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wizardingworldlibrary · 11 months ago

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Fics Named After Food Masterlist

Links Last Checked: December 20th, 2024

part two

Afternoon tea (ao3) - Startanewdream T, 3k

Summary: Before his first class as a professor, Minerva McGonagall invites Remus Lupin for tea - and a talk of old friends.

A Hint of Spice (ao3) - giraffeminion draco/harry G, 6k

Summary: After the war, Draco breaks ties with the wizarding world to lead a quiet and uneventful life as a financial advisor on the outskirts of Muggle London. His peaceable existence is broken, however, when a damnable food truck sets up shop right outside his front door.

Apple Pies and Other Amends (ao3) - ToEatAPeach hermione/draco, harry/ginny M, 76k

Summary: It’s not until she’s brought a basil and strawberry sponge cake to Neville Longbottom and his new girlfriend, Hannah Abbott, a dozen rhubarb hand-pies to Luna and Xenophilius Lovegood, and another basket of ganache-covered muffins to Dean and Seamus, that Hermione admits to herself what she’s actually doing: she’s making a thing of this. It’s a veritable PTSD tour. With pastries. And hand-skimmed clotted cream. And she has no idea why she’s doing it, but it’s becoming very apparent that she is.

Sometimes you're sad. Sometimes you need dessert. And sometimes, it's a little of both.

Biscuits, Apple Blossoms, and Morning Dew (ao3) - QueenOfStormySkies (orphan_account) luna/ginny G, 1k

Summary: Ginny Weasley is brave. Exceptionally brave, even for a Gryffindor. So why can’t she summon up the courage to ask Luna out?

A tale of quidditch, flowers, and mistletoe.

With a healthy dose of Hermione and Ginny friendship, because that wasn’t shown nearly enough in the books.

Candy Cane Dreams (ao3) - Duchessofdude pansy/ginny E, 1k

Summary: Ginny’s had enough of Pansy walking around the flat in nothing but her knickers, so she resides to do something about it.

Candyfloss Ice Cream (ao3) - Mariana_Monteverde draco/harry T, 1k

Summary: What would happen if things went differently the first time that Draco and Harry met?

Champagne Season (ao3) - sarmofishy hermione/snape T, 36k

Summary: Hermione Granger has had magic involved in every aspect of her life since turning eleven. Is it too much to ask that she find love the old fashioned way? Hell, she'd even take online dating if that were an option. Anything was better than the ministry playing match-maker!

Severus is intrigued by the minister's new endeavor, especially upon seeing his match, but he was determined to maintain his indifference. Truly he was happier alone. Miss Granger couldn't be that changed... right?

Cherry Mint (ao3) - dirtymudblood hermione/draco E, 58k

Summary: "He could smell her.

Even multiple train cars away, he could smell her. Except, Draco didn’t know who she was. He ignored his natural instincts to pant like a dog and follow the scent to the omega in the beginning stages of heat. Instead he willed himself to rub his knuckles against the rough wood of the table in front of him."

Chocolate (ao3) - TheOriginalSinner888 remus/ginny E, 1k

Summary: Ginny notices that Professor Lupin isn't at dinner and realizes he must be angsty with the full moon coming soon. She knows some chocolate will help him feel better.

Christmas Parties and Candy Canes (ao3) - curiouselfqueen luna/blaise M, 2k

Summary: Pansy Parkinson throws the most fabulous parties in the wizarding world. Blaise and Luna go to Pansy's Christmas party together, and stay only as long as he can take her teasing.

Coffee and Cake (ao3) - Musyc hermione/draco G, 1k

Summary: Draco is at a loss in Muggle London. Hermione buys him a coffee, for starters.

Corn Mazes and Cider (ao3) - ThePotterWatcher hermione/fred N/R, 4k

Summary: Prompt: Hermione shows her favorite Weasley what fall is really about - muggle style

Just a sweet little holiday for Fred and Hermione.

Cupcakes (ao3) - luvscharlie lavender/charlie M, 447

Summary: Lavender owns a cupcake shop and needs a tester.

For the Love of Cheesecake (ao3) - cheesyficwriter hermione/ron T, 3k

Summary: "He didn’t know it at the time, but that smile would send his stomach spiraling for many years to come."

Moments through Ron and Hermione's relationship told through cheesecake. Muggle AU one-shot.

Freedom And Whiskey (ao3) - OrangeColoredSky hermione/theodore T, 3k

Summary: Hermione invites Theo to accompany her to Slughorn's Christmas party, and it goes just about as well as you would expect.

Maple Syrup Kisses (ao3) - starlitsilvereyes draco/harry T, 549

Summary: You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Rainbow Cupcakes (ao3) - curlyy_hair_dont_care sirius/remus G, 281

Summary: A meet cute and magical rainbow cupcakes 🌈🧁

Salted Caramel Mochas (Or How to Pick Up Draco Malfoy) (ao3) - loopyzoop draco/harry T, 3k

Summary: Harry's good at making coffee, bad at flirting, and thinks Draco is cute. And might actually like him back. Why else would he come into Starbucks on Christmas eve?

the pumpkin patch (ao3) - OneEqualTemper hermione/draco T, 4k

Summary: The night before Hallowe’en, all of the houses partake in Truth or Dare. Hermione's dare takes her beyond the safety of her common room and directly into the hands of her adversary who's trying to take something she needs.

White Lilies, Sweet Peas and Hellebore (ao3) - Ceilidhchaos hermione/draco/theodore E, 4k

Summary: A Darker Language of Flowers Story

For Deflower Draco Fest

White Lilies mean purity and commitment Sweet Peas mean blissful pleasure Hellebore mean scandal

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missflufffanfics · 7 months ago

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Tagged by the sweet @blush-and-books

Favorite Colors: Purple, green, and yellow

Last Song Listened To: No Plan By Hozier

Currently Reading: A lot of study material for final exams as of late lol. Now they’re over, so probably some Darvey fanfic and Taylor Jenkins Reid books now!

Currently Watching: Suits (I’m on season 9), Dallas (the 80s show), ER (haven’t watched in months because Carol kissed some dumb paramedic when she is taken by the love of her life!!!), and a little bit of Star Trek: Strange New Worlds

Currently Craving: uhh, I’m on my period, so chocolate fudge brownies (I crave this like clockwork every month lmao)

Coffee or Tea: Legit just bought a Keurig this week to have Mochas more often, so def coffee

Tagging But No Pressure:

@chenfordsource @shenanigans-and-imagines @adenei @cheesyficwriter @nena-96

Rules: Answer and tag 9 people you want to get to know better and/or catch up with.

Tagged by the lovely @the-flaming-nightmare

Favorite color: Pink & Red

Last song listened to: Femininomenon (By Chappell Roan)

Currently reading: "A Lady For A Duke" by Alexis Hall & "Living Judaism" by Rabbi Dosick

Currently watching: Suits & Hello Tommorrow!

Currently craving: A Chocolate Chip Cookie

Coffee or tea: Tea

Tagging But No Pressure @anewkindofme @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad

@aroeddiediaz. @babygirl-diaz

@missmagooglie @heartstringsduet

@lochnesswriter. @rvspecter

@lesbiandarvey. @jewishgay4il

@alinanvjsmom-blog. @blush-and-books

@watermeezer. @peggingeddiediaz @ishkabibblethings

#asks #tag game #Kate answers (sometimes)

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cheesyficwriter · 3 years ago

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Happy Valentine's Day, my Romione lovers! I went skiing over the weekend and this little Muggle AU meet-cute popped into my head. Hope you enjoy ❤

Spontaneous

Spontaneous has never been a word used to define Hermione Granger.

She likes structure, she likes order, and she doesn't often stray from rules and plans. But when her boss challenged her to try something new over the weekend and return to work the following Monday morning with a detailed account of her adventure in hand, she couldn’t pass up the opportunity, no matter how much she desired nothing more than to curl up at home with a book and her cat, Crookshanks, in her lap.

It’s only a little bit disgruntling that it’s the weekend of Valentine’s Day, and her boss assumed that she didn’t have any other plans.

So many tame activities exist that she could have chosen for her task; cooking classes, scrapbooking, even going for a run as opposed to her usual brisk walk. But for some reason, she decides to try to fuel the rush of adrenaline she’s never had.

The reality of her spontaneous decision-making falls upon her as she’s carried by a rickety bench hanging from only a thin cable, leaving her with way too much time to dwell in her thoughts while ascending the chair lift.

Hermione trains her eyes to not look down, and instead focus on the clouds of white covering the evergreen mountains surrounding her. Her gaze can’t help but travel to the snowboarders and skiers down below, gliding upon the powder and burning their way down the hills with such speed she wonders if they all must be professionals.

Surely she’s not the only amateur skier here, right?

She adjusts her helmet and fits her goggles to her face as the lift approaches its final destination, and she barely manages to slide off of the bench and onto the snowy hilltop without falling flat on her face. Hermione breathes out a lengthy sigh, mentally cheering for herself she’s made it this far.

Another realization soon hits her. It’s too late for any second thoughts, as there is nowhere to go but down. She squints through the freshly falling snow, relieved to find her destination still visible, but the route there looks daunting.

Hermione recounts in her head she’s challenged herself to make new choices about her life—or rather, her boss did—but she agrees she needs to expand outside of her comfort zone.

She can do this. She can do anything she sets her mind to.

Looking around at the growing crowd of people joining her from the chair lift, she’s comforted by the fact she’s not the only apprehensive-looking skier awaiting her turn. But many of those skiers are accompanied by their significant others, a fact only serving as another rude awakening of the holiday weekend.

The trail she plans to take is freeing up, and Hermione approaches the edge with her skis clicked in. Her fingers are so cold that she can hardly maintain a proper grip on her poles, despite wearing thick gloves.

Before she can move another muscle, two men whisk past her sharing mutual loud yelps, both intent on racing each other down the mountain, leaving flurries of snow behind their skis. Hermione watches them for a few terrorizing seconds as their bright red hair swishes underneath their helmets until they’re no longer visible in her immediate eyesight.

“Okay, Hermione. Just relax.” She mumbles under her breath, closing her eyes for a brief moment before opening them.

The bitter sting of ice hits her face as she leans forward, reviewing the mental list of instructions she was given on how to stop herself when needed.

Parallel turn. Pizza. Parallel turn. Pizza.

The snow feels as slippery as a snake as she begins to descend the hill. Her hope of moving at a leisurely pace to the bottom is quickly thwarted as an ambitious one. She’s gaining speed too fast and her thighs are already burning as she tries to remember how to slow down.

Time stops despite her body still moving, and for a moment she wonders how on Earth she’ll survive this. Hermione’s heart pounds in her chest as she makes the decision to turn her skis, but the turn either comes too quickly or it’s too late. All she remembers is falling backward until she lands hard on her bottom, rolling a few paces until she comes to a resting point with her face flat in the pillowy snow.

She groans, regretting every single choice she's made thus far at the ski resort.

Hermione Granger, you are too ambitious for your own good.

A faint voice calls out to her.

“Are you okay?”

With her face still buried in snow, she doesn’t respond.

“Are you okay?”

The voice is closer this time, and Hermione hears a solid whoosh from her left side and a new pair of skis enter her view.

A body kneels down next to her. “Are you hurt?”

The man’s voice is sharper, clearer, and he sounds almost a bit frustrated that she’s not answering him. She tries to bring herself to nod so he doesn’t think she’s, well, dead.

When Hermione finds the courage to lift her head, she’s startled by the deep blue of the man’s eyes boring into hers.

“That was a nasty fall you just took. Do you need some help getting up?”

So many questions he’s throwing at her, and all that manages to come out of her mouth is, “Hi.”

A lopsided grin forms on the man's face, nothing but amusement glinting in his dark eyes contrasting his vibrant ginger hair so well.

“Hi there.”

Hermione makes no move to adjust her tangled limbs, unable to focus on anything but the palpitations taking over her heart.

“Can you move?” The stranger asks another question, his brows furrowing under the thin strap of his helmet.

“I-” The words get lost on the tip of her tongue, and she closes her mouth as she feels her cheeks grow warm despite the chilly air.

He searches the path for any lingering skiers. "Are you here with anyone else?"

She's certain his grin grows wider when she shakes her head no. The man stands up straight with ease and offers her his hand.

“C’mon. I’ll help you down.”

Biting her lip in contemplation, Hermione quickly decides it's best if she lets the stranger assist her. She doesn't fancy trying to figure out how to stand up with her skis as a bunch of onlookers watch her from the chair lift.

She places one gloved hand into his own, and he pulls her body up with such force that their chests bump together once she's in a standing position.

Hermione squeaks, not expecting the sudden closeness to a tall man with seemingly taut muscles underneath all his layers of clothing—not that she's thinking about the shape of his body.

This is not what she had planned for the day, but as she meets the man's curious gaze one more time, Hermione is satisfied with the knowledge she actually doesn't mind all that much where she's ended up in the madness of skiing.

In an impressive move, he whips his skis around until he’s facing her, keeping a firm grip on both of her hands.

Hermione's eyes widen as she checks his stance. “You’re going to ski backwards?”

A cheeky grin lights up his face and he nods once in affirmation.

“Wait.”

She blurts the word out before they can descend the mountain together, a question pestering the forefront of her mind.

“I promise it’s not the first time I’ve skied backwards. And I've also gone down this slope loads of times.”

“It’s not that. It’s just—I don’t even know your name. I’d like to give you a proper thank you if we ever make it to the bottom of this hill.”

His lips curl up again, an action that makes her stomach flutter in a way she wasn't expecting. “It’s Ron. Ron Weasley. And I look forward to that proper thank you…” His voice trails off as his eyebrows lift with the expectation for her to fill in the missing information.

She grins. “Hermione. Hermione Granger.”

He squeezes their joined hands with the slightest pressure before squaring his shoulders. "You ready?"

A shaky breath leaves her lips, but she nods anyway.

It's now or never.

Ron slowly begins to weave his way down the mountain, pulling her along like he's in control of her wagon. She's amazed by the fluidity of his movements and by the way looks over his shoulder periodically to make sure they're not set to collide into any other people.

"Don't look down. Keep your eyes on me."

Hermione's eyes snap to his baby blues she's been so nervous about getting lost in, but the fire displayed in them calms her tense muscles straight away.

"You've obviously been skiing before."

Ron laughs. "Yeah, most of my life. My whole family takes a holiday here about once a year and we stay in the lodge for a week. This is our first day."

The two men she saw on the slopes earlier must be related to Ron, she gathers, with their height and striking red hair.

"You probably have worked out by now that I am not an experienced skier. This is my first time actually."

"Ah." Ron shrugs. "I wouldn't have known that if you hadn't told me. I've fallen loads of times, no matter how much experience I have."

A surge of heat rolls through her body and Hermione marvels at this man's ability to make her feel comfortable and not at all embarrassed by her lack of coordination.

Ron skids to a stop as they reach the bottom faster than she had expected, but also at a pace that never made her panic along the journey.

"Thank you. I never would have made it without you."

"Did you even realize that I let go of your hands?"

Hermione gasps, looking down at her hands now clasped together in front of her. "Well, when did you do that?"

"About halfway down the mountain. The rest was all you."

Suddenly bashful, Hermione looks down at her skis, making an attempt to brush off the cakes of snow layering the tops.

Ron clears his throat, prompting her gaze to shift back to him, and he's rocking back and forth on his heels as the tips of his ears burn red. She briefly wonders why he doesn't have a fleece ear band to shield his skin from the cold, but then it dawns on her the color of his ears might be due to a different reason.

"Hey, you wouldn't fancy a drink in the lodge would you? There's a great pub ale that'll warm you right up."

She wants to say he already has warmed her up, but she doesn't want to mistake his friendliness for flirtation.

Hermione is about to politely decline in an effort to prevent embarrassing herself any further, but a voice in the back of her head stops her.

"Yes. I'd love to."

Ron's face splits into a massive smile for the umpteenth time today, a smile so contagious she can't help but match. He reaches for her hand without a word, guiding her through the crowd of people towards the warm lodge.

Maybe she'll work up the courage to try the slopes again later if Ron is willing to stay by her side to help her learn.

But Hermione is certain about one thing. She could definitely be spontaneous more often.

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romione-trope-fest · 11 months ago

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2024 Masterlist

Soulmates

Red Rings by @honouraryweasley12

The Way I Love(d) You by @adenei

I Wish It Was Only A Teaspoon by Iris Blanche (ao3 link)

Something To Believe In by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

When You Wish Upon A Star by @adenei

OOTP Missing Moments

Hufflepuff (Tea) Search Party by @cowahbull

3am by @be11atrixthestrange

What’s In A Gift? by @adenei

Thunderstorms by @mertronus

How To Parent Gryffindors by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

The Perfect Pair by @adenei

Perfect Prefect Present by @nena-96

Ocean Eyes by @flaming-brown-witch

Whiskey on Rounds by @be11atrixthestrange

Fake Not Dating

Call It What You Want by @adenei

The One Where Ron and Hermione are Fake Not Dating by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

Sneaky by @redandbrown

The One Where Everybody Finds Out by @alltoowellread

Before Daybreak by @flaming-brown-witch

He's Gonna Know by @adenei

Cockblocker Harry

Reconnect by @edie-k

There Was Only One Git by @nena-96

The Bug Who Lived by @edie-k

Love and War by @be11atrixthestrange

Can't Do This Without You by @adenei

Stand Still by @flaming-brown-witch

Go For Two by @edie-k

The Talk by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

Never Been Privy To by @reallybeth9

Home Remedy by @honouraryweasley12

Only One Bed

Rouge by @hinny-canons

One Bed by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

Mine by @flaming-brown-witch

In Your Arms by @hpfanted14

Shell Cottage by @adenei

Put Your Thawing Mind To Rest by @my-patronus-is-a-champagne-glass

Rock, Paper, Scissors by Rennervator (ao3 link)

Sleep Hexed by @cheesyficwriter

The New Normal by @my-patronus-is-a-champagne-glass

Muggle AU

Magic Matches by @katenoteight

Enchanted To Meet You by @nena-96

Capture My Heart by @adenei

Not Another Statistic by @nena-96

Let's Go by @flaming-brown-witch

Do You Like Chocolate? by @mertronus

Have An Ice Day by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

The Girl From The Bar by @be11atrixthestrange

Weasley Weddings

Speak Now by @adenei

Finish by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

Six Weasley Weddings by @be11atrixthestrange

The Storm Before The Calm by @my-patronus-is-a-champagne-glass

A Wild Romania Wedding by @nena-96

Say Yes To Heaven by @flaming-brown-witch

#2024masterlist

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adenei · 1 year ago

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Hi, I’m looking for more Romione writers to read stuff from, do you know any good newer ones?

Hi anon!

Some newer romione writers I'd recommend are Rennervator (on ao3, don't believe they're on Tumblr), @nena-96, @taurusmoonchild and @insufferableknowit-all have some great one shots!

And of course, I've gotta rec my circle <3 @voldemorts-tap-shoes @cheesyficwriter @be11atrixthestrange all have absolutely fab stories!

Hope this helps!

#romione #hp fanfic

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missflufffanfics · 2 years ago

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Ahh thanks for the tag @shenanigans-and-imagines !! I can’t wait to get to know you better :)) I’m so bad at becoming friends with moots lol but it’s good to know you wanna talk more too

Okay now let’s get on with it…

Three ships: Tim Bradford x Lucy Chen (The Rookie), Damian Desmond x Anya Forger (SxF), and Willow Park x Hunter Noceda-Deamonne-Clawthorne etc lol (TOH)

First Ever Ship: Ron Weasley x Hermione Granger (HP). While Ik HP can be a rather toxic fandom and obviously JKR sucks the Romione fandom is so sweet and I recently got back into the ship :). Oh forgot to mention it was the ship that got me into fanfic :))) (I have stories abt that I can tell later lol)

Last Song: Quarter Past Midnight by Bastille

Last Movie: Love Again . Cheesy romcom, not necessary to watch but I thought it was cute, but it only has like 15% on rotten tomatoes 😭

Currently Reading: Just finished The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo (absolutely loved it and relate to Evelyn so much highly recommend it’s my favorite book rn). I just started She Gets The Girl and it’s also so cute but definitely a lower reading level than Evelyn Hugo and much lighter, still highly recommend!

Currently Watching: Nothing much at the moment, just rewatching Big Bang Theory and almost finished with MASH, im just too busy with exams right now but tempted to start watching Infinity Train.

Currently Consuming: Bacon; having breakfast for dinner :)

Currently Craving: I’m recovering from being sick over the weekend so really sleep, but I just bought a chocolate croissant (which is my food hyperfixation rn lol) and am trying to decide whether to have it now or tomorrow morning

Tagging: @wanna-be-bold @winterlovesong1 @sisterofficerlucychen @soldrawss @rileyclaw @sailahina @sylvies-chen @whiskeyloverbae @cheesyficwriter @accio-broom @adenei Off the top of my head but anyone else can join!!

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better. Or however many. Whatever.

@themirokai was kind enough to tag my main account (@ handahbear for those who might be wondering) but I’m posting over here because I tend to post a little more to this sideblog currently

Three ships: Dreamling (The Sandman), E/R (Les Miserables), and Augustine/Mercymorn (Jod optional) (The Locked Tomb)

First ever ship: is this a safe space to say it was the Phantom/Christine?

Last song: The View Between Villages by Noah Kahan (and honestly, his entire album Stick Season is so worth a listen)

Last movie: I haven’t watched a lot of movies recently so I genuinely think it may have been a rewatch of Encanto several months ago

Currently reading: So much incredible fanfic, Catching Fire (again), the second volume of the Sandman comics, and I’m about to start A House With Good Bones before my Libby loan expires on it

Currently watching: Silo (yes, almost solely for Ferdinand Kingsley, why do you ask) and a ton of Sims 4 YouTube videos because my brain is mush. Someday soon I’ll watch the Queen Charlotte series, I keep seeing posts about it

Currently consuming: iced peach tea :)

Currently craving: a little break from work and for my brain to cooperate so I can work on the next chapter of my WIP

Fully no pressure tags for some mutuals and pals from my notifications: @shenanigans-and-imagines @just-french-me-up @sandmanpoppies @jill-makes-art @fanofthestuff @lovemeloseme and absolutely anyone else who wants to!

#tag game #ahhh it’s the first time I’ve ever been tagged in one of thesee #thanks so much!!#I’ve been spamming shenanigan’s ask box like no tomorrow so I’m glad I’m not bothering them lol #chenford #the rookie #the owl house #huntlow #fanfiction #toh #ron weasley #ron x hermione #hermione granger #evelyn hugo #evelyn hugo is an emotional rollercoaster #willow park #hunter and luz are siblings

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wizardingworldlibrary · 1 year ago

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AO3 (2) Masterlist

Links Last Checked: May 12th, 2024

part one, part three

A Dish Best Served Cold - Peanutbuttertoast hermione/draco

Summary: Upon her return to Hogwarts for her Eighth Year, Hermione finds herself unwillingly partnered with Draco Malfoy as Co-Heads. Their last night at school and a fateful one-night stand leaves long-lasting repercussions neither one could fathom, but the Ministry’s new Marriage Law sets the stage for Hermione’s revenge. Will she be successful, or will she succumb to her own plot?

All Bets Are Off (ao3) - PrettiestStar17 hermione/fred M, 104k

Summary: Hermione has harbored a crush on Fred Weasley for years. But that’s all it is! A silly, little crush that’s lingered from her Hogwarts’ years. That’s all it is…until one of her best friends, Ginny Weasley, is thrown into a life changing predicament. As she rallies with the rest of the family to help Ginny, Hermione regularly finds herself in Fred’s charming company. Perhaps her crush isn’t so simple after all? But does Fred feel the same? Even if he does, can he put aside past hurt and open himself up to Hermione? Will their meddling friends help, or hurt, their chances?

All Our Secrets Laid Bare - firethesound draco/harry E, 149k

Summary: Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.

As Far as Possible - Mademoiselle_A draco/harry E, 142k

Summary: “Draco Malfoy is cursed.” That's what all the English wizards whisper to one another when they learn that Malfoy's fourth girlfriend has once again lost her life under strange circumstances. However, the truth is far more complicated than that...

Boy, Look at You, Looking at Me - LittleSixx dean/blaise T, 13k

Summary: Dean Thomas trips over a rack of broomsticks and lands a date with Blaise Zabini.

Bring Him to His Knees - Musyc hermione/draco E, 246k

Summary: Draco is on the case of a murderer, but to investigate, he needs a fake relationship - and a kink club play partner. When Hermione volunteers to take the role, both do their best to maintain the lie without letting each other know the truth: neither of them are acting.

Doing it for the Order - Desert_Sea hermione/snape E, 76k

Summary: The Order asks Hermione Granger to lay down for Severus Snape.

Down the Rabbit Hole - sweeteangel1 hermione/draco E, 31k

Summary: Sweet Merlin, what had she been thinking? It had sounded good in theory… a few anonymous shags, something to take the edge off of a dry spell that was lasting longer than she was comfortable admitting. It had seemed sexy, and had come with a level of confidentiality she could never hope to find in the wizarding world.

But now, ankles in the air, naked from the waist down, and dry as the Sahara, she was reconsidering her decision.

Female Transfiguration 101 - Lamp23 hermione/ginny E, 31k

Summary: Hermione has found a new book in the library that seems to have some very interesting spells, what happens when she and Ginny test their effects together.

For the Love of Cheesecake - cheesyficwriter hermione/ron T, 3k

Summary: “He didn’t know it at the time, but that smile would send his stomach spiraling for many years to come.”

Moments through Ron and Hermione’s relationship told through cheesecake. Muggle AU one-shot.

Hogsmeade - Brief_and_Dreamy scorpius/albus M, 10k

Summary: On the first of every month, Scorpius asks Rose out. It’s been a tradition since their fourth year and Rose always says no. Albus thinks it’s hilarious. When Rose finally says yes in their sixth year, however, it stops being funny.

Holidate - danpuff draco/ron, pansy/ginny T, 11k

Summary: Draco and Ginny aren’t ready to come out, so they decide to “date” for the holiday.

Kiss - xErised draco/harry T, 10k

Summary: For the second task of the Triwizard Tournament, it’s not Ron that Harry rescues from the Great Lake, but Draco Malfoy. Hogwarts-era.

Little Talks - Femme (femmequixotic), noeon (noe) draco/harry E, 11k

Summary: Draco's been shagging the Head Auror for months now, and he's sure it's just a fling. Until Harry asks him to a Quidditch match, that is, and things go horribly wrong.

Matched - Uhhjazzy hermione/draco

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cheesyficwriter · 3 years ago

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Can you do a prequel to “Here We Go Again”? The day before when the blond is flirting with Ron and Hermione is getting jealous. From Harry’s POV! :)

Hiya, @cynthia-granger! I'm so sorry this has taken me a long time — looooong time 😳 — to get to, but I was able to drum up some inspiration given today's theme for @romioneweek. Here is part 2 of Harry's perspective of Ron/Hermione's jealousy. Hope you enjoy!

Part 1: Here We Go Again

Romione Week Day 4: A Different Perspective

Typical

It's a typical day in the Ministry, or so Harry thinks.

He's excited for the prospect of today's lunch as his stomach rumbles with hunger. Will there be corned beef sandwiches? Steak and kidney pie? He's salivating from the mere thought.

Hermione gripes beside him as they walk together, babbling on about how she isn't really all that hungry — typical — but she hasn't seen Ron in nearly a week since he departed on a mission and needs to give him a "proper hello".

Even just those two words are too much for Harry's ears. He really doesn't want to be thinking about his best friends in that way.

"Well, where is he?" Hermione huffs almost as soon as they walk into the crowded Atrium, an impatient trill hanging on the edge of her tone.

"I'm sure he'll be along shortly," Harry assures. He hopes he's right, so he can say a quick "hi" to his best mate and leave the couple to their own agenda while he piles a plate high with food.

Scanning the room, he blinks twice when he spots a familiar head of hair.

"Wait, I see him! Actually…" Harry's eyes grow wide and he spins Hermione around so that she's not looking in the same direction as him. "That wasn't him."

"Who wasn't him?" Her eyes narrow, indicating that she doesn't believe him in the slightest.

"I saw red hair, but it-it was another ginger bloke," Harry stammers. Blimey, he really should be better at lying by now.

"What ginger bloke?" Hermione interrogates. "We know almost everyone in the Ministry!"

Shit. Time to deflect. "There are other ginger-haired wizards outside of the Weasley family, Hermione."

"I know that, I just can't recall any who…" Hermione pauses, pursing her lips as she crosses her arms. "You're deflecting."

Why does he have to be best mates with the smartest witch of his age?

"What? No!"

"Harry Potter, tell me what is going on right now or I will hex you!"

Harry mulls over her threat for a brief moment. He's been witness to an angry Hermione with a wand before. Better not risk it.

"Fine." He sighs, rotating his finger in the air. "Turn around."

Hermione spins in place at once, curiosity morphing into a frown that becomes etched across her face.

"Who is that?"

The sight she finds is of one Ron Weasley, conversing quite closely with an unfamiliar witch with long blonde hair.

Harry shrugs. "I think she's new. I don't know her name."

"And why does she have her hand on my boyfriend?"

"See, this is why-" Harry doesn't get a chance to finish his sentence before Hermione goes marching over in Ron's direction, sticking very true to her determined, albeit somewhat abrasive nature.

Sighing to himself, he mumbles, "This is why I can't stand you two sometimes."

Harry watches Ron's eyes light up as she approaches, his smile quickly fading into a look of apprehension as she not-so-subtly slides her way in between Ron and the other woman. Hermione then pushes her back into Ron's chest suggestively while lifting an eyebrow, challenging the blonde woman with a smirk. Harry can see Hermione's mouth moving at rapid speed, making him wish he had an Extendable Ear so that he can listen in to the conversation too.

Harry struggles to maintain his laughter as he watches Ron's face turn a significant shade of red before relaxing and replacing the shock on his face with pride, naturally wrapping an arm around Hermione's waist.

He's so bloody chuffed.

The blonde woman scurries off just moments later, a scarlet tint on her cheeks indicating clear embarrassment. He almost feels sorry for the woman, knowing she walked into a force to be reckoned with.

"Ron!" He overhears Hermione reproach, as she's now turned fully into his arms and he's whispering in her ear. "Not here!"

Harry doesn't even attempt to resist rolling his eyes, wondering why he's subjected himself as a witness to their charades, knowing damn well how it was going to end — how it always ends.

At least they replaced not speaking to each other for weeks on end with snogging — only slightly less annoying. He laughs inwardly at the thought of Ginny. If she was here, she’d have a grand time taking the mickey out of them.

"Isn't Ron so big and strong?" Hermione coos as they approach their best friend, leaning into Ron's side, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Hey!" Ron defends. "S'not my fault that's what she thinks!"

"Don't worry, love," Hermione pats him on the chest. "I never said that I don't think that as well."

Oh bloody hell, how is Harry going to stomach his lunch now?

"You alright there, Harry?" Ron asks, concern etched between his brows.

"Yeah, yeah," Harry waves off, distracted by the smell of food — glorious food —that he’s eager to find, knowing it’s close by. "Welcome back, mate."

"Cheers!" Ron grins. "Hey, listen, Hermione and I think we're going to go-"

"Yeah, yeah," Harry waves off again. "Go on, get out of here, you two."

"Thanks, Harry," Hermione smiles, and the two walk off arm in arm, giggling back and forth about Merlin knows what.

The sight makes Harry's lips curl up, grateful that despite the typical, disgusting displays of affection between the two, they finally managed to get their shit together. He'll take this over their endless rowing and hostile demeanor towards each other any day.

Now, where are those sandwiches?

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romione-trope-fest · 10 months ago

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Sleep Hexed

Title: Sleep Hexed

Author: cheesyficwriter

Selected Trope: Only One Bed

Brief Summary: A No Voldemort tale featuring two idiots in love who don’t quite know it yet. Post-Hogwarts years.

Rating: T

Word Count (if applicable): 3,738

Trigger Warnings: N/A

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Chapter One

Sleep.

Interesting, isn’t it?

All humans need to have the energy to go about their daily lives. Although sleep is unavoidable, the task can become significantly compromised at any moment.

For Hermione? Sleep has always seemed so simple, yet it causes her much more grief than she cares to admit.

It’s midday during an impossible season of trials at the Ministry, and she can’t focus on the work that needs to be done simply because she tossed and turned all night long. Instead of her brain deciding that she needed proper rest before a full day of work, Hermione found herself laying awake for the fifth straight night in a row.

Why can’t she sleep when it feels like she’s tried everything in the books to help her? Hermione always maintains proper hygiene, avoids caffeine as much as possible, performs a nightly Atmospheric Charm to keep her bedroom at an ideal temperature, and even has a set bedtime—no matter how often she has to remind Ron and Harry that the use of her Floo after ten in the evening should only be for emergencies!

Although the cafeteria is bustling with energy during the busy Ministry lunch hour, Hermione’s only point of focus is to mentally strategize ways to get at least an hour of shut eye tonight. Yet she nudges the food around on her plate with her fork, lacking any appetite to eat.

Her legs are restless beneath the table as she fights the urge to bounce her knee in a jerky rhythm. Ron slides into the empty seat across from her, kinking an eyebrow in her direction as the table shakes from her incessant knee movement. He opens his mouth as if he wants to address it, but says nothing. Hermione bites her lip to hold back a yawn, her eyelids drooping of their own volition.

“Ron!” Harry plops into the open chair next to Hermione without warning, his eyes bright. She jumps as his lunch tray clatters onto the table. “Mate, that match last night—”

“Was fucking brilliant!”

The two boys fall into a natural conversation, allowing Hermione’s thoughts to drift to topics that don’t involve her. She takes a long sip of her water, hoping the sensation will keep her engaged long enough to excuse herself to the loo without appearing suspicious.

Harry and Ron discuss Quidditch stats for the next five minutes, but her red-headed best friend steals glances her way every so often. A throbbing headache beneath Hermione’s temples grows stronger and stronger with the excessive noise in the room. As she reaches for her glass of water again, her hand collides with the rim and tips the clear liquid onto the table.

“Bugger!” Hermione withdraws her wand and mutters a quick Scourgify, but nothing happens. She inwardly groans, agitated over her inability to even hold her wand with a steady enough hand.

Unfortunately, she isn’t the only one who notices. Ron frowns and stops speaking mid-sentence, studying her movements with sudden interest. “What was that?”

“What do you mean?"

"You. With your wand, just now.” He nods at the 10 and ¾ inch of vinewood dangling loosely between her fingers. “You fumbled a simple spell.”

Hermione scoffs at the critique. “Thanks, Ron.”

“No! It’s just—” He blunders, gesturing towards her face. “I mean it’s you. You’re brilliant. Are you feeling okay?”

“I feel a bit off today. That’s all.” The retort snaps out of her mouth all too quickly. “Maybe I’ll leave early to get some rest.”

“Leave early?” Ron snorts, leaning back in his chair. “You mean actually leave on time with the rest of us for once?”

Hermione rolls her eyes but clamps her mouth shut. It’s baffling how he manages to keep track of her work hours when he’s usually the one cutting out early. But she’s certainly not going to tell him that.

Ron sighs, propping his elbows on the table as he leans forward. A whiff of sandalwood hits Hermione’s nose, and she struggles to find a way to hold her own underneath the intensity of his gaze.

The growing lump in her throat is too difficult to swallow down, so instead she averts her eyes while mulling over a way to steer the conversation in a different direction.

“Are you getting enough sleep, Hermione?”

He’s so dangerously close, it’s unnerving. Can he spot the dark circles around her eyes? She’s tried so hard to conceal them with magic this week. Hermione blinks as she fights off another yawn. In a curt tone, she responds, “I’m getting sleep, yes."

Hermione omits the max one hour a night part, but still.

Both of Ron’s index fingers shoot out from the fists propping his chin up. "Your spell must be wearing off. These weren’t there earlier.”

He’s pointing right at her eyes. Oh Merlin.

The implication of Ron’s words rings loud and clear. But Hermione is determined to remain Silencio regarding her sleep cycle. She just needs time to sort out what to do with her dilemma.

“You’re still coming to our party at Grimmauld Place tonight, right?” Harry asks through a mouthful of pea soup, cutting in like he hasn’t been listening to their conversation, even though it’s obvious that he has. It’s so like him to want to maintain the peace. “Gin will hex you if you don’t.”

It kind of feels like I’ve already been hexed.

“I’m not sure. I’ll have to see how the rest of the afternoon goes.”

Ron tuts, clearly not happy with her answer. “What are you on about? You have to come!”

“I don’t think I have to do anything, Ron.” Her scathing reply comes out much snappier than she intends. She can tell her mood is starting to swing in the wrong direction, and she needs to put a stop to it before her friends pry any further. “Look, I’ll try my best to make it. I’ve got to get back to work.”

As she stands up with her tray, Ron mutters under his breath, “Got to get some sleep is more like it.”

He’s right. Of course he’s right, and that’s what’s so frustrating.

Hermione ignores his comment and starts on her brisk walk towards the Floo, as fast as her legs can carry her. She’s got a stack of files on her desk at home. Maybe taking a half day and tending to those would be a sufficient amount of work for the day. Kingsley will understand, and she’ll make sure to send him notice as soon as she arrives at her flat.

Although not certain she’ll have the energy to even make it to the gilded fireplaces, Hermione has to try. There’s a good chance that she might give in to her fatigue before she is even out of view from her two best friends. And she certainly doesn’t want to be caught drooling all over the papers on her desk in the Law Enforcement department if Ron pops in to check on her.

A part of her still believes it’s useless to go home right now—with the intention of getting some rest—when there is so much work to be done. She already knows that as soon as she crawls into bed, she’ll be wide awake again.

–

It’s no surprise that Hermione ends up at Harry and Ginny’s party, after all.

Even though Ron had sent an Owl to persuade her to attend—five times, to be exact—it’s still a decision that she made on her own.

After giving it much thought, instead of getting her desperately desired sleep, it occurred to Hermione that exhausting herself at a large gathering might be exactly what she needs to fall into a snooze-filled dream tonight.

So here she is. Along with every other witch and wizard from her year at Hogwarts, apparently. It didn’t occur to her that this would be a class reunion. Harry really does like to embellish when he insists that “it’ll just be a small gathering with a few friends” but there’s no turning back now.

Music surges over the boisterous conversation as Hermione steps out of the Floo, and the atmosphere is immediately electric. The party is in full swing as she squeezes her way through the sweaty bodies of many familiar faces who greet her upon arrival.

Luna is twirling underneath the large overhead chandelier in the center of the entryway. The twins are giving out free demonstrations of their joke products to individuals who are none the wiser. Ginny is already the life of the party, stumbling around and singing off-key to a Celestina Warbeck classic.

The air is hot and sticky, clearly evidenced by the prickle of sweat developing on Hermione’s forehead. It’s quickly apparent that even with so many partygoers pressing in all around her, she still feels alone, as ridiculous as that sounds.

At least until Ron appears out of nowhere, as if he’s just apparated straight into the middle of the drawing room. It’s a possibility, but it would be an impressive feat for someone holding two drinks in his hand. He thrusts one cup in Hermione’s direction.

Her nose wrinkles as she catches a strong whiff of cheap whiskey. “What is this?”

“It’s a drink,” he yells over the music, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You look like you need one more than anyone else here.”

She knows exactly what he means without needing to go into more detail. Loosen up, Hermione. You’re too proper.

A heavy sigh leaves Hermione’s lips, but she takes the drink he offers. “Thanks. Great party.”

Ron cups a hand around his ear, leaning closer. “What did you say?"

"Nevermind,” she shouts, just as her gaze falls on a man standing across the room, waving both hands in their direction. “I think Dean is looking for you.”

He follows Hermione’s point, snorting when he spots Dean and Seamus gesturing to the pyramid display of flipped over plastic drinkware set for another round of the wildly popular House Cup. Before jetting off, Ron’s fingers close over her arm. “Will you stay?”

The urgency displayed in his eyes warms Hermione’s cheeks. She falters, but agrees. “I’ll stay.”

Making such a promise turns out to be a hard one to keep. Apart from frequent check-ins by Ron, she keeps to herself. While her time at Hogwarts was great—fantastic, really—the best memories she has are with Ron and Harry, navigating their classes and gorging themselves on monthly Hogsmeade trips.

Many of her classmates once spread rumors that she was in a love triangle with Ron and Harry. It was absolutely absurd! None of them had ever crossed that line. Can’t men and women be just friends without any romance brewing? She was there for Harry as he sorted out his feelings for Ginny and helped him come up with a solid plan to tell Ron, which turned out to be not so solid, but Ron got over it eventually. The boys were also there for her when she got her heart broken by Viktor Krum—well, more so Harry. Although Ron used to worship the Bulgarian Seeker, he is always in a foul mood nowadays whenever the subject of Viktor is broached. That particular period of Hermione’s life is now hidden away in the Forbidden Forest of conversational topics.

Throw Lavender Brown in that forest too, but no need to go into detail there.

Regardless of her close friendship with Ron and Harry, she’s now surrounded by many people who have better relationships with the boys than anyone else ever did with her.

Is that Hermione’s fault? Did she not socialize enough at school? Sure, she took her studies seriously and spent more time in the library than on the Quidditch pitch, but Ron and Harry did their part to remind her to take breaks long enough to have some fun from time to time.

The thought consumes her, enough to crave more breathing space. Hermione scans the olive green walls that seem to be caving in on her, looking for an escape. She locates the grand staircase at the end of the hall, which spurs a new idea. Of course! Harry recently converted one of the bedrooms upstairs into a library. She’ll take a short perusal through the stacks and then return to the party afterward, refreshed and ready to mingle.

Once she navigates through her schoolmates and reaches the landing at the top of the stairs, her attention goes over the banister to the people down below. Hermione catches a flash of ginger hair in the entrance hall and meets Ron’s gaze. His brows furrow as she ascends the stairs, as if he has been keeping his eye on her the whole time.

Oh well. He can follow me if he wants.

Hermione continues on her path until she reaches the library, jiggling the rusty doorknob until it creaks open. The darkly-lit room has a faint, musty scent of wood, and she could sneeze from the amount of dust clouding the air. Harry really needs to tidy up the place.

Yet she could still spend hours in this dark corner, looking for hidden treasures or important insights. Harry’s bookshelf, she soon discovers, leaves much to be desired. It’s mostly filled with miscellaneous titles, such as Charm Your Own Cheese, and a stack of old periodicals, like the Sunday Prophet and Which Broomstick. The real eyebrow raiser though has to be his copy of 12 Fail Safe Ways to Charm Witches. Was that one a Ginny purchase?

And not a single one of their textbooks from school!

“Don’t tell me you’re going to hide out here all night.”

Hermione grins despite the disruption, knowing that Ron would follow her. His curiosity always wins in the end. After setting one of the books back onto the shelf, she turns to find him leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest.

Taking a step forward, she goads, “I didn’t realize I needed a security guard to keep a watchful eye over me.”

Ron’s eyes twinkle. “Did you just label me as a security guard? That’s a bit insulting.”

“Says the Auror with a massive ego—which proves my point, honestly.”

It’s amazing how their banter is doing wonders to re-energize her. Getting into a compelling argument is the only strategy that really works to keep her mind off her present situation. And for that, Ron is the best partner.

“And furthermore,” she continues before he has a chance to contend her claim, “it’s clear that you managed to lose your game of House Cup, seeing as how you have nothing better to do than to visit me in a library—of all places to find the likes of Ron Weasley!”

Ron’s eyes narrow as he takes a slow step in her direction. “Why are you picking a fight right now?”

“I’m not.”

I am.

“You are, and it usually means you are avoiding something.”

All these years of knowing Ron Weasley, and she had somehow forgotten how well Ron Weasley knows her.

“Are you deflecting?” He continues, not loosening up on his interrogation tactics. “Is this still about our conversation from earlier? Please tell me you at least got some rest when you went home.”

“Rest, maybe. Actual sleep, definitely not.”

His lips press into a firm, thin line. She hates when he gets concerned. Ron is so fussy and determined and stubborn. The minute he sniffs out a problem with her, he gets all bent out of shape until he solves it.

“Have you taken any Dreamless Sleep? I don’t recommend extended use of that stuff, but if you need something to give you a little push—”

Hermione holds back the urge to roll her eyes, not interested in hearing a list of solutions that she’s already worked through herself. “Tried it. Didn’t work.”

“How about seeing a Healer at St. Mungo’s?”

After two days of minimal to no sleep, it was the first place she went. “They say I’m perfectly healthy and there are no physical indicators as to why I’m not sleeping.”

“Well, have you tried counting Hippogriffs?”

Hermione’s forehead crinkles at the absurdity of his suggestion. “What?”

“You know, as the saying goes?” Ron waves a flippant hand. “Don’t Muggles count to one hundred in their head using some sort of quantifier? Like Chocolate Frogs?”

“It’s sheep, actually.” Hermione covers her mouth, stifling a giggle.

“Even better!” Ron gives an exaggerated head roll when she doesn’t react. "Well, I think it would be fun.”

She really can’t think of something she’d rather do less, honestly. “I’ll take your word for it.”

Ron taps his chin, giving this unauthorized role of being her Healer for the day a considerable amount of thought. “Have you tried keeping your room dark and cool?”

“Always.”

“Ear plugs?”

“It’s almost too quiet.”

“White noise charm in your room?”

“Doesn’t work.”

Ron’s shoulders sag as he slumps back against the wall, blowing out a steady stream of air that removes a stray ginger curl out of his eyes. “Of course you’ve bloody tried everything.”

Hermione releases a frustrated groan before sprawling herself out on the black velvet chaise in the corner of the room. Ron follows her, nudging her boots hanging off the edge of the furniture.

“Budge up.”

“Fine,” Hermione grumbles, lifting her legs up long enough for Ron to slide in. He lowers her legs down over his lap.

“Well, you just recently transferred from Care of Magical Creatures to the Law Enforcement Department.” He squeezes her ankles in a supportive manner. “Give yourself some time to sort it all out. You’re probably just in your head too much.”

The longer Hermione goes without so much as a power nap, the less convinced she is that Ron’s theory is true.

She flops a hand over her eyes and allows a small yawn to escape her. Where did that come from? “I’m actually pretty tired right now.”

“Good. Sleep.”

Although she can feel her consciousness ebbing away, the universe must have a twisted sense of humor because all Hermione wants to do is continue talking to Ron. She needs to convince him that she will be just fine, and that she will figure out a solution on her own.

Still, her eyelids flutter closed as she allows the world to fade to black.

–

A blazing ray of sunlight filters through Hermione’s eyes. The tingling sensation in her hand indicates that it must still be heavy with sleep, and her eyes shift to find the culprit.

Ron.

The last visual she can recall is him sitting next to her on the chaise. Now he’s sprawled across the length of the seat, squashed in between her and the backrest. It’s also very likely that she’ll fall flat on her face given the precarious position she is now resting in, much in thanks to Ron’s body taking up most of the available space.

Her legs and feet dangle off the edge of the chaise, and the lack of proper pillow support has her head tilted downward towards the floor. She’s even got sore limbs and a kink in her neck to prove it.

Wait, is it morning?

Hermione gasps, making a quick attempt to sit up, but she can’t move with the weight of Ron’s arm curled tightly around her waist.

What in the world—

“Ron, wake up,” she hisses, nudging an elbow back to poke him in the ribs.

“Mmm…no.” Ron sniffs the air, shaking his head down into her curls that are splattered across his face. “Not the spiders, Mum.”

Hermione holds back her laughter, giving him a rougher shake. “Wake up, Ron!”

He groans, an action that only pulls her tighter against his chest. The pressure steals a significant amount of air from her lungs. “Ron, oomph, I can’t breathe!”

“What?” He finally croaks, his eyes clouding over in a sleep-filled haze. “Hermione? Wha—oh, fuck, sorry!”

Unfortunately Ron’s sudden realization of their positioning doesn’t fare too well for Hermione, who tumbles to the ground with a squeak as he releases his hold on her. It’s sheer luck that her forearms break her fall, preventing her from actually landing on her head.

Ouch. That’ll leave a bruise later.

“Shit!”

Hermione rolls her eyes, huffing stray pieces of hair out of her face. “Language, Ron!”

“Fu—er, I’m sorry, Hermione. I didn’t know…wait, is it morning?”

She clammers to her feet, rolling out her wrists. Glad you’re catching up, Ron. “We must’ve fallen asleep.”

Ron nods, letting out a yawn and stretching his arms above his head. “That’s good though, right? Looked like you needed the rest.”

A throat clears, alerting Hermione to another occupant in the room. Harry stands in the doorway clad in his pajamas and full of messy bedhead, squinting his eyes through his glasses.

“Blimey, I thought you two had left. I saw the light on when I was walking to the loo.”

Hermione meets Ron’s gaze, both sets of their eyes widening. “Uhm, actually we were just chatting. Must have lost track of time,” she manages to get out through shaky breaths.

Harry’s eyes dart between both of them, appearing unconvinced. “All night?”

“Yeah.” Ron’s gaze remains fixed on Hermione, a slight twinkle in his eye. “All night.”

Hermione’s fists clench into two tiny balls at her sides. If Harry had shown up just mere moments earlier, he would have found them asleep together. What could he have possibly imagined then?

“You do realize it’s morning now?” Harry continues on with his line of questioning.

Ron tilts his head towards the window in the room. “Worked that out for ourselves, thanks.”

“Got to be honest, Ginny was pretty miffed when she thought you two left without saying goodbye.” Harry crosses his arms, a devilish grin curling onto his face. “Wait until she sees that you’re still here!”

“I’ve got to go actually,” Hermione blurts out. There is no possible universe in which she will stick around long enough for Ginny to take the mickey out of her over this. “Crookshanks needs his breakfast and he’s a right terror whenever it’s late.”

Ron harrumps. “Bloody cat. Want me to see you home, Hermione?”

“I can get myself there, thanks.” With a brief wave at both of the boys, she exits the room in a hurry before either of them can see her flushed cheeks.

She fell asleep. She fell asleep.

And it was all because of Ron Weasley.

#submission

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