#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)

[viridousl]

Chapter 4

The next day is full of frantic, nervous energy. The morning begins with Charlie waking everyone up, because he’s always been too loud and clumsy in the morning, slamming his coffee cup against the counter too hard or slamming the bathroom door. Before Percy finishes getting dressed Charlie’s already off, leaving to sell the pigs.

Percy dares to start clearing out the garage of everything that they’re not going to use. He doesn’t actually expect to be able to sell anything, not by his older brother’s reactions. But it’d be nice to have everything ready to sell when his siblings are ready emotionally. It’s not like he’ll have time later, certainly not during winter break and not during the next summer.

There are a lot of Muggle objects in the garage, Arthur’s passion projects, Percy discovers with a heavy, almost angry feeling, and none of them know enough about these objects to know what they do. All the Muggle objects get thrown away.

Percy’s younger siblings watch him enter and exit the garage from the garden, picking as many vegetables and fruits as they can. Some aren’t ripe yet, but hopefully will be by the time they have to set out to Hogwarts.

Bill had kept the kids in line last night by threatening not to have enough money for Hogwarts, but truthfully it’s not a worry. September 1st is about a month away, and Arthur had been working all year long. They have enough money for this year, though Percy knows better to ask about next year. He’s sure they have most of the money needed for the next year, but he doesn’t know. He can’t check yet. He has too much on his plate to think that far ahead to the future.

The household stays in a flurry of action and noise all day, and Bill all but shoves Percy into the Floo system at the earliest opportunity in his eagerness to get away from his younger siblings. They leave Charlie in charge the second he returns from selling the pigs, and sends grumbling, unhappy Ron into the house to help Fred and George with household chores while Ginny cares for the chickens.

Percy feels vague, ironic amusement at Charlie’s alarm at being put in charge, but he’s off to the Ministry with Bill before he can give Charlie any mocking words of encouragement.

Percy hadn’t been to Dad’s workplace in ages, even before the explosion, yet is surprised anyway when he steps out of the fireplace and finds himself in the main atrium rather than the fireplace closest to Dad’s office. 

Of course. Dad’s dead, and we aren’t here to visit him.

He’s so caught up in that thought that it’s only Bill’s guiding hand giving him a sharp tug that he nearly avoids bumping into someone. He turns, mouth falling open and ready to apologize, and pauses.

Lucius Malfoy gives him a foul look.

“I should think even a Weasley should have enough manners to apologize,” he sneers, before his face drops into a falsely sympathetic expression. “But of course, everyone has heard the news. Both mother and father, correct?” His sly eyes turn assessing. They feel dangerous. Bill steps in front of Percy and Percy is relieved to have his older brother take charge with polite but cold apologies and the bare minimum of conversation before Mr. Malfoy strides away. As fun as it might be for him to poke at a sore subject, it’s easy enough to keep him moving along. Percy supposes Malfoy can’t waste too much time near blood traitors.

Bill leads Percy toward the office where Percy can get his underage magic permit. They couldn’t get Percy early emancipation; it has to do with the fact that he’s financially dependent on Bill and Charlie, but Percy doesn’t think he could juggle any sort of job on top of all his duties, especially with Hogwarts coming up (He’s a Prefect, you know, and that means Prefect duties).

The underage magic permit has quite a few restrictions; he’s allowed to do basic cooking and cleaning spells, some defensive magic, and of course the spells he learns in his classes. He can’t Apparate, which he expected. There are also some spells that are absolutely not allowed, such as most offensive spells, but it doesn’t worry Percy. He’s not the first, nor the last wizard, to know that any common Light spell could deal some serious damage in the right way. It’s a wonder why he’s still allowed certain spells that are meant to make life at home easier, but could just as easily kill someone, but Percy supposes that it’s more of an honor system, given that he’s not meant to be killing anyone.

On their way out of the Ministry, they are intercepted by one of Arthur’s coworkers, and the coworker gives the duo a box of Arthur’s things. Bill holds the box and Percy pointedly ignores both the family pictures that his father must have had on his desk, and the tears in his older brother’s eyes.

Stopping by the Ministry didn’t feel like it took very long, and yet when Percy returns home he notes that at least three hours have passed. Both Bill and Charlie head upstairs to pack their things, and Percy watches them climb the stairs, each step up they take dragging his heart down into his stomach.

Small arms wrap themselves around Percy’s waist. He glances down to see Ron pressing himself into Percy’s side, expression worried as Ron stares up the stairs after his older brothers. Percy wraps an arm around Ron’s shoulders, giving his brother a warm, reassuring weight. But it’s not good to let Ron’s mind ponder, and so Percy guides him into the kitchen to help rinse the dirt off the fresh produce from their garden. While it doesn’t cheer Ron up, complaining about the chore does provide a suitable distraction.

Complaining, Percy knows he has read somewhere, does help people by allowing them to verbally give attention to their burdens. But of course not even his youngest brother is willing to give voice to the heaviest subject hanging above them all.

Soon his older brothers come back down, and move to the fireplace, ready to go. It seems far too early.

“Are you sure you can’t stay for dinner?” Percy asks anxiously, and Bill and Charlie exchange a quick glance at one another.

“Sorry, Perce,” Bill says apologetically, and before his brothers can do something embarrassing like question if Percy is alright, Ginny steps forward and throws her arms around her eldest brother. Ron, who followed Percy out of the kitchen, is quick to follow suit and hug Charlie, and Fred and George drag Percy forward and soon everyone is trapped in one huge Weasley family group hug.

It’s entirely too tight, crushing in everyone’s desperation, and there are at least three different elbows that have found their way into Percy. Percy is blaming at least Fred and George, but he’s pretty sure his elbows are in their sides too, and no one complains. His chin bonks against someone’s skull. His fingers reach out and catch fabric.

For a moment, he thinks, if we all just hold on as tight as we can, Bill and Charlie won’t get away. He knows his siblings might be sharing this thought as well, so he is the first to let go. He ignores the pain in his chest.

“Well,” He says out loud. “You best get going before it’s too late. Charlie has to Apparate to an International Portkey, and those can only leave at certain times.” He gets betrayed frowns from his younger siblings at the prompting, but Charlie claps a hand on Percy’s shoulder before stepping back and brandishing his wand.

“I’ll see you all at winter break,” He promises.

“Absolutely not,” Percy scolds. “We’ll all be at Hogwarts.” His siblings break out into protests, but in the commotion Charlie leans forward.

“Why not?” he hisses.

“Our tuition is the same whether we stay for winter break or not,” Percy replies. “That means that it’s essentially free food and housing for Yule.” Charlie frowns.

“Percy,” he says. “Let me and Bill worry about money.” Percy ignores this.

“What about routine?” He demands. “We always stay for winter break at Hogwarts. Routine is a steady normalcy that will be desperately needed during times of crisis.”

“Where on earth did you learn that from?” Charlie demands, and Percy squints at him. “Right. A book. But what book?”

“There’s a Muggle town with a library nearby,” Percy informs him primly. “The Muggle world has a whole field of science dedicated to the human brain.”

“What’s science?” Charlie replies, and Percy bites down his irritation.

“You’ll have to visit Hogwarts if you want to see us for Yule,” He states loud enough for their siblings to hear, and Bill rolls his eyes.

“We haven’t even left yet and Percy is already taking charge,” He groans dramatically, and Percy levels an annoyed glare at him. Someone has to, he thinks rather meanly.

“Time check,” He says instead, and Charlie stifles a swear.

“I really do have to get going,” He turns to Ron and Ginny and gives him a kiss on the top of the head and give Fred and George a quick hug. He goes to Apparate but Percy squawks at him.

“Not in the house!” He sounds a bit like his mother, he thinks, and his chest hurts again.

Charlie lets out an overdramatic sigh and heads out the back door. The door doesn’t even fall shut before Percy hears the crack! of Apparation. Charlie is gone.

Bill heads over to the fireplace and grabs a handful of Floo powder.

“The school year will be over faster than you’d think,” He promises Ginny, who looks close to tears. “We’ll all be back at home soon.” He throws the Floo powder into the fire, calls out his destination- “Gringotts!” - and steps into the flames.

Ginny is crying before Bill even fully disappears. Fred moves, as if to comfort her, but Percy is faster, scooping her up into the air.

“Now now,” He says. “Don’t you worry. Your birthday is next week, and after that, your first year at Hogwarts! You have plenty of good things coming for you.”

He wonders, suddenly, heart dropping in dread, if their parents had already bought and hidden Ginny’s birthday present somewhere.

Eldest Sibling Syndrome Percy

Based off Percy Take The Wheel

Chapter 1 is uh. Percy finding Molly and Arthur's bodies. Warning for character death yeah

Chapter 1

Percy had been de-gnoming the backyard when the explosion happened, which made him the closest one to his father’s garage. He dropped the gnome he had hold of and moved briskly to the garage, where the explosion had come from. He didn’t sprint, though. Explosions happened all the time. They were so common, in fact, that none of his siblings poked their head out from inside the Burrow to so much as investigate. So, Percy didn’t rush.

He wondered, later, if sprinting would have changed things.

He opened up the garage door, and his face went pale. He shut the garage door for a second, took a deep breath, and opened the door again. He stepped inside.

Dad had been in the garage, tinkering on some Muggle object he was taking apart and casting spells on. Mother had entered the garage, leaving the house to talk to Dad about something, Percy didn’t know what. She had only been in there for a little while when the explosion occurred.

Dad was in pieces, having been closest to the object. Percy couldn’t even make out what it was, having been so thoroughly destroyed. Mother, on the other hand…

Percy falls to his knees, feeling for a pulse, ignoring the shredded limbs and blood on the floor. His mother’s heartbeat flutters wildly beneath his fingers, and he scrambles for his wand, but he scarcely mouths a syllable before her heart gives out.

He kneels there for a while, shaking. His parents are dead, in a gruesome fashion that would be engrained in his memory for the rest of his life.

“Mum!” Comes a distant cry. Percy identifies it as Ginny. He blinks, trying to come out of his daze. “Muuuummm!” She calls again, sounding closer. Percy shoots to his feet like a bullet, rushing out of the garage and slamming the door shut behind him.

Ginny pauses several feet away, stopping in her tracks to stare at him.

“Ginny,” He says, trying to keep his voice steady. “Please gather your brothers in the living room.”

“Percy?” She stays in place, looking worried. “You’ve got blood on your clothes.”

“Ginny.” His voice does not waver. He needs her to understand how serious he is. “Now.”

She stares at him, eyes wide, and turns and sprints back to the Burrow. He follows her at a more sedate pace. He enters the Burrow and heads to the phone, dialing a number almost on autopilot.

“St. Mungo’s Hospital, what is your emergency?” The voice on the other end of the line sounds calm, and so does Percy when he speaks.

“Yes, my parents just died,” he speaks steadily, and rattles off his address. The voice on the line offers to stay on the phone, clearly wanting to ask more questions, but he turns them down and hangs up. He stares at the phone in his hand for a moment. They’re already dead, why didn’t he call law enforcement or something? Who does he call to deal with dead bodies? Oh well. If a hospital doesn’t know how to deal with the dead, then it wouldn’t be a good one. He puts the phone back on the receiver and hears footsteps behind him. He turns and sees Ginny in the doorway.

“Percy? Who are you calling?” She asks, and looks small and uncertain. He reaches a hand out and she clasps it. He guides her into the living room where Ron, Fred, and George are waiting.

“Percy?” His brothers sit up as they take in his appearance.

“Bloody hell, are you injured?” Fred shouts, rising to his feet. “We’ve got to get Mum-”

“Sit down.” Percy demands, and Fred sits, looking startled. Percy guides Ginny to the empty spot on the faded, yellow couch next to Fred and stands there for a moment, staring down at his four younger siblings.

“There was an explosion in the garage. I’ve called the emergency medical services, but unfortunately Mum and Dad did not make it.” He pauses for a moment, trying to push through the fog in his head. He focuses on keeping his tone quiet and soothing. “I’m sorry,” He says. “Mum and Dad are dead.”

There’s a moment of silence, and then Ginny bursts into tears and Percy’s brothers leap to their feet.

“What?!” Ron shouts. “No they aren’t! Don’t say that! I saw them both an hour ago!”

“Nice prank, Perce,” Fred agrees. “Very funny, and the fake blood was ingenious, but-”

George is already heading for the front door, and Percy moves to intercept him.

“Get out of my way, Percy,” George snaps, face red.

Percy opens his mouth to respond, but there’s a knock on the door and Percy opens the door to see the emergency healers.

“Are you the one who called?” The head healer asks, and Percy nods.

“They’re in the garage,” He directs them to the smaller building, George trailing after Percy and the healers, looking terrified.

As they reach the doors, Percy steps to the side and turns to George.

“No, George.” He practically pleads. “This doesn’t need more people seeing it.”

“Let me through, Percy,” George snarls, and Percy sees Fred and Ron approaching. He grabs George by the arm and drags him away from the garage and toward his other brothers.

“You did not just leave Ginny alone,” He snaps, finally feeling something, and all three of his brothers look somewhat cowed. “You are all going back into the house, and then I’m calling Bill and Charlie.”

One of the emergency healers approaches. “Excuse me,” she says, grabbing his attention. “Can I take a look at you, Mr…?”

“Percy Weasley.” He introduces himself automatically, not quite comprehending why she came over to him. “I’m sorry, but wh…?” She gestures toward the blood on his clothes and his voice dies. He stares at her for a moment, because he understands what she’s trying to ask about but at the same time he can’t comprehend it.

“Mister Weasley?”

He gives himself a shake, clears his throat roughly, and tries to explain. “Ah, no, I was first on the scene. The blood isn’t mine.”

“I’d like to examine you anyway. Just a simple diagnostic charm would do.” Her voice is rather stern, as if used to dealing with resistant patients. It might be better to just let her cast the charm. He nods his assent and she waves her wand, casting the spell.

“You seem to be in shock, Mister Weasley. Perhaps it would be better if you go sit down for a moment? I would recommend this for all of you,” She addresses the rest of the Weasleys. “We’ll take care of the bodies, and send out a team to take care of the blood. Is there anyone we can contact…?”

Percy opens his mouth and nothing comes out. He closes his mouth again. Immediately, Fred grabs Percy and transfers him to George, who shoots his twin a startled look.

“George, take Percy to the living room. Ron, check on Ginny.” Fred turns to the healer. “We’ve got some older brothers, we’ll call them, but I think the names on our parents' emergency contacts are Muriel Prewett and Kingsley Shacklebolt…?” 

Percy is being led away now, and he can’t see Fred taking charge anymore, but he can hear the emergency healer’s words.

“We’ll check their emergency contacts, but you might need to call them yourself if they aren’t listed as their contact.”

Percy doesn’t know if Fred says anything in response, and George brings Percy into the Burrow and sits him down next to Ginny and Ron. Ginny latches onto Percy with a cry, ignoring the mostly-dried blood on his clothes, and when Percy automatically opens his arms out for a hug, Ron joins his sister in Percy’s embrace. He wraps his arms around his two youngest siblings, bundling them up against himself. He ignores their snot and their tears, just as they ignored the blood. Percy sits there, clinging to them with the same strength that they clung to him, and just breathes.

George stands there for a moment, watching them. Percy is aware of this in only the most vague sense. George is standing there right in front of him but it feels as if he’s standing in Percy’s peripherals. Eventually, George moves, kneeling in front of the fireplace, and he starts talking. Percy thinks he might be fire-calling someone.

He blinks for just a moment and then someone is pulling Ginny and Ron out of his grasp. He protests instinctively, tightening his grip on them, but whoever is taking them out of his arms is insistent and stronger than him.

“Percy, you gotta change clothes,” The person is telling him. They’re pulling Percy to his feet and he wobbles, and they steady him immediately. Percy feels off-kilter, like he’s in a dream, but something is off.

“I’m not changing your clothes for you, come on,” They say, but help him up the stairs and into his room all the same. The movement wakes him up a bit, and by the time the person is placing clothes into his hands, he can identify them.

“Bill,” He croaks out, and Bill looks slightly relieved.

“Get dressed, Perce, and then we can talk,” He tells Percy, and then closes Percy’s bedroom door, leaving Percy alone to change. He does so with shaking hands, and then steps out of his room. Bill is waiting for him and his older brother takes him downstairs. Charlie is there too, and Percy is relieved to let them take over.

But even as he is sat down at the kitchen table, he watches his older brother take charge and feels uneasy. His older brothers never really gave off the vibes of people who could take care of more people than just themselves, and they weren’t exactly who one would call responsible.

Charlie ran away to take care of dragons. He could be trusted to feed and protect them, but did Percy believe that Charlie could do more than that, when he was always the first to run away when Mother announced there were chores to be done?

Bill was more responsible, but he always preferred a quiet environment and taking his time. Percy could relate, but could Bill handle the noise and chaos of dealing with four younger siblings who were grieving? Bill wouldn’t have to care for Charlie, and Percy wouldn’t add himself to Bill’s struggles.

I have to step up, Percy thinks to himself, but his body remains sitting at the kitchen table silently. I need to help.

He still doesn’t move, not until after Bill plates some sort of pre-cooked meal for everyone and sets a plate down in front of Percy, and after a moment, prods Percy into eating. Percy eats, but he does so mechanically. The food doesn’t taste like anything. He watches his siblings take care of each other, ignoring their own plates in favor of bullying other siblings into eating, and getting bullied in return. He watches as Ron, ever known for having a bottomless stomach, pushes his food around his plate and only manages a few bites.

I should help him.

Percy’s hand twitches, but he doesn’t really move. He looks away from Ron to stare at his own plate.

He’s eaten all the food on his plate.

He feels vaguely sick.

[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

[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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🦉 thoughts & questions? ask me anything!

[ao3feed-scorbus]

The Darkness in the Light

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/jpXW2S6

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

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/jpXW2S6

[tedwardremus]

Having 7 Weasley children who are all intelligent and experts in different fields of magic but not being used for the Horcrux hunt was such wasted potential, in my opinion.

While Hermione and Harry shout about what to do and the very vague plan Dumbledore left them Ron, Hogwarts Chess Champion for 6 years running, starts developing a plan.

Need to infiltrate the ministry? Percy is there to help! Bureaucrats, save the day! Let's have a contrast of good vs bad government.

Need to learn about destroying objects that are storing a Horcrux? Sure, Bill doesn't know what horcruxes are but I bet he will have solid advice. Learn some more ancient magic lore!

Need to stock up on defensive items? Time to visit Fred and George, who have turned WWW into a private magical defense manufacture.

Get caught by snatchers? Charlie is here to rescue you via the underground freedom flight, the order set up to smuggle muggle-born and political prisoners out of Britain (also a cameo from Viktor Krum and Oliver Wood)

Charlie "he could have made the English National Team straight out of Hogwarts" Weasley being absent from the Advanced Guard and the Battle of the 7 Potters will never not make sense to me.

[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.

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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

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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