybe PTSD?).

Characters: Altair Lupin-Black (OC), Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Daisy Potter; mention of a lot of other characters.

Additional Tags: Voldemort attacks the Potters later au; Outsider POV; not-really-implied-but-also-how-else-did-they-get-those-kids past mpreg; Kallisto, Maeve, Daisy, & Altair are my OCs; POA; emotional angst; those children have so many trauma; those adults also have so many trauma.

Summary: Altair just wants his parents back together.

Words Count: 876.

A/N: Hey! I hope it still qualifies (Altair does think a lot about his parents together) jdjdjd. I started thinking about this au not too long ago — where Harry is seven (and a half!) when Voldemort finds & attacks the Potters, and what would it change (more kids everywhere apparently) and what wouldn’t change (rip Sirius, but at least this time he escaped earlier). I’m so willing to babble about it you have no idea. Anyway, I hope you guys like it! 💕

@wolfstarmicrofic

Read on ao3.

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He should be happy and excited and hopeful; yet all Altair can feel is the trepidation and anxiety twisting his stomach into knots.

He knew since he was five and lost most of his family that starting Hogwarts was going to be difficult; he hadn’t imagined any of this, still.

For starters, at five he still firmly believed that the Aurors would soon realize their mistake and let his Papa go. He’s not sure when this particular hope withered away, yet it did, and with it all the trust and respect his child self still had for the government — which admittedly hadn’t been that much anyway, considering that his dad is a werewolf and the British Wizarding World hates everything that isn’t wizard and pureblooded.

Then, it’s the fact that said Papa escaped Azkaban this summer — of course not to kill Harry as people seem so intent on believing, but even Dad isn’t sure what prompted it. Tentatively, he told them when they first reunited earlier that day that perhaps he just hadn’t managed to escape before; Altair could imagine it’s true, too.

His dad is sleeping, now, the upcoming moon sapping all of his energy. Maeve is curled up against him, as fast asleep as he is, for the exact same reasons. From time to time, a small snort escapes her throat, and Kallisto lets out a small giggle. She’s tucked against Dad and Neville, listening to the older teenagers' conversation, and seemingly more excited than everyone else combined. It’s not the same for her, Altair knows — she was barely one when everything happened. She doesn’t have the memories of everything that happened after.

Reflexively, he squeezes Daisy’s hand. She squeezes right back, and he lets out a soft, relieved breath. Being separated from her all those years has been terrible, like his very soul being ripped in half and told to wander on its own. He’s not able to let go of her now that she’s here, not yet, and she doesn’t look much ready to let go of him either. Susan is on the other side of her, and then Harry and Harry’s friend Hermione. Beside Neville is Ron — one of Uncle Fabian’s nephews, he remembers. They’ve never met, but Uncle Fabian used to talk about them all the time — and then Susan’s friend Hannah. It’s a lot of people, probably too much for their compartment, but Dad casts a few spells when they all came in and it looks like it's holding on.

Sometimes, Altair still has nightmares about the night Uncle James and Aunt Lily died, and about Papa leaving in the middle of the night and never coming back. He was too young to realize then, but now he can tell how much it must have weighed on his dad; how much it still weighs on him. They haven’t talked about Papa being out and about outside of Dad telling them that Dumbledore is wrong and Papa is not going to hurt them — Altair knows that, of course, but the girls either don’t remember him or never knew him, so they needed the reassurance — but that he’s taking the DADA position anyway.

Altair wonders what his dad is feeling, now. Is he angry? Or scared? Or excited? Does he even still love Papa the way he used to?

Altair wants to see his fathers together again. He cherishes the memories of simpler times, when the war was still raging on and Voldemort was still alive, but they were a happy family. He remembers his fathers dancing and singing in the kitchen after tucking him in bed, when he would get up to ask for another story and end up in their arms and laughing at the purposefully wrong notes his Papa would hit. He remembers their smiles, full and bright and tired and wary, but always loving, always comforting, and the soft I love yous they would exchange and murmur into his hair. He remembers the last year the most, when they would sneak away to the Potters’ cottage and grieve their family members falling one after the other and yet still be the most safe he ever felt.

He wants it back. He wants it back so badly; the love and the bad singing and the kisses into his hair and on his forehead and the adoration in his Papa’s eyes when he was looking at Dad and him and Kallisto, and the warmth and safety teared away from them by Voldemort killing Uncle James and Aunt Lily and the government letting Papa rots in jail under false accusations.

More even, Altair wants his dad to be happy again, happy like when Altair was a kid, happy like when Papa was still with them. And now — now that Papa is out, maybe it’ll happen. Maybe they’ll be together again, and they'll be a family again, and Harry and Daisy will come live with them, and Papa will love Maeve just like he loves him and Kallisto, and Dad will be happy. Complete again. A team, chasing away Death Eaters and monsters under the bed alike.

Altair wants it, and he wants to believe in this future more than anything.

And every second closer to Hogwarts chants maybe, maybe, maybe…

[goldenbi]

wrong number

for @microcest's prompt "wrong number" (552 words) warning: incest read on ao3

Harpy: Have a good trip! Don’t let the seagulls steal your wand again! little ronnikins: 🖕

little ronnikins changed Harpy’s name to Annoying Little Sister

Annoying Little Sister: Seriously? After I owl ordered Hermione’s picnic for you?

little ronnikins changed Annoying Little Sister’s name to Did One Thing

Did One Thing: Ronald! Did One Thing: I swear to Merlin I will send Mione alone on your anniversary trip little ronnikins: Alright Alright!

little ronnikins changed Annoying Little Sister’s name to Harpy

little ronnikins: Thank you for setting this up, Gin. I swear I haven’t felt this happy since… before the Aurors. Godric, that’s the war. Alright, maybe I’ve never been this happy. Harpy: Alright no need to be a sap. Harpy: I’m glad you’re doing it. Harpy: Now go!

little ronnikins: Landed! Harpy: hope you like the B&B I picked out

little ronnikins: holy hell gin little ronnikins: this place is little ronnikins: are you sure I can afford it? Harpy: Shut up and enjoy it.

little ronnikins Incoming Call Harpy Accepted Call

Harpy: I am so glad she loves it little ronnikins: We wish you were here

little ronnikins: *0:42 Video - Hermione is tied to a large white bed by her wrists, her leg held open by a big, freckled hand. Ron’s long cock slides into her and she moans, the straps straining against her wrists. “Please!” she begs, and the hand slides down towards her center, and Ron’s thumb circles her clit. Her legs immediately clamp together. The video ends.

Harpy: looks like you are having a lot of fun

little ronnikins: Fuck Gin! little ronnikins: I did not mean to send that to you! little ronnikins: I am so sorry little ronnikins: Harpy and Harry are just one letter off Harpy: You were sending that to HARRY? little ronnikins: …yes Harpy: Harry Potter? My ex? The one you were so jealous of that you left searching for horcruxes because of it? little ronnikins: I can explain little ronnikins: when harry told us he might like boys and girls, but he wasn’t sure, we just Harpy: go on little ronnikins: we fooled around together Harpy: YOU and Harry? little ronnikins: no! little ronnikins: I mean yes, but the three of us together Harpy: how noble little ronnikins: shut up Harpy: so you three have a little kinky group chat do you? little ronnikins: don’t call it that Harpy: you’ve got Hermione all tied up, I think that counts as kinky little ronnikins: no I just mean little ronnikins: you shouldn’t know this about me, I’m your brother Harpy: is that why you didn’t invite me into the group chat when I came out as pan? little ronnikins: Yes! Siblings shouldn’t think of each other that way

Harpy: Well I am now little ronnikins: Ginny Harpy: I mean I knew Hermione was gorgeous Harpy: but I didn’t know you were my Big big brother little ronnikins: I shouldn’t have sent it to you, it’s late, it was a long portkey

Harpy changed little ronnikins name to Big Ronnikins

Big Ronnikins: I’m glad you think it’s funny Harpy: Was there more? Harpy: Videos? Big Ronnikins: good night gin

Harpy saved video to device Harpy looped video, played a total of 23 times Harpy looped video, played a total of 17 times

[papapoutine]

Riverdale Characters and the IDGAF War

Nana Rose: general of the idgaf war. Kept a corpse in maple syrup for decades. Sold the maple groves that her husband’s family had held for generations after Reggie flirted with her once and she heard about one maple tree not producing sap. Sat on information regarding Jason’s death for months and did not care. Had a son that disappeared and a child bride daughter who hates her and never mentions any of them and never tried to look for said child or make amends with said daughter. Was fully prepared to sacrifice her granddaughter’s situationship at a moment’s notice.

Josie: The General MacArthur of the idgaf war. Utterly annihilated Sweet Pea and Archie in the idgaf wars of season 3, and came out victorious in the Cold Idgaf War against Reginald Mantle while texting during community service in season 2. Repeatedly stayed late and walked home alone from school durinng a time where her mother was receiving death threats, a serial killer was on the loose, AND she had a stalker who had managed to break into her locker (obvi, it was Cheryl, but she had no idea atp). Pulled a Jesy Nelson on the Pussycats only to reunite the band seven years later so she could flex on her flop classmates and clear every single one of them in a single takedown. The only reason Nana Rose ranks above her is due to the sheer amount of lore that Nana Rose sits on and doesn’t talk about because she dgaf about it.

Hermione: called a hit on her husband and still slept with him later. Divorced him by declaring she had joined the real housewives. Somewhat faltered after becoming a real housewife, but until then was as cool as a cucumber.

Hiram: dgaf about anything besides Veronica, wrestling, his rum business, and palladium.

Penelope: Does not acknowledge her breaking out of prison or sending her daughter to conversion therapy before asking her daughter to start a cult with her. Key victory against Hal in the season 3 finale.

Veronica: based on how she dealt with her breakups with Archie, Reggie and Chad, would be the most successful main character in the idgaf war were it not for Hiram. However, given that Hiram’s antics nearly always pose existential threats to her dreams and happiness, she is forced to concede brief losses by circumstance.

Reggie: debated putting him above Veronica due to how he handled his breakups with Veronica as well as selling her soul to Lucifer and setting fire to the maple groves but then I remembered his Red Circle era and he def gaf way too much.

Betty: much like Alice, hard to make a verdict. If it involved someone she cared deeply about, she would honestly hide it but be upset. I personally find labelling the Mad world stripping scene as fighting in the IDGAF war very funny, but ultimately she did it because she gaf about Jughead. She did, however, win the idgaf war against TBK.

Alice: Incredibly hard to answer, because overall she gaf, but when she wins, her victories are huge. I don’t know what else you could call the Gala entrance scene other than the equivalent to dropping an atomic bomb in the idgaf war. Completely annihilated Hal in the second season finale by telling him how much he sucked and how she wanted to fuck FP while he was trying to murder-suicide them. Otherwise completely loses because she cannot mind her own business.

Tabitha: honestly has no choice but to gaf because otherwise the multiverse would literally be destroyed.

Archie: Would seem to be winning but in reality wouldn’t know the idgaf war was even occurring. The second he finds out, though, he looks all over town looking to make that apology in person, regardless of who’s at fault.

Uncle Frank: cannot STAND when people don’t want to hear him. Always involves himself in shit. I guess he won the idgaf war against his family in Canada by abandoning them???

Cheryl: believes that she’s winning the idgaf war only to lead her troops to the slaughter like the Dauphin at the Battle of Agincourt. Seemingly won the idgaf war by isolating from the world for seven years, but immediately shat on that victory the second she left the house by challenging her pregnant ex, and then a literal teenager, to a dance battle for control of a high school cheerleading team. Cursed an entire town because some of them were descended from the people who killed the witch ancestress that Cheryl had literally found out about only an hour before. Made five (I count burning down Thornhill) tributes to her dead twin only to keep his stuffed corpse in her chapel and talk to it, then created a religion with him as a Christ figure. Reacted to her ex being pregnant by building a nursery in her house. Banned her ex from wearing the colour red. Hosted a key party just to hook up with her ex. I cannot stress how much this woman gaf.

Jughead: slaughtered right off the bat like the Hunger Games tributes that step off their pedestals early and get blown up immediately. The only member of the Core Four to show up at Pop’s after college. Cannot physically resist getting baited. If any person interferes with his life he immediately imagines that they are the Big Bad whose single purpose is to eternally ruin Jughead’s life (most don’t even know who he is, much less care about him). He got so pissed about being banned from the prom that he didn’t even want to go to in the first place that he wrote a fanfic about murdering his principal. The only reason he gaf more than Cheryl is due to the sheer concentration that goes into him pretending not to gaf and be aloof.

[rondracofest]

Ron/Draco Fest 2023: Weekly Round-Up (1)

I’m astounded by our fabulous first week for Ron/Draco Fest 2023! Here is a collected post for all the submissions we had the pleasure of viewing over this past week. There is more to come in the fest, so please do stick around!

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Title: by the time the bar closes Rating: G Summary: Draco is inexplicably drawn to the way the strobe lights dance and flicker across his auror partner's face. He looked ethereal, alive and beautiful. Six years after the war and Draco is still not over his crush on Ronald Weasley.

FIC

Title: The Malfoysian Gambit Rating: G Summary: Ron finds he's a contestant on WEBO, the Wizarding England Bake Off, with other Hogwarts former students. There's not enough rum at his station to make it through with Draco Malfoy across the aisle, especially when said former enemy seems to have more at stake than he's letting on. Lighthearted, happy ending; the only tragedies involve baked goods. Title: The Magnificent Race Rating: PG-13 Summary: When both of their partners have to drop out of the Magnificent Race, rivals Ron and Draco are paired together in a race across America. Title: Tree Sap Rating: PG-13 Summary: Draco reluctantly agrees to buy a Christmas tree when Narcissa is too busy. Then another tree. Then he returns again. This has nothing to do with Ron Weasley. Title: Of My Life, You Could Be My Deepest Longing Rating: PG-13 Summary: After unexpectedly making a fortune on Fantasy Quidditch with Seamus Finnigan, Ron pours his galleons and his heart into The Sanctuary, a place for up to six concurrent clients to recover from addiction and trauma. Can Ron live in a reality that includes a mellow, penniless Malfoy when dropped into his haven to do work for the facility? A fantastical tale with inspiration drawn from a very real, very miraculous recovery journey. Title: Ron and Draco Go on an Island Adventure [Gee Thanks, Hermione] Rating: NC-17 Summary: Draco loves Ron. Ron loves Harry. And Harry's getting married to Theo, which leaves Ron on the verge of a full-on mental breakdown. It's up to Draco to keep Ron company during these trying times. [Oh, and did I mention, Hermione sneakily banishes the two of them to a tropical island for a month?] Title: Primum Non Nocere Rating: R Summary: All Ron knows is that he had an accident in the field and was badly cursed. The treatment is excruciating but he has world-renowned Healer Draco Malfoy tending to him. For that he should be thankful, shouldn't he?

[sortofshea]

Microfic: Hermoine Granger's 12 Step Guide to Getting Along With Pansy Parkinson

@sapphicmicrofics Prompt: Nightmares

Hermione/Pansy || 188 words

Hermione is sitting on the end of Parvati’s bed, watching her braid Lavender’s hair in a chunky plait down her back. Parvati’s fingers card gently and lovingly through Lavender’s curly hair as the other girl chatters excitedly about some fifth-year love triangle she has been following for the past few weeks.

“-I honestly thought she was going to combust, her face was so red!” Lavender finishes the update gleefully as Parvati ties off her braid with a scrunchie. “Thanks, babe.”

“Of course, petal.” Parvati murmurs, leaning forwards over Lavender’s shoulder as Lavender drops her head back to receive a sweet peck on the lips.

“Can I ask you both something?” Hermione says suddenly, stomach twisting nervously. “How did you realize your feelings for each other?”

“Hm,” Lavender hums, leaning back on Parvati’s chest looking thoughtful. “I think I started to suspect when her regular friendly touches began to take on a dreamlike quality.” She says with a sigh.

Parvati shakes her head, smiling softly. “You sap.”

Hermione nods slowly, her mouth set in a grim line. Whether it was something dreamlike or nightmarish, she had yet to discern.

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[dhr-ao3]

Draco Malfoys Guide to Self Discovery

Draco Malfoys Guide to Self Discovery https://ift.tt/PAbGdBr by willowm0617 Draco Malfoy has been a complete sap for Hermione granger since she punched him in the face, during third year. The war happened, he repressed his feelings under layers and layers of well placed occlumency shields. Harry Potter killed Voldy, and the layers started to float away. After his trial, Draco swears off occlusion, determined to be his authentic self and hopefully win the forgiveness of one curvy, curly headed, fiesty swot. This story starts during a Quick Look through eighth year and will continue with life after hogwarts and the war. Major cannon diversions: Fred, Lupin, Tonks and Snape are all fucking alive because this is my story and I said so. Narcissa and Lucius are so so far from cannon, you might hate it and that’s okay. I truly enjoyed writing them like this. And I like to think that many different parts were played in the first and second war. And truly, we don’t see much of them in cannon, we’re left with assumptions. If they’re not for you, that’s okay. There’s thousands of incredible fics out there.

[drarrypotterrenaissance]

Something Just Like This

Harry's happy right where he is. A 100-word drabble on friendship and turning down destiny in a coffeeshop AU For @harryjamespotterweek 2023, Day 4 (Friendship, Coffeeshop AU) Rated G, 100 words. Read on ao3 here

“Do you ever think what it would be like to be a famous superhero?” Ron asks. He’s been on a comic book kick lately.

It sounds pretty lonely to Harry, like too much sacrifice and pain, obligation you can’t escape from and a moral duty you never asked for.

“No,” Harry replies without hesitation. “It sounds exhausting. And superheroes only get sidekicks, not friends. I wouldn’t want to give you lot up.”

“Sap,” Ron says, but he bumps his shoulder into Harry’s anyway, and Hermione leans across their regular corner table to squeeze his hand.

“We love you too, Harry.”

[dramioneasks]

Looking for Dramione fanfiction where in one of the chapters Draco and Hermione have detention in the forest and pick at branches which had this sap. The sap makes them make out with each other. Could possibly be Brand New World or something like that? Please let me know!

I think it is indeed:

Brand New World by NinaBinaBallerina - M, 72 chapters, Words: 286,989 - Draco Malfoy had the perfect plan: use Polyjuice to turn into the Weasel, infiltrate Gryffindor tower, and steal the memories implicating his father. But the Golden Girl had to ruin everything by kissing him. Now Draco’s developed a strange addiction for bushy-haired know-it-all mudbloods, and nothing but the best will do. COMPLETE

-Lisa

[thechosengryffindor]

6, 7, 16

OTP for your muse?

Harry/Hermione. I just love the friends turned lovers dynamic and they have completely consumed my brain. im cool with them being platonic too but ive shipped them since... god I cant even remember lmao its too late for me im afraid.

NOTP for your muse?

Oh man, I don't know. Im not really a fan of Ginny/Harry but i don't like... hate them? They probably would have been my answer 10 years ago but I've tried to be more chill about it but I'm gonna go with them since that's the closest I can think of lol. Drarry is up there, I just dont see it at all.

Favourite trope?

I don't know if anyone's noticed but I'm a freaking sap. my current favorite trope is magic compatibility/soulmate aus. But im also really into arranged marriages depending on the pairing, they can be fun.,

[acourtcfmuses]

@bccksmarts asked: it's you. it's only ever going to be you. — to Sebastian again bc wow I'm such a sap

"Good." Call the wizard clingy, but he couldn't lose any more people form his life, and he refused to lose the witch in front of him. Reaching forward, he grabbed her hand easily to pull her against him. "Because I intend to ruin you for anyone else Hermione Granger. It will only ever be me, and it will only ever be you." he promised her. He wouldn't have it any other way. He'd lost too much. His parents. Anne. Ominis was always annoyed at him lately. He couldn't lose her too. They were made for one another. The Gryffindor muggleborn and the Slytherin Pureblood. Polar opposites that fit like a glove. "Promise you'll always be mine Granger?"

[snarkythewoecrow]

hi there what are your favorite ships in different fandoms and how did you found out about them and why did you fell for this ships

Okay, so let me think…

Going back to my Twilight days, even though I’d love to forget, I have to say that I’ve always been into Jasper with anyone—mainly because he’s got some issues, and between his struggles with control and his empathic abilities, writing him was always so fun. And weirdly, my favorite pairing for him actually was a crossover. I liked him with Harry Potter, female or male Harry, both were great.

In Torchwood, I shipped Ianto and Jack because they were perfect together, and you can’t convince me otherwise. Though… my favorite ship might actually be Owen/Ianto, as I love the combination and the potential for enemies to lovers. Owen is just so crass and abrasive but such a softy underneath. Also, he is a doctor, so great for hurt/comfort tropes. And Ianto paired with him, with the way he could sass and annoy Owen, but also, damn, Ianto was hurting in so many ways, and both Owen and Ianto had experienced such loss, losing people they loved. So yeah, I loved bringing them together. 

Sherlock, I think I always shipped John and Sherlock, as they were just so great together, though I could be particular with how they were written. I have exactly one fic for that fandom, but I did love it. 

Harry Potter, oh what a fandom and so many mixed feelings. Let’s see, generally, I think I ship Hermione and Sirius or Hermione and Remus the most? Though that said, speaking crossover fics? I tend to like a lot of things, usually ones that are mixes of MCU and HP, especially soulmate fics. I have written a Sam Wilson/Harry Potter that I actually adore.

Sandman is very easy, I love Dream/Hob, and I have no reasons other than they offer so many possible takes, though I have yet to write them. And I am pretty drawn to The Corinthian/Dream/Hob, too, so yeah, that’s something I’m pretty into also.

Then we have the MCU, and that is pretty much fair game, though Brock Rumlow and Jack Rollins are two of my favs, especially when it’s softer than you expect. I love Brock/Darcy with a passion. So good and worth reading some if you haven’t. I have written one for them already. Then I think Steve/Bucky/Tony is my other standby favorite, as that ship doesn’t make me choose. Oh, and Steve/Clint is undervalued, and more people need to get into that—though I enjoy the more comic take of Clint with Steve, where Clint is a hot mess of a dumpster fire. 

Oh, and Supernatural, I actually gasp never liked Destiel! Sorry, it never clicked for me. Instead, I ended up shipping Sam with Lucifer, idk. Apparently, my brain is dysfunctional, and I didn’t really care who Dean was with.

And for The Old Guard, which I have written one ficlet for, I will say that I love Joe and Nicky with my whole damned heart. Like, damn those two for being such romantic saps. Like how could anyone listen to Joe wax poetic about Nicky for 2 minutes straight before kissing him like he didn’t need air and not love them? 

And then, finally, we get to 911, which all canon ships I adore. How can you not? This damn show owns my heart. But Buck/Eddie are definitely the ring leaders, rulers, the ones holding fucking court over all the other pairings right now. Like those two idiots with their single brain cell bouncing around between them, like shit, how can you not them? Buck is a mess, and Eddie is his fucking person, his home, his safe place to rest and hide from the world. And I think Buck is, in some ways, the purpose and the compass that Eddie needs to stay moving forward and not get lost in the storm.