#fremione longing

[bccksmarts]

I was chilling in bed last night and I randomly started quoting my girlie,,, that's how you KNOW the muse is actually coming back and I'm so HAPPY ABOUT IT

[duplicitywrites]

Kind of insane how…long I’ve been lingering around tom riddle fanfiction. It’s worrying. It’s amazing. My dad gave me his old iPhone in sixth grade and it basically ruined my life /lh. I remember sitting in some store in the mall, waiting for my parents to pick out a watch or shirt or whatever, while I read tom riddle x oc fanfiction on fanfiction.net. I remember evenings where all I did was read tom riddle/hermione granger ( which…yeah ). I remember slacking off studying for my sixth grade mid terms by reading Tom Riddle x OC fics on quotev. Mind you, I was also reading Draco x hermione/OC and the odd Fremione or George x oc fics as well, but tom riddle dominated my fanfiction consumption. I think the only period of time where I just- stopped reading anything tom-related was a couple of months in seventh grade where I by accident started reading drarry and became very quickly obsessed with it ( and as my internet history will show, I may still have an on and off obsession with drarry lmao ). I abandoned pretty much every single ship I used to read pre-drarry and became a full-time mlm fanfic consumer. Then I finally decided to brave ao3 and there was even MORE drarry to read, and it was miles better than anything I’d read yet. I really don’t remember how I started reading tomarry. I think it was because I was slacking off studying for my eighth grade mid terms lmao and I saw the tag and thought ‘why not?’ And here I am. More years of my life, gone to you Tom. You never could be satisfied by an obsession with a half life. You want it all. I want it all.

can’t wait to be reading taco fics in hospice care

thank you anon for your life story, i salute every step of your journey whole heartedly 🫡

as a kid we didn't have wifi at home for the longest time because my dad refused to get it, so when i was at school i saved dozens of chapters on my phone so later when i was in bed supposed to be sleeping i could read fanfic instead LOL

another funny thing is while i had slash ships in other fandoms, i never had a slash ship in hp until tomarry! i've always liked harry-centric fics, but i suppose i never found the perfect match for him until tom | vee 🥰

also that last sentence took me out LMAO you and me in hospice care together buddy 🤝🏼 taco forever

[jayzfort]

Remember that time? || Panville

A/N- I've decided to embark on a series of short drabbles centered on non-canon ships, such as Panville, Fremione, Harmione, and Druna. However, my main focus will be on Panville/Fremione. These drabbles will each have a specific theme. For example, in 'Remember when?', we'll take a trip down memory lane with Pansy and Neville, tracing their journey throughout the years. As for Fred and Hermione, I'm contemplating a similar approach. Perhaps we'll witness them navigating the complexities of married life, with Fred as the proprietor of a joke shop and Hermione serving as the Minister of Magic. Also, the pictures I have used, are not mine. Credits to the original artists. If at all anyone wishes for me to tag the artists, please let me know. Thank you.

Remember when we met accidentally?

Pansy observed her husband, Neville, tending to the plants in their backyard from the kitchen window. Setting aside her dishwashing duties, she abandoned the dishes and the drying cloth and made her way to the backyard greenhouse. Leaning against the door frame, she watched Neville potting a Belladonna plant with his back turned to her. It had become a habit for Pansy to twist her wedding band around her finger, a silent reassurance that despite the trials they faced after the war, everything had turned out alright. She had transformed into a better person.

Smiling at the sight of Neville engrossed in his botanical pursuits, she decided to playfully comment, "Nice arse you've got there, Mr. Longbottom." Startled, Neville turned to her, his face flushing red. Despite his heroics during the war, Pansy loved how her remarks could still make him blush. "Why thank you, but please, keep your comments to yourself. My wife won't be too happy; she's very possessive," he replied with a chuckle.

"That I am, and perhaps you should relay that message to the young women who flirt with you every time you visit Diagon Alley," Pansy retorted matter-of-factly, earning another laugh from Neville as he wiped his hands on a rag. "I'm going to miss you, Nev," she murmured, resting her head on his chest.

"Don't worry, love. I'll only be gone for a month, and then you'll join me," Neville reassured her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "A month is a long time. You're choosing your Hogwarts plants over your wife. I'll remember that the next time you come asking for plant-growing potions," Pansy joked softly.

"Parkinson, who taught you to be so dramatic? Aren't you supposed to be the independent pureblood woman you were raised to be?" Neville teased, gently tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Shut up, Longbottom," she replied, rising on her tiptoes to kiss him.

"Baby, Remember when we met after the war?" she asked softly, her gaze lingering on their wedding bands, which gleamed in the sunlight filtering into the greenhouse.

"Please have a seat, Pansy," Headmistress McGonagall instructed as Pansy entered her office, her mind swirling with apprehension. After clearing up the potions desk following her last class with the fourth-year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, Pansy had received a summons from the Headmistress via her patronus, leaving her feeling uneasy throughout dinner. With the recent capture of ex-Death Eaters, even those who had previously been granted leniency, Pansy couldn't shake the feeling that she might be called in for questioning as well.

"May I come in?" Pansy politely knocked on the door before entering the office, where she greeted McGonagall before taking a seat opposite the headmistress.

"Pansy, I have some news that I would like to discuss with you first," McGonagall began, her tone serious. Pansy nodded, her nerves evident as she fidgeted with her nails, a habit she had developed during the war when feeling anxious.

"I hope you remember Mister Longbottom, Neville Longbottom," McGonagall began, and Pansy couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at the mention of that name. It was a name that haunted her, stirring up memories of regret and remorse every time it crossed her path – in newspapers, in crowds, anywhere. She had often fantasized about approaching him, falling to her knees, and pleading for his forgiveness for the countless reasons that weighed heavily on her conscience – from the taunts she had subjected him to during their school years to her inability to intervene when the Carrows tortured him during the war.

"Yes, Professor," Pansy replied, her voice catching in her throat. She felt an uncomfortable lump forming, rendering her speechless as she could do little more than nod in response to McGonagall's words.

"I have decided to appoint him as the Herbology professor after the Christmas break. Pomona took immediate retirement after she broke her leg going to the greenhouses last week." The revelation that Neville would be taking on the role caught Pansy off guard. It was an unexpected twist.

"I hope you have no problem, considering you'll be colleagues with an ex-classmate," McGonagall concluded. Pansy felt a mix of emotions flood over her. On one hand, she was relieved to be spared from questioning. On the other, she was apprehensive about facing Neville, the person she owed so many apologies to. Masking her true feelings with a practiced smile, she replied in a professional tone honed from years of navigating the intricacies of pureblood society.

"Of course, it will be delightful to have a colleague with whom I've shared seven years of classes," she said, rising from her seat and exiting the room.

Fast forward to the Christmas break, with most students having returned home for the holidays, Neville had arrived and was settling in. He easily mingled with the other teachers, who quickly warmed up to him. Even the few students staying behind during the break found themselves drawn to Neville's friendly and amiable demeanor.

However, it seemed that Professor Parkinson, Head of Slytherin and Potions Master of Hogwarts, was the only one giving the new professor the cold shoulder. It wasn't intentional; she simply couldn't bring herself to approach him and pretend that the past hadn't happened.

Rumors began circulating among the sixth and seventh year girls, the ones known for their mischief, suggesting that Pansy and Neville had attempted to date in their seventh year but had a falling out. Little did they know, their seventh year was overshadowed by the war.

One day, a deep voice interrupted her thoughts, a voice that belonged to a tall, broad-shouldered, handsome man. Neville Longbottom stood in her office, a sight that caught her off guard. He exuded confidence, with his sharp jawline, disheveled sandy hair, and muscular arms straining against his rolled-up sleeves. My god, he was going to be the death of her.

"Neville—sorry, Professor Longbottom? Uh, how may I help you? Please, come in," she stammered, trying to compose herself. But facing Neville, now transformed into a confident and striking man, was proving difficult. His presence seemed to fill the room, and she found herself unable to meet his gaze.

"Sorry, Professor, I was caught off guard. How may I help you?" she continued, turning away to busy herself with potion ingredients.

"Pansy? You know there aren't any students around. You don't need to be formal. We're classmates," he remarked casually, sensing her discomfort.

"I believe formality is necessary, especially during work hours. What is it that you need?" she replied, her tone more curt than intended. Instantly, she regretted her sharpness, reminded of how she had treated him during their school years.

"Plant growth hormone enhancement potion, please," Neville requested, keeping it simple. But then he realized that his recent interactions with the Potions professor had been a bit tense, so he decided to take a chance.

"Professor, I've noticed that I've been warmly welcomed by the students and all the other professors, except you. Is there another way you'd like to welcome me? Perhaps a late-night rendezvous at the greenhouses?" he added, flashing a playful wink.

Pansy found herself at a loss for words. Was Neville Longbottom flirting with her? As much as she wanted to feel flattered, guilt consumed her. She couldn't ignore the fact that she had made his life miserable during their seven years at Hogwarts. She had been a terrible person, allowing him to be bullied and tortured. If she were in his shoes, she would never forgive herself. In fact, she might even take legal action to keep her away.

"Flirting? You have the audacity to flirt with me after everything I put you through?" Pansy burst out, her voice rising with each word. She couldn't contain the surge of emotions flooding her, the guilt, the regret, and the self-loathing.

"How can you pretend that the seven years at Hogwarts didn't happen, that I didn't make your life a living hell? I was cruel, Neville. I let you be tormented, I stood by and did nothing. If I were you, I wouldn't even want to look at me, let alone flirt!" Her words came out in a rush, fueled by years of pent-up remorse and shame.

Neville's expression softened, his eyes filled with understanding. "Pansy, that was a long time ago. We were kids, and we've both grown since then. I don't hold any grudges, and I certainly don't blame you for what happened. We've all made mistakes."

But Pansy couldn't shake off the weight of her past actions. "No, you don't understand. You were always kind, always brave, even when I didn't deserve it. I'm sorry, Neville. I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Neville approached Pansy slowly, his gaze gentle as he reached out to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Pansy, it's okay. We were both different people back then. We've all made mistakes, but that doesn't define who we are now."

His touch was comforting, a warmth spreading through her as she met his eyes, seeing nothing but sincerity and compassion reflected in them. "You were just as much a victim of the circumstances as I was. We were all caught up in something much bigger than ourselves," he said softly.

Pansy nodded, a sense of relief washing over her at his understanding. "Thank you, Neville. For being so understanding, for forgiving me," she murmured, her voice choked with emotion.

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of their shared past hanging in the air between them. Then, with a tentative smile, Neville suggested, "How about we start over? Leave the past behind us and focus on the present. Friends?"

Pansy returned his smile, feeling a glimmer of hope blooming within her. "Friends," she agreed, knowing deep down that their bond would only grow stronger with time.

As they shared a brief moment of camaraderie, both Pansy and Neville couldn't help but sense the unspoken connection between them, a silent acknowledgment that perhaps, just perhaps, their journey together was far from over.

The warmth of their embrace lingered for a moment longer, enveloping them in a cocoon of shared memories and unspoken promises. But just as quickly as it had begun, their intimate moment was interrupted by the sound of three loud shrieks, echoing through the greenhouse.

Neville and Pansy turned towards the source of the noise, their children rushing towards them with boundless energy. August, their son, reached out eagerly for his mother, while Alice and Francesa clamored for their father's attention.

"Well, we had a good 15 minutes to ourselves, didn't we?" Pansy remarked with a playful grin, scooping up August into her arms as their daughters enveloped Neville in a tight embrace.

Despite the interruption, there was a sense of contentment in the air as they gathered together as a family, the love and warmth shared between them serving as a reminder of the precious moments they cherished together.

[writingwhilecaffeinated]

Do you think you'll stop writing Ben and Pen now that Sophies cast?

Hello!

No, I’ll still write Benelope fanfiction because I have fun with rare pairs. I read the books and have known and loved Sophie as a character for a very long time. I love Benophie, I love Polin, but I’ve always had fun writing rare pairs in fandoms for fanfiction and reading them.

I mean, I still love reading and writing Dramione and Fremione in the HP fandom, for example. When I was younger and watched a lot of early 2000s anime, I was the person who read pairings like Sesshomaru/Kagome.

In all fandoms, I love and respect the original pairings. But fanfiction is a fun way to try new things and combinations and I have fun doing that.

I will say, with Sophie being cast, I adore it and believe the actress will be perfect for Sophie. I’ll also use that actress’s overall image in future when writing Sophie, whether it’s a Benophie fic or anything else. In fact, I do have an idea for a romantic comedy fic with all original canon pairings, but I gotta finish my big fic first.

What I can PROMISE, is when Sophie is ever included in my fics, whether she’s the focus or not, I will always portray her as her character is: strong, kind, determined, loyal, and all around amazing.

[pixieliciousnippletassles]

I haven't finished the starters heaped on my table [minibang] yet, the plates are overlapping and everything looked so good but I've only managed a few. Then it's like I'm surrounded by maitres'D lifting cloches off mains [HD wireless] and I'm like shit! I was going to order those as a suprise! I've been trailing my finger through the caviar trimmings and garnishes, [tags and summaries] and sucking it off the end with my eyes closed but there's no room on the table! Meanwhile I'm also shovelling mixed pocket nuts into my mouth and trying to hide it [tumblr discourse and microfics] and shaving fine-aged chorizo with a penknife under the table [hd fic book club] AND I'm on the phone to my mate in the all-night takeaway putting in my order for slices of his 15-inch all-the-toppings pizza [that 1 long fremione fic just dropped a chapter] and I'm FULL but the menu is staggering and you bet your ass I'm ordering dessert... And someone over there has ordered off-menu? It's on the menu? Fuck how did I miss that [drarry disability fest]

GOD AM I SO FULL AND HAPPY NOM NOM NOM

[elliemarchetti]

Pumpkin Pastries

A late Fremione drabble for @liquidluckdrabblechallenge's prompt #55

Plot: Hermione is sad after her break-up with Krum, Fred delivers her favourite sweets to cheer her up.

Words: 530

Since Hermione had arrived at Grimmauld Place, Fred had yet to see her smile. Ron had told him not to worry about it, that it must’ve been girls' problems, but Ginny had mentioned a break-up between her and Viktor, and although it was Hermione herself who had made the decision, it was clear that she suffered from it.

“She called it a practical choice,” was all his sister let out after a long interrogation, whatever that meant.

So, Fred had made it his mission to make Hermione laugh, and with George’s help he had managed to get a loud snort, an eye roll and a smirk tinged with sadness.

“Maybe she just needs to be consoled,” his twin had suggested, after their last failed attempt to cheer her up, and he was probably right, but there was no way to do it without touching on the subject he wasn’t supposed to know about.

The perfect opportunity to dive deeper in what she needed came after one of their countless tense dinners, during which his mother and Sirius kept bickering about what was best for Harry, for the Order and for everyone else inside those damned dark walls. The owner of the house had stormed out before he could finish what was on his plate, probably to bring some dead mice to Buckbeak, while the Weasleys sealed themselves in their shared bedroom, prompting the other diners to scatter around the house. The only one who hadn’t left was Hermione, who was still glued to her seat looking at an undefined spot on the floor.

“You don’t seem to like it here very much,” Fred ventured, hoping to get her attention.

Predictably, Hermione flinched at the sound of his voice, but she recovered quickly and put back on the demure mask she sported for weeks now.

“There’s just a lot more people than I’m used to,” she replied, getting up to help him clear the table.

“We could go out for a while,” Fred ventured. “There’s a park nearby.”

“Your mother will never give us permission,” she murmured, before heading towards the kitchen.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” he asked, wondering if falling in love was worth it, if suffering was all it came from it.

“Unless you know the secret recipe of Madam Puddifoot’s pumpkin pastries, I’m afraid not,” she tried to joke, but the words came out more depressing than she intended.

A small golden tray, dressed in the typical pink wrapping of the Hogsmeade tea shop and secured with an enormous light blue bow, appeared on her bedside table the following evening, accompanied by a note, written in Fred's unmistakable awkward handwriting.

Whatever you want, just ask.

Hermione didn't know if it was the scent of her favourite sweets that tickled her nostrils, or the idea of ​​Fred breaking all the rules Mrs. Weasley had laid down since they arrived at Grimmauld Place just because she had a specific craving, but for the first time since she had ended things with Viktor, a sincere smile opened on her face, and the light of a new beginning seemed to reach her even in that gloomy house.

[escapeinmybookshelf]

One shot: Fred has another long night trying to get their new babies to stay asleep. Fremione. Cute and fluffy. Rated T for the mention of breast feeding. Also has a “I am not an owl” reference.

[thatsnofun]

«trip down the hill, strawberry field, are you even real?» first attempt at muggle film – blurry and almost alive. could be Hermione captured by Fred – since i’ve been team fremione for a long time – on a sunny day in spring, but that’s up to your interpretation. (slightly inspired by James Blake’s “Are you even real?”)

[annonymouslyblonde]

The WIP game

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs. @suzyq31 I hope you know what you’ve done lol

Harry Potter:

New Order Rising series (harmony) Piece by Piece Undercover (working title) In Ruin One Shots Untitled prequel One Less Plate at Dinner Ghost of You 5 misc one shot ideas As Long As You Need series (fremione) Renegade Secrets Sweater Weather Anemoia Laughter isn't the Only Medicine Woulda, Shoulda (Charlie Weasley/OC) Don't Talk to Strangers Weasley Party of Three Any Other Way series (dramione) The Prefect's Bath The Room of Requirements The Coin The Aftermath Changes (working title, see EAD for snippet) (harmony) Harry Potter and the Boy Who Lived (harmony) Doctor!Hermione and Professor!Harry mystery (snippet posted on EAD) (harmony) Paralyzed (harmony) Wasted (harmony) Interlocked with Cassidy Landry (harmony?) One/two Shots and drabbles Kiss Into Better Days (fremione) Hermione's luck (harmony) Retroactive (harmony) Four Days - part 2 (harmony) What a Man Gotta Do (harmony) Truth be Told (harmony) The Ties that Bind (snippets in EAD) (harmony?) Enchanted (harmony) Through the Looking Glass (harmony) HHF (fremione) Slughorn dinner (nevmione)

Percy Jackson:

Luke Castellan and the Heroes of Olympus (canon ships) Luke Castellan and the Mark of Athena Luke Castellan and the House of Hades Luke Castellan and the Blood of Olympus Living series (canon ships, percabeth focus) Life in Purgatory Life in Nightmare Life in the Aftermath Curse of Hera (canon ships) Interlocked with Cassady Landry (canon ships) Sour (canon ships) One-Shots Long Live (percabeth) Haunted (percabeth) Paul Blofis - Poseidon (percabeth, Paul/Sally) TLO Distance (percabeth) Where I Should Be - part 2 (percabeth) Pregnancy fluff (percabeth) Annabeth bonds with her stepmom July 12th (percabeth, jisper) Halloween (percabeth)

Doctor Who:

Daughter of Time (TenToo/Rose, Twelve/River, Luke Smith/OC)  All the Pretty Lights (Nine/Rose)

The Host:

The Human (Jamie Ryder/OC)

Originals:

Blood Like Gasoline Stealing Life Within the Walls Manifesting (working title)

Let’s face it. I don’t know this many people, so consider this your invitation to repost and tag the artist you want to play! But @possumwritesfics you have to do this.

[dhr-ao3]

The world we change

The world we change https://ift.tt/lAVIs0o by Hello2628 During the final battle of Hogwarts something Extraordinary happens changing the course of time in order to protect the students Of Hogwarts. Hermione Granger now has to navigate through this new world while trying to find away to save the world she left behind. Will she be able to save everyone and still keep her secrets? Read about this adventure through time and what happens because of it. Secrets are revealed, connections are made, and history is created as the gryffindor princess tries to save both her new family and her old one. Welcome to the story of Hermione Aria Black.   This story Does not follow canon events!!!!! Mention of the following: Abuse PTSD Torture Death Underage drinking Drug abuse Anxiety disorders Depression Words: 364, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of The truth of Hermione Black Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Regulus Black, Marlene McKinnon, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Andromeda Black Tonks, Sirius Black, Lucius Malfoy, Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, Barty Crouch Jr., Evan Rosier, Remus Lupin, peter pettigrew 🤮, Lily Evans Potter, James Potter, Severus Snape, Pandora Lovegood, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Alice Longbottom, Frank Longbottom Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Regulus Black/Marlene McKinnon, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy, Theodore Nott/Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott/Blaise Zabini, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Andromeda Black Tonks/Ted Tonks, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley Additional Tags: Dromione - Freeform, timetravel, Ron Weasley Bashing, Andromeda Black Tonks Bashing, Nymphadora Tonks Bashing, wolfstar, past fremione, Child Abuse, Torture, Character Death, golden trio in marauders era, Dark Hermione Granger, Weasley Bashing, not Fred and George, Long Lost Daughter, Secrets via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/yOYHNCm June 23, 2023 at 09:42PM

[raquians]

19 for the Fremione Spotify 😊

AYYYY THANK YOU!!

19. i feel good about this - the mowgli's

you know... there are SO many possibilities for this song. it's SUCH a vibey fremione song. but i think ultimately i might go: george and angelina get married and move in together, hermione's rent gets hiked so she's looking for somewhere new to live, and fred offers up his spare bed room. he's surprisingly functional in living on his own, so hermione doesn't really hesitate in saying yes, thinking it'll just be a chill roommate agreement. but they both work long hours during the day and get into the habit of sharing a late dinner when they finally get home, collapsed on the couch, recapping their days and weeks and laughing about everything and nothing. and slowly, surely, they fall in love. both of them, who have been looking for something more with someone for as long as they can remember, just... stumbled into it with each other. and maybe it's because they weren't looking, but maybe it's also just because they were always meant to. because fred and hermione just go together and they make sense, and it was always meant to happen like this.

[braaibroodjies]

A list of fics I’ve read/ currently reading <3

- All bets are off by PrettiestStar17 (Fremione)

- Draco Malfoy & The Mortifying Ordeal of Being In Love by isthisselfcare (Dramione)

- Red, Gold & Royal Green by ChloeDevanport (Jegulus)

- A Long Time Ago by GreyFey (Salazar Slytehrin/Harry Potter) [time travel fic]

- The Debt of Time by ShayaLonnie (Sirius Black/Hermione Granger) [time travel fic] {THIS FIC IS MY ONLY GOD TEIR FIC}

- Only The Brave by Solmussa (jegulus)

- The Golden King by maladaptivewriting (jegulus) [regulus black lives]

- Kingdom Come by inadaze22, jaxxinabox (dramione)

- The Commoner's Guide to Bedding a Royal by olivieblake (dramione) [muggle au]

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[fremioneshufflepuff]

Paper Rings

Authors Notes: This is my first full length Fremione fic! I have no clue how long it’s going to be we’re just going off vibes. For sure covering books 5-7 and maybe sometime beyond that. Comments, reblogs, asks are always welcome for this!

Word Count: 1,020

Warnings: Mention of Hermione obliviating her parents but it doesn’t happen. Minor Swearing

Ch 1

Hermione couldn't help but wonder how much longer she would be surrounded by her childhood room and in her childhood home. The world that she had grown to love over the last three years had gone to hell in a handbasket as her parents would put it, had she told them everything. It wasn't that she didn't want to tell them, but given her track record of getting into trouble, she found it better to just tell the good stuff and keep the bad to herself. It was bad enough that they nearly pulled her out of school after her second year, and for them to hear that the wizard who killed her best friend's parents was back, well that would just escalate the issue.

She flopped down on her bed, as Crookshanks leapt onto the mattress. “Crookshanks, what am I going to do?” she asks aimlessly knowing full well that the cat couldn’t answer, and he just purred in response, flicking his tail back and forth as Hermione stroked his thick fur. She stayed like this for a while until an idea came to mind.

“Oh. Oh no. No, no no.” She muttered under her breath, her hands running through her hair, as she hopped up from her bed and paced in front of her bookshelf. “Dammit. I’m going to have to modify Mum and Dad’s memories. I don’t have any other options. I should write Professor McGonagall so at least someone knows.” She says, as she reaches for a pen and notebook from her shelf, knowing that this would be the most secure way to write and keep her plans.

She wrote down what she knew about memory charms and her heart dropped a little knowing that things could go wrong and she may never get her parents back. She wrote her letter to Professor McGonagall, and posted it the next morning after she visited the backroom of the nearest post office to send her owl.

When she got home, she tried to avoid her parents but failed miserably, as she was hounded by her mother the moment she walked through the door. “Hermione, where have you been?” “The post office mum. I had to send an owl to a professor.” “Send an owl, you’ve only been on break for a day!” Her mother exclaims, as Hermione walks past her from the doorway and into the kitchen.

”I had to ask about a class I’ve signed up for, that’s all mum.” She says, as she fills up a glass of water at the sink, hoping her answer was enough for now. Her mother didn’t respond besides a small hum and Hermione was content enough with that answer.

She made her way out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her room, and heard her dad come into the house. She stopped at the landing, straining to hear the conversation that had started. “John, I’m worried she’s doing too much again.” “Anne… she’s fine. She just had a simple question.” “But it's only the second day of her break. No one should have questions about classes for the next school year on the second day of a break. It’s not healthy.” She hears her father sigh, and quietly makes her way from the landing to her bedroom, closing the door, silent tears making their way down her face.

Minvera McGonagall was used to owls from students even during a break, but this one surprised her the most. It was from Hermione Granger, and she needed to know how to obliviate her parents so that Voldemort wouldn't be able to gain information, and so that eventually she could give them their memories back if at all possible.

She read and re-read the letter multiple times to make sure she was truly understanding what her student was asking. There was only one person she could trust with this information. She tucked the letter in her desk drawer and made her way to Flitwick’s office.

As she made her way across the castle to the charms corridor, she couldn’t help but wonder and worry about the girl. She thought back to her second year and how her parents were worried when they hadn’t heard from her for a while.

She told them what had happened and they nearly took her out of the school. It took some convincing, but they let her stay and allowed her to come back the following year after promises from the head of house that nothing would happen and that she would be busy with her coursework. Minvera wasn’t sure if Hermione had told them the full truth after her third year, and assumed she omitted parts if she told them anything at all. She knew for a fact not a mention of the events of the past month would pass her lips if she wanted to stay enrolled in the school.

She knocked on the door of the office, and heard the squeaky voice of her colleague beckon her inside. “Minerva, to what do I owe the pleasure?” he asks pleasantly, as she sits down in the chair across from his desk. “Miss Granger has written me a letter. Asking how to obliviate her parents memories of her to prevent You-Know-Who from gaining information” She says with a sigh, a frown forming on her face.

Filius blinks in surprise as his mouth falls open. “Minerva. you can’t be serious.” “As serious as ever Filius.” she replies, pinching the bridge of her nose. “There’s no denying that You-Know-Who is back and given that Miss. Granger is not only friends with Mr. Potter but also a muggle-born I understand her view of protecting her parents.” “Quite so. Well we obviously won’t have the logistics figured out immediately but let her know that we are able to help.” Flitwick says, standing from his seat, following McGonagall to her office to pen the letter.

They sent the letter off with the owl that Hermione had sent, and went about their duties around the castle for the day. Both hoping for the best with what they were about to undertake.

[emeritusemeritus]

My Answers!

Fred (sorry Georgie).

From the movies, well done moral fibre!

Again from the movies, moooorning.

GOBLET. OF. FIRE. It needs no explanation.

Going with a classic, the green F&G sweaters, they look so bloody cozy. Runner up is definitely the World Cup outfits, I would bury my face so far into those cardigans that l could legally be declared lost.

Ughr I hate that red cardigan in OOTP with a passion. It hurts my eyes and actually offends me.

Patented Daydream Charm- imagine the possibilities! Definitely wouldn’t spend all my time just picturing being married to Fred.

Fred and Ron. It’s vicious and definitely a little under the belt but I kind of love it. I try to keep it balanced when I write but Fred is way meaner to him in the books. Arachnophobia anyone?

NO. I don’t believe that Fred and Angelina were ever really dating, except for the Yule Ball but that’s not my place to say. It doesn’t matter how you twist it, I find their relationship strange. It’s too forced, too easy for him just to marry someone we are aware of in the story. It should have been someone else, someone new that he found later in life and brought him happiness. Sorry.

Fremione. I’ll be the first to admit that Hermione is not my favourite character (probably because I cannot stand Emma Watson’s portrayal) but I actually really like the idea of book Fremione. I feel like they would balance each other out really well and I love the scene in the books where she compliments them. I can totally see a world in which they were meant to be together.

Canary creams, the portable swamp, Fred’s tense exchange with Sirius in OOTP are all good candidates but it has to be the fight with Draco because as a reminder, IT TOOK 3 PEOPLE TO HOLD BACK FRED?! Enough said.

I think their magical talents and creativity were vastly underrated. They were creating spells! I think because they were seen as the pranksters in some ways I think it diminished their achievements and only when they were successful (financially) did people truly realise how clever they were. Even Flitwick was impressed.

Oh I have many but mainly: Their humour was a coping mechanism of growing up in an overcrowded and overstretched family. They realised their ‘edge’ from a young age that bending the rules and being naughty got them attention, especially as they grew up in the shadow of 3 seemingly perfect older brothers who got good grades and were conventionally academic with high aspirations. Fred is often quite defensive in the book when he’s ‘threatened’ by others getting attention, often from the females, and lashes out with no real need to, probably because it’s linked back to those feelings from childhood. He’s also very off with Ron a lot of the time, probably because he was the next in birth order that stole away more of their parents attention when it was already stretched so thin at a crucial developmental age. I’m no Freud but it’s there somewhere. I say Fred more than George because he doesn’t seem to have as strong hang ups as Freddie.

Fred: No surprises by Radiohead. George: Black Hole Sun by Soundgarden.

Proud Ravenclaw!

Favourite movie is GOF (long hair twins make me feral)

Favourite Book is POA (it’s a classic and reminds me of my childhood)

I detest this cardigan.

Weasley Twins Tag!

In honour of our beloved twins, I thought it would be fun to start a tag! Feel free to like/ reblog and add your own answers in below! I’d love to see how my favourite things compare with other people’s opinions.

**Feel free to add in any questions of your own**

Favourite Twin: Fred or George?

Favourite Fred quote:

Favourite George quote:

Favourite Hairstyle:

Favourite Outfit:

Least Favourite ‘look’:

Favourite Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes product:

Favourite sibling relationship (besides each other):

Angelina and George: yes or no?

Frangelina or Fremione?

Something you wish you’d seen in the movies from the books:

Do you think the Twins were underrated?

Any personal Headcanons you wish to share?

Any songs that make you think of the Twins?

*Optional about you*

Your Hogwarts House:

Your favourite Movie in the series:

Your favourite Book in the series:

[elliemarchetti]

Marvellous

A Fremione drabble for @liquidluckdrabblechallenge

Words: 496

Leaning against the balustrade, Hermione watched the fireworks with eyes full of wonder. Obviously she’d seen them before, both among the Muggles and the Wizards, but this time they were different, animated in such complex shapes that they took her breath away every time new ones appeared in the night sky. Even Fred, whom thought to knew a lot about them by now, was enchanted by the vision, but his favourite thing of the event was the red and white sparks reflected in the hazel eyes he found himself searching whenever he entered a room. As Hermione watched the scene with rapt attention, she didn’t notice how the expression of her best friend’s brother had softened, nor was she able to compare it to the one she faced a few months later, while crossing the Great Hall arm in arm with Viktor Krum, but Fred knew it had to be the same. As soon as the Quidditch player had gone away to get her something to drink he had asked her to dance, Angelina lost in who knows what animated conversation with George, and for a moment everything had been as it should have. Hermione had let the stress of the event wash over her, and rested her head against his chest when the song changed from lively to slow.

“I didn’t make you an expert dancer,” she whispered, when the time had come to return to their respective partners.

“I’m always happy to surprise you,” he replied, his heart breaking into a thousand pieces at the devastating smile the girl he had undeniably fallen in love with had given to someone he could never be. The memories of the Yule Ball still had a bittersweet taste by the time his birthday came, and with it the first gift Hermione had ever given him.

“I thought it might be useful,” she simply told him, a crooked and even slightly embarrassed smile painted on her lips as she handed him the package, small enough to fit in his pocket.

“I guess you got the same thing for George too,” he’d replied before he could even thank her, because it was the norm when it came to them. Twins, therefore the same. But Hermione shook her head, her cheeks suspiciously red.

“I got something only for you,” she’d finally admitted, when she’d managed to regain the gift of speech. “Make good use of it.”

Fred had opened the box, so carefully wrapped, as soon as Hermione had turned the corner. How long has she been following him to make sure she found him alone? And why has she gotten something just for him? Every question spun out of his mind as soon as he saw the content. Tempest in a Bottle was the most expensive item available from Zonko, something he’d never dreamed of being able to afford. Tied to the thin glass neck, was a note, written in Hermione's unmistakable neat handwriting.

For you next marvellous feat.

[sannisideup]

sweet despair

All it took was one moment for her whole world to shatter to pieces. 

She didn’t want to ever believe nor accept that one person, that he, could affect her so much. She didn’t want to give him the power to destroy her.

It hurt so much. 

She could feel the pain in her chest, like a weight that never refused to leave. She could feel it in every breath, a never-ending agony. 

She still couldn’t face her best friend on account of how similar they both looked. She couldn’t face looking at someone who had red hair that was ruffled just the same because he had taught him to do so. 

She didn’t want to hear his laughter only to find it attached to a different person. He had hurt her, but she still wanted him to stay. 

She didn’t expect that loving someone would hurt so fucking much.

Before Hogwarts, she had spent her childhood watching movies with princes and princesses. Watching happily-ever-afters. She had seen how happy her parents’ marriage was; how great love was. His parents’ love had only further convinced her that love was indeed very real and very beautiful.

Oh, how very wrong she was.

When she had fallen in love with him, she was absolutely taken with his playfulness, the way he refused to take life seriously, the way his smile lit up his eyes, making him look incredibly beautiful. 

When she had fallen in love with him, he had taken her on unimaginable dates; she had never laughed or smiled so much in her entire life. He had shown her the world, in technicolor.

When she had fallen in love with him, he had showered her with gifts. It was nothing over-the-top or expensive. In fact, they were small trinkets made with love rather than wealth. Once he had given her a necklace that was charmed to turn warm whenever he touched the second half of the half-moon.

The necklace had turned ice cold a long time ago.

When she was in love with him, he had treated her with utmost respect and love. He had looked at her like she was the most beautiful woman in the world. He had promised her once, that he would never, ever, ever hurt her, because hurting her hurt him, too.

When she was in love with him, he gave her toe-curling kisses that weakened her knees and brought tears to her eyes. He made her scream in pleasure like no man ever had; he loved her like no one had.

And then he came home with hickeys all over his body.

She had kicked him out at first. 

It was a mistake. She wanted him back, with her. It had only been a month, he would still want her. He would still love her.

She wanted him to stay. He didn’t.

It broke her heart.

She watched the months pass. 

And then one day, he showed up with a blonde girl on his arm, a diamond ring on her left hand. He had a bright smile on his face, his eyes lit up with unadulterated happiness. 

She found the necklace shattered in tiny pieces.

When he had his first child, a little girl with bright, blue eyes, she had felt the air leave her lungs, as if it was her last breath.

She sobbed in the hospital bathroom as her tears splattered onto the tiled floor.

When she found herself watching the father and daughter play on a broom, her little pigtails blowing in the wind, her childish laughter echoing in the air, her heart squeezed with the reminder of a future she had lost. 

She had bought all the children a going away present before they left for Hogwarts for the first time, but she found herself unable to look his daughter in the eye.

When she came back after her second year, her eyes filled with admiration for her, the war heroine, she found herself looking away. 

She couldn’t face his child, if it wasn’t hers, too.

When he was forty-three, his body was ravaged with an incurable disease that left him bed-ridden and magicless. 

She found herself sprawled in the middle of the night at the St. Mungos Medical Library researching his disease. She didn’t know how else she could help without completely losing herself in the process.

When his body was lowered six feet under, her heart was beyond repair.

She finds herself reaching out to his daughter, wanting to see admiration in her eyes again. 

It is finally time to let him go.

One mistake it's all it really takes To take my breath away Go on put the knife in Run away, don't need you anyway Although I wish you'd stay Go on put the knife in

~ sweet despair, cher lloyd

773 words

ok so this angst was a whirlwind of emotions, hoenstly. it’s inspired by the song sweet despair by cher lloyd. as u can see the story quite literally parallels the set of lyrics ive indented up there. 

\also like pls dont find this unhealthy longing & obsession “cute” or “goals”; it’s toxic af. no one should be in lvoe w/ someone for yeaaaars after o.p. has moved like srsly. u should at least try to move in, that’s what’s emotionally healthy but basically this is angst for a reason & i just never want to become dependent on anyone so much so that i start to lose myself just ufck no

IF YOU’RE HURTING THE WAY HERMIONE IS IN THIS FIC, TALK TO A FRIEND/FAMILY MEMBER/THERAPIST DON’T TORTURE YOURSELF I MEAN SERIOUSLY. YOU DESERVE THE BEST THIGNS IN LIFE!! :)

& that seriousness aside, whyst the fuck did fremione not happen?????

p.s. if u havent heard sweet despair by cher lloyd go listen to it, homie. aite thanks (also i rly dont use the word homie like that but i felt like it so whatevs)

p.p.s. i couldn’t have ever written something this good if it wasn’t for @anievul who i consider an angst-reading queen. like legit, she has read so much angst, and is super picky about it, so like she’s the bomb.com. thank u for all ur help!! <3