#harmony rec

[celestialseawitch-ff]

Hi! I hope you are doing well. 🖤

I just finished my annual reread of your work (I'm preparing for your Hanukkah updates 😊). So I was wondering if you could recommend some Harmione fanfiction you enjoyed to tide me over until then?

Okay, first off, THIS IS SO SWEET! Thank you ❤️

Secondly, I don't actually read that much fanfic? I go through phases. But mostly I just read my wips lol

That being said, I read a lot before I started to write it so here are a few of my fav Harmony stories -- sadly they're all FFN because I didn't switch to Ao3 until a few years into writing fanfic. I have read a lot less fanfic since then. And also I just read this jily, so I'll add that to the list too.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9649736/1/Thresholds —> (during sixth year) Harry wakes up in the girls dorm… in Hermione’s bed. Everything’s awkward and hilarious and Harry convinces himself that it’s all a dream until, of course, it happens again. This time, Hermione wakes up. --> This is my FAV harmony fanfic. 10/10

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12243818/1/Sooner-Or-Later —-> OKAY. So like.. post-war, Harry and Hermione start up a friends with benefits thing??? And they don’t tell anyone?? And obviously it gets extremely messy but like who gives a fuck?? Because all they do is fuck?? (I don't love part of the ending plot, but otherwise, remember enjoying this a lot. This writer is a big fav of mine for harmony content

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8140874/1/Ride-The-Lightning —> (during the horocrux hunt) Ron leaves, but then Harry’s attempt to comfort Hermione gets a bit out of hand whoops we had sex. ALSO, oops, no one knows what a fucking contraception spell is so now Hermione’s pregnant and OH HI RON, you’re back.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12315670/9/Healing-Hermione —> (post-war) Harry is an Unspeakable, he comes back from a mission to find out that Hermione is dying. He saves her, leading to a permanent bond between the both of them that leads to more.

Notable mention Jily fic I finished today:

1. https://archiveofourown.org/works/54445072

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[hp-fanfic-archive]

Spell It Out by Allthatissacredandholy Pairing: Harry/Hermione Rating: G Word Count: 6k "At some point while you are growing up, your magic will manifest itself physically. You will get a set of words on your wrist. These words will be specific to your soulmate, the one person your magic knows you are supposed to be with."

[wienerlicious]

» yeah, you know that whole thing is wild. y'know what else is kinda nuts is that you CUT OFF MY FINGER! » oh god Harry, I am so sorry about that... how is it? » it's fine, it's all shut up, they gave me some painkillers, I can't feel a thing.

[kay-elle-cee]

@hprecfest Day 8: rec a fic that was recced to you

touching you, i catch midnight by glitterwitch1

Ship: Harry/Hermione Rating: E Relevant Tags: Canon Divergent, Post-Hogwarts, Smut Warnings: N/A Word Count: 20,590

Hermione didn't know when it had started, exactly. She suspected the roots were somewhere in her childhood longing for acceptance and the innate feeling of approval that came with doing things correctly, with learning all she could and getting things right, for once. But somewhere along the way, after puberty and hormones and the extrinsic upheaval of their last few years at Hogwarts (including the year on the run which she mostly preferred not to think about at all), it had turned into this: A fucking praise kink.

[mustelidsinlove]

Camelot by setissma on AO3

“I was…” Draco was watching her in the dim glow coming from the streetlight just outside the window. “I was his first call when something happened in the middle of the night. I was the first person he texted when the plane touched down. I got all his secrets. I knew him by heart. And then you came along.”

“Is it the Russians? If it’s the fucking Russians, I’m not getting up.” // “I’m listening.” “You do that,” he said, “it’s very aggravating.” // And I didn’t believe any fundamentally decent people existed in the world, but then you came along and ruined my cynical outlook.” “I’m very trying that way.” “Exceptionally,” Draco agreed. “You might even say infuriatingly.” // “I love you. A lot. Probably excessively. I hope you don’t mind.” “I guess I’ll struggle through somehow.” // “Straightforward.” Draco’s breath hitched. “Uncomplicated. Not afraid of anything.” “I’m afraid of things,” Hermione murmured. “Running out of books. Serial killers. Spiders.” “You aren’t afraid of vulnerability.” Draco met her eyes. “And I find it utterly terrifying." // “You also usually don’t forget magic exists,” Hermione said, nudging his shoulder with hers. “I think we might have been ruined by eleven years of having to button everything ourselves.” “Damn, why didn’t I think of that when I was thirteen and being terrible about the superiority of purebloods?” Draco said. “It’s a really convincing argument.”

Setissma's conversations are unparalleled and this story is a delight for those who love character through dialogue, Harry/Hermione/Draco, and adults communicating like adults. A muggle politics/government/royalty au, done in an entirely original and surprising way, and simultaneously fluffy and very serious about trust, love, friendship, and vulnerability. And charming and witty to boot!

Art: The Art of Conversation V, René Magritte, 1950

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[summerstarsnjh]

girlbands make the world a better place

[thegrandgame]

FILTHY. RICH. SPOILT. ROTTEN.

Lauren Jauregui

Sharp wit. Unfiltered sarcasm. A reputation built on defiance.

Lauren Jauregui isn’t here to play by anyone’s rules—least of all the game of power that runs Monaco’s elite. Raised in the shadow of scandal, she’s hardened by the disappearance of her mother and the constant weight of the Game.

In the world of The Grand Game, Lauren doesn’t just play—she survives.

[suzyq31]

Fic Rec

I connected with this author recently and their work is fantastic! Super excited for this story and highly recommend checking it out if you're a Harmony reader!

Following by AirplaneFoodBlackMarket

Summary:

The war is over and a mass exodus of Death Eaters has drawn the ire of the wider Wizarding World against the Ministry. The International Confederation of Wizards has instituted a Travel Ban against all British witches and wizards. Auror Harry Potter is working tirelessly to fix things, but Hermione can’t wait any longer to retrieve her parents, and she’s going no matter what the law says. She’s been by his side for everything, the least he can do is be at hers for this.

In Australia, forced to forgo the use of magic, they’ll soon find that in a land of inverted seasons and upside-down emotions, everything is not always as it seems.

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ೃ⁀➷ * Ship Song Association * ੈ *Characters : Shuichi Saiahra/ Korekiyo Shinguji * /♡˳ Danganronpa V3 ♡˳/

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♡A03 tags it may fit♡ɞ⋅ ♡Mutual Pinning ♡Comfort ♡Non-Sexual Bondage

[writer-or-whatever]

Aesthesis

Wrote a little Harry/Hermione piece for prompt #3 (Gateway) on my 100 prompts list. Read under the cut or on AO3

Summary: After surviving the killing curse a second time, Harry is left with a magical variation of synesthesia.

Rating: T | Word Count: 1k | Fluff & Hurt/Comfort

“I believe that this is the point at which I point out that marajuana is a gateway drug.” 

Harry didn’t react when Hermione came up from behind him and dropped down to sit beside him where he was propped up against a low stone wall on the edge of the Burrow’s property. He was used to this routine of theirs by now. 

“You sound like a bad afterschool special. ‘Just say no!’” Harry said, imitating the smarmy voice that the actors on those programs always delivered the line with. 

“Ouch,” Hermione said with a laugh. They shared a small smile before lapsing back into the silence that Harry had been sitting in.

 The air around them buzzed lightly with the sound of insects and the breeze. Underneath that Harry could hear the faint static that he’d come to realize was the magic of the Burrow. He’d been extremely in tune with magic since the battle. Even the smallest spell set him on edge—wards buzz and crackle like a radio on dead air, transfigurations make the air smell like ozone, and casting lumos made his mouth taste like mint. 

In the aftermath, Hogwarts had been unbearable—a magical and sensory overload. Harry flooed to the Burrow from McGonagall’s office as soon he’d been cleared, however reluctantly, by Madame Pomfrey. She had wanted to keep him for more observation to try to understand his new senses, but Harry had refused and, without anything else to keep him, she relented and released him. 

The Burrow hadn’t been much better, not with the sheer amount of magic woven into the house just to keep it together, and the experience of taking the floo was almost worse than the deafening sound and intense pressure of the house’s magic that greeted him when he stepped out of it. Having his whole being engulfed and transported by magic left Harry sick for days—sneezing and shivering, with a pounding headache and the lingering taste of ash in his mouth no matter how many times he brushed his teeth. It wasn’t until Hermione had suggested that he get out of the house and away from the bulk of the magical stimuli that he’d started to feel better. 

“Still have a headache?” Hermione asked quietly, leaning her head on his shoulder. 

“It’s mostly gone,” Harry said before he pulled in another lungful of smoke. He held it for a moment before exhaling, carefully facing away from Hermione. It had been a few weeks since he’d suffered a bad enough reaction to send him out of the house completely. 

He and Hermione had moved into a flat in a muggle area in Cardiff in June. Harry hadn’t been able to stomach the constant influx of magic, even with frequent time spent outside, nor the lack of privacy in the wizarding world that came from being The Chosen One. So when Hermione mentioned that she wanted to go to muggle university, Harry had been quick to suggest that they look for a flat to share—neither of them wanted to be alone but it was getting harder and harder to keep staying at the Burrow. Harry couldn’t tolerate the magic or the way the whole house felt soaked in grief after Fred’s death. They had tried to get Ron to move in with them, but he said that living without daily magic reminded him too much of being on the run, so they stopped pushing him. Still, Harry was determined not to let the three of them drift apart. 

So, every Sunday, Harry and Hermione found themselves at the Burrow for dinner. It was nice, and it guaranteed them time with Ron, who had thrown himself into Auror training with a single-minded focus he’d never displayed before. After an entire summer of weekly visits, Harry could usually go the entire visit without having to excuse himself to rush outside to sit at the very edge of the wards where he could get himself back under control. It was after a particularly bad episode that Harry had taken up smoking. Hermione, like him, had grown up with a lot of anti-drug messaging in primary school and on the telly, and she didn’t exactly approve. However, as long as he didn’t smoke at home, she tended to leave him be. 

“Ready to go back? If we stay much later, it’ll be tomorrow by the time we drive home.” It was strange to have to think about distance as a factor in how long it took to get places after seven years of being immersed in magic, but Harry tolerated car sickness better than any mode of magical travel these days. Even flying was hit or miss. 

“Yeah,” Harry said, taking one last drag before putting the joint out against the low stone wall they were leaning against. 

Hermione stood up and extended a hand to Harry. Once she’d pulled him to his feet, he pulled her closer instead of letting go. 

“Thanks for coming to get me,” he said into her hair as he held her in a hug. 

“Of course,” Hermione replied, cheek pressed tightly to his chest. 

“I love you,” Harry whispered quietly. This thing between them was still new, and he’d yet to be able to tell her how much she meant to him without whispering. A tiny part of him worried that if he was too loud about it, it would shatter. A bigger part of him trusted Hermione enough to tell her anyway. 

“I love you too,” Hermione said, pulling back enough to look into his eyes, but she didn’t step out of his embrace. They shared a smile before Harry leaned in to kiss her. 

Hermione pushed gently at his chest to stop him before their lips touched. “I’m not kissing you while you taste like smoke.” 

Harry cast a breath-freshening charm without hesitation. It produced a lemony smell and made his fingertips tingle, but it was worth it to press a kiss against Hermione’s small grin. 

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i need to watch more k-dramas

[chaos-bear]

A late-night call for support and companionship unexpectedly turns into something more. As Hermione, Harry, and Draco navigate their evolving friendship, sparks fly, and boundaries blur.

Thanks to the @hpeiffeltowerfest it was fun participating and I can't wait to finish reading everyone's work!

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Aesthesis by Writer_or_Whatever (@writer-or-whatever) Pairing: Harry/Hermione Rating: T Word Count: 1k After surviving the killing curse a second time, Harry is left with a magical variation of synesthesia.

[kay-elle-cee]

@hprecfest Day 29: A Post-Canon Fic

Unlike A Sister by madharmony

Ship: Harry/Hermione Rating: Mature Relevant Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue Compliant, Slow Burn, Heavy Angst, Emotional Infidelity, Extramarital Affairs, Infidelity, Mental Health Issues, Trauma, Suicidal Thoughts, Depression, Thoughts of Self-Harm, Alcohol Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Politics, Racism, Misogyny, Ministry of Magic Employees, No Weasley Bashing, Post-War Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Word Count: 410,505

Nineteen years ago, Harry told Ron he saw Hermione as his sister. Now Hermione is in danger and Harry's feelings for her begin to change dramatically, jeopardizing everything he once knew. A post-war, Epilogue compliant fic.

[mustelidsinlove]

Unlike a Sister by madharmony

Nineteen years ago, Harry told Ron he saw Hermione as his sister. Now Hermione is in danger and Harry's feelings for her begin to change dramatically, jeopardizing everything he once knew. A post-war, Epilogue compliant fic.

"And just as gazing at a single star in the night sky causes the others to fade away, so he looked at her—an ever-fixed mark that he would bear out, even to the edge of doom."

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"Why was it that women—particularly those who were bright and ambitious—were only loved once they were brought low in some way? Could they not be loved when they were whole and hale and unbending? But, no. Hypatia must always meet her mob. Boudicca, her dose of poison."

Art: The Reading Room, Francois Fressinier (2015)

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