#dean and ginny makes no sense

[startanewdream]

Rewatched the HBP movie last night and, Sweet Lord, they've butchered my fave book.

[emeritusemeritus]

hii! i love your work soo much, you are so talented. both weasley twins x reader, so like both the weasley twins getting jealous because reader has been spending so much time with her male best friend and one night she gets home late and they are mad. (smut and a bit of fluff at the end). so sorry if this is bad this is my first request

Hi my love! Thank you so much, not bad at all! I hope this is what you wanted (I need a very cold shower now) 🖤

Warnings: SMUT, graphic smut; threesomes, PIV, fingering, slightly cumplay, fingering, possessiveness, Dom!sub roles, dominant twins, jealousy, a bit of angst, beginnings of an argument. Swearing. Fluff and smut. Getting fucked in the kitchen. Sorry Dean, I’m sure you’re lovely.

Word count: 3k

Sense of belonging.

Summertime was upon you and as the days got longer and brighter, the temperature increasing, it brought along an endless stream of possibilities and fun.

The twins had been really busy lately, trying to stock up ahead of the impending return to Hogwarts for the students, the few weeks before term time being one of the busiest peaks of the year for them except for Christmas, April fools day and bonfire night. You really shouldn't complain, they were successful, bringing in a lot of money and still took great pleasure in their work. They were inventing all the time, wanting a new product to launch before school resumed and though you were happy for them, you felt like your hadn't truly seen them in weeks.

The days went by in a blur of waking up alone in bed, making yourself a cup of tea and some breakfast, showering alone and then trying to fill your days with work and meeting friends. Occasionally you'd help at the shop when they needed cover but you tended to stick behind the scenes working on the accounts and ordering, with the occasional potion brewing for the big restocks. Every night you'd cook dinner and set aside two plates, eating alone with the company of trashy muggle tv before you cleaned up the kitchen, put the two wrapped plates in the fridge and eventually drifted to bed. If it wasn't for occasionally needing the bathroom in the middle of the night and seeing your two husbands asleep either side of you, you could easily have believed that they never came back to the flat.

You'd tried to surprise them and take them lunch to try and steal some time together in the office but they were always too busy, too close to nailing their project so you stopped bothering. You tried waiting up late at night for them to show but they'd simply given you sleepy smiles and had fallen asleep on the sofa not twenty minutes later when you tried that. And sex? You could hardly remember what that felt like.

To say you were feeling a little neglected was an understatement. So when you ran into Dean Thomas in the Flourish and Botts Friday morning, you didn't hesitate to agree to a proper catch-up with him Saturday evening at the Leaky Cauldron. He'd extended the invitation to your husbands as well and you'd politely thanked him, telling him you'd ask them but in reality you knew there was a slim chance of that actually happening.

You hadn't seen either of your husbands that day from the moment you woke up til the moment you stepped out of the door, slightly dressed up and ready to meet Dean. You'd tried to catch them last night and then again around early morning when the shop was supposed to be quieter but they'd barely even acknowledged your presence. So you left them a note, telling them that you were going out and that you'd be home later.

You had a wonderful time; you'd actually run into Neville and Luna and they had joined you for dinner. You fell easily into conversation, just like the old days, with Dean of course asking about Ginny, your husbands and the shop. Neville and Luna were engaged and you were told all about their wedding plans which completely warmed your heart. You were on high as you walked back to the flat, a smile still on your face after catching up with good friends.

The smile disappeared pretty much as soon as you stepped through the flat, took off your jacket and shoes and found Fred and George sat at the kitchen table, your note placed between them. There’s a tension in the air that you can’t place. They don’t look mad, but they definitely don’t look happy either.

“Oh here she is,” George says, his voice dropping with sarcasm.

“Remembered that you have two husbands have you?” Fred says, his voice even harsher than George’s. You fire up with anger, biting your lip as you look between them with a glare, unable to push down your feelings anymore.

“That’s ironic coming from you two,” you mumble, walking over to the sink to get a glass of water.

“Care to elaborate princess?” Fred says blankly from behind you.

You snort, not believing that they’d really be getting into this now, the biggest hypocrites in all of Diagon Alley.

“Did you forget lately that you had a wife?” You ask, turning to them and looking between them. “She’s about yay high,” You say, gesturing to your height, “* colour hair, surname Weasley.” Your voice holds almost no humour to it now, feeling fired up.

“Yeah I’m looking at her,” Fred says with an equally unamused, expressionless glance.

“Doesn’t seem like her though, our wife’s normally a good girl,” George adds. There it is, that’s what the tension is.

A smirk slowly spreads across your face as you realise what the real issue is- they’re jealous.

You shrug dramatically, placing your glass into the sink, knowing just how to get them, “boys prefer bad girls.”

It’s instantaneous, both of them rising to their feet with the implication of your words.

“Is that right little slut?” George says, beginning to move closer. “Men, like us, prefer our good girl.”

“I reckon she’s forgotten who she belongs to mate,” Fred says, casting a glance at his brother, hanging back a little as a devilish twinkle begins to shine in his eyes.

“Yeah I reckon so,” George agrees, looking up and down your body.

“Have you forgotten sweetheart?” Fred asks teasingly, his bottom lip sticking out just a tad to mock you.

“Probably,” you say defiantly, knowing exactly what you were doing.

“Try again,” Fred says darkly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he advances on you, moving in step with his twin as they crowd you, towering over you. Their stares are dark, devilish and hungry have you flushed in seconds as their towering forms loom over you menacingly, both with smirks tugging at their lips as they notice your heaving chest and flushed face.

“Who do you belong to Angel? Hm?” George says, reaching out and pulling up your top over your head, seeing absolutely no resistance from you.

“Fred,” you say breathlessly, having to suck in your cheeks to stop yourself smiling as you watch George’s eyes widen in disbelief.

You gasp as your bra strap pings on your body, Fred’s fingers having purposefully let it go as a mild form of punishment for your act of defiance.

“And?” He pushes. Your eyes never faulted from George’s, allowing a hint of a smile to appear on your face that is a complete contrast to his thunderous glare.

“Bill?” You say innocently and within seconds you are turned around, pressed up against the kitchen counter and spanked, the loud thwack echoing through the kitchen.

Hands begin creeping up your legs and you’ve never been more thankful that you’d chosen a skirt, enjoying the feel of hands creeping up your bare skin under they stop just as they reach the lace of your panties. You feel long fingers begin to touch your pussy through the lace of your underwear and you throw your head back at the sensation, so close to where you need them but not close enough.

“Try again princess,” Fred says in your ear, body pressed against your back so you can feel the bulge of his erection against your bum.

“George, George,” you moan out, just as Fred finds your clit, rubbing it gently through the lace.

“See, told you you were our good girl,” Fred coos, pressing his erection against your bum harder now, giving the most delicious friction.

“Not quite,” George days darkly from the side and after a few seconds, Fred pulls away. Your bra is almost ripped from you leaving your breasts exposed and you’re mercilessly turned around by strong hands so they can see.

When both twins suddenly crouch down in front of you, their mouths instantly fixing upon your breasts, focusing on the pebbled nipples as their tongues dance around the sensitive peaks, you cry out, hands going into their hair to keep them just where you need them.

George’s hand traces up your leg and slips into your underwear, tracing his long fingers through your wet slit as you moan out, his fingers finding your sensitive little nub almost instantly.

“You do you belong to?” George says into the skin of your breast, pulling away to look up at you.

“You, fuck, you, both of you,” you moan out as George’s finger slips inside you at the same time, slowly thrusting as your hips cant trying to get him deeper.

“Good girl.”

“Who’s got you this wet sweetheart?” Fred says, his own fingers joining George’s as he rubs your clit whilst George stretches out out with his fingers, adding a second one slowly.

“You, geor, Fre,” you cry out, not even able to finish their names as they work together, hitting every pleasure point as Fred’s lips wrap around your nipple again and give a harsh suck.

“Not Dean?” George says, not holding back the jealousy.

“No, only you,” you cry out, beginning to feel your climax approaching.

“Not get Angel,” George says, suddenly pulling his hands away, as does Fred, leaving you whining and pouting at their actions.

“Bend over the table,” George instructs and you mindlessly follow his command, cringing as your naked breasts press against the cold wood of the table.

Your skirt is flipped up from behind you, exposing the little strip of lace you’d been wearing underneath until it’s unceremoniously ripped from your body at the side. You gasp, hips lifting up as your pussy is exposed to the air, to their eyes and in no time at all you can feel the head of a cock pressing against your wet lips.

“Tell me darling,” George says from behind you, “who do you belong to?”

“You Georgie!”

Your moan echoes throughout the apartment as the thick head of his cock slips inside you, the slight upward curve of his length making you gasp as it presses directly against your sweet spot inside.

“George!” You cry out as he immediately sets a rough and fast pace, your hands clawing at the table for purchase as your hips repeatedly knock into the side of the table.

“So fucking wet,” George growls from behind you as he fucks into you perfectly. “My fucking good girl, so fucking perfect for us.”

Your orgasm hits you out of nowhere, body already clearly worked up from being so expertly fingered earlier. He curses from behind you as your walls clench, squeezing his perfect cock tightly as you writhe and cry out with the ecstasy coursing through you. He lasts about three more thrusts as your pussy bares down on him and you moan out again as his thrusts get sloppy and sporadic as he cums, crying out your name in a whine.

“My little princess fucked out?” You hear from the side and your eyes widen as you realise that Fred had been watching all this time, waiting to pounce as he stands before you naked. George hadn’t even undressed, he’d simply bent you over, unbuttoned his work pants and fucked into you without any care.

“Think you can take me too sweet girl?” He asks, hand ghosting over your back as his twin slips out of you. You nod eagerly, already feeling empty as George’s cum begins leaking out of you and down the skin of your inner thighs.

Instead of getting behind you as you expected, he takes a seat on one of the wooden chairs beside you, beckoning you to join him as he pumps his cock in his hand. The sight has you near drooling, the sight of his long, big fingers wrapped around his thick cock, the wide shoulders and strong upper body so deliciously on display.

You back up from the table and remove your skirt and ripped panties that were clinging to one of your legs. He let’s go of his cock and it bobs back to hit his lower abdomen as he outstretches his hand to help you climb into him, both of you completely naked now.

You rest your legs on his and grab his wide shoulders for support as he grabs the base of his cock, allowing you to sink down on it. He’s slightly wider than George and you cry out at the feel of being stretched out again, your wetness and what’s left of George’s cum acting as lube to allow him to slip straight inside of you, reaching deeper and deeper until he was snugly pressed against your cervix. Your fingers paw at the flesh of his shoulders as he gives you time to adjust, sucking on your breasts in front of his face as you lift one hand and stroke back the hair from his face. He pulls away and looks up at you seating in his lap and there’s a moment that passes where you stare at each other with a smile, pausing to share a passionate kiss whilst his cock nestled deep inside you, your walls already clenching around his big member.

His hands fall to your bum as you slowly begin to lift yourself up until he was almost completely out of you before you quickly sink back down, his length filling you completely. Your loud moans are completely synchronised at the sensation of him fucking all the way into you and as you quickly begin to find a perfect rhythm, you begin to feel completely cock drunk.

Your hips buck on him as you chase the fire in your belly that’s beginning to ignite; feeling as if his cock was filling you completely. Your thighs burn at the exertion of bouncing on him and the sight alone of his scrunched up, pleasure filled face is enough to make you let out a string of moans that sound almost inhuman. You lean forward to kiss him again and the new angle hits something inside you that propels you right over the edge, crying out his name against his lips as you fall completely over the edge.

Your orgasms has nearly subsided but you can’t move anymore, legs burning and tired, as much as you want to keep riding him. He senses your slowing immediately and quickly grabs you by the ass and in a wicked feat of strength, he lifts you and him, keeping his cock deep inside as he placed you onto the edge of the table. You fall back, resting your head on the wood as he grabs your hips and snaps his own into yours, making your breasts bounce in time with his thrusts. He’s unable to look away, eyes dancing between your bouncing tits and your stretched out pussy, all on display for him. He begins to fuck you harder and harder, your cries getting louder as you grab hold of the edge of the table behind you, tits jiggling wildly as he bruises your hips.

“Gonna, fuck, oh fuck baby,” he whines as he watches your right hand snake down and rub circles around your clit, feeling like you could cum again.

“Let me,” you hear from the side and George’s fingers immediately take the place of yours, toying with your clit in the most deliciously sinful way. Fred cock slams into you as he starts to cum before he slams your hips down against his, cock buried right to the end of you as you feel his perfect length twitch and spurt inside of you, filling you with another load of hot cum. The sensation of being filled along with George’s sinful fingers has you reaching your peak again, calling out their names as you fight against Fred’s strong hold, unable to keep your hips still.

Your breathless and sweating, completely fucked out as you mumble their names over and over again. Fred slips out of you and pants as he throws himself back down onto the chair that would undoubtedly need cleaning in the morning.

“Come here Angel,” George says, grabbing your attention as he extends his hands for you to take, pulling you up. He stops and pulls you in for a sweet kiss that only increases your breathlessness as you pull away with half kisses eyes, tired and blissfully fucked out.

“Want a bath?” He says, much softer than he’d been when you entered. You shake your head with a smile, covering your slightly chilly body.

“Pee and bed,” you say, reaching for his hand but this time to entwine your fingers. He gives you a small, shy smile as he brings your entwined hands to his lips and kisses the back of your hand.

“Did you have a nice time?” He asks as you hop down from the table, cringing at the wetness you can see on the wood, knowing that you probably shouldn’t have fucked where you eat. You look at him questioningly, not wanting to start an argument but he gives you a little smile that tells you everything is okay.

It’s a little later and you’re cuddled up to Fred on the sofa, having been convinced to stay up with them a little while.

“We are sorry princess, never meant to pull away so much, we just needed to get the new products right snd it’s been none stop,” Fred says, stroking your leg as it rests across his lap.

“It’s okay, I understand,” you say, looking away from the terrible muggle tv show you were watching.

“It won’t happen again,” George says and you smile, reaching out to grab hold of his hand in understanding.

“Better not,” you say, the hint of a devious smirk crossing your face. “Or next time I go out to meet Dean I won’t wear any panties.”

“Bed.”

“Now.”

[sophie-hatter-jenkins]

Hair

Written for @hinnymicrofic November 2023 - Prompt 10

School year 96/97, told through the medium of Hair

He first noticed Ginny’s hair in October, at Quidditch practice. Well, not so much noticed, because of course he had noticed before that she had hair in a general sense. She obviously wasn’t bald, was she? No, it was more like he paid particular attention to her hair, specifically. It happened when she dived sharply for a loose quaffle, twisting as she went, and whatever she’d used to clip it up to her head came loose. Suddenly, her hair was tumbling behind her, first as she hurtled towards the grass, then as she soared upwards, aiming for the hoops. It caught the late afternoon sun, and almost seemed to glow, like flames streaking through the air behind her. Ron saved her shot (with his face. Classic.), and as she pulled up in front of him, face alight with laughter, her hair fell forward, like a cloud around her shoulders. Harry decided the odd feeling in his stomach was hunger - must be time to head back up for dinner.

-----------

Ginny was grateful to Dean, checking over her Charms essay, really she was, but honestly, it was a bit dull, just sat there in the common room, waiting. Her gaze fell idly on the table in the corner, where Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting, deep in conversation. Harry had his back to her, and, for want of anything better to do, she traced the line of his hair with her eyes, where it fell, curling just slightly towards his collar. She imagined running her finger there, feeling where his hairline met the pale skin of his neck, and she shivered slightly. 

“It’s pretty good, Ginny. You just need to add a bit more about the Substantive charm’s practical uses and then I think you’ve covered everything.”

Ginny jumped at the sound of Dean’s voice, suddenly feeling very guilty about the direction of her thoughts, and more than a little surprised. I mean, where the fuck did that even come from?

-----------

The Slug Club Christmas party was every bit as appalling as Harry had feared. Luna’s company helped to make it just about bearable, as did the amusing spectacle of Hermione attempting to avoid McLaggan. The biggest problem was that no matter how many utterly terrifying/incredibly dull/undoubtedly influential (delete as applicable) people Slughorn seemed determined to introduce him to, Harry found his attention constantly drawn to the flashes of long, red hair from across the room, everytime it caught the candlelight. It was impossible to miss, a beacon that always drew his gaze. But as always, Ginny remained just out of his reach.

-----------

At breakfast, before the Hufflepuff match, Ginny watched Harry carefully. Sure enough, she quickly picked up the signs that he was stressed. Losing Katie was bad enough, but Ron’s (ahem) mishap and Cormac’s subsequent recruitment was significantly more concerning. It seemed like every few seconds, he’d run his fingers through his hair. Long, slender, strong fingers, oddly delicate despite the callouses from his wand and the handle of his firebolt, though why her stupid brain insisted on noticing that, she had no idea. Well okay, maybe she had a bit of an idea. But anyway, the constant agitation made his hair stick up in spiky black tufts, even more unruly than usual - which was really saying something, wasn’t it? 

Maybe it would be neater if he cut it shorter? she thought - but he wouldn’t like that, would he? Because if it was shorter, it wouldn’t flop down over his forehead, covering his scar. And, now she came to think about it, she wouldn’t like it either. There was something strangely hot about he always looked so dishevelled, like he had perennially just got out of bed. She wondered, not for the first time, whether it was as soft as it appeared? She imagined running her own fingers through it, the feeling of it against the delicate skin between her fingers and… oh crap, she didn’t just sigh out loud, did she?

“Everything okay, Ginny?” enquired Hermione, her tone solicitous, but her expression irritatingly knowing. “You look a bit… flushed.” 

“Yes, fine,” she answered, smoothly, returning Hermione’s arched eyebrow with one of her own. “Just a bit warm in here, isn’t it?”

-----------

By the time Harry arrived at The Burrow at Easter, he knew he was in real trouble. Being in such close proximity to Ginny was… problematic. Everything about her was just so bloody attractive, and it did things to him. Case in point: when Hermione was finally persuaded to make up the numbers for two-aside Quidditch. Harry honestly didn’t expect this to be an issue - after all, he’d played Quidditch with Ginny countless times, and okay it was often a bit distracting, but this was something else. Obviously, her lips didn’t help, pink and slightly parted as she concentrated on stealing the quaffle from under his nose, but the main difference was the way she was dressed, in the unseasonably warm weather. Those  unnecessarily short shorts, and the way her t-shirt stretched over her chest… well, anyway. He needed something else to focus on, and fast. Ron! Yes, genius. Thinking of Ron, instant mood killer. Ron with his ginger hair. It was the exact same shade as Ginny’s ginger hair, wasn’t it? Ron’s ginger hair, which was cut short, and not at all like Ginny’s which was long and thick and shiny, and currently braided into a thick plait, hanging down her back towards… Oh Merlin! This isn’t helping AT ALL! 

“Harry! Look out!”

Unfortunately, Hermione’s warning came way too late, but at least sorting out the minor cuts and bruises from his collision with the tree branch and subsequent tumble to the ground gave him something else to think about. 

-----------

The moment they stepped through the portrait hole, Harry pressed her against the wall, his mouth on hers. With only a moment of hesitation, Ginny allowed her hands to slip up his back, feeling his shoulders tense at her touch, before sliding them through his hair. 

Yeah, I was right, she thought to herself, it really is as soft as it looks.

After that, she really didn’t do much in the way of thinking at all.

[saintsenara]

What are your favourite ships for Luna?

thank you so much for the ask, @thesilverstarling!

when it comes to favourite ships for luna the answer is... eh, not many. i've given my views on lunarry and snuna, and i think the same issue which i've raised in both of those - that full-fanon luna's sunny disposition and accurate understanding of the world is the only thing which makes them possible, while canon-coherent luna's personality type [sentient golden retriever joins qanon] does not - applies to the rest of luna's common non-canon ships.

both ginny and ron tend to speak to and about luna the way you might about a friend's precocious toddler - the eye-rolling behind her back is fond, but it's still eye-rolling - and so linny and lon [rona? runa?] are out.

hermione would genuinely rather take a job as rita skeeter's unpaid intern than spend her life explaining that no that's not a snorcack horn, so bye-bye lunmione.

i find the marauders-subfandom-influenced fanon that luna is related to the malfoys completely inexplicable - there is no way on god's green earth that draco malfoy knows who luna is, or that he'd be seen dead with her, given her fashion sense, so it's a no on druna.

dean is clearly grateful for her support during his miserable imprisonment, but that's as far as it goes, so i'm not going to be found handing out lean [duna?] propaganda any time soon.

and neville's canon vibe with luna is very much giving "even i look down on you" [although i'll concede that matthew lewis and evanna lynch have magnificent chemistry on screen], so sorry to lunville [nuna? these ship names do not come easily...] but it's a boot.

what i do like, however, is the idea of luna ending up in a relationship with an older man with an extremely paternalistic vibe - think friedrich bhaer with jo march [book version - he was far too nice and hot in the most recent adaptation...] - especially if that man is then gradually induced to derangement by the force of her... luna-ness - think duncan wedderburn with bella baxter [film version].

which means, if you want to go fully unhinged and deranged, there can only be one answer:

luna lovegood/garrick ollivander.

everyone's new otp.

[t1oui]

so ik i post fic ideas every five seconds and i don't follow up on anything but oneshots (shitty tedoire oneshots rn, if we're being specifc) BUT

fic where harry and a bunch of his friends & family go to effie and monty's for the summer. hear me out

jegulus regretting not just flying when cho, cedric, and harry don't shut up for the entire car ride.

marylily wondering how the fuck rosekiller and luna's parents raised her when she goes on and on about things that make 0 sense while dean and seamus snore right next to her.

ron, ginny, and hermione showing up two days late with horrified looks on their faces, scratches all over them, and twigs in their hair, and absolutely no explanation. (when arthur asks where his car is, well... they don't have an explanation for that, either.)

the longbottoms arriving first and frank falling off his broom and having to be healed before anybody else even gets there.

narcissa bringing draco, blaise, and pansy and draco and pansy suntanning until blaise drags them both into the river on the potters' property.

lavender and parvati doing everyone's makeup while padma paints their nails.

daily quidditch games.

cedric, cho, and harry having long talks (and possibly first kisses, too) on the roof of the broom shed.

luna and effie baking together.

it becoming a yearly tradition.

[nuatthebeach]

I’ve noticed in your posts you always mention Harry’s endgame is Ginny or no one, but you’ve never mention it the other way around? I’ve always thought those two loved each other equally and they were each other’s endgames in every universe. Do you believe Ginny doesn’t love Harry as much as he loves her? Or that his love isn’t enough for her? I don’t think anyone could love, support, or make Ginny Weasley as happy as Harry Potter could, and I don’t think any man or women could make her feel the way Harry could, and vice versa.

hahah, i do do that a lot, don't i

the following is my opinion, and my opinion only:

to your point, yes, i totally 100% believe that ginny loves harry as much as he loves her. to be explicit, in canon, it is harry or no one for ginny. they have just gone through hell and back for each other that, personally, i just do not see them even considering being with anybody else after the war. the series ended in a way that implied that harry's main priority was going to be centered around building something with ginny, and judging by the fact that ginny never said she was going to wait for him, there's no canon evidence to suggest that she didn't wait in her 6th year (though, obviously, there were more pressing matters at the time.)

to me, it was always inevitable that they would fall back together. they would, of course, have many problems to deal with (harry's communication issues, ginny's fresh grief, harry coming to terms with ginny's very dark circumstances, ginny's sense of self-preservation, amongst so many other things that i think @whinlatter's Beasts does a phenomenal job of tackling, and i can't wait to read more. (those dang eggcups goddamnit 😭.)

now why do i talk more about harry loving ginny than vice versa? frankly because fandom seems adamant on proving just the opposite. and i absolutely refuse to give an inch about it. at risk of pissing everyone off, i'm also more likely to read ginny/other, if not for any other reason than to spite the haters. plus, ginny's love life is so interesting; if you think about it, she really "dated" all tropes of men: the toxic guy (tom riddle, if you count intimacy as not just romantic), the "nice guy" (michael corner), and the guy who's just generally a great person but not the one for ginny (dean thomas). how could you not want to read about it? and it's so beautiful, thinking that after all of that, she finds her way back to harry.

and...(tw) harsh truth alert... 🚨

honestly? truthfully? there just is more canonical evidence of harry caring about ginny. (again, this does NOT mean that i'm saying that harry loves ginny more than ginny loves harry.)

why? because unlike ginny, we can actually see inside harry's head. we know for a fact he thinks of her as his greatest source of comfort from book six. we know for a fact he thinks of her like family since book seven. we know for a fact that she is his last thought before he freakin' dies. we do NOT know for fact that ginny thinks these things because we cannot see inside her head. while ginny's feelings for harry are an interpretation (a heavily evidence-based one for sure, duh, i'd be stupid not to think that), harry's feelings for ginny are just...reality.

it's like arguing evolution vs gravity. one is a theory, and the other is legitimately a law.

though you'll still have people argue that neither are true, and...well. welcome to the harry potter fandom.

[inkyarcturus]

For my contribution for pride month I’d like to share my personal head canons for Harry Potter characters!!!

Harry Potter: I’m gonna be honest I project on this man far too unhealthily to NOT be biased (I’ve been going by the name Harry in IRLfor 3 and a half years now I think? Bc of this man /srs) but that man’s bi with a capital B 💕💜💙 personally I enjoy seeing trans man Harry as well but unfortunately I don’t see as many fanfics of him as such :,) shoutout to all the fanfic creators I see making Harry a trans woman tho!!! I’d also love to see a genderfluid/nonbinary Harry or two!!!

Hermione Granger: trans woman!!! 🏳️‍⚧️ *crowd cheers* as for sexuality wise? I’ve seen her depicted as straight, bisexual and lesbian- and honestly I think I can see her fitting all of these!!!

Ronald Weasley: I always struggle to pinpoint what I headcanon Ron to be. I have seen a couple of people headcannoning him as a trans man 🏳️‍⚧️- referencing Molly continuing to have children until she had a girl creates perfect levels of angst for this- but I wouldn’t say it’s a permanent aspect of him inside my head. Now that I think about him a little more- I think I might headcanon him as unlabeled more than anything sexuality wise. I think he’s into women but he wouldn’t be opposed or too surprised if he developed a crush on a guy.

Luna Lovegood: She’s a lesbian 🏳️‍🌈💕 (I will occasionally accept fanfics where she is pan and is with Neville but her being a lesbian is the main headcanon) also a little gender queer in whichever way you choose 🏳️‍⚧️ sometimes I see her as genderfluid, bigender and just generally nonbinary

Ginny Weasley: bi- so so bi 💕💜💙

Draco Malfoy: Gayest motherfucker in town I’m sorry- Mr. Tells his father literally everything about Harry 💚🤍💙

Remus Lupin: bi 💕💜💙 there’s no question about that in my mind, I think he has a small preference for men but that’s it!!!

Sirius Black: He switches between using the labels queer and gay but you know that man kisses other men!!! 💚🤍💙 I know a lot of people tend to headcanon him as genderfluid which I enjoy seeing but it’s never been a main stay headcanon for me :,)

Tonks: (She/they) Lesbian and Intersex 🏳️‍🌈💕💛🟣. I’m sorry but the age gap between Remus and her in the original books make me uncomfortable- as for being intersex, I think most ppl believe being a metamorphmagus means she is automatically genderfluid, while I like seeing genderfluid representation, I think ppl often fail to acknowledge the difference between sex and gender. As a metamorphmagus, she transforms her body, her gender doesn’t seem to change w it in the books. While I like the headcanons of them being genderfluid I wish more people explored that specific idea.

Severus Snape: queer? Queer. In every sense of the word. I think most people view him as bi 💕🟣💙 which I agree with (Lily and Mulciber, also absolutely headcanon him having a crush on both Lucius AND Narcissa) but also I think he’s a little bit gender funky- I mean just look at him- no one who stands like that isn’t just cis /ref. Sev absolutely painted his nails and did eyeliner, he absolutely wore a floor length black skirt and absolutely had days where mister hit wrong in all the right places and everyone in her group helped by doing tiny things like braiding her hair and putting bat clips in it for fun 🏳️‍⚧️

Anyways speed run round 🏃

💕🟣💙: Cedric Diggory, Cho Chang (has the fandom chosen a new name for her yet?) Bill Weasley

🧡💛🤍🩵💙: Charlie Weasley, Neville? (Didn’t think of this until just now but it’s growing on me?-)

🏳️‍🌈💚🤍💙: Dean thomas, Seamus Finnegan, Dumbledore (I may not like him that much but he is gay)

🏳️‍🌈💕: Minerva Mcgonagall, Poppy Pomfrey

If I missed anyone I’m sorry :,)

Anyways!!! Join if you’d like with your own headcanons!!!

@pottistic @marriso1 (If you guys don’t wanna join w ur own headcanons that’s okay! I thought this would just be fun :P)

[romione-trope-fest]

Fic Title: Mine

Author Name: flaming-brown-witch

Selected Trope: Only One Bed, Soulmates 

Brief Summary: Could it be that Ron was kept intentionally in the dark about Hermione snogging Krum? Gryffindor girls are Gryffindors for a reason, after all. Chapter ½

Word Count: 3266

Rating: T for strong language and frank discussions of below-the-belt action, but nothing explicit.

Any Trigger Warnings: Ron being a sexist dumb-dumb

“Dean and I did it!”

Having not expected such a shrill declaration to greet her upon leaving the library, Hermione nearly dropped her loaned copy of The Companion to the Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6. She straightened up to find Ginny beaming at her. 

“No!” gasped Hermione after fully processing her dear friend’s words. Although Ginny and Dean had only been dating for less than six months, their relationship had been moving at quite a rapid rate. Still, Hermione never would have expected this. 

“Last night,” confirmed Ginny, her mug smug. 

“Well?” Hermione demanded as the two set off towards the centre of the castle. “How was it?”

Ginny’s smile faltered. “Well, it hurt. It wasn’t that great actually. But Tonks said that the first time is always like that, remember?” She adjusted the straps on her book bag and bit her bottom lip in giddy anticipation. “We’re trying again after practice tonight.”

Hermione tried to morph her features into happiness for her friend, but she had a nagging feeling that Ginny was making a huge mistake. Firstly, fifteen hardly seemed old enough to be having sex. Hermione had certainly been ill-prepared to even have that conversation when she was dating Viktor. Secondly, Hermione had a strong suspicion that Ginny’s decision to lose her virginity had less to do with her boyfriend than with one of his roommates. As Hermione’s uni-aged cousin, Patricia, often says: the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. 

Ginny could sense Hermione’s internal struggles for her smile faltered again. “Aren’t you happy for me?”

Hermione forced a smile and extended a comforting arm. “I’m happy as long as you’re happy. I’m just a bit surprised. I’d sort of always thought you’d save yourself for…”

Ginny’s eyes narrowed. “Unlike you, Hermione, I don’t have patience for a boy who will never see me as the goddess that I am.” She punctuated her words with a dramatic sweep of her hand over her body before waving it dismissively. “Or whatever rubbish they’re peddling in Witch Weekly these days.“ 

Ginny stared ahead as they walked, her face serious. "I like Dean a lot. Way more than Michael. I might even love him.”

Hermione observed Ginny’s forced determination with a pang, even more certain of her suspicions. But it was Ginny’s life after all. Hermione could provide all the advice in the world, but Ginny was ultimately responsible for her decisions. The most Hermione could do was be supportive. 

“Speaking of boys failing to see goddesses,” said Hermione, “you’d better be careful that Ron doesn’t find out.”

“Don’t worry,” Ginny hastened to assure Hermione. “Dean has no interest in getting murdered in his sleep. Anyway, I’ve got to go. I told Harry I was going to help him prepare for practice.”

Hermione stared at Ginny. 

“I don’t know why you’re giving me that look…” Ginny mumbled before taking off towards the quidditch pitch. 

On Hermione’s solitary walk to the Gryffindor common room, she reflected on how she couldn’t really blame Ginny for her “getting under someone to get over someone” strategy. After all, wasn’t that a version of what she did with Viktor? At that time, she was certain that Ron would never feel an ounce of what she felt about him. 

But things are different now, Hermione thought with gleeful anticipation as she reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. Sure, Ron and Hermione had been moving at a pace that felt inversely proportional to Ginny and Dean’s. But now that Ron was her date to Slughorn’s Christmas party, their pace—while still too slow for Hermione’s liking—had picked up perceptibly. 

The only problem was Lavender Brown. 

Lavender, who historically showed zero interest in Ron in their five years of knowing each other, began to have her eye on him when he scraped the Gryffindor house cup the year prior. Ever since he started term having grown both in height and in muscle, she had become intent on putting her body on him as well. 

Sure enough, as Hermione entered the common room, she was unsurprised to find Lavender cozied up to Ron on a couch, touching his upper arm. What did surprise Hermione was that Ron was flexing for her.   

“May I join the party?” said Hermione cooly after marching up to them. Her eyes were on Lavender’s hand on Ron's…bulge. 

At the sound of Hermione’s voice, Ron immediately stopped flexing, breaking contact as he crossed his arms tightly. He looked down at his lap as the Weasley flush crept quickly over his cheeks.  

“Sorry, Hermione,” Lavender simpered. “This is just a party for two.”

Ron turned apologetically to Lavender. “Actually, Lavender, Hermione and I do have Transfiguration homework to do.”

Lavender did not take kindly to the rejection but made an effort not to show it. “Swots,” she said airily, getting up from the couch. “It’s not even due until Wednesday. I’ll be over there when you get bored, okay?”

“‘Kay…” said Ron as he watched her go. 

“Bored already, Ron?” said Hermione, voice dripping with acid. 

Ron jerked his head up. 

“Are you kidding?” he said, reaching an arm over to pull Hermione to where Lavender was sitting. Hermione snatched her wrist back and sat down on her own accord. If Ron were slighted, he didn’t let it show. 

“I am so ready,” he said jauntily, pulling out his threadbare copy of A Guide to Advanced Transfiguration, “to tackle transfiguring large furniture. C'mon, Hermione! Let’s go!”

Hermione continued to glare. 

Ron sighed and dropped the act. “Look, she asked if she could, you know, touch it and well, I didn’t want to be rude…”

“Because you’re known for being so well-mannered,” said Hermione icily. 

Ron raised his eyebrows sheepishly and gave a harmless smile as if to provide evidence of his good manners.   

“Do you like her?”

Ron blinked at the unexpectedly blunt question. “What? Lavender? I mean…” He stared after her again. “What’s not to like?" 

"Have fun doing Transfiguration homework all by yourself, Ron,” Hermione muttered, rising from her seat. He pulled her back down with a grin. 

“Now if you’re asking if I fancy her…” Ron said, his eyes twinkling as they often do when Hermione expresses displeasure at his attempts to flirt with other girls. “Nah. I reckon you know who I fancy.”

He observed the impact of his words with a small smile and a blush. Hermione—as much as her heart fluttered at the bold move, arguably the boldest to date—refused to give him any credit for the half-admission. 

“No, I don’t, Ron, because you never tell me who you fancy." 

"I don’t?” he asked, feigning surprise. “Well, I will.”

“When?”

“At Slughorn’s party. After…there’ll be easy access to liquor at that party, won’t there?”

“I suppose?” said Hermione as if it were a question. 

“I’ll tell you after a shot…no, two shots of firewhiskey, I reckon.”

She shoved him and as she dropped her hand, she let it linger dangerously close to his. “Tell me now,” she said in a pouty voice that she liked to think was more appealing than anything in Lavender’s book.

Hopefully, Ron agreed, for his eyes flashed with excitement as he took in their almost-touching fingers. Hermione’s heart raced, but Ron simply shook his head with a broad and bashful grin. “After two shots of firewhiskey. Take it or leave it, Hermione."  

Hermione rolled her eyes but accepted the terms. At least she had a deadline to work with. And a zing went through her body upon the realization that she could get a lot more than a romantic confession out of two shots of firewhiskey. 

Cracking open her own copy of A Guide to Advanced Transfiguration, Hermione asked, "So we have, what, forty-five minutes before you dash off to practice?”

Ron stiffened at the mention of practice. “Yeah,” he said, turning his attention back to his textbook. “Wow, Hermione, look! The theorem for Switch’s rule about inorganic transfiguration. How fascinating…" 

Hermione, deciding to not push back on the change of topic, smiled. "It is fascinating, actually…”

“You’re so abnormal,” chuckled Ron, ducking a blow Hermione aimed at his head. 

As the pair delved into their Transfiguration homework, Hermione reveled in the shift in the air between them. Every joke, touch, and look was tinged with the excitement of what was to come. Suddenly, Christmas felt like it couldn’t come fast enough. 

Not even twelve hours later, however, Hermione’s hopes were completely dashed.

—

The following morning, as Hermione engaged in her customary wait for her boys to amble down for breakfast, she was surprised to see Harry come down solo. 

“Ron, er, had a bit of a late start today,” he explained. “Reckon he didn’t sleep well.”

“Practice was that bad, was it?” she said, staring concernedly towards the boys’ spiral staircase. 

Harry exhaled a profound breath. “You could say that.”

When Ron finally came down, he made a beeline to the portrait hole without a single glance towards his friends. 

Harry, who seemed wholly unsurprised by this behavior, took off after Ron as a deeply confused Hermione followed suit.

Breakfast was a dreadful affair. The minute Hermione sat next to Ron, she immediately regretted it. Shifting as far as he could without touching the fifth year sitting next to him, Ron kept his eyes on his plate, his jaw set, refusing to utter a word to either of them. 

Hermione looked to Harry helplessly, who shrugged weakly before also beginning to work through his eggs and bacon silently. 

Halfway through her breakfast, Hermione tried to engage. “Ron, I took too many eggs, do you mind…?”

Ron, who typically would have wasted no time in tipping the contents of Hermione’s plate onto his own, looked at her coolly and said, “No, thanks. I’m not interested in your leftovers.”

Hermione froze. It sounded like a double entendre. Judging by Harry’s reaction, which was to choke on his orange juice, he knew what Ron was referring to. 

“Hey, er, Hermione,” said Harry quickly after he recovered. “Can you check my homework for McGonagall? I don’t know if I did those bonus equations right about human transfigurations.”

Hermione regarded Harry for a moment before extending an expecting hand. Perhaps this was how she could curry favor with him to convince him to explain Ron’s behavior later. It was also a welcome distraction from Ron (although Ron did scoff when Hermione asked Harry to trust her about an answer that confused him, causing Hermione to almost spiral into an over-analysis about the action). 

Although Hermione was not able to get an explanation from Harry before the start of Transfiguration, the class provided a reprieve from Ron’s baleful glances, as the trio was too focused on their task of transforming desks into bookshelves. 

As they set off for their next class, Hermione attempted to break the ice again. “Well, that was a lot easier than we thought it was going to be, wasn’t it?" 

Ron was quick with a scathing response. "Yeah, we all know you find a lot of things easy, Hermione.”

Harry inhaled sharply and shook his head in disbelief. “Mate…”

“What in the world is that supposed to mean?” cried Hermione. 

“Figure it out for yourself,” Ron growled before stalking off to their next class. 

Hermione glared at Harry, who looked worn. 

“C'mon,” he muttered, grabbing Hermione’s arm. “We don’t want to be late…" 

Hermione started walking with Harry but stopped after a few steps. She was not going to put Harry’s comfort over her need for answers. "No." 

Harry looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and resignation. 

"I’m not moving until you explain to me what the hell is going on with Ron! I know you know, Harry!”

With a sigh and great reluctance, Harry recounted running into Ginny and Dean in an amorous embrace after practice (even in her despair, Hermione noted the coldness with which Harry uttered the latter’s name), Ron’s overreaction, and how Hermione was invoked in Ginny’s mocking of Ron’s inexperience. 

“…and then she mentioned that you had snogged Krum…”

Hermione clapped a hand to her mouth. The meaning behind every single one of Ron’s passive-aggressive actions that morning clicked immediately. “She did?”

Harry nodded grimly. 

Hermione’s cheeks grew hot. “Is that all she mentioned?” she whispered fearfully. 

“There’s more?” exclaimed Harry, horrified. At Hermione’s affronted expression, he turned a deep red and began to stammer. “I-I mean…n-not that…y-you can do…none of my…it’s just…Ron…" 

He indicated weakly in the direction of their next class. Hermione decided that Harry was worth saving.  

"Ron would go out of his mind if he knew,” she said, more matter-of-factly than she felt. 

“Absolutely ballistic,” Harry agreed desperately. 

Hermione groaned. “Which is why he was never supposed to know about anything. I told Ginny to keep it a secret." 

Hermione had been very careful to hide from Ron the true nature of her relationship with Viktor Krum. Since the ball, Ron had made several attempts to uncover it, the last one almost a year ago during the Christmas holiday. 

"Did your boyfriend ever get back to you?” he had asked, abrasive and without any preamble, as they were clearing the dinner table. He was referring to the letter Hermione had just sent Viktor right before the holiday started.

“Viktor is not my boyfriend, Ron,” Hermione responded. “We’re just friends.”

“Really?” His eyes were pleading. Hermione knew then, without a doubt, how heartbroken he would have been to know how far they were from “just friends” the year prior. 

“Yes,” she had asserted, trying to convince the uncomfortable knot in her stomach that she wasn’t lying. 

Ron nodded and visibly relaxed. Neither had brought up Viktor again.  

“Look,” Harry said, “can you just…talk to Ginny about this? And, er, leave me out of it please…”

Hermione affirmed Harry with a single nod, which he received with a grateful smile. 

“What,” Hermione hissed to Ginny an hour later, intercepting Ginny’s path to Herbology, “gave you the right to tell Ron that I snogged Viktor after I swore you to secrecy about our relationship?”

Ginny’s eyes bulged. “What? Did Ron—?”

“I wormed it out of Harry.”

“Well,” said Ginny defensively, “he was being a complete prat when he and Harry barged into me and Dean in a completely deserted corridor, basically calling me a slut for just snogging my boyfriend, so I had to retaliate, didn’t I? It just slipped out. I’m sorry!”

“Well, you should be sorry!” Hermione spat. “Sorry for your chances at a Gryffindor victory!”

Ginny’s eyebrows furrowed. “What are you on about?”

Hermione scoffed. “Do you really think rubbing Ron’s sexual inexperience in his face when he’s already been playing abysmally was any good for your chances this Saturday?" 

"Oh, come on,” said Ginny but she sounded nervous. “I’m sure he can’t get any worse than he has been.”

—

After practice, Ginny barged into Hermione’s dormitory. “I was wrong. He was worse. He was much worse.”

She collapsed onto Hermione’s bed and groaned into her hands. Hermione, who had been reviewing for transfiguration, returned to her task and beat the urge to say “I told you so.”

Ginny sat up and turned toward Hermione, eyes desperate. “You can fix this.”

“Me? How? He’s not even talking to me.”

Ginny took a deep breath. “You need to shag him.”

Hermione’s jaw dropped. “What?”

“It’s simple. You two finally shag, we win the match, everyone’s happy.”

Hermione laughed. “Maybe you should take a pause with Dean. Sex is clearly taking over your mind.”

Ginny looked at Hermione sourly. “I got this idea from you actually. When you mentioned that being reminded of his inexperience was no good for his keeping. Logically, the opposite must be true as well.”

Although Hermione could not argue with that logic, she remained deeply troubled. 

“Hermione,” said Ginny, grabbing her arm with urgency. “I know you know that this could work. Ron’s got all this pent-up energy hanging ‘round you all the time and being too gormless to do anything about it. Now that I think about it, that has to be why he started choking during practice.” She shrugged, helping herself to Hermione’s evening snack of Nougat Chunks. “He was fine before you asked him to Slughorn’s party. It’s obvious that a good shagging is exactly what he needs to boost his confidence.”

“And you think I can give him that good shagging with all the experience I have in that area?” Hermione shrieked.

Ginny shrugged again. “Honestly, you don’t really have to do much. Even if you just lie there, they’ll still have at least a decent time, I reckon.”

Hermione huffed and crossed her arms. “Absolutely not. How dare you ask me to…to prostitute myself for a Gryffindor victory? Least of all for someone who I’m not sure I like very much right now.”

Ginny rolled her eyes, having endured variations of the final statement for years.  “Look, even Harry thinks the idea has merit.”

Hermione’s jaw dropped yet again. “You talked to Harry about this?” she cried, turning red. 

“Yes,” Ginny wailed, turning red herself. “And it was an extremely uncomfortable conversation. This is how desperate the situation is. Please, Hermione.”

“No, Ginny. I’m sorry for not being as sexually liberated as you are,” she added drily. Ginny scowled. “Call me old-fashioned but I’d like to be on talking terms with your brother, perhaps kiss a little first before getting completely naked with him!”

Ginny opened her mouth to respond just as the door to the dormitory opened. As Lavender entered, Ginny’s lips curled into a wicked smile.  

“Well, then if you won’t do it…”

“Ginny…” warned Hermione. 

“Oi, Lavender,” Ginny called. “You’re a slag, aren’t you?”

Lavender gave Ginny a cool once-over. “It takes one to know one, Ginny.”

“Would you consider shagging—?”

“Fine, I’ll do it, you evil, evil bitch,” snapped Hermione, glaring at Ginny. Ginny beamed back. 

Hermione threw Lavender a dirty look. Lavender flashed them a smile that was as full of understanding as it was fake.

“If this is about shagging your brother,” she drawled as she sauntered towards her bed and settled in, “just tell him to find me if he wants someone who actually knows what she’s doing.”

And with a dainty flick of her wand, Lavender’s curtains swung shut. 

Hermione looked at Ginny with intent to murder. 

“Come on, don’t look at me like that,” Ginny beseeched. “She’s been hovering over him like a vulture. If you don’t do anything, it’s only a matter of time before she gets her talons in him, don’t you think? Especially now that he’s all cross with you because of Krum?”

“Thanks to you,” said Hermione bitterly. But as loath Hermione was to give Ginny credit for anything at the moment, the problem of Lavender was indeed her most valid point.

“Trust me, Hermione,” smirked Ginny, leaning back on her elbows and emanating the type of confidence only endemic to those who get laid. “You will be thanking me after this plan goes well." 

Then, remembering her relationship to the subject of the plan in question, she shuddered violently. "And this is the last time we ever discuss you shagging my brother.”

Ginny eventually left, leaving Hermione to agonize over how on earth she was going to bridge the chasm between her and Ron enough to bring sex to the table. As she turned her attention back to transfiguration, her eyes landed on a photo of a pillow being transformed into an ornate bed. 

“Cubilious…” Hermione whispered, and an idea sparked to life.

[joannerowling]

funny that she would say "Tell me something about Dean. You can't, can you? He had no backstory," when Dean gets the most characterization out of all the Gryffindors (minus the trio + Neville). we don't know much about Seamus, besides that he loves Quidditch, that he isn't brilliant at school, that his mom is annoying and that he seems to like confrontation. that's very basic info. we don't know much about Parvati and Lavender besides that they are pretty girly, love divination, are interested in boys (and that Lavender had a bunny). i don't think we know much about both of them individually either (but that's okay because they are kind of like a codependent female duo, every school has those). but DEAN? he loves football, he is a good drawer, he is good at quidditch, but he is also a fierce fighter and has no hesitation standing up to people like Umbridge when she insults Lupin. like, come on, there is a reason why ginny choses to date him and there's a reason why Harry hates him so much -- Dean is the archetype of the nice, popular boy made up in a lab for Harry to be jealous about! he is the Gryffindor version of Cedric, in that sense. "We don't know much about Dean" he literally gets more "screentime" than every other Gryffindor (minus the trio + Neville). Dean was in the Malfoy's manor. Dean was on the run with the goblins and Ted in DH, we literally get a scene where the trio overhears him and it's such a poignant and moving scene!! Dean was at Bill and Fleur's cottage. Dean was Ginny's boyfriend. Dean was on the Quidditch team. Dean was in the AD. Dean was literally the most relevant secondary character in ootp, hbp and dh (as far as the Gryffindors are concerned). Not to mention that he has a fully fleshed out backstory - his dad was killed for refusing to join Voldemort and Dean was raised thinking he was a muggle but he finds out it's not true (we actually do get to hear some echo of this backstory in that DH scene when the trio overhears him talking to the goblins and Ted).

"He had no backstory, I don't think we even met his parents, he was just "Seamus' nicer friend"." this is projection. this is not how Dean is treated in canon, but this is how Dean is treated by the fandom. the fandom constantly overlooks Dean and ruined his characterization to make him look like Seamus' nice friend when he actually has a personality of his own and is more interesting as a character than Seamus. now, as a former Popular Deamus Blogger, i can tell you the reasons why the fandom prefers seamus over dean sooo much is a bit suspicious but i don't want to wave around the racism allegations.... but they do constantly uwu-ify Dean and reduce him to Seamus' friend while Seamus receives significantly more attention from the fandom. canon doesn't justify this, if we were to follow canon, then Dean would be the one getting more attention and fanfictions than Seamus. (Dean also has great potential for fanfictions as you can also ship him with Luna) Anyway, all this to say that this woman probably forgot all about the books and is going on a whim about fanon characterization. I'm mad she turned off reblogs because I was ready to go out of my HP blogging retirement to defend my lord and savior Dean Thomas, the best background character in HP

Girl!! In the name of all Rowlingblr, i would like to appoint you head of the Dean Thomas fanclub. That was some good fangirling.

I didn't know that Dean was currently or in some fandom spaces LESS popular than Seamus. I always thought the opposite was true! Seamus is kind of annoying and confrontational in canon. Dean is way cooler and could have been the hero of his own story. Dean x Luna had its hour of glory circa 2007 (post DH release), it was definitely a guilty pleasure of mine.

I think people who get all up Jo's ass about Lavender and Parvati being kind of vapid and annoying need to take a chill pill. It's not like they're on Pansy's level of mean and hateful, they're just not heroines. God forbid a story imply that focusing on gossip, fashion and horoscopes might not make you a role model.

[lunatheseus]

Endgame Couples in Harry Potter that I often wonder about - rambles and questions

Angelina Johnson & George Weasley:

Angelina eventually marries her late boyfriend's brother?

I'm curious as to how that even happens. What's the thought process behind that for her? What about how George feels about it?

Like- girl ended up with her dead boyfriend minus one ear and half of his livelihood gone...

Don't get me wrong, George definitely deserves a great life and future...

But also, (for George) how do you date your dead brother's girlfriend in the first place?

Idk the only real "solution" is that they helped each other through the grieving process of Fred's death???

Bill Weasley & Fleur Delacour

I can't say I'm well versed in the details of their relationship but... it's definitely interesting.

They definitely have relationship goals moments:

They met by chance: at Gringotts as coworkers

Fought alongside each other during the war

THE WEDDING

But also...

Bill caught Fleur's eye when she was in the Triwizard Tournament: Fleur was 17 Bill was 24 💀💀

How'd that even happen????

Like- whaaaat?

That means that Bill was 18 when Fleur was just starting school at Beauxbatons (which I assume was when she was 11)...

I mean- in hindsight, it's not that bad... but I wish we got more or a build up yk?

Like- Charlie was literally working at the Triwizard Tournament because of the Dragons... how did she not meet him first?

Ginny Weasley & Harry Potter

No. They had an amazing setup, but no.

It's like dating your younger sister.

There was also no buildup, chemistry, or reason.

I also thought the saving Ginny from Tom Riddle was supposed to be a nod at the "Handsome Prince saves the Damsel in Distress" trope... yeah no.

Also, Ginny literally disappears and has no relevance/importance to the stories after that, only becoming relevant when she started dating Dean Thomas (which I personally thought was cute) and Harry suddenly realized that he was in love with her all of a sudden. There's no buildup, and they had no chemistry in the supposed romantic scenes...

They honestly just did Ginny dirty....

Nymphadora Tonks & Remus Lupin

Ouch. This made me cry.

Ok I get that the 13 year difference is a bit odd... but to some degree it makes sense:

Remember that Tonks' mother married for love, even if it was out of the norm. Tonks is literally continuing the legacy lol

Lupin and Tonks were both outcasts, they relate to each other and appreciate their uniqueness

Anyway, their sacrifice was brutal but also devastatingly beautiful

[handledwithgloves]

I think it's because Ron doesn't have a strong secondary ship ?

Like, I see many drarry stans (nowadays) that instead of tearing ginny apart ship her with luna or even with some other slytherin character. I'm a hinny fan but I also like some drarry. But anyway, I see many dramione stans putting hinny as a secondary ship as a way of saying "no I actually don't hate Weasleys! I just hate Ron" which annoys me because if there's one thing about both harry and ginny as characters is that they love ron so much.

i think the only ron ship i know is ron/blaise, but even then, very small ship. and yes same i see a lot of ginny/luna, ginny/pansy, ginny/dean, ginny/other, etc. when it comes to drarry. sometimes ginny is just single and that's ok too.

i also like hinny, but using hinny as an excuse to say "i don't hate all weasleys!" is just wack fr like u said they love ron sm and would never tolerate ron slander! all of the weasleys would hate you if you hated ron, including harry and hermione, heck probs even fluer. he might fall into the background of his busy family but they would never home alone him bc he's their punching bag and no one elses lolol

ok enough weasley family slander, honestly if you can't find a pair for the character u dont want in ur main ship, and ur too lazy to write in an oc, just making them stay single is fine. why do u have to go and make ron a pos? he's stuck by both hermione and harry's side majority of their lives it doesn't make sense if suddenly he's horrible bc 'umm plot reasons and i want hermione to get with someone else'.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

What are your favourite Harry Potter ships? 🙃

Honestly, I'm like, super picky about my Harry ships, and then with everyone else, it's like: "🤷‍♀️ yeah, you can get with whoever,"

As with all shipping discussions, these are just my personal opinions about various ships and they do change and evolve over time as I accidentally convince myself of more ships.... so, yeah.

For Harry:

Nottpott (Harry Potter x Theo Nott) is my number one (even if I wrote basically everything I read about them).

Tomarry/Harrymort is a pairing I do enjoy but it isn't my top pick for either of them (most of the HP fics I used to read were Tomarry/Harrymort).

Rarry — I like them as a concept, though I've never read fics for them and I don't want them together in canon.

For other characters, I have ships I have read fics about them:

Prongsfoot (I honestly believe one-sided prongsfoot is canon, I think Sirius was in love with James. Some of the evidence is mentioned here)

Jillypad

Snilly

Snirius

Then, I have the bizarre rarepairs I somehow landed on, but are near and dear to my heart:

Ron x Luna — I honestly don't know why, but it works in my head.

Sirius x Barty Crouch Jr — this one makes sense in my head, I don't think they have fics, but I have reasons for this, namely this post and its sequel. (I ship them post Azkaban, btw)

Tom Riddle/Voldemort x Alphard Black — I blame @iamnmbr3.

Sirius x Rabastan Lestrange — another ship I have no idea how I got into, but I'm here.

Ron x Susan Bones — yet another ship I somehow stumbled into that I don't think has a fanbase at all.

And then ships I like in canon well enough, but I never looked for fics about them:

Bill x Fleur

Romione

Remadora 

Jilly

Grindeldore (Just for the hot summer romance to tragedy pipeline)

Ginny x Dean (I think they were better together than Hinny, but that's probably just me)

Lucius x Narcissa

Bellatrix x Rodolphus

Molly x Arthur

Neville x Hannah Abbott

And ships I like well enough, but not enough to read fics about them that aren't canon:

Seamus x Dean (I was so close to place it in the canon ships)

Susan Bones x Hannah Abbott

Ginny x Blaise Zabini

Hermione x Terry Boot

I'm fine with most ships, honestly, like, there are very few ships I truly dislike, but these are the ones I like better off the top of my head, as I'm sure I'm missing some with my multishipper tendencies. (As you can see, I love the NPCs)

[seriousbrat]

I suppose we need to look at "dating" with the aforementioned awkward teenage lenses, which makes things simultaneously not-that-big-of-a-deal and the biggest-deal-in-the-world. I'm sure adult Harry would look back on his awkward time with Cho and think "merlin, did that even count as dating?" - but for all intents and purposes, a teenage jury could decide that yes, they briefly dated. Hell, in teenage years, Ron had a long-term relationship with Lavender.

Maybe people get a bit stuck on the fact that you don't have to be in ride-or-die love to date someone? Fandom is sometimes obsessed with soulmate-ships and extremely intense relationships.

I am also not a fan of James and Lily being each other's first. Feels like people are either extremely traditional, or trying to look at potential previous relationships as adults. Yes, there'd be no time for other long-term, deeply in love, committed partners, accounting for courting, dating, breaking up, and healing. But teenagers are not like that. Ginny dated Michael Corner and Dean Thomas! Hermione dated Krum and Cormac!

The Marauders and Lily were fun and popular and did not carry the weight of being the Chosen One. I'm sure they all had something going on for themselves, as I for one count "kissing a couple of times and going on two or three awkward dates in hogsmeade" as one of the many forms of teen dating.

Exactly, that's kind of what I was trying to say (though I didn't express it very well lol.) What counts as "dating" for teenagers is very different than what it typically means to adults.

Feels like people are either extremely traditional, or trying to look at potential previous relationships as adults.

Yeah, I think so too tbh. There's a middle ground, which is what I was trying to get at (my brain really wasn't in the mood for coherent replies yesterday rip) which I think is very common for teens. Like at that age even just kissing can be terrifying haha. Anyway, I think for me it feels most realistic for James and Lily to each have had at least one of those short-lived adolescent relationships before getting together, but nothing an adult would consider serious.

This is why it's so silly to me when James is written as a suave womaniser (Sirius used to be written that way too but not recently lol, at least for him it kind of makes sense.) Once I read something where James was famous among Gryffindor girls for being a good lover like bro is a sixteen year old boy be fr. But that aside I do see him as honestly pretty insecure about girls deep down, and I think he'd have been quite nervous his first time. And again pretty nervous and hesitant around Lily.

[seriouslysam8]

The only time I find teenage sex weird is when it doesn’t fit the character. For example I read a fic once where Ginny lost her virginity to Dean and didn’t enjoy it but did it because it made him happy. Previous to her relationship with Dean she allowed other guys to feel her up, because according to the writer she wanted to make a name for herself and didn’t want to be known as “(insert name of Wesley brother) little sister” (the writer was a male… surprise, surprise). She doesn’t tell Harry until it comes out as in the daily prophet and Dean was the one who leaked it out.

First off, it’s made clear canon Ginny is a romantic at heart, I cannot see her sleeping with someone she doesn’t love. I don’t think her and Dean were ever in love as there’s lots of problems within their relationship, and I think she started to notice around Christmas time Harry was starting to pay attention to her. There was probably some denial and a few attempts on her end to make sure it was true, but I think when she finally acknowledged it and that was then when her and Dean’s relationships fell apart. He became one of those guys who is a really nice guy and you don’t know how to call it quits so you find the smallest reason to end it.

Secondly, Ginny saying she’s going to make a name for herself by snogging, copping a feel, with a bunch of guys seemed like lowkey trying to slut shame a girl and do you really think that’s the only way a girl can make a fucking name for herself? There was so many different avenues that make Ginny great like her mental strength is phenomenal, her bravery, her heart, her personality, her intelligence, and her quidditch skills.

Even though Harry and Ginny’s relationship was for 6-7 weeks in canon, you can tell that it was a lot more intense than either of them had experienced. I think it’s equivalent to finding the missing piece in your life. I don’t think they had sex then, but I do think they did other things. With teenage hormones and how intensely they felt about each other (they were basically in love) I could see it happening if they spent another month together.

Now with Brumous, I think Harry’s biggest fear is Voldemort is going to see what is happening through his eyes if they do take their relationship further or try to possess him at that moment. I think that would be Harry’s biggest fear because that would traumatized Ginny in a way that he would fear she wouldn’t be able to separate Tom from him. I don’t think this will stop their hands from wandering and doing other things, but I don’t see them having sex until the Horcrux is removed or until Harry feels confident about his ability to block Voldemort out (even though I don’t think Voldemort can penetrate his mind when he’s snogging Ginny because of the love he has for her makes it that much harder for poor old Voldy). If they can’t remove the Horcrux by the time Harry has to leave for the hunt I could see them taking the next step in their relationship. I think at that point it would be something they both need to get them by all the time they’ll be spending apart. I don’t think it would be gross or awkward because of their age. I think it would kind of fit into their characters and would make sense. I know they are teenagers however, I think mentally they’re a lot older than anyone their age.

Anyways that’s just my two cents, sorry for the long post 😅

I love the long thought out posts!!

I think I’m just old and it’s weird for me to write Hinny that young, ya know??

[thomas-sanders-shipname-glossary]

The Plan so far

So, this blog was a very spontaneous idea I had yesterday (very late in the evening). So I took some time to think it through today, as well as get some more lists from other Fanders.

The plan now is to first create lists for the separate facets of the Thomas Sanders fandom, i.e. Sanders Sides, Shorts Characters, Cartoon Therapy and Roleslaying with Roman. (I'm sorry that this means I need to split up Remy and Emile for now, we'll get to crossovers later.)

For that to work, I need a comprehensive list of characters first. So this is my call for your help! I'll put a list of who I got so far after the cut and you can reply to this post or send me an ask about more characters I can/should include!

I'm really happy with the positive reactions I got for creating this blog, thank you for your support! 💗💙💖💙💜💛💚

Sanders Sides:

Patton

Roman

Logan

Virgil

Janus

Remus

Orange

Thomas

Nico

King

Dragon Witch (unsure if I should include her but if I do, this is where she'll be)

I know King is most commonly used as a sort of fusion of Roman and Remus but for the purposes of this list, I will see him as an entirely separate character and as such include ships between him and Roman and/or Remus.

Shorts Characters

Remy - Sleep

Teal/Teagan - Teacher

Dayd - Dad

Pryce - Prince

Andy - Anxiety

Dice/Anton/Cedric - The Critic

Linda - Thomas' Cowlick

Missy - Misleading Compliments

Nathan - Crimefighter Dude

Detective Sanders (from this series which I found through this post by @loganslowdown4!)

Percy/Magenta - Printer

Harley/Hart - Heart

Immy - Immune System

Brian - Brain

Dean - Denial

Sabina - Spam Bot

Ishmael - Ice Machine

Jasper - GPS

Scot - Scam Likely

Wieland - WIP

Phaelan - Phone

Fane - Fan

Steven - Electric Stapler

Ace - Action Hero that can't catch things

Rian - Rain

Mike - Microwave

Nessy - Illness

Apollo - Sun

Jericho - Moon

Taz / Tucker - Task

Bouce/Boucy - The Bouncing Ball

Anton - Antagonist

Pranks - Disney/Pokémon Pranks

Asher/Rudolph - Christmas

Jasper - Thanksgiving

Months

Jaana - January

Fabian - Feburary

Mara - March

April - April

May - May

Junie - June

Julia/Julian - July

Augusta/Augustus - August

Seth/Ember - September

Toby - October

Nove - November

Demetri/Odessa - December

Zodiacs

Ariel/Ari - Aries

Leona/Leonard/Leo - Leo

Candace/Candy - Cancer

Phillipa/Pip/Pippy - Pisces

Schuyler/Sky - Scorpio

Tara - Taurus

Sarah/Sally - Sagittarius

Caprice - Capricorn

Gemma - Gemini

Virginia/Ginny - Virgo

Liberty/Libby - Libra

Quinn - Aquarius

Cartoon Therapy (as far as I know, all the characters in this series are adults)

Emile Picani

Elliot

Mitchel (I don't actually know if that's how you spell his name)

Dot

Larry

Sloane

Corbin

Kai

Lauren

Sam

Roleslaying with Roman

Roman of Reston

Youngblood

Noise

??? (Mike)

Flow

Britney

Djembe

Bob Normie

Criss

Cross

Mother

Bard King

Ryker

There are many more characters in the series of course, but I do not know which it makes sense to include here, so please let me know! Also if there is another part of the fandom I forgot to include entirely.

[dhr-ao3]

Of Harm and Healing

Of Harm and Healing https://ift.tt/vTfPmCi by thepotterfamily “And the opponent, weighing in at 93 kilograms, this cold blooded killer was trained in the trenches of war. The Death Eater himself… Draco Malfoy!” The syllables in his name stretched out beyond Hermione’s comprehension as an overwhelming roar of boos ripped through the crowd. Hermione’s vision swirled as she tried to make sense of what she saw. Who she saw. *** Post War AU. Where Hermione is a St. Mungo's healer in the middle of wooing a donor for her ward when she's brought to an underground duelling club where one Draco Malfoy is a top combatant on his way to a title. But when Draco gets hurt with Hermione is in the audience, she can't help but try and heal this broken man. Words: 8317, Chapters: 1/20, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Padma Patil, Daphne Greengrass, Lucius Malfoy, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Astoria Greengrass Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Daphne Greengrass/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Healer Hermione Granger, Auror Harry Potter, Supportive Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy Needs a Hug, Draco Malfoy & Pansy Parkinson Friendship, Good Friend Blaise Zabini, Hermione Granger & Pansy Parkinson Friendship, Slow Burn Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Canon Divergence - Post-Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, runic magic, underground wizard fight club, Draco really really wants to please Lucius, Hermione is going to break some magical laws with RESEARCH, Lucius takes a keen interest in Hermione's abilities, not in a creepy way via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/zILd2GR September 11, 2024 at 07:58AM