#ron weasley cameo

[whinlatter]

That’s how she feels, early Monday, third week of September 1998, listening to a little Muggle man murmur to her on the airwaves: at sea. Like there’s a great wave brewing, swelling on the horizon. It’s not yet broken, but the threat is there – like, soon, it’ll crash against the seashore, rise up, swallow the harbour whole.

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[cuffmeinblack]

My brain is just two gingers constantly rotating around and trying to suppress the urge to scream about them (and mostly failing miserably)

[ellivenollivander]

To show support, positivity & foster community I am going to share all of the things I’ve read this week, almost every week. ☺️

My ask box is open if you ever wish to send me something you love or have written. Non-HL content is below the cut. NSFW Content is in RED.

Salvation by @cuffmeinblack - Still reading, still devouring and it will likely have a permanent place on my wrap-ups from now until the end of time. Writing Prompt #2: Poppy Sweeting x Imelda Reyes One Shot by @theladyofshalott1989 - Wonderful sapphic representation in this silly little fandom, LOVED every second of this. 10/10 Gerald cameo. It's Now or Never by @skittish1807 - smutty smutty Sebastian Sallow smut smut. Sebastian caring for your virtue? I was panting like a dog. Will read this, and everything written by Skittish 1000 times over. A Moment Of Your Time by @applinsandoranges - Another beautiful Andrew Larson fic by Miss ApplinsandOranges. Snapshots of a beautiful relationship with the softest boy. Served Cold by @pluviowriting - Fifth year reminiscing. Garreth Weasley socking it to Sebastian Sallow. What else could you possibly ask for?

A Date, Of Sorts by @cuffmeinblack - A smutty Ron Weasley ficlet. Stressed out Auror!Ron, Healer!Reader. 100/10. Really scratched the itch for a good Ron appreciation fic after so much Dramione taking over my brain space as of late.

[ravenflorals]

Hi Jackie! I saw that you are into Dramione and they are my favorite ship. I would like to request a fluffy Dramione drabble to the song “Never Stop” by Safetysuit, if I may :) I believe it was intended to be a wedding song (do with that what you will). Thank you very much if you choose to do this!

Never Stop

rating: teen & up

word count: 800 words

pairing: draco malfoy / hermione granger , backgroung harry potter / ginny weasley

characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley ( more a cameo ) , Theodore Nott ( also a cameo )

excerpt: He loved his wife. Did when they started dating, did during the official courting, and did now. “You’re nonstop , witch. The press can wait.” He says, holding tightly to her frame. “To be truthful you get my heart racing.” He says and can feel his heart practically pounding in his chest. Her head rests against his chest as they stand there. Her back against him. One day they’ll be fifty and telling these stories, they’ll be seventy still learning little things about one another, and they’ll be ninety and turning gray. Holding onto one another with the memories they carried.

authors note: Hi lovely! Thank you so much for the ask — I LOVED the song choice it made writing this easy and fun. Thank you for the request!!

Gray eyes examine the sight before him. His curly haired bride stands between her two best friends, smiling for the press who decided to come. Despite his mother telling him not to let it get to his head. He overthinks the headlines that are due to come. “DISGRACED PUREBLOOD MARRIES MUGGLEBORN HEROINE. HOW DID HE TRAP HER?” the kinds of articles people would skip to page eight for but still not know the whole truth. The truth if anything. She trapped him. Trapped him in body, in spirit, and in mind. In every single way he belonged to her just as she belonged to him.

Ron —— who admittedly had grown on him since Hogwarts put bunny ears behind Hermione in a “funny photo.” And all Draco can think is what would have happened if he wasn’t an arse and got to know the trio. Would the war have raged as long as it did? Would he have been able to ask Granger to the Yule Ball instead of staring at her the whole night? Would he have gotten something right? As these thoughts roar he hears the sound of his wife . His witch. Laughing. His eyes are on her as Theo nudges him

“Go and get her tiger.” The combination of the words from his friend and the sight of Hermione being bright, vibrant, warm. Made him want nothing more than to be by her side. No matter what the press or news would say. What he knew was his amortentia smelt like her in sixth year. In the eighth year he danced around his feelings for her. Two years later he met her parents, post obliviation –—— and sincerely trying their best to relearn their child. He knew that when she proposed she said yes, and now he stood with his wedding band on her finger.

She wore virgin white, which was ironic with the things they’d done. And truly looked like every single blessing in the world. “Sorry to intrude Weasley. Can I borrow my wife?” He asks, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Hermione raises her head, looking at Draco with complete wonder. He hoped to never lose that glance from her. Once Ron leaves, the newly wedded husband keeps his arm around his wife. “Usually the bride and groom keep together in these events.” He says pressing a kiss into Hermione’s hair.

“Sorry. You know how press gets regarding any of us.” She says in a ramble “they wanted to hear about the cases we were working on. And the death eater tri—.” His lips are on hers. It’s soft but stern. When he pulls away, a light sigh escapes parted lips.

He loved his wife. Did when they started dating, did during the official courting, and did now. “You’re nonstop , witch. The press can wait.” He says, holding tightly to her frame. “To be truthful you get my heart racing.” He says and can feel his heart practically pounding in his chest. Her head rests against his chest as they stand there. Her back against him. One day they’ll be fifty and telling these stories, they’ll be seventy still learning little things about one another, and they’ll be ninety and turning gray. Holding onto one another with the memories they carried.

A song ——— distinctly muggle and soft. The kind of music he wouldn’t have ever found on his own but one Hermione loved. “You remembered?” She asked as he dragged her onto the center of the dance floor. Other couples hung around. You had Harry who danced with a very pregnant Ginny, Ron who spun Pansy with no effort across the floor. Theo who flirted with a bartender … and finally Hermione’s parents who watched. Standing alongside his mother who had never looked prouder.

Growing up he had been worried about a legacy. About something he could pass onto his future family. Sixth year came and with it came the tasks. The ones that still hung in the back of his mind as he wondered what could’ve been. Forced to become the man of the house while the dark lord became a roommate. If he had told someone, like he should’ve he wouldn’t have carried the guilt he did now. The guilt considering the markings on his brides arm, but as they dance. As he looks around the room. This was his legacy. The fact he had grown. The ways he had grown.

In his life he had grown based on choices. The choice to either do the right thing —— or the wrong thing. And for years he had chosen the wrong thing. Now though we his arm rests on his witch. He knows maybe he got a few things right. “I love you.” He tells her, and she smiles brightly

“And I love you.”

[dhr-ao3]

of gentlemen and periwinkle gowns

of gentlemen and periwinkle gowns https://ift.tt/mesiS89 by ravenflorals Right now he watched The Countess stride across the room. Any thoughts about being a gentleman were thrown out the window. A gentleman did not think about pulling her to the hallway and shagging her senseless against a wall. A gentleman didn’t think about the noises that slipped her pretty pink lips during their last meeting. Yet the way she stood, giggling with one of the many possible suitors made him lean over the edge and anticipate the time he’d finally get to pull her aside. And a gentleman definitely didn't think about missing the ball his mother was throwing for her birthday. Missing an important occasion to pound into his childhood nemesis upstairs in a guest room. His own living quarters were on the other end of the home.  He quite frankly, didn't think he'd make it to there. Countess Granger had to be wearing that color on purpose. Prior it had been a simple periwinkle gown, this time the same shade of periwinkle took the form of flowers across an ivory gown. She looked absolutely sinful like every single one of his bad intentions came to life. Matched with the periwinkle gloves covering her dainty fingers. The same fingers that had grasped around him as his greedy fingers played at her. Words: 5643, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Highlands , 1819 Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Multi Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Theodore Nott, Ron Weasley, Blaise Zabini Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott/Ron Weasley Additional Tags: most appearances are cameos, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Alternate Universe - Regency, Balls and Galas, excessive use of "princess", Rough Kissing, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Mirror Sex, Sneaking Around, Post-Hogwarts, Breeding Kink, Draco Malfoy Has a Breeding Kink, Enemies to Lovers, countess hermione, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Pure Smut, Fluff and Smut, tags aren't in order, Jealous Draco Malfoy, Possessive Behavior, lack of beta, Mentioned loss of virginity via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/3UrC7up July 15, 2024 at 10:53PM

[just-antithings]

Not really an anti thing per se, but something I feel the need to vent about:

One of the reasons I feel so conflicted on the Harry Potter thing is not only my concerns about continuing to give Rowling a platform, but also just, unpopular opinion, I… kinda think the fandom can be almost as performative as the haters?

I KNOW HOW THAT SOUNDS BUT HEAR ME OUT!

First off: they’re always going on about how "oh, we’re making ALL the hp characters trans to piss off the TERF!" and then you look at the fics and art and stuff and it’s like, at least 80-90% is just the same cookie cutter "Draco and Harry are gay trans men who make out 24/7 and there's some trans gay WolfStar in the background too, I guess, and also maybe black trans Hermione can have a cameo at some point as a treat, but who cares because it’s Drarryin' Time! *proceeds to Drarry all over AO3*" fics.

Like… why is it that after Rowling announced her status as a card-carrying fascist, "all the hp characters" suddenly became just Harry, Draco, Remus, Sirius and maybe Hermione if you're lucky? ESPECIALLY considering the fact that I know from experience that the fandom used to have way more diversity headcanons than this?

What about Ron "angsty because his mom wanted a daughter" Weasley? Or Neville and Hannah, who never had children (clearly, one of them is trans! Or maybe both are trans AND ace! Two groups Rowling hates for the price of one!)? Where are the Trans Dean/Seamus and Trans Lavender/Parvati fics? Trans Luna??? One of Bill and Fleur's kids being the first known male Veela hybrid in the series (literally a fuckin' goldmine of gender possibilities)???? What about fuckin' Nymphadora "gender nonconforming shapeshifter who hates her traditionally feminine name" Tonks (if ANY character would’ve been made trans or enby to spite Rowling, I’d have thought Tonks and her son Teddy would be the FIRST choices)???? EBONY DEMENTIA DARKNESS RAVEN WAY (objectively the BEST Harry Potter character)??!!!????

Part of me suspects that this is at least partly because these characters aren’t "popular" and therefore won't get the same attention as the Drarry "rivals to lovers" vibe and the All The Young Dudes spin-offs, but I can’t be fully sure of that.

And like… a lot of times it looks like their activism just, begins and ends with fandom activity? A lot of the same questions levied at HP haters ("are you supporting and/or donating to pro-trans causes?" "Are you making an effort to understand WHY TERF ideology is bad?" etc., all 100% valid questions) can also be levied against fans who make their headcanons and shipping the main source of their activism.

I’m not saying that NO hp fans are doing actual activism, I’ve seen a few examples, but it feels to me at least like the majority are not. It just seems they think shipping Harry and Draco whilst transing them to pretend it makes the TERF seethe (when really she probably doesn’t even know your fanfic exists) is a substitute for activism, just as HP haters think hating the series and patting themselves on the back for not reading it when they were twelve is a substitute for activism.

I guess the bright side is that at least the Drarry shippers aren’t harassing people? There are testimonies from trans people about hp fans harassing them, but the majority of those fans obviously wouldn’t also be writing trans Drarry fics so ehh?

Idk, like I said I’m conflicted and I need to vent. I’ve been holding this vent in for a while now.

I guess my thesis statement here is: HP fandom, if y'all really want to "diversify Harry Potter to spite the TERF", then please for the love of Glaux ADD MORE CHARACTERS AND IDENTITIES TO YOUR HEADCANON ROSTER.

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[duender-writes]

Sillage

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley

Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape, Background & Cameo Characters

Additional Tags: Harry Potter & Tom Riddle Attend Hogwarts Together, Alternate Universe, James Potter & Lily Evans Potter Live. Fluff and Humor, Mentioned Secret Magic, Tom Riddle is Not Voldemort

Language: English

New fic new fic!! I've got a short snippet to help you decide whether you want to read it.

Harry dropped his bag and his body on the chair next to Hermione as quietly as he could. Judging by her annoyed side glance, he wasn’t very successful. Before he could speak in his defence, however, a roll of parchment appeared in front of him - the essay for Transfiguration that he had asked his best friend to look over for him while he was at Quidditch practice. The red marks and scratches told him that Hermione had been very thorough in her critique.

Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Thanks, Mione," he muttered, already resigned to spending the rest of the evening working on his essay.

Hermione didn’t look up from the notes she was scribbling from a dusty, leathery textbook that was probably from the Restricted Section, but she did wave her left hand to slide a few books his way. “Don’t worry, you only have to rewrite the bits on Element Transfiguration, the rest of it is just grammatical errors and spelling mistakes.”

Harry grinned and pecked her cheek in thanks before pushing up the sleeves of his shirt, having not bothered with robes after his shower, and set to work on a fresh roll of parchment.

Well, he tried to.

Harry prided himself on having a strong sense of smell, probably an acquired skill from his dogfather, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin, two of his dad’s closest friends. The dog animagus and werewolf had probably passed on their noses to Harry through osmosis, considering how much time they had spent around Harry. (A lot. The answer was a lot.)

That strong sense of smell was picking up something that seemed a little out of place. The smell of ink, parchment and old leather surrounded him, and he could pick out rosemary and a tint of chocolate and strawberry from Hermione’s perfume.

But under all those, there was a lingering scent of something darker than the witch’s light, bright spritz. Something muskier and bloodier, something that smelled a little forbidden, something that smelled a lot like…. 

“Hanging out with Riddle, then?” Harry asked in faux casualness, leaning back in his seat.

Hermione glanced over, raising her eyebrow. “Well, he is Head Boy.” At Harry’s unimpressed stare, she turned back to her essay and continued, “We were working on a thing requested by the Headmaster, I can’t talk about it yet.” She was about to continue working when - “How did you even know Riddle was here? He left ages before you got here."

Harry stiffened. He hadn’t thought that far. 

“W-well, I uh- I saw him leave the library a while ago. And since no other tables in the back are empty, well, I assumed he was sitting with you?”

“And anyways!” He continued, voice a bit too high. “You always seem to be working with Riddle when Ron and I aren’t there, which, by the way, is very rude of you, consorting with your best friend’s rival. And aren’t you both competing for valedictorian?”

Hermione sighed and continued scribbling on a piece of parchment that was far too long to be the mere four feet required by Snape, as unaffected by the conversation as Harry was affected. “And yet, we both understand the need for quiet study partners who aren’t constantly badgering us. Besides, I just explained, Harry, we are working on a project together. Why are you so worked up about this?”

“I’m not! I just, I want to make sure he doesn’t do anything to you.”

Hermione looked unconvinced, but her need to finish her essays at least three days before time won over her curiosity.

Harry wasn’t fooled by her indifference, though. He knew he was going to be interrogated the second they were back in the common room and Ron reappeared from his rendezvous with Lavender Brown.

[camelliacats]

Keep Me Steady

A snapshot of post-war Linny, with a good dose of Luna being…Luna. X'D

Fic: "Keep Me Steady" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: established!Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, Cho Chang, & a cameo from Ron Weasley, with mentions of assorted D.A. members

Rating: K+

Words: ~2,390

Additional info: romance, light femslash, angst, fluff, Harry's era, 3rd person POV

Summary: There are instances when Luna becomes wholly aware of how she compares to everyone else. But Ginny—Ginny makes them bearable.

      Ginny's grip on her hand—those Quidditch-roughened digits covered by the lovingly knitted individual fingers of her gloves, in contrast with Luna's puffy, homemade mittens—tugged Luna onto the stoop before the pub. When the toe of Luna's right boot caught on a broken piece of cement, Ginny's other hand flew up at the ready, steadying Luna's back so the blonde didn't teeter backwards. "Easy there, Lune."

      Luna smiled. "You make it easy for me, Ginny," she pointed out. She tapped one mitten-covered hand to her chin while the redhead opened the door to the Leaky Cauldron for them. "In fact, I don't think I've fallen nor had even a scrape in…six months, thanks to you."

      Ginny paused but chuckled and followed her inside. "Why am I even surprised you'd be keeping count…?"

      Luna opened her mouth to elaborate precisely why, but Ginny's content profile told her that it had been a rhetorical question. Besides, the din ahead of them drowned out any opportunity of Luna answering her at that second.

      "OI! THEY'RE 'ERE!" Even in his enthusiasm, Seamus' accent couldn't be shaken.

      Glasses clinked, almost matching his volume, much in the same way people pushed out of their chairs, causing chair legs to scrape terribly against the tired wooden floorboards. Then, as though realizing not everyone needed to be up, there was a second clamor as half those gathered sat right back down.

      The scene made Ginny grumble right as Ron came up to her and Luna. He blinked between the two of them. "You—You made it," he stated.

      "Well, this is a Dumbledore's Army get-together, isn't it?" Ginny groused.

      Ron's red ears gave him away, but he kept his temper in check. He pulled his sister into a hug and even gave Luna a one-armed one. "You never said you were coming, just so you know. Harry and I picked up 'Mione from the Ministry, and there's no way the rest would let this go on without us."

      Luna nodded at that. "Although it was a difficult task to do exactly that this past year and we did," she remarked.

      He froze, his blue eyes wide as some of Luna's pans of paint back home as he stared at the Ravenclaw. Then he nodded and motioned to two free chairs at the end of the long table Tom the barman had set aside for their group. Quietly, he shuffled back to his seat several chairs up from theirs, between Hermione and Neville, the latter of whom paused to wave exuberantly at the pair before Seamus yanked him into some heated discussion with Parvati.

      Luna pursed her lips and cocked her head at Ginny. "Was it something I said?"

      Likely it was, given how Ginny stifled her snickers. But Ginny shed her scarf, cloak, and gloves and dismissed her brother's reaction with a wave of her hand. "Just forget him, Luna. We all have every right to be here—although, if I were to see Smith right now, I'd give him my worst Bat-Bogey Hex and then a swift kick in the pants without a second thought."

      Luna mused on the mention of Zacharias Smith. So often she felt ambivalent towards most people until she interacted with them, but Smith…no, Ginny had the right idea there.

      Their concerns over the absent Smith turning up were imagined, though. The witches ordered butterbeers as well as mini pumpkin tarts (Luna ordered caramel pudding to go with hers), but, as time wore on and their food and beverages came, no one else arrived after them.

      They weren't the final members to complete the picture, as most other of the younger students who had joined in the past year were at the castle and not taking advantage of McGonagall's permission this weekend to leave for the day. But the D.A. was as whole as it could be, especially with the older graduates taking time from their schedules to meet up. Still, it was nice to see so many familiar faces.

      …although, perhaps she did stare too much, Luna mused, given the way Hannah's kind smile trembled before the pigtailed witch turned away towards Justin and Susan; the same, too, occurred with Lee, whose efforts to make both his Quidditch mates and Cho laugh dimmed the longer Luna observed them. But Luna couldn't be certain. After all, Cho excused herself from the opposite end of the table and joined Luna and Ginny.

      "Cho, hullo," Luna said.

      The older girl's smile was warm as she glanced between them. "Luna, Ginny, hey." She dodged a flying plate of treacle tart before resting her arms on the table. "How're things?"

      Ginny shrugged, the action bumping her right arm gently against Luna's left. "About as good as they can be, for the first year back." She paused, noticed the crumbs on the front of her jumper, and flicked several off onto the table before picking at her fingernails. Then she ran that same hand through her hair. "…it's…quiet, though."

      Cho nodded. After a beat (Luna counted a beat and a half, really, part of a recent tune her father had stuck in his head courtesy of the mating Whirlibug's fluttering wings in their backyard, he insisted), Cho piped up, "Er, Ginny, I like what you've done with your hair."

      "Thanks." No explanation, no mention of when she'd cut it. Just "Thanks."

      Luna half faced her girlfriend to appraise said style. She liked Ginny's long hair (she liked them matching), but she liked this choppy bob, too, that hung close to her jawline. The edge was jagged, and it echoed the past year even though this, too, was meant to be Ginny moving on from what they'd suffered.

      "Um… You, Luna?" Cho's smile was smaller this time when she turned to her fellow eagle. "How're things?"

      Luna faced Cho and considered the question. "We're two months in, and the professors are holding us all together remarkably well. A bit like Spellotape, really."

      Ginny snorted to hide her laughter, but Cho grinned at that, too. "That's good to hear. I read in the paper that the castle construction hadn't quite completed, though?"

      "Oh, that's a fresh load," Ginny said with a roll of her eyes. "No, they finished the castle just before term started. It's the pitch and some bits of the grounds that are still in-progress, so those are off-limits." She shook her head. "Aggravating that, even after a second bloody war, we still can't trust the damn Prophet. 'Course, the Ministry's not much better."

      Cho's smile waned. "The Ministry's also a work-in-progress, Ginny. I'm sure Hermione's told you, as has Harry, but they're not the only ones working on restructuring things." She hesitated before adding, "There're…others, too."

      Ginny met her with a frown but dropped the topic. Luna didn't pick it up, because she, too, didn't care much for the Ministry (she thought of her father's conspiracy theories…as well as how the Ministry had not swooped in to save her last holiday, when she was captive at Malfoy Manor).

      Instead, Luna tore her eyes from Ginny and mused on how Cho also had once been half of a whole. "It's nice to see you well, Cho. Is Marietta well, too, these days?"

      Those immediately around them—Terry and Michael on Cho's other side, and Hannah and Ernie beside Ginny—froze, and Cho stiffened. Then the older eagle's face crumpled, pinched in the middle as though Luna had grabbed hold of her brow and offered her an extra-sour lemon drop at the same time. Her dark eyes turned glassy, and she shoved away from the table without warning, running from the room.

      This time, Luna was the one everyone stared at, and all eyes landed on her for three heartbeats.

      But then a glass fell behind the bar, and the shatter broke the tension. Quietly, slowly, the din at the D.A.'s table grew once more, and everyone's attention turned elsewhere.

      Luna, however, dropped her eyes to the remnants of her pudding dish and scraped her spoon along the traces of caramel clinging to the bottom. There was too little to build up on her spoon, but still she stuck the utensil in her mouth, and she kept it there until the faint sweetness overwhelmingly tasted metallic.

      Cho never returned to the table. Ginny chatted some with Michael (there was some discussion about who had the better hair these days), and Ernie let others rotate in his seat to say their hellos with the youngest Weasley.

      No one dared bring Luna back into the conversation.

      After a second pudding appeared before Luna and she inhaled that, as well, Ginny's hand once more found its way to Luna's, under the table and on Luna's lap. Ginny gave her fingers a squeeze.

      Luna finished her treat, and—the moment her spoon clattered against the glass dish—she was tugged along again, this time to her feet. She blinked several times as Ginny helped her slip her cloak on. "Ginny?"

      Ginny grabbed her things and didn't even say goodbye to the rest. She held two fingers briefly by her right eyebrow to give those paying attention a quick salute, but her grin was tight. Then she ushered Luna out of the pub.

      "But, Ginny, what about the tab?"

      "Eh, my brother will cover our portion." Ginny yanked her cloak and gloves on once outside, but she draped her scarf loosely over her shoulders. She took a deep breath of the chill November air and laced her fingers with Luna's bare ones.

      Luna liked that and decided to keep her mittens and earmuffs in her pockets for now. Yet, as they began a lazy stroll in the general direction of King's Cross Station, the warmth of Ginny's hand in hers couldn't chase away the cold realization that she'd been responsible for ruining their visit. "…I did it again, didn't I?" she asked as they crossed the street.

      Ginny looked both ways for both of them. Her brown eyes flicked to Luna's face, but Ginny was a terrible liar when it came to certain topics (if she were doing something dangerous, if she'd been thinking about Quidditch instead of her studies, if Luna were being extra Luna at any particular moment—for better or for worse). Her freckles moved along with her cheeks as she smiled softly at the blonde. "Some people are just—sensitive, Lune. You didn't actually say anything wrong. Not to my brother and not to Cho."

      "I wasn't even talking about creatures."

      "No, you weren't. You just pointed out a fact to Ron, and you asked something of genuine curiosity regarding Cho and her friend."

      Luna almost mentioned the staring thing, too, but Ginny had been telling her not to worry about that for years, that curious people stared, that Luna was the most curious person she'd ever met (that it wasn't something to be ashamed of).

      "Hey." Ginny squeezed her hand anew and pulled Luna in close. They stopped in the middle of the pavement on the other side of the street, and Ginny let her eyes rove over Luna's pale face. "Don't think I didn't notice you going quiet back there, Luna."

      Luna's gaze fell to Ginny's chin. "Things are…different now. It's not the six of us—you, me, Neville, Harry, Hermione, Ron. Circumstances made us accept each other, and the same could be said of the D.A. But, post-war, the D.A.—those circumstances are gone."

      Ginny pursed her lips. "You're still part of the D.A., Luna. You have friends here."

      Perhaps, she thought. "Perhaps," she chose not to say aloud.

      "Then again…" Ginny sighed and ran a head through her hair once more. "…not everyone's a good friend."

      Luna's chest ached, but she smiled at the acknowledgment. "No, but I don't need everyone."

      Ginny's smile was small and sad. She pecked Luna's forehead and then her nose before finally capturing her lips, lingering there before they broke apart and walked the rest of the way arm-in-arm. "I know you don't need everyone, but I do hope you don't go quiet again like that, luv," Ginny piped up when they reached the mouth of the station.

      They descended the stairs, and Luna shrugged.

      "No, Luna, no shrugging this off. If you wonder something, then share it—with me." Ginny squeezed Luna's arm against her side. "Even if we hadn't made it through the Carrows and survived Hogwarts under Snape and all the rest, I'd still want you to share." Twin blossoms of pink bloomed on the apples of her cheeks. Her eyes darted to the clock and they passed through the magical barrier well ahead of their departure time for their ride back. "I like hearing your thoughts."

      When they'd gotten Hermione's owl last month with today's date—Six-Month Anniversary of the Final Battle, D.A. Reunion, All Welcome (Leaky Cauldron)—Luna had mused who'd show up and how the others had weathered these first few months since May. She'd also:

      Replayed the last battle in her mind.

      Thought again of rebelling in sixth year with Ginny and of almost breaking at Malfoy Manor.

      Traced over her hands and arms where no scars of any of those horrors remained.

      But not once had she doubted this freckled hand in hers, this hand with its also long-gone visible scars, this hand that kept reaching for her in fourth and fifth year and lunged for her when she was stolen from the Hogwarts Express last Christmas.

      This hand that would rather eschew the merriment of the reunion inside the Leaky Cauldron today, no matter how much or how little Ginny liked their fellow D.A. members, than see Luna draw in on herself.

      Luna's lips slowly curved up, and her eyes felt oddly wet and itchy while she rested her head on Ginny's shoulder. She lifted their linked hands and kissed the back of Ginny's glove, giggling at the scratchy knit when it tickled her skin, and…she hoped. Not wondered, but hoped that Ginny didn't mind this one instance of silence.

      After all, this wasn't Luna drawing in on herself, not this time. This was simply Ginny leaving Luna at a loss for words, her sentiments having swept her off her feet.

      (But, she knew, at least Ginny's hand would always be there, at the ready to catch her.)

Done for the If You Dare Challenge (for prompt #997: wondering) in the HPFC forum on FFN, as well as for minifemslashfeb 2023 (scenario 3: "I like hearing your thoughts") on tumblr. SO! I immediately thought of Linny when I saw the scenario prompt, but I chose to make it extra challenging, personally, and write from Luna's POV. :'D I…don't write her often, bc I struggle with her, but I do think Luna's somewhat aware of how she's perceived and I can see her going quiet like this; in terms of "forced silence," that's a feeling I understand, so I chose to emphasize that. At the same time, Ginny's contrasting personality works well here (gf or even just friend). She wouldn't put up with Luna's treatment, but I also think she might be cautious of making a further scene. (Altho, I am a Marietta fan, so I just feel for Cho, being asked about her in a time when Mari's still a sensitive topic. X'D) Let's see… I did enjoy the bits of skinship in this, but also: Ginny with the bisexual bob. B3c Amirite? ;D

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

[ao3feed-romione]

Something New

Something New by LunaLovePotter

Ron and Hermione make their own traditions on their first Christmas together as a couple. This fic is slightly AU, for a little Draco/Pansy cameo.

Words: 1840, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44039413

[laurasinele]

Fictober Short Edition! Part I

Prompt 1: I choose you

Ship: Drarry

No warnings, training partners, pre-ship, a cameo from transmasc G. Wesly

This is one of the two only fics I’ll submit this Fictober because ***LIFE***

I hope you enjoy them.

Who is Gerry Weasly?

He used to be the only Weasly sister, but that changed when Hermione introduced him to the notion of Gender Identity. I’ve decided that if I ever write Drarry again, there has to be some kind of gender non conformism there.

Why not trans!Harry or Draco?

Because in my mind it is fundamental to their each-other-related idiocy that they both grew up as cis boys, but hey, that's just my headcanon! Keep trans!Drarry coming (pun intended).

READ ON AO3 OR BELOW THE CUT

“Very good job, ladies and gents”, drawled the Chief Instructor at the end of a trepidant obstacle broom race, displaying as much enthusiasm as a preschool teacher at the end of the first week of school. “Li, Abbot, younger Weasly, and of course”, she added tiresomely, “Potter, you’ve got the best times. This means you get to choose your partners for the rest, AND I MEAN THIS, the rest of your Auror Training. But save us all some grief and do it after you’ve cooled down in the showers. We meet at the shooting range in 30. Chop-chop, people, do I have to spell it out for ya?”

They weren’t even inside the showers when the chattering began, still more in the phase of lamenting not being able to pair up with fellow winners, like Gerry Weasley who would rather pair up with Harry but was sure Harry would pick Ron, so there went his second favorite. Harry said nothing to that, too busy finding his way back to his glasses. He then attempted to dry them with the towel he’d previously had wrapped around his head, took a foggy look around and loudly said “Oi!”. Given the general silence and the absolute lack of response or attention of the recipient of his call, he tossed his hair towel at his general direction. Malfoy caught it with his left hand, not even turning around completely. Harry smiled brightly. “I chose you”. 

“Are you out of your damned mind?”, was Malfoy’s remarkably calm response, at which the rest of the audience was beyond relieved of not having to be the ones to point that out. 

“Nop”, Harry replied cheerly.

“Have you really thought this through?”, asked Malfoy, already half dressed, stepping towards Harry to return the projectile towel. 

After a quick look around, Harry was able to confirm everybody else was trying very hard not to look like eavesdropping, so he casted a silencing charm only to find that Malfoy had beaten him to it, wandless and wordlessly. 

“Well, that was actually one of the reasons”, he said, genuinely impressed. 

“You do better and stronger wandless and wordless magic”.

“That’s debatable, but the point stands: you can do it too”.

Malfoy closed his eyes briefly and sighed through his nose. When he opened them he found Harry’s, amused and inquisitive. He groaned against himself and asked: 

“Why are you choosing me?”

“Because you could have won. Easily”. Malfoy’s face didn’t betray any emotion before such an accusation, but the tips of his ears reddening did. “You fumbled it on purpose, you had so many chances and let them slip. Why?”

Malfoy pinched his nose and seemed to decide “here goes nothing” before his better sense could catch him. 

“To save everyone the agony of being chosen by me. To know that whoever paired with me would have had no other chance, so no false sympathies should be needed. To be the proverbial short straw if you will”. 

For a second Harry felt like being a bit of an arse. Just for funsies. And the bit of thought “here goes nothing” migrated from Malfoy’s to Harry’s brain, who proceeded to slowly look up and down Malfoy’s figure. “You’re slender, sure, but you're way too tall to be the short straw. Not that I’m complaining”, and then he winked for good measure. 

In a split of a second Harry found a red faced, fuming Malfoy standing at an inch of his own face, and the pointy end of a familiar wand poking his throat. 

“I am not fucking around in this training, Potter. I’ve got plans for myself, and slightly less charming plans for the scum I used to call family and friends. If you really want to pair up with me, you better not step in my way”.

Harry swallowed hard. “Can we begin again?”, he asked. Malfoy didn’t move, Harry soldiered on: “I think you are the best trainee of our class, and I want you to have my back, even though I don’t really understand why you’ve been sabotaging yourself. But please, from now on? Don’t bomb your training? And partner up with me?”

Malfoy doubted for a moment. Then he took a step back, sheathed his wand and offered Harry his hand. Harry shook it and Malfoy undid his silencing charm. A bunch of fellow trainees in various states of undress were looking at them with their jaws on the floor. 

“Shoulda made that a notice me not”, mumbled Harry.

“Agreed”, said Malfoy. “Now get bloody dressed, Potter, don’t make us late”.

[whinlatter]

‘I just think you tell people exactly as much as you want them to know. You’re a good liar. If you’ve got secrets, I’m sure you’ll be able to keep them. Maybe it’s a power thing you do, I don’t know. I don’t know where it comes from. As you say, I don’t know you that well. Or maybe you only pick people who don’t ask.’ 

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The Darkness in the Light

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by Asexual_Enjolras

Albus Severus Potter had just started his Seventh Year at Hogwarts and things were going well, until he received the worst news of his life: Harry Potter has been killed in a Ministry raid by someone linked to Delphi. At hearing this, Albus isolates himself away from his family and tries to work his way through his guilt and shame, feeling responsible for his death. With the help of Scorpius, Albus learns that the death of a loved one can help you learn everything you need to know about life.

Or, Albus struggles to come to terms with his father's death, and Scorpius does his best to support his boyfriend through the seven stages of grief.

Words: 4105, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter and the Cursed Child - Thorne & Rowling, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Scorpius Malfoy, Albus Severus Potter, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy, James Sirius Potter, Lily Luna Potter, Neville Longbottom, Rose Weasley, Hugo Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Teddy Lupin (mentioned), Delphi (Harry Potter), Moaning Myrtle, Minerva McGonagall, Astoria Greengrass (mentioned), Background & Cameo Characters

Relationships: Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Albus Severus Potter & Harry Potter, James Sirius Potter/Alice Longbottom Jr. (mentioned), Albus Severus Potter & James Sirius Potter, Draco Malfoy & Scorpius Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley

Additional Tags: Established Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter, Character Death, Harry Potter Next Generation, Harry Potter Dies, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Death, Grief/Mourning, Hogwarts Seventh Year, Autistic Scorpius Malfoy, Hurt Albus Severus Potter, Albus Severus Potter Needs a Hug, Family, Survivor Guilt, Guilt, Resurrection Stone (Harry Potter), Mirror of Erised (Harry Potter), Hogwarts, Post-Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Compliant, Loss of Parent(s), Slytherin Albus Severus Potter, Slytherin Scorpius Malfoy, Young Love, Depression, Bullying, Professor Neville Longbottom, Auror Harry Potter, Head Auror Harry Potter, Ministry of Magic (Harry Potter), Godric's Hollow (Harry Potter), Angst and Tragedy, Murder, Soulmates, Hogwarts Prefects' Bathroom, Post-Canon, Canon Gay Relationship, Memories, Family Loss, Brother-Sister Relationships, Protective Siblings, Night Terrors, Astoria Greengrass's Blood Curse | Blood Malediction, Seven Stages of Grief, Malfoy Manor (Harry Potter), Harry Potter is Not the Boy-Who-Lived, because he is dead

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[straightouttaneptune]

Opposites attract

Pairing: Hermione Granger x Slytherin!Reader, Platonic!Blaise Zabini x reader, Draco Malfoy x Pansy Parkinson, Platonic!Draco Malfoy x reader (The reader is race-neutral!)

Warning: I think there’s a couple swear words, uhh if you’re in love with Draco you probably shouldn’t read this, there is not a single sentence in this fic where Draco and Y/N are any more than friends. Actually, Y/N will commit an act of violence against him. (Don’t do this to your friends)

Summary: Blaise notices that his best friend, Y/N is different the second he sees her again after Summer break. You are a full-fledged pure-blood Slytherin, but during Summer, you got your heart stolen by a certain muggle-born Gryffindor.

A/N: I am OBSESSED with Gryffindor x Slytherin trope, I’m so sorry I will write a reader who’s in Hufflepuff soon! Also, I love Blaise Zabini? He deserves love :/ He a true King in this fic. Oh and Y/N & Hermione are a power couple who eat men ok cool happy reading!!

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It was a quiet evening in the Slytherin common room. The white noise of the light rain present, but none of you could see, for the Slytherins belonged in the dungeons.

You had your head rested on the lap of Blaise Zabini, your best friend, and your legs over the lap of Draco Malfoy. You wouldn’t say he was your best friend, per se- you didn’t always like how he acted. You thought of him more like a brother, in a way. An annoying brother, no less.

But while your friends engaged in some deep conversation about whatever they talked about, your mind was elsewhere. Since last week, you’ve been lost in the curious world of a strange muggle book titled “pride and prejudice”. You picked the damned book up every time you had some spare time.

“What’s this then? Never seen it before.” You recall 2 weeks ago, laying by the old oak tree of the city park, the bushy leaves shielding you from the blinding sunlight.

“You’ve never seen a book before?” She teases, playful laughter filling the crisp summer air.

“You know what I mean! C’mon, read to me.” You look up at her, sitting down with her back pressed against the tree. Her face was covered with the red cover of the book, but you could swear that what you were seeing deserved to be drawn on canvas and presented in museums. Her golden curls looked as if they were lighting up under the sun, her soft yet strong hands curling around the spine of the book.

“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife-”

Blaise also had a book opened in his hand, but he was not reading- he was listening in on Draco and Pansy’s conversation. Also glancing down and seeing you smile to yourself, for whatever reason. It could have been the book, but he doubted it.

And even though this was the first day back to Hogwarts, he knew that you were very different from who you were when he waved goodbye to you before summer break.

First of all, you never read muggle books. You were the eldest child of one of the most pure bloodlines to exist. Your family were very close with the Malfoys, the Blacks, and obviously the Dark Lord. Anyone would expect you to grow up hating muggles, and... in all honesty, Blaise thought you did.

But then why didn’t you say anything few hours earlier when Granger bumped into you on the train? A witty quip about her blood, perhaps? But nothing. And why in the world did you have a Jane Austen story in your hand?

Despite the multiple questions looming over his head, Blaise had a theory. So now, he wanted to see. Test you, on how you’d react to another one of Draco’s degrading talks about “muggles” you recently seemed to take an interest to.

“God, those mud-bloods infuriate me. And what’s Dumbledore thinking, opening a class of ‘Muggle Studies?’ What a pathetic excuse for a school.” Draco said quite loudly for the whole common room to hear, looking behind him and at first-year Slytherins as if to get them to agree with him. They nod out of fear, but Blaise can see it’s poisoning their unbiased minds already.

Great. More racism. He’s never been a big fan of it.

Just when Blaise turned back around to pretend to stare at his book once more, you quickly stood up from your place in his lap, and smacked your hard-covered book over Draco’s head. The first years jump and gasp from utter and complete shock.

...Ouch. Blaise doesn’t know if he should be happy he was right about something being up with you, or stop you from killing Malfoy.

“What in the- What is your problem, Y/L/N??!” Draco stands up too and glares at you in an accusatory manner, hand flying up to the back of his head. His tall figure looms over your head, his eyes burning with confusion and rage. But you’re not afraid. Quite the opposite.

“Don’t you dare talk about muggles like that ever again, Draco. You know I’ve never liked it when you used that word.” You point your halfway closed book into his chest, the corner digging into his neatly ironed shirt.

“What? You’ve never hit me over something as little as this? What’s wrong with you, Y/L/N?” Draco questions loudly, the irritation in his voice evident. Pansy stands up as well, linking her arms with the Blond, and glaring at you up and down.

“You’ve been acting strange all day, Y/N. Blaise, say something!” All three of you looks over to Blaise, who was nonchalantly pretend reading his book, unmoving from his place on the couch.

“What? So Y/N can’t hit Malfoy with a book now? She’s done it before.” He looks up and locks eyes with Pansy, “I don’t give a fuck” written all over his face.

“That’s not the point! Why is she so angry over filthy Mudbloods?” Pansy retorts, but as soon as the last word left her lips, you raised your brows at her warningly.

“Don’t. Use. That. Word. Why does bloodline matter? We all bleed red, for Merlin’s sake!” You huff, whirling around to get yourself out of this godforesaken dungeon. Blaise gives a playful salute and trails closely behind, leaving behind the pure-blooded idiots and follows you towards the Gryffindor common room.

“Will you tell me, though? Y/N, what happened during summer?” Blaise stops you just in front of the portrait of the fat lady, and you’re forced to look at your best friend’s curious expression.

“Promise you won’t laugh?” You sighed, knowing you would have to tell your best friend if he wanted to come with you. He nods sincerely, although there is a twinkle in his eyes that lets you know he’s enjoying this.

“I fell in love with someone. A muggle-born.”You confess, your cheeks burning like a 1,000 degree flame just by admitting that.

“A muggle-born??” Blaise’s brows shot up to his hairline, his brilliantly talented imagination already making up a scene of you getting disowned by your parents.

“Wait...” his gaze glides past you and at something behind you. “Does it happen to be Granger?”

Your eyes grow wide as a plate, and you almost break your neck from how quickly you turned around. Hermione, Harry and Ron stood there, the door to the Gryffindor common room wide open.

“There was a Slytherin alert. Uhm, Fred and George. Not us.” Harry tries to explain, looking over at Ron for some assistance, but he just stays in place. Wether it’s from shock or fear, you couldn’t tell.

“You... fell in love?” Hermione looks directly into your eyes, as if everything that wasn’t you didn’t exist to her. She climbs out of the entryway, taking a few steps over towards you.

“Uh- I did. Over the summer.” Guessing you didn’t have much other choice than to admit it, you stood your ground and focused on her sharp brown eyes you’d come to adore.

“You did.” Hermione repeated, stunned from the looks of it.

“I did.”

“So did I.”

“You did?”

“I did.”

“Oh bloody hell, just admit you love each other and move on.” Ron teased from a few feet behind, comfortable now that he saw who he originally thought was a Slytherin nightmare act so awkward and giddy.

Hermione glared at him threateningly, and so Harry wordlessly pulled him and Blaise into the Gryffindor common room. Before entering, Harry almost forcefully rips off the cloak from Blaise, still skeptical of the Slytherin always hanging around Draco Malfoy.

“Right. Anyways-“

Before you could say anything, Hermione hurriedly pressed her lips against yours, her cheeks tinting rose from a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. She’d never done something like this before. She feels like she can hear her heart beating rapidly in her ears, which can’t be normal, but she thinks it feels right.

You feel like getting wrapped into a cloud of euphoria as she deepens the kiss, your hands finding their place on her cheeks. The book clatters on the crème stone floor, but neither of you pay it any mind. Luckily, not one soul is walking around the halls at this hour, everyone getting settled into each their dorms. But you don’t even think about that, for your mind is filled with her, and only her.

After pulling away, Hermione chuckles at your surprised look, mumbling a little “You’re blushing, Y/N.” Before pulling you into her chest for a hug.

You return the gesture without hesitation, grinning from ear to ear and whispering back, “So are you.”

“Come on, we’ll have butterbeer inside. Take your cloak off and hide the tie. I’ll bring my jacket.” Hermione laughs nervously, and looks back at who she swears is the most beautiful girl in the world. Never had she thought she’d get her heart stolen by a Y/L/N, even in an alternate universe, or in a dream.

But she takes your hand, and pulls you into the common room, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

[unimportantweirdo]

i have several different types of handwriting up my sleeve now

[dhr-ao3]

Oh me Ive never

Oh me, I’ve never https://ift.tt/4GRnZb3 by reiltean Hermione regretted asking Professor Malfoy for a book from his personal library. But the essay on blended poisons was due in a few days, and she wanted to consult every source available. She was sitting at her usual spot in the library as she opened Orticula Magistra’s book on antidotes. The first page bore its owner’s signature, written in an elegant and cursive fashion, traced with deep green ink: Draco Malfoy. She lightly traced the capital letters with her fingertips, holding her breath as if the book could hear her sigh. When she flipped through the pages, a thin piece of parchment slipped out, twirled a couple of times in the air and settled on her lap. She hexed herself for not being more careful. What if she displaced an important memo annotated by her Professor? It was so narrow she barely noticed the text inscribed on it. The same ornate handwriting that was inscribed on the first page of the book appeared on that delicate piece of paper. She picked it up as carefully as she was capable of being, as if she was revealing a secret she wasn’t supposed to discover. When she read it, it was the beginning of her end. "Miss Granger, you undress me with your eyes. I wish you did that with your hands". Words: 4078, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Cormac McLaggen, Other Character Tags to Be Added, Background & Cameo Characters Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Teacher-Student Relationship, Teacher Draco Malfoy, Student Hermione Granger, Age Difference, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Consensual Sex, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, It's gonna be scorching hot I promise via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/8g9J5Zm September 17, 2024 at 09:26PM

[siriusly-lucius]

Fred: What if we pull a prank on Hermione?

George: Would you be in?

Ron: No

George: Why?

Ron: Because Hermione scares me

Hermione: *From the house* Ron!!!

Ron: Pray for me