#bjornthorsson20

[hufflepuffronstan]

Getting to Know You Tag Game

Thank you so much for the tag @lynnelupin 💖

Relationship Status: Single

Favourite Colour: I don't have a favourite but I love fresh grass green and peacock blue!

Song Stuck In My Head: It's All Coming Back to Me by Celine Dion

Last Song You Listened Too: Aga Naga composed by A R Rahman

Three Favourite Food Items: Love any good vegetarian food actually. But if I had to choose, it would be noodles -any kind, be it Chinese Schezuan or Italian Spaghetti or Veg Ramen or Chowmein... I could go on and on, honestly 😂

Last Thing You Googled: Lily Evans middle name 😩

Dream Trip: In India, Ladakh has been a dream for years. Also, Thanjavur because I am reading a book called Ponniyin Selvan by Kalki (It's a five-volume book series, now adapted into a two-part movie. Check it out if you're interested in centuries old Indian history, royal schemes and romances.) Anyways, the place is so beautifully portrayed in the books, the characters are so well written, and everything is just brilliant that I want to visit the places described in the books that I fell in love with.

Internationally, there are so many beautiful countries. But I've wanted to visit Ardmore, Ireland ever since I read Nora Robert's Gallaghers series (14-year-old me dreamt of picturesque country roads, abandoned castles, faeries and cliffs rising from the seas) 😋

Tagging @theroomofreq @maraudersftw @acnelli @pottermum @hufflespostsboy @edie-k @bjornthorsson20 @joyseuphoria @startanewdream @sweeethinny @pebblysand @remedialpotions @restandbloom @questions-forthe-marauders @velvethopewrites @thejilyship @ginnyheadcanons @petalstofish @liiilyevans

PS: Tagged and don't want to do this, please ignore and not tagged but want to do this, please do! I'm sorry for either of the cases. 😶‍🌫️

🤍Eyra

[mertronus]

@bjornthorsson20 they've been reading our chat... 🤣🤣🤣

themes commonly found in international friendships

- ‘u dont have (insert food/music/restaurant here) over there??’ - ‘wait what time is it. shouldnt u be asleep’ - alternatively: timezoned/clockblocked again - ‘do u need a hug. have a virtual hug’ - weird slang terms - ‘i will fight everyone thats mean to u. i will fight them rn’ - vague embarrassment regarding ur accent - ‘dont maKE ME COME OVER THERE’ - ‘oh yeah i have a friend who lives in (insert country here) and apparently’ - no real hugs :(( - suffering - fahrenheit vs celsius - the measuring of things in feet fucks one of u up, probably

[bjornthorsson20]

(Im)Perfect Timing

It was a quiet morning at The Burrow as Harry descended the stairs to start the day. He passed by Ginny’s room to check if she was up, but after knocking twice with no response, he just assumed she was in the bathroom and would meet him downstairs.

He could hear the voices of his two best friends coming from the kitchen. Since becoming an official couple, Ron and Hermione had been spending together as much as they could, constantly disappearing to snag some time alone with one another. And while Harry was more than happy that they had finally got their shit together, there were some unfortunate new developments. The worse of them: the snogging. They always seemed to pick the worst time and place to—

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake, you two!” bellowed Harry as he screwed his eyes shut, shielding them with both hands for good measure. Unfortunately, the image of his friends attached at the lips was already imprinted on the inside of his eyelids.

“Bloody hell!” cried Ron, at the same time that Hermione yelled “Harry!” and, as usual, admonished Ron’s selection of words.

“Yeah, good morning to you too,” Harry groaned, his face falling into a grimace. “Is it safe to look now?” He asked, not taking any chances to repeat the scene.

“Y—yeah,” they replied in unison.

From their voices, Harry could picture the pink creeping up on their cheeks from embarrassment. He poked one eye between his fingers, checking for any signs of offending imagery, before lowering his hands and fully opening both eyes, straightening his glasses.

“Well, thanks for that image. I’m sure I’ll be revisiting it in my nightmares,” said Harry with no hint of humour in his tone, though he could see Ron fighting not to burst out on laughter from how hard he was biting his bottom lip.

“W—we didn’t expect you to be up so early, Harry. We made some breakfast and tea if you’re hungry,” Hermione said shyly, in the same nervous tone she used whenever she felt mortified at being caught. Her expression was halfway between a smile and a grimace.

“No, thank you. I’ve lost my appetite by now. If Ginny comes by, please tell her I’m outside,” Harry was turning to leave when he heard Hermione calling him to come back.

He loved them both, he truly did, but their displays of affection did nothing but gross him out. It almost felt like they’d deliberately chose to do it whenever he was around…

Every sodding day. Every—

Harry stopped short as all the pieces started to fall into place. And when Ron’s voice broke through his train of thought, it did nothing but confirm all of his suspicions.

“Did you see how uncomfortable he looked?” Ron said through his laughter.

“Ron! Quieter!” admonished Hermione, though Harry could hear she too found the whole thing hilarious. “But yes, it was very, very funny.”

As the laughter went on, Harry resumed his walking, already planning on how best to deal with them.

Voldemort didn’t kill them, but I will.

[prettyflores]

Get to know meme

Tagged by: @theclockworkmonk

Rules: tag nine people you want to know better

Three ships: clearly Hinny, Jim and Pam and Jake and Amy

Last song: Chiquitita by Abba (sorry not sorry)

Last movie: Birdman (Edward Norton I love you)

Currently reading: El cadaver exquisito (to be honest though, haven read it in a week but I’ll get back to it soon)

Currently watching: Modern family and waiting for The crown’s season 5

Currently consuming: Nothing 🥲

Currently craving: A chocolate cookie and a goon nap

Tagging:

@norakelly @gobstoneswithhector @pebblysand @bjornthorsson20 @ginnypxtter

[mertronus]

I was thinking about posting this after I wrote it, but then i was actually THREATENED (not really but yeah really) by @bjornthorsson20 no less... Humph. You get your wish (demand?) sir.

I give you, this lil ficlet born of random conversations that have nothing to do with Romione and yet still somehow come back to Romione:

Muggle Magic

"Ron? Are you ready to go?" Hermione bustled around their sitting room, anxious to get to Kings Cross Station for their kids.

Ron was anxious too, but also slow.

"I'm ready," he said as he finally sauntered into the sitting room. "We have plenty of time love. Train probably hasn't even cleared Nottingham yet."

"I want to be there when it pulls in!" As she grabbed her purse, her muggle cell phone rang from somewhere inside. Ron was still getting used to the thing, and jumped when it rang.

Hermione glanced at her watch and rolled her eyes. "It's Ginny. We'll see her in 2 minutes."

Perplexed, Ron asked, "did she tell you she would call at a certain time?"

Hermione glanced at Ron through the mirror in the foyer where she was adjusting her hair. "No, why?"

"So how'd you know she was calling if you didn't look at your phone?"

"I looked at my watch."

"But... Watches tell time. Not who's calling."

Hermione laughed. "Oh! I never showed you, did I? Mum got a new apple watch so she gave me her old one! It syncs up to your phone and you can see who's calling or texting!" While she was explaining she held up her wrist to show Ron the strange looking watch adorning it. It had no numbers or hands, just a plain black face. But when she tapped it, the screen lit up and showed the time in analog form.

Hermione turned to the floo and grabbed the powder. But when she turned to Ron he was simply staring at her.

"What?"

"That's barmy!!!"

"What's barmy Ron?"

"You're telling me, that watch can tell you who's calling on your phone? Next you're going to tell me you can answer on it too!"

"Actually," she said slowly, "I can. Now can we go before Ginny calls again? At least then I'll be able to show you."

"What sorcery is this?!" He muttered as he reached one hand for the floo powder and the other for Hermione. "Muggles have their own sort of magic... King's Cross!"

[bjornthorsson20]

Heeeeeeeey I know this one lol

We love Bjorn's take on Romione at Bill and Fleur's wedding!

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Artist: bjornthorsson20

Selected trope: DH Missing Moment (Dancing at Bill's wedding)

Brief Summary: Ron and Hermione are dancing, and Ron notices Krum watching them from afar, as Ron proceeds to smirk at him triumphantly.

[chudleycanonficfest]

Read participating stories on AO3

Week 1:

Air (Romione, side Hinny) by @zurisenchantedquill

Stay, Stay, Stay (Hinny) by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

The Soul Truth (Romione) by @honouraryweasley12

The Greenhouse (Neville/Hannah) by zurisenchantedquill

A Million Possibilities (Molly/Arthur) by honouraryweasley12

Stars in the Night Sky (Jily) by @adenei

One Last Dance (Jily) by @be11atrixthestrange

Safe in Your Arms (Romione) by @whenihaveyouromione / @rafa-rafaelx

For Good (Harry & Ron) by @accio-broom

Thinking About You as I March On (Romione) by @bjornthorsson20

Hide and Seek (Tedoire) by adenei

Five Lies (Romione) by be11atrixthestrange

Rewrite the Stars (Romione) by adenei

End Credits (Jily) by @zephyrcove

Week 2

t-shirt (Romione) by accio-broom

Lover (Ron/Lavender with hints of Romione) by adenei

Took Far Longer then it Should’ve (Romione) by @candy-man91

Make a Move (Frank/Alice) by adenei

Sword & Shield (Romione) by accio-broom

The Switch (George/Angelina) by adenei

you belong with me (Molly/Arthur) by accio-broom

Absolutely Ridiculous (Romione) by @sp0okynerd

Just One Night (Ron & Ginny with side Romione) by rafa-rafaelx / whenihaveyouromione

the big spoon (Hinny) by accio-broom

I can’t imagine my life without you (Romione) by @cheesyficwriter

Quiet (Molly/Arthur) by voldemorts-tap-shoes

Stop Thinking (Romione) by voldemorts-tap-shoes

all of the stars (Neville/Hannah) by accio-broom

Week Three

Worth Fighting For (Romione) by cheesyficwriter

Showstopper (Jily) by @mina-roman

Summer Nights (Weasley Family) by zurisenchantedquill

Heart-Shaped Wreckage (Romione) by adenei

Liquid Courage (Romione) by mina-roman

More or Less (Trio friendship with implied Hinny & Romione) by @bavalon18

Hopelessly (Romione) by mina-roman

Sorry, they're maroon (Harry & Ron) by HeavenSoul

Family Tradition (Weasley family) by bavalon18

Flooded (Jily) by voldemorts-tap-shoes

Dorkus Maximus (Hinny) by honouraryweasley12

Just The Girl (Scorose) by adenei

Dittany (Neville/Hannah) by @floreatcastellumposts

Nerves (Hinny) by @velvethopewrites

Week Four

Nobody Compares (Romione) by @arianatwycross

Washing Machine Heart (Hinny) by @rosequartzstarswrites

Wipeout (Dean & Seamus) by adenei

the hippogriffs and the flobberworms (Arthur & Ron) by accio-broom

I Love Wine (Romione) by be11atrixthestrange

Cold Feet (Bill/Fleur) by adenei

Vino (Hinny) by @thedistantdusk

More Like Family (Ron & Harry) by cheesyficwriter

The Greatest Chapter (Hinny) by cheesyficwriter

young dumb thrills (Gryffindor friends) by accio-broom

Fluffy Town (Dean & Seamus bromance) by Adenei

Untitled (Hinny) by @booksforevermore13

The Argument (Gen Weasley) by floreatcastellumposts

Four Little Sips (General) by John McHacker

Week Five

In Vino Veritas (Harry & Molly) by floreatcastellumposts

The Masterstroke (Romione) by @maggotsstuff

Don’t run, please (Romione) by @blimeypeople

Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2 (Hinny) by @whizzfizz

Late Night in the Library (Romione) by sp0okynerd

Dancing Around You (Jily) by Adenei

Dancing (Romione) by honouraryweasley12

The Castle of Agony (Romione) by @ahankar1610

[be11atrixthestrange]

Tagged by @accio-broom

Three Ships

Ron/Hermione (Harry Potter)

June/Nick (The Handmaid’s Tale)

Katniss/Peeta (The Hunger Games)

Last Song

Origin of Love, Mika

Last Movie

Legally Blonde

Currently Watching

Lucifer and Supernatural

Tagging:

@trademarkblue @bjornthorsson20 @mertronus @blimeypeople @myargalargan

[cheesyficwriter]

I wholeheartedly agree with this post! The fanfic community is 100% better with these awesome cheesereaders of mine, who write spectacular fics of their own 🧀💜 thanks for always inspiring me to be a better writer and friend!

@accio-broom @adenei @be11atrixthestrange @voldemorts-tap-shoes @romioneb @bjornthorsson20

I want to write more and post more, but everytime I do and just get like 4 comments or 50 kudos on the posted fic, I just spiral down in demotivation. I know the statistics don't say anything but I just can't help it. I suffer from ADHD so blocking out that dopamine reward boost is really hard for me. I still write tho. I keep posting, but after seeing the responses I get demotivated, then I get motivated again by coming up with a new WIP and hope that one will hit better, but it doesn't, rinse and repeat. I just wish I could REALLY write for myself and not constantly feel like I'm not good enough and not constantly seek out the validation for my work from simple kudos and comments.

I also need rewards to keep me doing a task, and when it comes to fics I've found my own best method is finding different rewards.

Comments and kudos depend on the actions of others. You have no control over those actions, and there's no way to predict them. They can't be depended upon. Not to mention, there's also the problem where, over time, you need more and more comments and kudos in order to get the same impact you used to get from less.

Some rewards that have worked for me are:

having cheer readers (people who read my fic before I post it and give me the loving commentary I'm looking for)

writing with a co-author so that I have constant feedback on my own writing and someone else to get me past a hurdle if I find myself stuck

tracking different statistics that also make the numbers part of my brain light up. Things like word count or chapter count or days in a row spent writing. Those are all numbers that I can control, and not someone else.

having scenes in mind for later in my story and waiting to write them until I get to that point. If I write all of the fun stuff up front, I know I'll never write the rest.

What about the rest of you? Do you have goals that you aim for? How do you deal with demotivation?

[bjornthorsson20]

A songfic in lyrical form I just had the urge to write after listening to this on repeat the whole day haha hope you like it, I'll see if I come up with a full on one shot of this storyline sometime hopefully soon ^^

You All Along

It didn't work out with my lady

We never could get along

One to another retorting

Thinking the other was always wrong

So instead of sitting there sweeping

I checked the paper instead

And written right there all solemn

A tempting offer that read

If you miss feeling that ardor

While drinking some fine champagne

If you want a night to be vulgar

And no longer have to feign

If you enjoy watching a pretty sight

That has your mouth hang agape

Then I'm the one knocking at the door

Answer me and escape

Wanted to forget my lady

And this one was definitely keen

Sounded nothing like my lady

Who always came off all prudish and pristine

So I replied on the paper

And poured all the heart that I had

And never the greatest poet

But still meant all that was said

Yes, I miss feeling that ardor

And not dwell on this pain 

I'm not at all into being prude

And I'll share that champagne

I wanna get to meet you very soon

And something about a red tape

Somewhere in Diagon Alley

Where we both can escape

I waited there as if to elope

And she waltzed in with grace

I knew that smile in an instant

I knew the curve of her face

It was my own brilliant lady

And she said, "I knew it was you"

Then we laughed for a moment

And I said, "Well, I never knew"

"That you missed feeling that ardor

And drinking some damn fine champagne

And pouring all your emotions

While snogging me in the rain

If you enjoy watching the pretty sights

That will have your mouth agape

You're the lady I'm living for

Come with me and escape"

[romione-trope-fest]

Romione Trope Fest - 2022 Masterlist

Sixth Year AU:

Ron x Hermione by @adenei and @accio-writes

I Want To by CandyMan91

The Flower Arrangement by @accio-writes

A Wizard in Heat by CandyMan91

An Otter Kind of Moment by @imnotfunnysblog

The Boathouse by @zurisenchantedquill

Ron Weasley and the Half-Blood Prince by @edie-k

No, Not You by @reallybeth9

Birds, Friends, and Lovers by @mertronus

Stuck Together:

Cuffed by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

Prefect Mediation by @adenei

Something to Look Forward To by goldilockss

Stuck in the Castle by @cheesyficwriter

A Very Pasteful Plan by @cheesyficwriter

Fuck or Die:

The Flower Arrangement by @accio-writes

A Wizard in Heat by CandyMan91

The Games by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

Shag, Marry, Kill by @adenei

Choices by johnmchacker

Night Howlers by @mertronus

Treasure by @reallybeth9

Fake Dating

Just Friends by @adenei

Blindsided by @honouraryweasley12

Hypothesis by @zurisenchantedquill

I Solemnly Swear by @cheesyficwriter

I Want You Back by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

Not a Last Resort by @mina-roman

DH Missing Moment

Map To Forgiveness by CandyMan91

Cardigan by @wormicus-basilicus-del-mondo

Rambunctious Ramblings by @dot-adsty

Stay by @adenei

Run by @accio-writes

Pivot by @honouraryweasley12

Drive by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

Waiting Here With You by @cowahbull

Lovely by @cheesyficwriter

The Taste of Your Lips by @firethecanonsfanfiction

Closer by @reallybeth9

Anywhere With You by @imsoromione

The Harsh Reality by @mertronus

Dancing at Bill & Fleur's Wedding by @bjornthorsson20

Second Kiss

It Only Takes One Kiss by @firethecanonsfanfiction

On Purpose (Art) by @am2c

My Turn by @honouraryweasley12

Missing in Action by @cheesyficwriter

Convincing by @reallybeth9

Just Us by @mertronus

A Weight Off My Chest by @edie-k

Kiss Each Other Clean by @constitutionalweasleymonarchy

Today is Not Real by @sp0okynerd

Bedknobs and Breadcrusts by @cowahbull

Only the Beginning by @adenei

Four Second Kisses by @accio-writes

Marriage Law

Shag, Marry, Kill by @adenei

[bjornthorsson20]

As Long as You're by My Side

Ron Weasley was absolutely not having the evening he had planned — why did that sound familiar? He was currently stuck at a party where he didn't feel comfortable at all, and so bored that his brain had turned to mud. He was sitting alone at a table on the back, far away from everyone, sipping on some whiskey — a drink that didn't taste nearly as good as regular firewhiskey.

The suit Hermione had picked for him was starting to feel three sizes too small and he was pretty sure his tie was literally trying to strangle him. He was still assessing his surroundings, pondering how he could sneak out the back, taking Hermione with him so they could go back home and have some actual fun for tonight.

He had strategically positioned himself so she was in his line of sight at all times. At that moment, her back was facing him as she engaged in conversation with people who Ron guessed to be some aunt and uncle. He was content just staying in his corner, silently watching her from the distance. Nobody was paying him any mind, anyway. In fact, he was pretty sure they weren’t even aware of his existence. He could probably dress up in a panda costume or in a bathrobe and stroll around, and they wouldn’t bat an eye. Or maybe a banana costume; or a cowboy; or an astron-

He snapped himself out of his ramblings before he got carried away and started seriously considering following through with it. Instead, his eyes focused again on Hermione, who was now struggling to stop the reason they were here tonight from pulling her hair out.

Rose Granger-Weasley was six months old, having been born August of last year, on the 25th. The day she came into this world had been simultaneously the most nerve-wracking and rewarding one of his life. He chuckled, remembering the way Hermione kept apologizing for all the foul things she had said to him during the whole process and for almost breaking his hand. She had felt awful, even when he’d assured her multiple times that it was just fine, and he’d gladly take a broken hand if it’d mean having that perfect little bundle of ginger hair and pale skin nestled in his arms. When Rose opened her eyes for the first time, and he saw how beautiful they were — the most beautiful he’d ever seen — and how they were the same color as her mother’s, a tear trailed down his cheek. And when she finally looked at him and let out a little toothless smile, he couldn’t stop the overflowing joy that coursed through his body, making him hold her gently closer as he let the tears fall freely, all the while Hermione watched them both with her own watery smile.

Soon after, he’d had to hand Rose over to the rest of the family that were fighting for an armful of the Weasley girl. Mum had been the biggest emotional mess — to no one’s surprise — bawling everytime she looked at the baby. Dad and all of his brothers had congratulated him with several pats on the back of varying force.

“This time I’ll surely be the favorite uncle,” George told him, and at the mention of the word “uncle”, Ron’s thoughts immediately went to Fred. He could see in his brother’s eyes that he was thinking the same, but they both found comfort knowing that, if Fred was watching them, he was probably having a laugh at Ron’s new fatherhood situation, thinking he was a fool for settling down. The git.

Harry and Ginny had brought James and Albus with them, James instantly liking the newborn, with Rose’s response being to grab his hair and not let go of it until Ginny intervened; Ron had to suppress a chuckle. Good girl, Rosie. Like father, like daughter.

Once the new family had gone home, George happily let Ron take an extended leave for as long as he deemed suitable, so he could focus on the newborn. The shop was doing better than ever thanks to Ron’s business tactics and George’s renewed sense of creativity for all sorts of products. But thanks to Lee’s and Verity’s help, Ron could step away for some time without issue.

Over the next couple of months, many friends came to see little Rosie and congratulate them on this next chapter of their lives. Then, one day Hermione received a call from one of her cousins, inviting her to her wedding. Hermione had tried to explain to her that with the new baby girl she would be too busy to attend, but it had backfired when her cousin let out a screech of excitement — that sounded very much like a hippogriff on fire, Ron thought — saying that Hermione had to bring the girl so the family could meet her.

And that was how they got themselves into a muggle wedding reception. Hermione had been happily catching up with all of the relatives she hadn’t seen since the pre-Hogwarts days, letting them fawn over their lovely baby girl. If this had been years ago, Ron would be terrified to be in the muggle world, afraid of being just one step away from screwing everything up by saying the wrong thing. But, after years of Auror missions and visits to his in-laws, he just found himself disinterested with everything, hoping that Hermione would come soon to tell him they could go home.

Finishing his drink, he saw Hermione turn to him and give him a tired smile, as the people she was talking to turned as well and left. He stood up, striding over to her in three long steps, before taking Rose from her arms and giving her a kiss on the temple.

“Shall we go?” he asked, already sensing that she was as sick of this whole thing as he was.

She bit her lip nervously, glancing over to the newlyweds’ table. “I told her we would stay until the cake was served,” she half-whispered, stifling a yawn as her face fell into a grimace, perhaps thinking he would be mad at her for prolonging their stay here.

Ron silently looked at her and their daughter, and he couldn’t help but smile in that silly way he did whenever he was overwhelmed with love for them.

“Hermione, as long as you’re by my side, both of you, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. I’ve told you, as much as I may be content just by myself, it’s only when I’m with you that I am truly happy. With you I feel loved.”

Hermione’s bottom lip quivered, as she quickly hugged her husband, hiding her face on his shoulder. “There are no words to describe you, Ron Weasley,” she sobbed.

“I could say the same, love. Have I ever told you that I love you?”

“Only about a million times already,” she chuckled.

“Well, make it a million and one, then,” he said, knowing how much she loved when he found a way to tell her that in an indirect way.

“I love you too. Both of you,” she tightened her hold on him as she spoke.

They stood there, holding each other close. Ron realised in that very moment, that no matter where he went, he didn’t care if he didn’t feel welcomed. He would be happy as long as the two people he loved the most would be right there with him. Always.

[mertronus]

@bjornthorsson20 wrote this continuation of my latest chapter of Just Think What If entitled "This Ends Now"!!! Read This Ends Now, then read "Let's Agree We Were Both Daft, because he conitnues the evening PERFECTLY!!!

Let's Agree We were Both Daft

Let’s Agree We Were Both Daft by BjornThorsson

A little what-if moment from 6th year, where Ron and Hermione sort stuff out.

Words: 1124, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley

Additional Tags: Hogwarts Era, Hogwarts Sixth Year, What-If, Angst and Humor

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33397684

[bjornthorsson20]

The Boy Who Lived (In the Closet)

Sigh.

That one fleeting sound broke through Harry’s concentration on his essay. Looking up, he saw his bushy-haired friend leaning on the table across from him, her head resting in her hand, glancing at something from afar. Following her line of sight, his eyes landed on his other best friend, the ginger boy who also happened to be the object of the witch’s affections.

Harry was aware of how these two started to develop some feelings towards each other beyond their friendship a while back, a perception shared by many of their housemates, but one that the two of them were somehow still oblivious to. Harry had to admit that he could be pretty oblivious to things around him most of the time, but they were not even trying to be subtle most of the time. Their mutual pining while running in circles around each other was beginning to irk Harry to no end.

He decided he had enough. If they weren’t going to make a move, he would. With that goal in mind, he cleared his throat, instantly bringing Hermione’s attention to him. She gave him a half-hearted smile, setting her hands on the table and pretending to concentrate on her book.

“Hermione.”

“Y-yes?” she squeaked, smiling so wide Harry felt his cheeks hurt just looking at her.

“Look, if you’re going to simply stare longingly at Ron without doing something about it, I’m afraid I’ll have to step in,” said Harry in an unusually stern tone. He hoped what he was about to say would work.

Her voice became shrill as she vehemently tried to deny her blatant ogling. “I’m sorry? W-what do you mean? I-I was not star-”

Harry cut her off with a snort. “Oh please. The truth is written all over your face. Now, you either go up to him right now and spill your heart out, or I will claim him for myself.”

Hermione’s eyes became the size of saucers as her mouth hung open. She sputtered, stuttering something incomprehensible before getting her words out. “W-what do you mean? I-I-I, you can’t be serious, no…”

“You heard me. If you won’t kiss him, I will do it myself. I’ve always wondered what his lips taste like. Probably like Chocolate Frogs and roast.” Harry was trying really hard not to laugh. However, judging by the fierceness in her eyes at his words, Hermione found it anything but amusing.

“Harry James Potter, you wouldn’t,” said Hermione in a low threatening voice.

Harry wasn’t backing down, though.

Raising one eyebrow as a challenge, he looked at Ron, intending on calling for him. As soon as he opened his mouth, Hermione leaned forward suddenly, clamping her hand over his mouth. “Okay, okay!” she groaned, getting up and walking towards Ron, as Harry grinned deviously at her back as she walked away. He saw her whisper something in Ron’s ear, which made his face grow red as his eyes nearly bulged out of his head, and the next moment she was tugging on his hand as she pulled him out of the common room.

Harry smiled, triumphant in being the one to get the lovebirds together at last. He just hoped that no rumours would start circulating the hallways about him being interested in Ron, but he knew Hermione wouldn’t be one to say anything anyway.

After all, there was no way he was attracted to his best friend. Not at all.

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Sometime later in the evening, his two friends returned to the common room hand in hand with goofy grins on their faces. He watched as Hermione said something to Ron, before giving him a quick peck on the lips and climbing the girls' staircase.

Ron stood there for a moment, watching her retreating figure, before his eyes turned to Harry and he gave him the biggest smile he had ever seen from Ron. He hurried over to where Harry was still seated on the table, a spring in his step, his body language something akin to a kid excited for Christmas.

“Mate, I can’t thank you enough! Hermione told me you gave her the nudge needed to make the first move, and I’m bloody grateful you did, because I don’t think I would’ve had the nerve to if it was me,” he chuckled with a sheepish grin, shrugging, before his expression turned serious. “About what you told her, uh, look, I don’t want things between me and Hermione to make you feel weird or anything. I know I’m irresistible, mate, but don’t go pining over me, yeah? I’m clearly taken.” He smiled lopsidedly at his own joke and then went serious again. “But… I still love you,” he finished with an awkward grin, grasping Harry’s shoulder.

For some reason, Ron’s touch caused a strange feeling to course through Harry, and the firmness with which Ron was gripping him made his shoulder tingle in an unusual way. He also felt Ron was just a bit too close to him, and for a moment, Harry had the irrational urge to lean in closer. The way he towered over him in his current position also contributed to this pleasant yet foreign sensation.

Wondering why his throat felt suddenly dry, Harry gulped. “I-It’s okay, mate, d-don’t worry about me. I’m gonna be okay, and no, I won’t feel weird seeing you and Hermione together. I’m really happy actually, it’s brilliant. And I-I love you too.” He hoped Ron wouldn’t question his sudden nervousness, as not even he knew what was happening to him.

Thankfully, Ron simply smiled and patted his shoulder, thanking him one last time before heading to the boys' staircase. Harry couldn’t help but notice the swing of his hips as he walked, and he had to admit it was quite…

No, he was most definitely not attracted to his best friend.

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I Regret Everything

Trigger Warnings: suicidal thoughts / implied suicide / implied character death / trauma / nightmares about traumatic events / panic attacks

All seemed well.

Ron had come back, saved his life, destroyed a Horcrux and warned them of the Taboo placed on Voldemort’s name.

Harry had been elated beyond words to know his best friend had been alive and well during his time away, and had forgiven Ron immediately after seeing what the locket had been doing to him whenever he had worn it. Harry reassured him that he and Hermione shared nothing beyond a sibling bond, and that he had been deeply missed by them both, leaving them miserable without him.

While Harry had been quick to forgive Ron’s departure, Hermione had been incensed upon seeing Ron back, immediately unleashing a flurry of punches at whatever vital parts she could hit him on. All the while, Ron had covered his nether regions, hoping to preserve future generations of Weasleys. Thankfully, Harry had Hermione’s wand with him at the time, so Ron’s life had been spared long enough for him to explain how he had found his way back using the Deluminator. Ron’s speech had been so powerful that Harry had to admit that if he were a girl, he’d have pounced on him right then and there.

Hermione hadn’t been convinced by it though, instead turning away and marching back to the tent with furious steps. Harry had offered Ron an apologetic look, which Ron had dismissed muttering under his breath that “he deserved it”. Once inside, Ron had recounted his run-in with a group of Snatchers; how he had managed to fool them with the name Stan Shunpike, how he had learned of the Taboo and his snatching (pun fully intended) of their wands.

Still, Hermione had just cast Ron a murderous look and quickly averted her gaze with a disgruntled twist of her face. His red-haired friend sighed and asked her if they could talk, to which Hermione had seemed to consider for a moment before standing up and stomping her way to a corner of the tent wordlessly, turning to face Ron with an impatient tapping of her foot. Ron had glanced briefly at Harry, cocking his head slightly in his direction, clearly indicating he wanted to take the conversation outside, with Hermione’s only response being a hard glare and a huff that undoubtedly meant she had been within an inch of hexing him if he hadn't moved his arse there.

Defeated, Ron heaved out a bigger sigh, and finally headed over to where Hermione stood. He had been whispering just quietly enough that Harry couldn’t quite make out what he had been saying to her, but judging from the way Hermione’s expression immediately softened - her furrowed brow clearing and her eyes misting over - Harry was pretty sure Ron told her the locket’s destruction, and all the foul things it had fed Ron’s mind.

What happened next caught Harry completely by surprise. Hermione jumped into Ron’s arms and proceeded to kiss him hard, causing Ron to stumble back, no doubt shocked by that, before he started to kiss her back (fuck, more like snog the life out of her). Witnessing that should’ve made Harry smile with the stupidest grin ever, despite how gross they looked sucking each other’s faces like that, happy that they had finally gotten their shit together.

Instead of a grin though, Harry could feel his face set in a deep frown, as his two best friends kept devouring one another, hungry like a tableful of Weasleys, most likely having already forgotten the third wheel getting front row tickets to their show of burning passion. Eventually, they pulled back to catch their breaths, before going right back to it a moment later, this time making their way slowly over to Ron’s bunk, without breaking their ongoing snog. For some demented reason, Harry couldn’t take his eyes off of them, wondering how long they’d go at it until they remembered they weren’t alone in the tent.

Their passionate session of sucking and licking noises, mixed in with moans, whimpers and grunts - had Ron growled? Holy shit, they were animals - hadn’t ceased until Harry heard Hermione gasp and sit up, finally looking in his direction. She buried her face in Ron’s chest, most definitely mortified by what they’d been engaging in while Harry beared witness. Ron turned to him with wide eyes and a face as red as a tomato (Harry never liked tomatoes much), silently mouthing all kinds of apologies while holding Hermione tight and helping her calm down. Harry glared daggers at Ron, who at least had had the decency to look ashamed. Harry felt his frown gradually morph into the biggest grin he could muster without permanently disfiguring his face. Ron’s face had gone pale, most likely alarmed from Harry's sudden shift in mood, and when Hermione finally lifted her head to look at Harry again, her face too had borne an expression of pure shock at him.

They were saying something, but Harry wasn’t listening anymore, not even to his own responses that surely sounded very forced. He was thankful for his best friends’ inability to pick up on nice falsities, and for them not pressing him too much. His feet were dragging him somewhere - he wasn’t sure how long he had kept on walking - as his mind kept replaying the scene of them both attached at the lips, like a broken record of what Ron saw from the locket (as if having Voldemort trying to possess him constantly wasn’t enough mental torture). Harry had tried sorting through his emotions in an attempt to understand why he was feeling so bothered by this turn of events. It couldn’t be jealousy. It hadn’t been anger, nor had it been disapproval.

Eventually, he had come back to Ron and Hermione still on Ron’s bunk - by the looks on their faces, they hadn’t stopped worrying about him for even a second, a fact that made him feel extremely guilty for some reason. They immediately asked if everything was okay. This time, Harry managed to put up a more genuine looking smile for show, because after a quick dismissal of their worries, they seemed to relax and return shy, embarrassed smiles. He had gone to his bunk after a quick goodnight and tried to fall asleep, but as soon as he closed his eyes, that cursed image would reappear on the inside of his eyelids. He could still hear their voices exchanging hushed whispers, until they faded out - good thing he taught them the silencing charm. Merlin only knows what’s going on in there.

The thought caused that unknown, ugly feeling to come back before he finally succumbed to a nightmare-ridden sleep, forced to rewatch their snogfest. Except this time, they didn’t stop. Harry had tried closing his eyes - was that even possible inside a dream? - but found that he couldn’t, and he almost didn’t want to. The more he watched it, the more he felt like the memory was suffocating him from the inside, as if slowly consuming his body.

Sometime during the night, he jolted awake, sweating profusely and scrambling for his glasses. His eyes immediately landed where he knew they were sleeping, but they had the curtains drawn, so he couldn’t see what went inside after they silenced it. Harry thought that was for the best. His nightmare had scarred him for life in every way possible, and the sight of either of them at the time would certainly have made him sick to his stomach. How would he even look at them in the eye after that?

So, he hadn’t. It was now a whole week after that dreadful day, and Harry had yet to make eye contact with either Ron or Hermione. His whole mood and disposition, already tainted by the stress of the hunt, was at an all-time low, especially given how he hadn’t slept more than a half-hour every night, stuck on the same loop of being tortured into watching his two best friends go at it like rabbits in heat, and then jolting awake sweating buckets before giving up on sleep entirely. Even after waking up, he could still hear every sound, and experience that suffocating sensation constricting his chest. As a result, he now had very prominent bags under his eyes, but thankfully he was able to cover them up with charms, so neither Ron nor Hermione noticed anything wrong with him. He didn’t want them to worry; he couldn’t bear the guilt.

The whole week through, Harry continued to watch them have their quality time together. Sometimes, they would remember Harry was there fairly quickly; other times, they would go at it until they were almost undressing. But, at no point did they ever remember to cast a silencing charm, or draw the curtains around them, and Harry never once tore his gaze away from their displays of passion. It wasn’t until today, watching them quietly as usual, that all the pieces fell into place in Harry’s mind about what exactly he felt regarding them.

Envy.

He envied them. They had each other during all of this. They had hope for something after all of this if it ended. And that thought immediately sent him into another state.

Fear.

He was scared. Even if they succeeded in the end, his future didn’t look bright. He ended the one thing that kept him going, kept him hopeful, because he was a fool that always had to do what was right. If he could seize that moment again, he would choose to be selfish and bring her with them. That way he wouldn’t be alone.

That was the reason he couldn’t stop staring at them each and every time. Because he wanted that.

He wished it was him.

At the same time, he felt extremely guilty about the whole thing. He made them worry when they should simply be enjoying themselves and this new phase in their relationship. He made them worry because he dragged them to the middle of nowhere, in the midst of a chaotic war. Ron and Hermione might not come out of this alive, either one of them or both, and now the relationship they just began exploring could be taken away in an instant. Instead of being happy and hopeful for a future for both of them, he felt contempt at their sight, wanting them to be apart again and silently struggling through their unresolved tension. He was a piece of shit. He didn’t deserve the love he was given, the friends he had. He didn’t deserve the life he was given.

After Hermione removed Ron’s shirt and he did the same to her, Harry quietly slipped away out of the tent, putting up a silencing charm on the entrance. He wondered how far they’d go this time, and hoped they enjoyed it the whole way through.

Harry just stood there looking at the sky above the trees, knowing what he wanted to do. What he deserved after all.

All seemed well. But all wasn’t well.

One thought passed by Harry’s mind right before he uttered one single thing. I regret everything…

“Voldemort”