#auror!ron

[toorumlk]

running late

[daddiesdrarryy]

Ron: Hey, what are you all doing here?

Draco: Well, it’s a ball to raise money for the Aurors, isn’t it? I’ve always had a soft spot for men in uniform. One in particular

Blaise: And I’ve always had a hard spot. You look good tonight, Weasley

Ron, blushing: …whatever

[wizardemotions]

the question came to mind of "in your ship, how might the larger/stronger party pick up or carry the smaller one?" and these were the answers i came to

[alwayshinny]

Hinny 💍 - The One With No Voldy and Where Everyone Lives

AU, where Harry happens to hear a conversation between his grandfather, Fleamont Potter, and his father, James. Fleamont, who has been looking weaker by the day, tells his son he knows his and Euphemia's time is coming to an end, and his only regret is not being able to witness Harry grow up and get married. This bothers Harry, and while on a playdate at the Burrow, he confides in Ginny, who responds as if it were the most obvious solution: "Then let's get married."

They persuade their families to arrange a gathering, and they con the Weasley brothers into decorating the backyard. Ron stands by Harry's side as his best man, while Luna is Ginny's bridesmaid. All it took was one look from Harry and Ginny to convince Sirius to turn into Padfoot to be their ring bearer/flower girl; his outfit consisted of a bowtie and a tutu (James, Remus, Gideon, and Fabian nearly fell off their chairs laughing so hard).

They made each other's wedding rings. Harry's ring was made from the metal from his grandma's old Auror badge (which Euphemia gave to her willingly) and the very first snitch he caught for the first time and gifted to her. Ginny convinced Fabian and Gideon to transform into a ring. Ginny's ring was made of her favorite green bubble gum (that was suspiciously similar to Harry's eye color) and twigs of their broomsticks as the band, which Harry convinced his dad and Sirius to smooth out and place an unbreakable charm on with an auto-replenishing charm on the bubble gum.

They both dressed themselves for the occasion, and Harry asked his mom and godmother Marlene to help him pick flowers for Ginny's bouquet. He smelled each one and was very picky persistent it had to smell like Ginny's hair. It took Harry HOURS until he was finally satisfied with the arrangement. Molly volunteered to make their wedding cake, and a few days before the wedding, Ginny told her dad in a very grown-up tone to wear a bowtie because he was walking her down the aisle on Sunday. Hinny asked Hagrid to marry them, and when it was time to kiss the bride, Harry was just about to protest/lecture Hagrid about how he should have asked Ginny for her consent instead of giving him permission "to kiss the bride" (the boy was Lily Potter's son and a true feminist at heart), when Ginny pulled Harry down and gave Harry a big kiss on the lips. The kid was frozen for a solid minute and then couldn't stop smiling as he followed his 'wife' around all day.

They made Fleamont and Euphemia's wishes come true.

Then, 16 years later, they got married again.

[hptrash-lookaway]

Harry deciding against being an auror and Ron being sad that they aren’t gonna do it together, so Harry makes fake case files of all their previous adventures as well as fake auror badges for all three of them that say “Golden Trio” somewhere on them, and he’s like “don’t consider this as us not doing it together, consider it as me and Hermione are already retired”

[gryfferin-gaybies]

Healing

(So I read a fic where Harry was the mole and Draco had to heal him after he was discovered and it inspired this. If I could remember what the fic was called I'd tag it but I can't find it for the life of me.)

"Wh-where's Harry," Draco croaked. It was the first thing out of his mouth when he woke up.

"He's busy," Ginny responded vaguely. She and Hermione took turns watching over the makeshift infirmary they'd set up for Draco in their hideout while Ron and Harry and a team of Aurors were out finishing the mission. Ginny had accepted the job reluctantly after being assured repeatedly that Draco wouldn't be waking up any time soon so Hermione could take her shift sleeping.

While she appreciated all that he'd done with this particular mission— going undercover to gain the trust of the criminals in order to find out more about their plans and report back to the Aurors before he was eventually found out and tortured—she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to forgive him for what he stole from her. So she avoided his eyes and conversation as much as she could.

Harry burst in, shoving aside the tarp they'd hung up to block off the infirmary. "I'm here," he said, gaze not even bothering to fall on Ginny as he quickly strode past her. He was covered in dirt and blood, his clothes torn. "I'm here, Draco. I'm right here."

"Harry," Draco sighed.

Harry was at his side in an instant, holding Draco's outstretched hands and leaning in to rest their foreheads together. "I'm here," he whispered again, eyes closed as they embraced each other.

Ginny looked away in time to see Ron pass through the tarp. Her big brother took one look at the scene in front of him and gave Ginny a pitying smile that told her he understood she was hurting and that everything—including herself again eventually—would be fine.

She looked back at them—Harry making sure Draco was comfortable and Draco trying to make sure Harry wasn't hurt from the mission—and for the first time since she and Harry broke up, she realized that they really do make a cute couple.

[mpaoshelle]

I just saw this on @romionefansblog account, and I knew what I had to do

[thusspoketrish]

LCDrarry 2024 FIC REVEAL!!!!!

YAY!!! I had an absolute blast writing this story! Thank you to everyone who took time to read, leave kudos, and comment on it—your support means the world to me! A huge shout out to the @lcdrarry Mods for their kindness and for hosting another brilliant year! It takes a village to craft a story with love, and wow, did my village deliver! I’m endlessly grateful for the patience, love, and support from my amazing alpha, betas, and reader throughout this experience! I want to give a special thanks to my BFF @dewitty1 for being the best alpha in the entire world. Seriously, this fic wouldn't exist without their support, brilliance, and creativity in helping me tell Draco's wild story of reluctant fatherhood!

This is my Three Men & a Baby meets Taken (1) inspired story, featuring: BAMF!Draco who is also an adorably anxious bean, a Harry bursting with love and sass, and our favorite Ron, who’s both capable and emotionally intelligent! Together, they form an unbeatable BROMANCE! 

Expect a tender Drarry love story with heartfelt confessions, hilarious baby shenanigans, protective Draco moments, and an Auror case that’s totally out of this world! Join our dear boys in an action-packed, heartwarming kid-fic (no one asked for) you never knew you needed!!!

This has been a true labour of love, and I'm so grateful for the experience! I hope this story has brought (and will continue to bring) you all as much joy in reading it as it has brought me in writing it! Thank you again and here's to many more stories and adventures ahead!!!

READ IT ON AO3 HERE.

A Ferret, a ScarHead, a Weasel, and a Baby

Prompt: "Three Men and a Baby", 1987, Leonard Nimoy & "Taken", 2008, Pierre Morel Author: trishjames Word Count: 91,420 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Angst, Anxiety, Epic Fight Scene(s), Canon-Typical Violence, Hand-to-Hand Combat, Blood, Muggle Weapons, References to Past Child Abuse, Abduction, Injuries

Summary: They say becoming a parent is an unparalleled, priceless joy. Draco Malfoy finds himself putting that theory to the test when the star witness in his dangerous illegal potions case entrusts him with a powerful wish: protect her newborn baby at all costs. Now, it's up to Draco to fulfill that wish despite the looming threat of criminals hunting for the child. To think, just the day before, he was fretting over his inappropriate feelings for his annoying, bespectacled git of a housemate—not the mechanics of changing nappies!

Thank Merlin it takes a village to raise a sack of flour, ah, child.

[greenerteacups]

he dos whatever Ron wants to do to hang out with him - bestie, so TRUE!!!

The great joke of Harry Potter is that Ron is known for being Harry's sidekick when the reality of the situation is eleven-year-old Harry Potter made one (1) friend and immediately decided to spend the rest of his life with him. And then he did.

[wizarddogs]

(During an auror mission gone wrong)

Hermione: Look, we’re no strangers to situations like this. Harry: You know the rules and so do I. Hermione: Wait… Dean: A full commitment's what I'm thinking of. Ron: You wouldn't get this from any other guy. Hermione: Are you kidding me right now? Ron: Never gonna give you up! Dean: Never gonna let you down! Seamus: Never gonna run around and desert you! Draco: Never gonna make you cry! Harry: Never gonna say goodbye! Ron: Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you! Hermione: … Hermione: So, I officially hate all of you.

[daddiesdrarryy]

Draco: Potter, you’re here…again, at St Mungo’s. Why?

Harry: Oh, er, I’m injured, you see

Draco: You’re a Professor

Harry: Yes

Draco: We do have the hospital wing at Hogwarts

Harry: Yes…but Poppy is sick today

Draco: I just talked to her this morning

Harry: …okay, the injury is too severe and she told me to come see you

Draco: You got a scratch on your hand, you can heal it yourself

Harry: I forgot my wand

Draco: It’s in your hand

Harry: …

Auror Ron: He just wants to see you, for Merlin’s sake! Now can someone heal my bloody leg?!

Harry: Oh, yeah, right! Heal him first!

[superfandomcorp]

Ron: Promise you won't be mad.

Hermione: what happened?

Harry: who are you, pretty lady?

Hermione: I'm going to kill them both!!

Ron: You always get angry before we can explain.

[albondiguilla007]

Wanted to share this Golden trio fluff:

Who was Harry Potter anyways? The Chosen One? The Boy-who-lived? The Saviour and Golden Boy of the Wizarding World?

Did the press actually got it right when they wrote pieces about him? Could they know what kind of person he was by amounting together the major events on his life?

Could he?

Did Hermione and Ron knew who his best friend was? During those nights filled with dread when the dead became living and the living bled to death, did they know?

When they took his hand and slept right there besides him, whispering sweet nothings until he fell asleep again—could they describe who he was with the same certainty one would talk about the lush and green hills in Scotland?

Mione watched him with that look of hers; one of unwavering faith. Her eyes softening as she lulled him to sleep.

The moonlight filtered through the tiny gap between the curtains back in his room in Grimmauld Place, illuminating the seven freckles scattered in her nose and cheeks. A hundred years could pass and he’d still be able to trace those freckles to memory, like one traces the starts and constellations in the nightsky. She’d stay there for hours, stroking his hair and drawing silly patterns in his skin. Like a mother would. Soft fingertips and soothing lullabies.

With the tenderness of a mother, the devotion of a lover and the undying loyalty of a friend.

In those moments he could be sure of one thing: Hermione Granger knew exactly who Harry Potter was: His best friend, the person looking back at her with grief and open adoration.

And Ron. Ron held him while Mione grounded him and brought him back to Earth. Soft breath tickling his neck. He was too tall for the bed, so most times his feet stayed dangling from the edge.

Ron was home, Ron was family.

Ron was the first person to ever say I love you, chubby cheeks bouncing as he smiled. Honest in his love like only kids are.

There wasn’t much of that Ron in the 6’2 ft tall man that layed besides him. Except maybe his eyes. They were blue, blueblueblue, round and big and completely sincere. Every emotion Ron felt reflecting back on them.

Violent but oh so soft. Harry had never seen the ocean, but he reckoned that’s how it looked like.

His presence was enough to make the world stop spinning, so he stayed with them: A hand in his arm or a leg tangled between Mione’s.

Always touching.

His silence saying more than a million words could.

I’m not going anywhere Harry. Not today, not tomorrow. Not ever again.

But so they knew? Did they even care?

You’re every Harry love, the ones you like and the ones you don’t

Harry Potter was the guy that passed the Auror official test in record time. The one that spent a year hiding the clues of his slow descent into insanity under red leather robes and tightly wrapped bandages.

Harry Potter was the man who stayed alone in New Year’s Eve changing napies and falling asleep besides his godson as he burnt in fever.

It was the five year old boy that one day came home from school with a carefully written card he’d dedicated to his aunt on Mother’s Day.

It was the boy who loved to fly. That felt more free in the air than any place on Earth. The one that enjoyed the breeze against his hair and the feeling of wood under his fingers.

It was the man that spent half a year in muggle parties with his best friend’s sister fucking his way through London. High with the thrill of anonymity and pissed out of his mind.

The man more scared of his own shadows than he was of any threat out there.

The one that stood in front of Voldemort when he was 17 and killed him like he was born to do so.

Harry Potter was the man scared of dark and cramped spaces. The man that fell apart in his best friends’ arms and sobbed for hours like he couldn’t do with anyone else.

It was the little boy who looked just like his father, that had his mother’s eyes.

It was the man who loved with every fiber of his being, that loved and loved like it was a race. That burned and consumed and desperately wanted to be loved back. It was the man that remembered Molly’s favorite way of taking her tea, that visited Goerge on the weekends at the shop—the one that discussed muggle phones with Arthur. It was the man Andy could always remember his daughter with.

Harry Potter was the boy that walked to his death on a cool May evening because he loved. Because he pictured a future where his friends could laugh and breath freely again, even if he wasn’t a part of it.

And so Hermione stroked his hair, and Ron hid his face in the crook of his neck, and so they’d remind him.

I love all of them Harry, each and one of them

You’ve carried enough burdens mate, leave some of them to us alright? We’ll carry them too

Harry Potter was Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley’s best friend. And sometimes, that was enough.

[johnmchacker]

Epaulette Mate, Chapter 1 (of 5)

At last, something that might move this old thing. I love writing Ron, and I used to play a bit of chess. One day in the shower, this happened.

Summary: Ron Weasley likes his job as an Auror. They catch Dark Wizards and they’re, like, the elite! Everybody knows what you’re capable of when you’re an Auror, and besides, the pay’s tip-top. But when Ron and Harry are assigned as a bodyguard to a criminal family from Brazil, he learns the hard way that being an Auror sometimes means doing things you don’t like. And that not all cases wrap up satisfyingly. An episode from Ron’s and Harry’s Auror careers.

[dramioneasks]

Curses and Compromise by ummltu83 - M, 30 chapters - In the aftermath of the Second Wizarding War, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy find themselves bound by personal curses that neither can break alone. Hermione, enduring relentless pain from her Mudblood scar, seeks Draco's assistance in breaking the curse with blood magic. Draco consents to offer his assistance on the condition that she grants him a year of her platonic companionship. Unbeknownst to Hermione, Draco harbours his own concealed affliction, a hidden torment that is slowly consuming him. Considering a year with the irksome man to be a manageable compromise, she agrees to the arrangement, little anticipating the burgeoning feelings that would arise.

Nuisances and Negotiations by ummltu83 - M, 22 chapters - In the sequel to 'Curses and Compromise', the once-controversial Malfoy family has now become a high-profile fixture in the public eye, their every move scrutinised by media and critics alike. Known for their outspoken views on social and political issues, the Malfoys have inadvertently made themselves the prime target for radical factions eager to silence their influential voices. Compounding their troubles, a new antagonist emerges who has personal vendettas against the Malfoys and their allies. As tensions rise, alliances are tested, and the family's unity is pushed to its limits.

Conversations and Revelations by ummltu83 - M, 10 chapters - They would spend their days immersed in reading, tending to the garden, and engaging in meaningful conversations and lively debates. Mornings began with a quiet ritual of tea and books, each absorbed in their own literary worlds before sharing insights over breakfast. Their afternoons were dedicated to tending the garden, enjoying the simple pleasure of working side by side in the fresh air. Evenings were reserved for deeper discussions, exploring a range of topics from pureblood philosophy to magical healing with arguments often centred around discussions of their favourite opinion columnist, Ursa Major (clearly a nom-de-plume), from The Discerning Digest. A further delve into Draco and Hermione’s conversations that occurred in the beginning of ‘Curses and Compromise’ when they slowly fell in love. This is a supplementary story with excerpts taken from the first story of the series. Feel free to read the full stories in Curses and Compromise and the sequel Nuisances and Negotiations. SPOILERS in this fic.

[hinnyfied]

Ice Cream Solves (Most) Things

For @thethreebroomsticksfic Weasley Week.

Prompt: Ron

Moodboard by the wonderful @lanaturnergetup, who will be continuing this story later this week....👀

Ron is having one of those days – those irritatingly frequent days where instead of tracking evil wizards, he’s stuck at his desk filling out sodding paperwork. It was a thrill at first – joining the Aurors, rebuilding the department, hunting down straggling Death Eaters – but those thrills feel more distant by the day.

With a hefty sigh, Ron pulls the next file off the stack and flips it open. It’s the report for Edith Wobbleton of Tutbury – an elderly witch who called in about dark curses on her property, “surely the work of wizards most evil.”

It had, in fact, been nothing more than a particularly mischievous poltergeist – one that’s now costing Ron at least an hour of his time.

Just as he’s getting to the description of the offending poltergeist, Harry appears at his desk with a smirk and a glint in his eyes.

“Can I tear you away from that?” he asks.

“God, yes.” Ron slams the folder shut and shoves it unceremoniously into a drawer.

“Good. Robards wants me on surveillance for a dangerous suspect in the Amortentia case. I insisted on bringing back up.”

“Really? Who’s the suspect?”

Suspense takes hold of Ron. Fake Amortentia has been plaguing the black market for months – causing the drinker to fall seriously ill (or worse), rather than in love. It has hospitalised at least ten people so far.

“Fiona Fortescue.” Harry’s mouth twitches with suppressed laughter.

Ron rolls his eyes. Git.

“You’re having me on.”

“I am not, I swear.”

“Robards wants you to surveil an ice cream shop owner – a very nice, cheerful ice cream shop owner.”

“Yep.”

“One who brings ice creams to sick kids at St. Mungo’s every Tuesday.”

“That’s the one.”

“Because he thinks she’s involved in peddling cursed potions.”

“That about sums it up, yeah.”

Ron glances back at his mountain of paperwork. He should be responsible, stay and finish the reports, make sure he doesn’t fall behind, and yet…

“Fuck it. Let’s go get ice cream.”

“Excellent,” Harry says with a wide grin.