#merlin does not make charlie eat his food first of course

[thekingofthenameless]

7 for the ask game

Thanks for the ask!

7 - Silent Fury

Tws: ableism and false beliefs towards schizophrenia and psychosis; fantasies of murder, blood mentions

Uther hates him.

Merlin is an insane man, and he’s in his castle, and no one else cares. Why should it matter that he was his father’s advisor?

He sees things that aren’t there; he replies to nonexistent voices; sometimes, he’s even convinced that his food has somehow been poisoned, and he makes his dragon eat it first. To him, at least one being is always watching him, is always behind him.

And he knows why he’s like this; because he’s used his magic for far too long, and that makes him a threat.

He wishes that he could enter Merlin’s room when he finally sleeps, when he finally isn’t going mad over the voices, and slit his throat. He wouldn’t be sloppy like whoever already attempted to, judging by the long scar there. Maybe beheading would be better, if he already survived that once; but, either way, he wants the cursed wizard’s blood to run down his sword.

But that stupid dragon is always with him, so silent fury is all he can regard him with.

[starkidpotty]

When Will I See You Again? [RBW]

Ron’s favorite summer is the summer he met you. 

Pairing: Ron Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none–it’s absolute, pure, unadulterated fluff.

Word Count: ~5.3k

A/N: finally a fic that isnt harry hsfhasdfa i plan to make this multiple parts but let me know if u guys wud like that aaa i hope u enjoy! <3

“Fred, you are a right foul git!” cursed Ron as he chased after the twin. 

“Ron’s in love!” Fred bellowed as he held a crumpled photograph in his hand. Before Ron carelessly pounced on Fred, the twin passed the photograph to the other half of his whole, George. 

George uncrumpled the photograph to take a good look at it, “In love is Ron!” George recrumpled the photograph into a ball and threw it back at Fred, making Ron the monkey in the middle. 

Ron jumped and jumped, unable to catch the crumpled polaroid as his brothers threw it around. Fred made the mistake of passing it to Ginny, who was caught off-guard, allowing Ron to snatch it from her hands.

“Now, look at it! It’s unsalvageable!” Ron exclaimed at the polaroid. There was a fold right across the center, discoloring that part of the photograph. 

“Are you not a wizard, little brother?” Said Fred.

Ron was, of course, just not adept or knowledgeable enough to fix the muggle object. 

“Does it look like I’d know a spell to fix this? This is the only thing I have to remember her by!” Ron bellowed in anger. Fred and George merely snickered at him. 

“You make very funny faces.” George said to him, mimicking the last conversation Ron had with you. 

The teasing started the first day the Weasleys decided to take a muggle-led tour of the famed pyramids in Egypt at Arthur’s request (demand, actually). The family tried very hard to fit into the muggle-led tour group, which to their credit, they did quite well. Arthur kept his little quips at bay–with much help from Molly and Bill. Percy droned on about his guesses for Head Boy (guesses, meaning reasons as to why he was most deserving of the role) to anyone family member within earshot. Fred and George were accompanied by Charlie, who was better accustomed to muggles due to his time in Romania. Ginny quietly observed her family. While Ron, who was holding Scabbers in his right hand and a handful of wizard sweets in his left, did not notice his untied shoelaces because he tripped over them and took a muggle girl down in the process. It was a scene out of a muggle romantic comedy–13-year-old Ron swore he fell in love the moment he and your eyes met. Scabbers scattered out of his hand at the moment of impact and as he stood up, he offered her his sticky and crumby left hand. You didn’t seem to mind, as you dusted yourself, and thanked Ron for his help. Of course, Fred and George were the primary witnesses of Ron’s unfortunate incident, as they had temporarily escaped Charlie’s watchful eye.

The second day of the muggle-led tour of the pyramids, he saw you again. He tried to steer clear of Fred and George, but he could only do much in the small space in the pyramids. Luckily, Fred and George were on a mission to seal Percy in a mummy tomb and Charlie merely watched, as he was quite amused at the whole scene. As Fred and George shoved Percy into an unknown Pharaoh’s room. Ron took this chance to talk to you as he spotted you at the front of the tour group. He looked left and right, making sure his family did not notice him and he walked to you.

“Hullo,” Ron started. You didn’t notice him, as you were transfixed on the Egyptian tombs.

Ron cleared his throat in an attempt to catch her attention and he repeated, “Hullo.” 

You finally turned to him, “‘Hello,”

Oh merlin, she’s French, Ron thought, as the sound of your accent sounded like harps and the gates of heaven themselves opening. He kept himself grounded as he reminded himself that you were essentially a muggle-girl who could not understand wizard things and should he slip, it’ll be only his mother’s voice he’d have to hear. 

“Er–hullo, I want to apologize, for tripping you yesterday in King Tut’s tomb yesterday.” 

“Oh! There is no–what is the word–problem, thank you again–er–for, for, helping me up.” You said, fishing for the translations of the French words you knew. 

By Merlin’s left tit, Ron swore up and down he was already in love with her. Her hair was shiny and soft, her eyes glittering, and lips so full. It was hard to concentrate, it was almost as though he were in a trance. 

“Is it your first time in Egypt?” Ron continued. Fred and George emerged from the tomb of the unknown pharaoh, unsuccessful in their plight to banish Percy. They did not meddle with Ron’s feeble attempt at female interaction, but instead sniggered at the sight of it. 

Ron himself was quite taken aback with his behavior, as he was talking to a girl–a member of the opposite sex, someone who was not his mother or his sister or Hermione. You were a pretty girl too, and this all the more heightened his nerves. Ron was exercising so much control over his words so as not to spill the secrets of the wizarding world to a 13-year-old girl that his head was spinning. The polite conversation was riddled with small talk, the normal exchanging of basic information such as names, ages, and where  you were from. 

Arthur spotted Ron, eyes wide. His son, his very immature & unaccustomed-to-muggles son (relative to himself, of course), was conversing with a muggle, all while his damned broken wand was poking out of his pocket. Arthur rushed to Ron’s side, and Ron hadn’t seemed to notice–too busy ogling you. Arthur put an arm around Ron, effectively startling him. 

“Good day! Might I borrow my son for a minute?” He says to you. You nod and watch Ron as he gets whisked away by his father. 

Arthur didn’t know whether to scold him or egg him on–it was a muggle he was talking to! Everything he’d want to know about muggles from the perspective of a 13-year-old girl right there. Then Arthur imagined the scolding he’d get from Molly if he chose the former. So, he lectured Ron on the dangers of revealing the secrets of the wizarding world to a muggle, citing an incident he’d had recently at work when a Muggle walked in on he and his fellow co-workers during a raid. 

“The obliviate charm, though quite useful, was a nasty thing to inflict onto somebody and I wouldn’t want  to do that to her.” Arthur told Ron. Ron didn’t care to listen to his father and began to imagine your face on his father’s to make the lecture more bearable. Arthur kept Ron glued to his hip the rest of the tour for the day until they made it back to Bill’s flat.

The third day was the most eventful yet, as the tour group finally had their last group lunch at an authentic Egyptian muggle restaurant. Ron took this as his last opportunity to interact with his muggle-tour-group crush and indiscreetly took a seat next to you. Unfortunately for Ron, Fred and George decided upon the seats across him and you. Ron tried so hard to talk to you, he really did, but he was worse off than yesterday. He was skidding over his words like a car whose tires popped and the steel was grinding itself across the road. Fred and George didn’t even hide the fact they were making fun of him, making kissy noises and drawing hearts in the air with their fingers. It was a miracle you ignored them, and even more of a miracle you paid attention to Ron. Your mother saw the sight and took out her polaroid camera. 

“[Y/N], [Y/N]! Look at me, my love!” Your mom said as she clicked the camera, film printing from the slot. She shook it to make it develop faster. The picture was ghastly–your eyes were half-closed with a forkful of spaghetti in your mouth and Ron’s face was contorted into a cross between a sneeze and anger. 

“How about another one, for good measure? Yes?” Your mother proposed. You shyly inched closer to Ron, and you swear you hear him gulp. You smile and Ron partly does the same (he was never really quite good at modulating his expressions, so now instead of a cross between a sneeze and anger, it was now fear pretending to be happy). 

Your mother hands you both pictures after they’ve fully developed, and you give Ron the second one. 

“I like how silly we look here,” You reasoned to him, beaming. Ron was going to explode. 

“Oh yes, me too.” He replied, shaking his polaroid of the two of you to get it to move, forgetting for a moment it came from a muggle camera. You chuckle at him. 

“You make very funny faces, it’s, uh, very amusing.” You mused. Ron turned red to his ears. 

“You should’ve seen the faces I made when I threw up slugs!” Ron laughed, then his face straightened to a stony expression. 

“Slugs?” You asked. At this point Ron was panicking and he sent a side-eye to Fred & George, who were laughing even harder than before. 

“Candied slugs,” Ron managed to say quickly

“Candied slugs?” You repeated, “That sounds so, er, awful! Disgusting, yes? Why would you eat such an ‘orrible thing?” 

Ron was pink to the ears.

“Well, er, candied slugs….are a delicacy?” Ron could not help but sound confused with the lie he was making up. You furrowed your brows. 

“In England?” You ask. 

“Only up north?” He asks with a very highlighted question mark. 

“Up north?” You couldn’t wrap your head around it, who the hell ate candied slugs in England? 

“It’s quite rare, might I add. Only a few mugg–” Ron stopped himself again, “people, I mean make them.” 

“Really, uh, candied slugs?” 

“Yes. Blimey, the feeling you when they go back up your throat!” Ron laughed, trying to keep his cool. “Well, what do you have in France? I reckon it's much better than slugs.” 

You tell him about the wonders of French culture, especially about food. Ron tries very hard to ask the questions, and you answer them. Lunch ends, signalling the end of the tour. All the members of the tour group finish their food, pay their share of the bills–Arthur took his time with muggle Egyptian money as he’d never see any other muggle currency aside from the British pound. When all was said and done, everyone stood up and went their separate ways. You stood, and so did Ron. 

Turning to him, you say,“It was, uh, nice to have someone my age ‘ere.” You were compelled to hug him, and you do. Ron was flushed, flustered, redder than his family’s signature red hair. His face looked like hues of red at a paint shop. Ron didn’t hug back due to shock, but you paid it no mind. You left as your mother called you to her, you skipped towards her happy to have made a friend in your time in Egypt. Ron stood there, almost in a petrificus-totalus-like state, staring at you as you walked away from him. Fred and George laughed at Ron incessantly. They made fun of him the whole walk back to Bill’s flat. Ron knew that he’d never see you again, but he resigned to replaying the last conversation you and he had. 

Ron’s remaining time in Egypt saw him thinking about you endlessly, it was the most teenageric thing he’d done thus far. The rest of the weeks were spent doing usual Weasley family activities, far away from muggles now, much to Arthur’s dismay. Bill gave them tours of the tombs he’d broken curses at and the satellite Gringotts office. The vacation ended and the Weasleys were well on their way back home with Ron still thinking about you all the way to Burrow. 

At the Leaky Cauldron, he told Hermione and Harry what he could about you. Harry was quite supportive of the whole escapade, while Hermione rolled her eyes and told him off as you were probably just being nice. The initial crush faded as the year progressed, but Ron still thought about you from time to time, wondering if you were enjoying home and if he’d ever run into you should he find himself in muggle France. He’d find you being the topic of conversation when he was alone with Harry–to avoid an earful from Hermione–on days where there would be nothing to talk about. He’d run through hypothetical situations and ask Harry how he should act around a muggle to not scare them off. 

His last conversation with you would occasionally creep up in his mind before he’d go to bed at Gryffindor tower, smiling at the thought of it. 

“Some girls really are something else,” Ron would think before drifting off to sleep, the crumpled polaroid hidden in his sock drawer. 

___ 

Year 3 at Hogwarts came and passed, Ron made it through in one piece, now without a pesky Scabbers by his side as it was revealed to have been Peter Pettigrew. He now had longer hair, more defined features, and grew a few inches taller. Summer was eventful to say the least with his family and his two best friends going to the Quidditch world cup and it being attacked by Death Eaters. He still thought about you from time to time in passing but not as obsessively as in the 3rd year. Yours and his interaction became an anecdote–the time Ron finally talked to a girl who wasn’t family or Hermione and almost slipped the secrets of the wizarding world to. Fred and George would not let him forget. 

“...This year, Hogwarts will play host to a legendary event: the Triwizard Tournament. During which time a single student gets to represent his or her school in a series of magical contests. Eternal glory awaits the student who wins the tournament.” Bellowed Dumbledore from his stand at the front of the hall. Ron was too busy working at his chicken pot pie, but picked up keywords from Dumbledore’s speech in between bites–Triwizard tournament, eternal glory. Dumbledore’s speech was interrupted by a frantic Filch running through the aisle of the Great Hall, clutching Mrs. Norris in his hands. He whispered a few words to Dumbledore, and Dumbledore continued. Ron had moved on from his chicken pot pie to the mashed potatoes drowning in the signature Hogwarts gravy. 

“...For now, please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, and their headmistress Madame Maxime!” At once, the doors of the Great Hall burst open, giving sight to the students of Beauxbatons. 

Ron’s head was still down as he was basically breathing in the mashed potatoes, even though he knew that there would be plenty of mashed potatoes to go around. Seamus, sat to his left, accidentally nudged him thinking he was Dean, causing Ron to look up. Ron’s eyes immediately darted to the Beauxbatons girls who made quite an entrance with butterflies erupting from their sides. Ron was ogling them, now ignoring the mashed potatoes in front of him, his chin resting on his hand. He stared at them all, darting from girl to girl, focusing on them a few seconds each. His eyes moved down the line of girls, until he reached the last student–you. 

Ron froze, not out of fear, but out of utter shock. It was you, in the flesh–the muggle girl he had tripped in King Tut’s tomb a year prior to now. Of course now, he realized you were not a muggle, but a wizard like him. You were still gracefully dancing around as rehearsed, your arms extending and flexing forward like a ballerina. Ron was still staring at you. 

Hermione snapped her fingers at his face, “Excuse me! Women aren’t objects!”

“It’s her.” Ron simply stated. Hermione looked at Harry from across the table in confusion. 

“Who?” Harry asked. 

“D’you remember the muggle girl I kept talking about last year? She isn’t a muggle, she’s literally right there, in the flesh, prancing around, butterflies shooting out of her sides! Blimey, she’s a witch!” Ron exclaimed.

His two friends turned their heads to the front of the Great Hall, where you were bowing down. You and your fellow classmates separated among the four tables in the Great Hall, with you to the Gryffindor table. Ron was watching you the whole time until you sat at the table, only a few students away from him. 

Harry was in disbelief, unwilling to believe Ron, “Merlin, Ron, are you sure?”

Fred and George noticed Ron’s awestruck face and shifted around a few fellow Gryffindors to get to their little brother. 

“Georgie, it seems as though Ron has his eye on a certain French lady,” Fred starts. The twins follow Ron’s line of sight, landing on you.

“Blimey, Freddie, she looks familiar does she not?” George notices. 

Fred squints, “Good god, isn’t that girl you couldn’t,” 

George continues, “Wouldn’t” 

Fred says, “Stop talking about?”

George connects, “Every hour,”

“Of every day, last summer to now?” finishes Fred, finally. Fred and George turn to each other in amazement, wondering how they’ll be spending the next year torturing Ron. 

“Why don’t you go up to her and offer her some candied slugs then, little brother? It’s a delicacy in Northern England! Up north, yes!” George says mimicking 13-year-old Ron’s voice.

“Shove off, George,” Ron mutters as he brings his attention back down to his mashed potatoes, trying to calm himself down. He was picking at the plate with his spoon, tossing around the meal carelessly. 

You were enjoying a classic Hogwarts meal of baked chicken and potatoes, while a first-year sat beside you making chit-chat. The student knew just as much as you did about Hogwarts, but you hung onto every word. A girl in front of you at you and back down at her plate. You caught her eye and you both smiled. 

“‘Ello,” You say to her. She seemed to have gone as red as her hair. 

“Hello,” She replied to you shyly. 

“My name is [Y/N],” You say smiling at her. 

The girl paused and smiled back, “I’m Ginny.”

A pause ensues. 

“Sorry for, er, staring, you just seem so familiar,” Ginny says to you. 

“Oh? Sorry, I do not remember you,” You say remorsefully. “It is my first time here at Hogwarts, I’ve never met anyone from here.” “It’s in the face is all,” Ginny smiles at you, before returning to her food. The Durmsrang fellows finished their introduction into the Great Hall, breathing fire and finding their places at different Hogwarts tables. A bulky Durmstrang boy finds a spot next to you, and you both exchange niceties and finish your meals. 

Ron finally clears his plate of the mashed potatoes. Fred and George were recounting the events in Egypt to Lee, who was now laughing at Ron as well. Hermione finished her meal and got up, beckoning Ron to go with them, as they had classes the next day. Harry, however, was looking at Ron and back at you, shooting a look at him–like he was egging him on. Ron instead decides to get up to go back to the common rooms, and Harry, a little disappointed, follows. 

The hall of students seem to finish their meals the same time as you, as one by one they leave their seats. Your fellow Beauxbaton classmates leave their seats as well, as Madame Maxime gave full permission to explore the grounds and fraternize with other Hogwarts students, so as long as they return to her by a certain period. Ginny gets up in front of you to join her other friends, and you contemplate on your next move. You get up from your table and saunter towards her. 

“Uh, Ginny, yes?” You ask her, as she spins around to meet you. 

“Yes, [Y/N]?” she responds neutrally. 

“I would just like to say–ask, I think is a better word–if we could be friends? I know not much about Hogwarts or anything, really,” You question, “You seem very nice,”

Ginny is taken aback, but gladly obliges. She introduces you to her group of friends, and you try to keep their names in mind. 

“Bloody hell,” Ron exclaims.

“What now, Ronald?” Hermione complains. 

“I forgot my bloody wand in the Hall, d’you mind?” He asks her. Without waiting for a response, he runs back to the hall and spots you, Ginny, and her friends stopped to the side while groups of students pour out the hall. He freezes in place foo two reasons: (1) He is absolutely mesmerized by your face, (2) you’re talking to his little sister. He takes a few steps to where he was sat a few minutes ago and grabs his wand. He could do two things right about now–leave or make up some pathetic excuse to talk to Ginny, and by extension talk to you. 

He chose the latter. 

He was rehearsing all kinds of stupid excuses to talk to Ginny and veer the conversation to you.

“Ginny! Mom sent you a howler, telling you off for being annoying, I mean I could tell you that myself.” 

“Ginny! Hermione says your hair looked greasy today, you should probably start a fight.” 

“Ginny! Remember when you poured your heart to a diary and almost got the life sucked out of by You-Know-Who in the flesh?” 

He was distracted and by the time he reaches you and Ginny and her friends, he’s stone-faced. His blood goes cold and a sweat starts to trickle on the nape of his neck.

“Hello, hello, uh,” He stammers. Ginny looks at him, in turn making you look at him. He sees you now, up close. You’ve grown a lot since that summer in Egypt. Your lips fuller, your hair longer, and you’ve grown into your features. You were sporting a paler look than you had last seen him, but he still thought you were glowing. 

“Slugs–” He starts out. Ron didn’t know why he began with slugs. Ginny gives him a bizarre look and your eyes widen. It’s as though your brain was flipping through pages of memories and it finally landed on the page it was looking for–Egypt, 1993.

“It’s you!” You exclaimed. Ginny was now giving you a bizarre look. “You were the boy who ate slugs, correct?” Ron was so nervous, and he felt all his blood pooling in his face. 

“What did you say then, er,– candied, yes?” Ron was silent through this, he was unaware of what to say. 

Ginny’s eyes light up, as she finally put two and two together, “You’re the french muggle girl Ron went on about!”

“He went on about me?” You questioned. Ginny’s friend’s had sensed this was a conversation amongst the three of you, and left, telling her they’d meet her in the common room and left. 

Ginny’s arms were now crossed against her chest, looking between you and Ron. You took off the signature Beauxbaton hat and fixed your hair, now conscious of the way you looked. Ron was too nervous to fix himself. Half his button-up was untucked and peeking from underneath his sweater, his collar was lopsided and his tie was arbitrarily knotted into a poor excuse of a windsor. He was transfixed on you, studying your features as though he were making sure that it was really you he tripped at King Tut’s tomb a year ago. 

Ginny turned to her brother, and their eyes met, gesturing him to talk. Ron opened his mouth but his vocal chords refused him any vibration. You stared at him, as the gears grinded in his head. 

“Er, I wouldn’t say went on about you,” Ron explained

“Wouldn’t say? Don’t lie, Ron.” Ginny said. Ron looked at her annoyedly, and Ginny smiled in return. 

You smile, “Is it true you eat candied slugs here?”

Ginny chortles, “Candied slugs?”

“Is it not, uh, a delicacy? He told me that last year,” You ask, pointing to Ron

“Blimey…” Ron mutters. Ginny laughs. He reasons, “I thought you were a muggle.” You shoot him a puzzled look, “Muggle?”

“Normal, non-magic,” Ginny cuts in. Ron shoots her another look. 

“Oh? Did, uh, I look not magical?” You ask jokingly. 

“You were more than magical,” Ron says in a dream-like tone. 

You fluster at his words and Ginny’s face turns into a disgusted look. 

“I’ll leave you to it then,” Ginny says, turning her heel to exit the hall. Ron pleads at Ginny through his eyes, but she takes no notice and leaves him with you. 

A pause takes you both. You recollect yourself, planning out what you want to say to Ron.

“I still have our, uh, polaroid.” You say warmly at Ron. He feels lighter, more comfortable knowing you kept the little piece of memorabilia from Egypt. 

“So do I!” He exclaims, too enthusiastically. He sinks back down into composure, silently scolding himself for the unwanted burst of energy. “I thought you weren’t a witch, honestly.”

You smile, “I could see your wand.”

Ron blushes fiercely, shades of red slowly taking place on his face, soon it becomes so strong, it’s enough to rival his hair, “I-I’m sorry?”

“Your, uh, wand. It was held together, by, uh, tape.” You declare. 

Ron sighed in relief, “You did?” 

“Yes, it was in your back pocket the whole time, no?” 

“Call me daft, I really thought no one would notice.” 

“It’s why I thought you knew I was a witch,” You say. “I didn’t care to point it, er, out.” 

Ron laughed humorlessly. 

“Would you, er, care to show me around the castle?” You ask him. Ron inhaled deeply and his mouth crunched into himself, a habit that showed when he was nervous. 

He carefully pushed a bang out of his face, before responding, “Uhm, okay.” 

Ron feigns gentlemanliness, gesturing you to the exit of the hall. His feet don’t move in tune with each other, causing him to lose balance. He utters choice words, but you don’t seem to notice. You walk towards the exit and Ron is right behind you, eyeing you up and down, while whispering a strained bloody hell. 

As Harry and Hermione waited for Ron at the hall doors, they were surprised to see you come out first with him on your tail. Hermione’s jaw dropped and Harry’s face lit up in approval. 

“‘Ello!” You greeted them, “My name is [Y/N]!” 

Harry’s eyes were wide, blinking away; Hermione scoffed in Ron’s direction. Ron merely shrugged, one of his bangs falling over his right eye. You looked back at Ron and at them, smiling. You were absolutely oblivious to the unspoken conversation the three were having amongst themselves. Ron’s head tilts in your direction, begging with Harry to say something. 

“I’m Harry, Ron has told us so much about you, this here is Hermione,” Harry says, gesturing to her. Ron panics silently and makes a pained noise, causing you to look back at him. Harry is losing it and trying very hard to stay composed. Hermione is still silent, looking at you and looking back at Ron.

“Has he?” You ask Hermione and Harry. 

“Oh, loads.” Says Harry simply. Ron wants to die. 

“Er, why don’t we walk her around for a bit, yeah?” Ron takes you by the wrist, shuffling between Harry and Hermione. Hermione looks to Harry in disapproval, arms crossed. Harry shrugs and follows Ron. 

Hermione catches up to Harry and whispers angrily, “What? Like she’s a dog?”

Hermione decides to leave the group, taking a right to the moving staircases, and she drags Harry along with her, much to his dismay. Ron was alone with you now. 

The walk around the castle was quiet but you didn’t seem to mind. Ron was looking at you the whole time, looking away when you looked at him. Ron was taken back with how you were willingly donating your time to him, when you could have joined the Durmstrang boy who sat next to you during the feast. He could swear you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Though he was supposed to be leading you around Hogwarts, he was letting you lead and following you like a puppy. 

You two finally stop at the courtyard, taking a seat on the grass. Ron stays standing, hands in pockets, pushing his cloak back. He’s looking around, avoiding your gaze. You catch his eye and pat the grass next to you. He cautiously sits down and assumes a long-sit. It is silent for a while, as you are basking in the moonlight. Ron is holding his breath, trying to emulate your relaxed demeanor but failing miserably. 

“I think it’s important to tell you,” You start, breaking the silence, “I’m part veela.” 

Ron is bewildered, “Veela?” 

“I think it is why you are so nervous around me,” 

“Nervous? Who said I was nervous?” He chuckles humorlessly and boomerangs back to a neutral expression. You laugh in response. 

“It’s not really an, uh, intended effect. It comes with it, like how you are a wizard who does magic. Veelas attract other people very much so.” 

“Oh,” Ron musters as a response. He stays silent, and so do you. It gets dark quickly, and you shoot up immediately. 

“I didn’t realize how late it has gotten!” You exclaim to Ron, who stands quickly. You dust off your uniform, while Ron watches you. You’re quite the sight under the stars and Ron is absolutely lovestruck. “Madame Maxime will, as the English say, have my head.” 

Ron smiles at you, unable to muster an answer as your smile is distracting and mesmerizing and simply put, beautiful. You grab his hand and pull him closer, landing a chaste kiss on his cheek. 

“Thank you for bringing me around,” You whisper in a hug. As you pull away, you continue, “I hope to see you around again Don’t, uh, worry. I think I can find my way back.”

Ron is staring at you, rubbing his palm over his cheek. You giggle and walk back the same route you came. Ron is behind you again, looking you up and down again, while whispering a signature bloody hell again. He sees you walk down the hall until he can no longer see your figure and he makes his way back to the common room. 

Harry is waiting on the sofa, as Hermione tucked herself in an hour before. 

“I’m in love!” exclaims Ron to Harry. “I think I love her. I love her.” 

Harry laughs in response.

“I’m not joking, mate!” Ron says to him in a serious tone. “I have to see her again.”

“Alright, you aren’t joking!” Harry replies back strongly. 

“Harry, I mean it I have to see her again!” Ron says again, with such a remarkable tone of desperation in his voice. His face is so close to Harry’s, Harry wrings his head backward for protection.

“They’ll be here the whole year, Ron. You don’t have to worry.” 

Ron is satisfied with Harry’s answer, and wordlessly climbs up the stairs to his bed. He makes a beeline for his sock drawer, thrashing it open, throwing sock after sock out of it until he finds the polaroid of you two together. He lays it on his bed, photo in hand, resting it on his chest. He repeats your name with a smile on his face. He doesn’t bother to change out of his school clothes, and falls asleep hoping to see you the next day and the day after that and the day after that. 

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Personal headcanon/rant: of magical prowess and bashing

You know all these fanfics where you have Super!Harry with a bunch of superpowers or Hermione creating spells that Merlin himself wouldn’t be able to dream about? And how, oddly, Ron is pretty much always left out of the loop when it comes to the Powerful!fanfic bunch, because people would rather have a spoiled brat of a Death Eater or an asshole teacher be übermensch?

We know Snape is a good duelist and has “created” spells (unless he simply dug them out of a library somewhere), but he’s got twenty years of experience along with some skirmishes he must have gone through with his fellow DEs. We know Hermione’s good at spellcasting but that she also studies heavily, and that she has trouble with spells that are not entirely theoretical (the Patronus). Harry doesn’t study as much as Hermione does and is not that great at magic; the only spells he can to cast without any problem are the Patronus, Expelliarmus and Stupefy. As for Malfoy… He does Serpensortia once and then we never see him fight again because he’s a big coward. No super-strong magic here.

So why am I complaining about stupid fanfiction that makes characters who have no superior magical prowess whatsoever into the new Merlins of the world?

First, because they always leave Ron out.

Second, because if there’s one wizard in the Potterverse, apart from Voldemort and Dumbledore, who deserves to be given attention about his magic powers, it’s Ron.

Windschild8178 (some of you Ron-lovers might recognize them as the author of the excellent fanfic Stay Standing on FFN) is writing a few Ron-centric stories right now and has written an extremely good author’s note on their story The Boogeyman, a rant about all of the hidden potential Ron’s character presents, and how it gets ignored by pretty much all the HP fandom. I recommend you read it because it’s pretty much as if they took the very soul of Ron-lovers and put it into words.

And now, on to my own, much bigger, much less organized personal rant.

I’ve always had the feeling that Ron was the most magically gifted/powerful of the trio. His so-called “averageness” is very much a lie. His magic is fuelled by his emotions and as such becomes even stronger. This headcanon of mine is founded in several actual canon happenings that we can observe throughout the series (in the books only. Come on, dearest Stevie giving credit to Ron? Now there’s a laugh).

Not only does Ron react very strongly to external magic (the Veelas, Crouch Jr’s Imperius Curse leaves him skipping steps for more than twenty minutes after he’s been freed from it, he notices the locket’s “pulse” whereas Harry only vaguely feels it, he has the very correct feeling that Voldy’s name shouldn’t be said out loud), he also demonstrates great abilities when he gets serious. … and when he doesn’t, as well.

I mean, the class genius masters Wingardium Leviosa and makes her feather levitate 20 inches. Great, fine. Four hours later, the the kid who couldn’t do just that casts Wingardium Leviosa and makes a shit heavy club outright fly 12 feet off the ground!! And nobody thinks that this is slightly impressive?! Hermione states “Ron knocked it out with its own club” and no teacher raises an eyebrow? It’s like Ron is actively ignored by pretty much everyone besides Harry and Hermione.

Second year, Hermione herself tells us that the slug-belching charm is a spell that’s hard to cast, and it’s even worse with a broken wand. Guess who casts it, NONVERBALLY, with a broken wand? Ronniekins, that’s who! Percy was barely learning how to cast nonverbal spells at the time! Oh, oh, and you know what’s even more impressive? Ron’s wand was broken, but it wasn’t even his own wand! It was Charlie’s! Ollivander tells us that a good wizard can do magic with anyone’s wand but it’s easier with their own wand. Basically: holy shit, Ron!

Ron’s crazy magic settles down a bit during PoA and GoF, or at least I can’t remember any instance where JKR describes something unexpected happening concerning him.

However, we then have OoTP, and this time our beloved redhead’s quite in shape. For example, during his Charms O.W.L., it’s said that he transformed a plate into a toadstool/mushroom without knowing how he did it. A wooden plate… into a toadstool… a toadstool, which can actually be considered as… food.

HOLY SHIT RON JUST BROKE GAMP’S LAW OF ELEMENTAL TRANSFIGURATION.

Yeah yeah it was a throwaway joke and JKR created Gamp’s Law in the seventh book so she could justify why the trio was able to starve during the Camping Trip Of Pointlessness™, but she should have known better, or actually establish Gamp’s Law earlier on in the series (after all, they turn pincushions into headgehogs at some point in the earlier years, who’s to say you can’t eat a hedgehog?). And some people might say “but nooo its not food if its a poisoned toadstoool ron is not good at megic bcuz hurmion is bettur, ur full of lies” well guess what, in order to be poisoned you actually have to eat, meaning chew, swallow and digest - or rather fail to digest - the poisonous thing. BAM. IT’S CANON. RON BROKE GAMP’S LAW OF ELEMENTAL TRANSFIGURATION. (And JKR has the freaking gall to give him the same results as Harry only slightly less better. Can you feel her prejudice against her own character?) And that’s not all he does in fifth year!

At the Department of Mysteries, Luna tells us that she, Ron and Ginny fled from four Death Eaters that followed them into a room full of planets. Four Death Eaters. One breaks Ginny’s ankle and Luna blasts him with Pluto. Then they collect Ron, who got cursed by “them” and is acting all loopy and run back to Harry. … what about the three Death Eaters unaccounted for in the planet room? Well apparently Ron fought all three of them, got cursed by at least two, and still won, considering no DEs are chasing after Luna and her group. All hail the King.

In HBP, finally, we’ve got that time where Ron broke up with Lavender and was feeling so guilty, he was simply waving his wand around and… and it starts snowing. INSIDE HOGWARTS. He’s making it snow. INSIDE HOGWARTS. No incantation, no spell, nothing, just “I feel like I’m a coldhearted bastard” and suddenly it’s snowing INSIDE HOGWARTS.

And of course we can’t forget how Voldemort casts a Silencing Spell over the people of Hogwarts, holding his Elder Wand, saying Harry died like an idiot, only for Ronald Weasley, official best friend and badass extraordinaire, to scream AT VOLDEMORT “HE BEAT YOU!” and the charm, the super-powerful, cast-by-Voldemort-and-the-Elder-Wand Charm BREAKS. He wasn’t even using a wand, he wasn’t even saying an incantation, Ronald Weasley, through the simple power of his rage and grief, freaking breaks a silencing charm made by VOLDE-FREAKING-MORT AKA THE GUY THAT COULD HOLD HIS OWN AGAINST DUMBLEDORE.

So that’s well and good but if Ron was so talented, why didn’t he put his magical power to a use, the Ron-lover asks curiously and the Ron-basher sneers contemptuously?

The answer’s simple: 1) blame JKR for getting prejudiced against her own character as she was writing her series; 2) his perpetual negative billions self-esteem that could have been solved had any of his friends bothered paying a little attention to him.

One of the reasons why I’m so hostile to Ron-bashing is because these people look down at someone who already considers himself to be less than worthless… and then they proceed to dig him even deeper. That’s manipulative, abusive, borderline psychopathic behaviour. They do exactly what Draco Malfoy does with Weasley is our King in the first place: they kick people when they’re already down. They act like Snape acted towards Neville Longbottom (you know, the kid whose biggest fear would have been Bellatrix Lestrange had she not been hijacked by a teacher who delighted in belittling him and tormenting him?).

Ron’s the kind of person who needs reassurance to function. He needs affection and nice things said about him. Some people might think it’s pathetic but we all know better. Who doesn’t like to have nice things said about them, and to them? Wanting to be praised, to be appreciated, to be told he’s doing things right for a change, that was everything Ron Weasley needed to blossom, and that’s everything he’s denied for the whole freaking series.

Do you know what Weasley is our King is? If you’ve seen only the movies then no you don’t, and then you have no right to bash Ron. Because this song, this anthem to Ron’s glory used to be a song used to humiliate him so much, he wouldn’t be able to play Quidditch.

Picture it. Draco Malfoy. Sitting down at a table. Thinking “how can I make Ron’s self-esteem take such a nose-dive he’ll be literally paralyzed and unable to play?”. Picture Draco Malfoy actively looking for Ron’s greatest insecurities and fears of inadequacy. Picture Draco Malfoy writing a song about them and teaching it to every Slytherin in the school.

And then try to sell me Draco Malfoy the redeemed little angel, The Boy Who Made The Wrong Choice(s). See me spit right in your face because I refuse to praise an arrogant, bigoted, spiteful little bully, and you should too. He’s not so bad anymore, yes. But do you even begin to understand how Ron must have felt during this school year? How he was probably flushing in humiliation any time he saw something related to Quidditch? How he would have blamed himself for Harry and his brothers’ ban from Quidditch because he thought it was his fault for letting Malfoy get to him? How Harry never, not even once, tries to reassure him? Hermione might try but what does Hermione know about Quidditch? Ron being utterly alone and ashamed and filled with self-loathing? Hm? How’s that for sweet little Draco Malfoy who’s never been bullied and tormented by anyone, ever?

Draco wasn’t irredeemable when he joined the Death Eaters. He was irredeemable as soon as he opened his mouth to say that all Weasleys had red hair, freckles and more children than they could afford. Because while JKR “loathes a traitor”, I loath a bully. I’ve been bullied. I’ve seen people shipping characters with their bullies. I’ve seen people call such relationships as being those of “star-crossed lovers”. I’ve hated these with all my soul. Because being bullied is not romantic, nor is it cool or cute. It’s freaking awful, it’ll make you miserable, cause you to lose your friends, turn your life into a living hell.

Weasley is our King is a metaphor for harrassment and school bullying. It’s basically what a (blessedly) few teenagers have to go through during their school years. Do you know what usually happens to these teenagers? Suicide.

And the worst part? JKR herself partakes in it. JKR herself bullies her character. Do you know what happens after the triumphant reprise of Weasley is our King is sung for the very first time, when Ron saves all these goals, when he shows how incredible he can be, how good he is despite all the mockeries he’s had to endure during all of his fifth year that we didn’t see because it was All About Harry™ as usual? After Ron has finally triumphed and “proved” he was good enough to the entire school?

She has him bump his head on the door’s lintel.

Because being humiliated for an entire school year then proving your abusers they’re wrong without being ridiculed isn’t allowed when your author is named J.K. Rowling and you’re Ron Weasley.

I went on several topics there; Ron’s obvious magical prowess, how he could have used said magical prowess had JKR not restrained him with extra-heavy plot chains, and the disgusting prejudice there is against a kind-hearted character who happens to have a few faults while the bigoted bully next door gets a get-out-of-jail-free card, all by the will of an author who apparently had a nice long discussion with Steve Kloves in-between PoA and GoF to prepare the first movie adaptation of Harry Potter… and we all know how this ends.

That was my little… *looks at slider* … enormous rant on Ron, magic, and bullying. Hope I didn’t bore you that much. Cheers, Ron-lovers!

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Good evening, well it’s evening here anyway! Was wondering if I could get a part 4 to MC X BILL? If you would please :) ( am I being annoying yet?-lovereading them!) So it Carries on from the last one, but it’s evening now at the Weasley house and mc and bill have gone to bed. Bill wonders/hopes if mc wants to share a bed with him (blushing) and Mc is nervous but would love to. Mc sees Bill in his boxers for first time and they discuss being intimate.Shift to morningafterandbreakfast in bed:)

pt.2 Didn’t have enough room to say in the request I just sent it, but ty and I look forward to reading! :) excuse the pure mush 😅 Also could you maybe have some of the Weasley’s laughing and giggling when Bill says to mc that he can sleep in his room? Maybe one of the twins makes a joke or something? Also the morning after, Bill brings mc breakfast in bed? :) and Bill has his hair in a man bun because mc finds that really attractive? Ty! I’m going to shut up now!

Hi again! as I said yesterday to an anon, I’m not writing smut but I write cuddle, pre shot of sex, and discuss about sex. So to my followers, THIS STORY WILL TALK ABOUT SEX now you know and now you can chose to read this in public or not. Hope you enjoy this part!

Previously on MCxBill (click HERE to come to the previous chapter): MC is a male bisexual Gryffindor who is together with Bill Weasley. It is summer and MC is spending the weekend over at the Weasleys home. 

“Oh look at the clock,” said Molly after Arthur had babbled about all the questions that was slowly killing MC. And he was happy that Molly now cut it off. “it is way past over the twins bed time, if they don’t get soon to bed, then we will have a nightmarish night.”“We aren’t tired,” said George and Fred just nodded. “we can stay up a little bit longer, then we will get tired!”

“No no,” said Arthur at his sons. “everyone off to bed!”“And we have prepared a room for you MC,” said Molly but then Bill commented.“Or he can sleep in my room, it is enough room for another bed in there.”

“Oh,” said Fred and George, dragged out the o. “you two sharing a bedroom!”“Mom and dad shares a bedroom,” stated Charlie when he passed the living room. “and you don’t make a comment about that?”Fred and George look at each other and then at their parents. “Oh, so you two also share a bedroom?”“Merlins beard,” sighed Arthur. “we are married!”

After a while, there was two beds in Bills small room and Bill closed the door behind them.“That was a lot of questions your dad asked,” MC said and sat down on the small bed they had just pulled in. “I didn’t know someone could ask that much questions.”“Well you did just fine,” said Bill and left a kiss on MCs head. “I can tell my family likes you.”

“I’m happy about that,” said MC and smiled at Bill. “and good thing I could sleep in the same room as you.”“Well that would be the easiest way to ask you,” said Bill and got pinkish cheeks and looked somewhere else than MC. “if you don’t want to sleep alone.”“We sleep in the same room?” MC said and raised an eyebrow. “I’m not alone now?”“Not like that,” said Bill and pushed lightly on MCs arm. “I mean…. sharing bed.”

At Hogwarts they weren’t able to do it. One, they are in different rooms. Two, they share rooms with bunch of their classmates. So they have never shared a bed. MC felt his cheek got red and he nodded.“Yeah,” he said in a mumbling voice. “w-we could do that, I mean, your bed fits for two.”“Yes it does,” said Bill and laughed at how red MC had become. MC was about to pull out his pyjamas from his beg when he noticed that Bill was just throwing off his clothes and only being in his boxers. MC just turned back to his bag and blushed. He shouldn’t care about that, he have seen his roommates running around in their underwear. Although, he never had a crush on them, this was different. He and Bill have never really showed off their bodies to each other. MC decided that he could at least wear a t-shirt and his boxers, he didn’t want to wear his pyjamas if Bill didn’t wear his.

“You decide if you want to be close to the wall or not,” said Bill and started to pull his hair back. “Mostly near you,” said MC jokingly and stared at Bills body.He sure was muscular and was hairless all over his body. MC blushed a little and Bill put his hair in to a bun and MC snorted a little.“Never did I know you put your hair in to bun,” said MC and rose up from the small bed he had sat on and moved over to Bill bed to be closet to the wall.“It is a new thing I have started to have,” said Bill and messed up MCs hair. “my hair is pretty long right now and get in my way everywhere.”

MC just shook his head and laid down on the bed and Bill crawled next up to him. Bill hugged MC and MC crawled up in his embrace. Bill was warm and soft, since MC was a pretty cold person, he liked the warmth that came from Bills body.“Hey,” whispered Bill and MC looked up at Bill.“Hi on you too,” he whispered and Bill just snorted on MCs face but MC just smiled.

“I know this maybe is… weird,” said Bill and was close to MCs ear and when Bill spoke, MC got some few chills over his body. “but, I want to have sex with you.”MC was shocked and didn’t say anything, of course he have thought about that as well but haven’t dare to pick up the subject with Bill. He only stared at Bills chest.“I didn’t expect you to answer,” Bill joked and giggled. “but it is nothing we need to hurry about either. But I thought at least I could tell you.”“I mean,” said MC and looked up at Bill. “I want it too. But I never really thought of asking about it.”Bill held MCs chin and kissed on MCs soft lips and MC could taste the pepper mint that Bill had brush his teeth with. 

“I’m ready whenever you are ready,” said Bill softly after the kiss.“Funny,” said MC and grinned. “I was about to say the same thing to you.”

MC woke up to that the sun was shining at him and on his eyes. MC opened up his eyes slowly and felt extremely tired. But MC also noticed that Bill was gone. MC looked over at the clock, it showed it was seven o’clock in the morning. MC kinda groaned and buried his face in the pillow. It was until he heard the door open up and he looked up.Bill, who will soon go his last year at Hogwarts, was allowed to use magic outside of Hogwarts. He had open up the door with his hand and behind him was a salver, filled with food on, floating behind him. Bill smiled at how tired MC was and walked over to him.

“What are you doing up this early?” asked MC.“Making breakfast,” said Bill.He had dressed up in shorts and in a t-shirt, his bun was a little bit loose and his hair was about to escape from the bun. “That was kind of you,” said MC and sat up in the bed. “but I thought we would eat with your family?”“Oh we will,” Bill said and grinned. “but that breakfast won’t be calm as this breakfast.”

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Fremione moodboard → In the name of love

When Ginny stops by at the twins’ store in Diagon Alley on a Monday afternoon, she only finds George. George is being frustratingly vague about Fred’s whereabouts and she can’t get anything out of him. Annoyed at her brother’s behaviour, she leaves the store a short five minutes later, huffing and frowning. The only other time George hasn’t told her where Fred is was when Fred was on a date and he didn’t want Ginny to tease him. And she only got that out of him after a fair amount of Firewhisky shots.

So, Ginny comes to the conclusion that Fred must be on a date.

It turns out she’s not wrong. It’s just completely different than she (or any of the Weasleys) expected.

Tuesday evening is an evening like any other. When Hermione gets home, Fred has a cup of tea ready for her and he’s on the sofa waiting for her. George is in the kitchen making dinner because, let’s be honest, Fred can’t cook to save his life and he knows it. After one failed date where he had attempted to make them dinner and it had ended with Hermione putting out the fire on the stove with her wand and ordering Thai for dinner.

She doesn’t mind that Fred can’t cook – she lives with both twins and fortunately, George can cook so there’s always dinner on the table when she gets home. Fred knows she loves a good cup of tea when she gets home and always makes sure it’s exactly the way she likes it – with a swish of milk and two sugars.

“Hey darling, how was work today?” Fred asks. He looks tired, Hermione thinks, like he had an extremely busy day at the shop. He holds out her favourite mug and she takes it from him, setting down her briefcase and taking a long sip of her tea with her eyes closed. When she swallows, she feels like she can breathe again.

“Very busy,” she finally answers Fred and she kisses his cheek as a greeting. It never fails to make him blush just a little bit and she loves it. Fred is rarely shy or embarrassed, and he’s usually the one to initiate public affection but he’s still not used to Hermione being the one to show affection. Of course, he knows she loves him, but she doesn’t often show it in physical touches. “Ron had an incident with a Muggle girl in central London and they had me sort it out and it took ages.”

Fred rolls his eyes at the mention of his younger brother. “That does sound like Ron. You’ve been sorting out his messes since your first year at Hogwarts, I’m not surprised.”

Hermione chuckles. “Your brother isn’t that bad. He’s just still not really used to Muggles and tends to use non-Muggle words around them and today, it escalated.” Fred throws her a dark look as she shakes off her coat and pulls the elastic out of her hair, letting the curls spring free from her bun. Before he can say anything else about Ron, she asks “And how was your day? You look tired, was it busier than usual?”

Fred sinks back into the couch and sighs. “Apparently a lot of people misunderstood the date on those flyers we released for the launch of our new Wonder Witch range. They all thought it was today and they flooded the shop and drove Verity almost insane with all kinds of questions. We had to send her home early so we were one man short.”

Hermione sits down next to him, placing her hand in his. “At least dinner’s almost ready.” Fred smiles at her as George calls from the kitchen that the spaghetti is ready. They eat as they chat about their days and Hermione recounts the story of Ron and the Muggle girl, much to the twins’ amusement.

“Oh, by the way,” George says, stuffing a forkful of spaghetti in his mouth, “Ginny stopped by yesterday.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Hermione scolds him and he rolls his eyes.

“Yes, mum. Ginny stopped by yesterday when you two were on your mysterious date.”

“What did she want?” Fred asks, glancing sideways at Hermione when he remembers he has his mouth full but she doesn’t comment on it.

“She wanted to know where you were,” he shrugs. “Don’t know if she wanted something from you but she wasn’t happy when she left.”

Fred snorts. “Of course. Don’t ever tell her I said this, but she’s even nosier than mum sometimes.”

“If I were you, I’d give her a satisfactory explanation soon before she starts digging,” George suggests.

“Why can’t we just tell her?” Hermione asks, her fork paused halfway between her plate and her mouth.

“Telling Ginny is telling Mum and Fleur,” Fred explains, putting down his fork. “They will start planning a wedding, I tell you.”

“So we start with the boys,” Hermione says. “George knows and Molly hasn’t stopped by yet.”

“’Mione, are you sure about this? We’re a loud bunch, especially on Sunday dinners and Christmas,” Fred warns.

“Oh please, I’ve handled Ron and Harry for years,” she huffs. “I can handle you two on a daily basis. I can definitely handle Molly.”

“She’s got a point,” George says, mouth full of spaghetti again.

“Shut up,” Fred says, smacking his twin. “If you’re sure, ‘Mione.”

“I am. Trust me.” She smiles at him and intertwines their hands. “Besides, I’m tired of not being able to tell Harry and Ginny about us and exchange embarrassing stories about our significant others. Merlin knows we got plenty of those.”

“Should we tell them separately or just all at once?” Fred ponders out loud.  

“All at once,” George says loudly. “Unless you think our dear siblings can keep their mouths shut around mum.”

“He’s probably right,” Hermione replies, “We could do it at Sunday dinner this week.”

-

On Sunday, Molly is pleasantly surprised Hermione shows up. She’s been inviting her to Sunday dinner since the end of the war, but Hermione has only shown up about three times. It’s not that she doesn’t like Sunday dinners, but she had a pretty boring life before Fred and there was really nothing to tell at the dinner table, whereas the other Weasleys all had exciting stories and tales to share.

Fred and Hermione made the deal last night to wait with their announcement until after dinner so no one (Ron) could choke on food in shock. It was a real possibility, as Fred assured her. Hermione, having spent pretty much every meal time at Hogwarts with Ron, believed him immediately.

“Hermione dear, it’s so good to see you!” Molly exclaims when she Apparates just outside the Burrow, Fred and George right behind her.

“Hi Molly.” She embraces the older woman shortly before moving inside the house as Molly hugs the twins and scolds them for not stopping by more often. She imagines Fred rolling his eyes behind her back and smiles. When she looks back for a second, she sees George trying to free himself from his mother’s grasp and Fred, having escaped her already, rolling his eyes as she predicted. She shakes her head fondly as she greets Ginny.

“Hermione, I haven’t seen you in ages!” Ginny exclaims. “You should come over more often!”

“Well, she will be coming over more often,” Fred chimes in and Hermione gives him a warning look. “Because-“ There’s a long silence when Fred forgets his train of thought and Hermione spots the panicked look on his face. Knowing Fred, he probably forgot they would wait until after dinner.

“Because what, Fred?” Ginny asks. The look on her face resembles Molly’s at her worst and Fred’s face shows how scared he still is of his little sister. Hermione secretly thinks it’s kind of funny.

“Because-“ He looks desperately at Hermione and she gives him an amused smile, trying to convey the message that he got himself in this mess and he should fix it himself.

“Because they’re dating,” George yells from somewhere in the house, probably the kitchen. Ginny’s mouth fall open in stunned silence and Hermione pulls out her wand and rounds on George, but he’s nowhere to be seen.

“Jerk,” she mumbles, putting her wand back in her jeans pocket.

It’s almost unnaturally silent in the Burrow when Ginny asks “Is it true, Hermione? Are you and Fred dating?” She looks over to Fred, who is uncharacteristically quiet and frozen in place.

Hermione smiles bravely, taking Fred’s hand in her own and answer with a clear “Yes.”

This seems to nudge Fred back into action, who pulls her into his side. “Yes, we are. We were actually going to wait until after dinner in case ickle Ronniekins was in danger of choking on his food, but George had other plans.” He shoots his twin, who’s sneaked back into the living room, a dark look. George doesn’t look apologetic in the least when he mumbles a quick sorry.

The first to go over to them is, unsurprisingly, Charlie. Hermione has a suspicion that he knew all along or that either of the twins told him a while ago, because all he does is welcome Hermione to the family officially and give her a hug. Bill and Fleur are next, Fleur already looking way too excited about a possible future wedding and blabbering about flowers and dresses. “Ignore her, just take it as slow as you want,” Bill whispers in her ear as he hugs her and Hermione remembers why Bill is her favourite. “And you,” he adds, releasing Hermione and pointing a finger at Fred, “you better take good care of her or I will know where to find you.”

“I second that,” Charlie calls and Harry waves a hand in agreement as well.

Hermione chuckles at them and says “He’s treating me just fine, guys. Besides, I’m perfectly capable of handling myself with a wand.” Ron shudders at the memory of the little birds that attacked him in sixth year and Harry grins to himself.

Percy congratulates them in his usual stiff manner, but she appreciates it nonetheless.

Ron and Harry both warn Fred that they know where to find him should he ever do anything to hurt Hermione. “I’m your brother, aren’t you supposed to be threatening her?” Fred whines but he intertwines his fingers with Hermione’s and squeezes gently.

Ron and Harry share a look before chorusing a loud “No.”

Ginny recovers from her shock next, wrapping Hermione in a tight, crushing hug. “Oh Merlin, I can’t believe we’re finally going to be actual sisters!” She keeps squealing in Hermione’s ear until Harry gently pulls her away and steers her towards the kitchen.

“What do you think, mum?” George asks from his place in the corner of the room, where he has been hiding in hopes of not getting beaten by Hermione. He seems to think he’s safe now, but Hermione isn’t quite ready to let him get away with it yet.

“You,” she says in a threatening tone to George, “I will get you back later.” He cowers back just as Molly enters the room.

“What do I think about what, Georgie?”

“About me and Hermione dating,” Fred answers and Molly, like Ginny not too long ago, freezes in place and her mouth drops open.

“That’s nice, Fred,” Arthur says distractedly, studying the Muggle toaster Harry bought him for his birthday last week.

“Are you saying that Hermione is finally a part of the family?” Molly says breathlessly and when Fred nods, it’s not Hermione but Fred she hugs first. “Oh Freddie, you finally did something right!” she exclaims and Hermione bursts out laughing at the downright offended look on his face.

“Mum, I daresay I did more than one thing right in my life,” he starts but Molly just shushes him and turns to Hermione instead.

“Hermione, dear, I’m so glad Fred finally decided to get his head on straight and do something about that crush he’s been harbouring for ages! I can’t wait to show you the old photographs!”

Hermione smiles gleefully as she pokes Fred in the side when he goes to protest. “I can’t wait, Molly. I want to hear all about what he and George did as kids.” Molly claps her hands together happily and dashes off to find the photo albums as Fred and George collectively groan. “Don’t you complain, George Weasley. You started this. Merlin, I hope she has some good blackmail material.”

Bill laughs. “Oh Fred, you have no idea what you’re in for.”

Fred pulls Hermione in for a short kiss and smiles at her. “Maybe I don’t, but man, am I excited to find out.”

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