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Bitter Beauty update

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Bitter Beauty: Prologue

Morning light flickered in the curtains, causing streams to dance on the sleeping couple. An arm flew up to block the glare and groan escaped pitifully, causing a chuckle from another.

"Morning, Love," Hermione whispered dreamily against his chest.

Ron curled into his wife, back facing the light. "Morning, Beautiful."

The two curled into each other, enjoying the quiet of the morning. Hermione was thankful to have him home after a week long mission tracking down their latest sightings of Fenrir's followers. Their two-year-old daughter, Rose, was currently staying at the Burrow to allow her parents some privacy. Hermione was all too happy for the opportunity. Merlin knew, two months from now there would be a second bundle of joy to dote on.

"When does Mum expect me?" he asked.

"Around 10, I suspect. I have to be at work in an hour, so you have the whole day to spoil her like a princess," she responded.

He snuggled in, "Like you'd have it any other way," he quipped.

"How about dinner tonight and extra dessert?" Hermione whispered against his chest.

"Sounds delicious, Mione," he said, as his fingers stoked her shoulders and protruding belly.

Her kissed his chest and shoulders before asking, "My maternity leave begins in about six weeks. No more missions until after the baby is here, right?"

"Harry has assured me that he and the team can handle them. I'm restricted to paperwork and court dates until our son is two months old. Perks of being a war hero, eh?" he chuckled into her hair.

"Speaking of your son, he needs a name, ya know." she sighed.

"I still want Hugo," Ron replied, laughing.

She groaned, "Fine. Hugo. But Hugo what?"

"I let you decide the middle name. I'll take a win when I can, Love," he relented.

She made to swat him, but gripped her belly instead, gasping loudly. Ron kissed her forehead, while massaging her hip.

"Bloody hell, I detest these false labor pains," she groaned. She sighed heavily before leaving the warmth of their bed and waddled to the bathroom.

"Merlin, that's a rather fanciable sight. Mione, I do believe I hit the jackpot," he flirted, eyes glued to her naked form.

She disappeared into the bathroom, but not before flipping her curls flirtatiously, winking, and beckoning him to join her in the shower. The ginger flipped out of the bed, chasing his wife. Echoes of giggles and moans filled the hall and bedroom.

Later that morning

A little girl ran from the fireplace, her doll at her side. Flaming red, wild curls bounced around her beautiful face, as her blue eyes sparkled.

"Daddy, Granddaddy gave me this really cool toy that flew across the room if I pulled this stick. He told me it was holo...holocepper," she prattled.

Ron followed her inside, smiling at the toddler as he sealed the floo. "Helicopter, sweetheart," he corrected.

He took a step, and instantly bristled at the atmosphere. Something was off...deeply wrong.

"Rosie," he called. He tried to keep his voice level, hoping to keep his daughter calm. He knew it was imperative to get her out as soon as possible. He quickly sent a distress patronus to Harry and the rest of team, hoping they would be there momentarily.

Rose stood frozen at the kitchen door, eyes wide with horror, unshed tears gleaming in them, and scream threatening to pierce the air.

"Rosie, baby, come to Daddy," he urged.

Her lip quivered, and she gasped as a shadow emerged from the corner. She ran to her father, hiding behind his legs. Ron stood face to face with the very demon he had spent his adult life hunting.

"Heard you were looking for me, Weasel. Delicious smelling spawn. I'm sure she'll make an excellent snack later," a cruel voice rasped, before cackling.

"Fenrir, you filthy bastard!" Ron seethed.

The werewolf sneered and licked his lips, as he inhaled deeply. Ron's fingers grasped his wand tightly, ready to protect Rose, no matter the cost.

"Boys, take the young lass for a play date. I'm sure she'll behave until I return," Fenrir growled.

Four pack members stood behind the auror, crouched and prepared to pounce. An illusion charm sparkled in the air, giving their position away. One boldly approached the child, and Ron silently blasted him against the wall. The man collapsed against the wall, neck broken and limp.

"Touch her and you will suffer the same fate," her father snarled. He flicked a shield around her and she was instantly surrounded by an impenetrable bubble that would last until he cast the key spell or it would dissolve in the event of his death.

"So you want to play, do ya? Bad choice, boy!" Fenrir roared.

Hexes began flying, destroying the Granger-Weasley home. Rosie's bubble evaded the jets of light, as she watched her father battle against the four invaders. Ron swiftly takes out two of them, resorting to brute force to snap the neck of one. He was now up against Fenrir and his last lackey. His chest was heaving and blood and sweat blurred his vision from the various slicing curses that struck him. Fenrir launched himself at the exhausted wizard, toppling over the overturned furniture. Ron tried to blast him away, but he was struck with a cruciatus curse from the other wolf.

Rose shut her eyes and covered her ears, as her father's agonizing wails bounced along the walls.

"Daddy!" she screams, hot tears raked across her little face.

The auror writhes on the floor, until he is able to gather his strength to fight the boiling torture in his veins. His raw magic bursts from him, ending his pain as Greyback and his lackey are flung across the room.

The demon crouches once more, the lunges once more. Ron dodges his attack, but is blind to the other behind him. Greyback's follower transfigures four broken table legs into steel stakes and crucio's his prey once more.

Ron collapses to his knees, convulsing from the electricity frying his body. He tries to fight off the seering pain, but the blinding agony coursed through his soul, ripping him apart. Darkness threatened to overtake him, but he forced himself to stay aware of the situation at hand. His daughter was at stake. A sickening blow was delivered to his skull, knocking him unconscious.

Fenrir laughs cruelly as the toddler cowers behind her shield, wailing distraughtly for her Daddy to wake up.

"Harper, drag him over there and prop him up nice and straight. I want that little pup of his to see him perish," he ordered.

The wolf obeyed his alpha's command, propping the auror against the far wall. Fenrir prodded the protection shield, eliciting a series of electric surges.

"Must admit, the bitch of his had a hand in this. Our toy is very protected by this," he said, enjoying the terrified expression of the child before him.

Ron stirred groggily, blood rushing over his ears and face, soaking his shirt and jeans. He instantly remembered his predicament and reach for his wand, only to find it missing.

"Na ah ah..." Fenrir tutted. "We're going to have little chat, you and me."

"Like hell we are!" Ron gritted.

Fenrir smirked, then swiftly kicked his prisoner in the abdomen.

"Respect, surely your mother taught you better." He began pacing the room, relishing in the pained breaths and whimpers of his prisoners.

"Now, you are going to tell me how you and your team somehow got so close to your goal of arresting me. I have been uprooted from my home and hunting grounds for the last ten years, thank to you and bloody fucking team. I am aware that you pitiful excuses are clever, but never that clever. You had locations of acquaintances of mine and my moles were suddenly being snuffed out. Now you will tell me your sources, and maybe I leave only infecting you daughter with my gene, understood?" he threatened.

"Over my dead body," Ron growled darkly.

A sneer ran across the werewolf's face, "Harper..." he said simply.

The wolf took on of the steel stakes and drove it in Ron's left thigh, nailing it to the floor. Ron roared from the pain, as dark red stained seeped into the carpets below. Rosie clung to her doll, wailing uncontrollably.

"I'll ask, again. The name of your source...who is it? I do not like to be kept waiting, Weasel!" he roared.

Ron gagged, but he only glared at the alpha. He refused to reveal their mole and inside man. A decade of trust rode on this and he would not betray them. Fenrir grew impatient at his silence, and nodded to Harper once more. Harper drove a second stake in his left thigh, essentially rooting the auror to the floor. Agonizing roars bounced off the walls, as Ron vomited from the blinding pain. His chest ached dangerously as he gasped through the waves.

"Close your eyes, Rosie," he rasped. "Daddy is going to be fine," he called, "Just close your eyes, baby girl."

"Awww...how utterly weak," Greyback taunted, before nodding his head once more to Harper.

Fire lit inside his veins once more. He seized against the walls, legs rattling against the stakes, and arms curling inward instinctively. He eyes rolled back as the electric current threatened to take his sanity. He tried not to scream, but lost the battle, as a fresh wave of torture overtook him. His chest pain became unbearable and he though his heart might burst from the abuse. His body began to flail uncontrollably, until the last waves ran their course. He instantly spewed vile down his shirt and coughed blood up before spitting on the floor.

His eyesight was blurry, but he still remained determined to keep his oath and protect his daughter. He was no fool. No matter the outcome, Fenrir would kill him the moment he received the intel. Ron knew his daughter's only chance at survival was his survival and he could not crack.

"The name, blood-traitor!" Fenrir roared.

"Go fuck yourself, dog!" Ron spluttered.

Fenrir clawed Ron's chest open to drive his claws into his slashed skin. Ripped flesh hung, as battered, torn muscle was exposed and destroyed. Ron's raw magic threatened to burst once more, but Fenrir delivered a harsh, bone crushing blow to rib cage, piercing a lung. Ron began to gasp for air, fighting off the darkness that loomed over him.

"Clo-ose...eyes...Rose. I lo-ove you, ba-" he gasped.

"Daddy! Noo...leave my Daddy alone, monster-man! NOOOOOOO!" Rose screamed hysterically.

A green flash erupted from Ron's stolen wand, leaving the slumped form of the father behind. The shield faltered and disappeared, betraying the small child.

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Now to enjoy the reapings!" Fenrir whispered.

A screech of horror escaped Rose as she clambered away from the demons in front of her. She couldn't understand why her daddy was no longer moving, talking, or why his eyes no longer blinked. She screams for her mother, hoping for her safe embrace.

"Come here, ya little brat!" he commands.

"No! Daddy wake up!" wailed the girl.

Fenrir grew tired of the game and nodded to Harper to restrain the girl. The wolf gripped the child harshly, causing her to panic. Wild, raw magic burst from her as she screeched in distraught room instantly erupted in a blaze that engulfed the entire house. Broken glass and charred flesh filled her nostrils. She searched for her father, but the smoke and flames made it difficult to see or breathe.

Faintly, she could hear someone calling her name. She tried to crawl closer, but her arms shook to much, and her legs seemed frozen in terror.

Sharp claws dug into and a bloody hand smothered her scream. She felt herself ripped from her home, twisting into the air, and taken captive by the very monster that left her father slumped against the wall.

"Rosie! Ron! Rosie, sweetheart! Unc-" Harry called, before stumbling over debris.

His eyes focused once more to find the lifeless form of his best friend, beaten, tortured, covered in blood and deep purple bruises. Aurors were storming the remains of the home, wiping the memories of the neighbors and extinguishing the flames.

"No! No no no no NO! Ron wake up! Fuck! Hermione is going to fucking lose it!" he cried, his chest constricting painfully with grief.

"Potter! We found this," said the investigator.

Harry took the ragged item from him, flipping it in his grasp. He wiped the soot from the surface to find a familiar doll in his hands. He instantly scanned the room for the remains of a small child. He found relief and grief to discover Ron's daughter absent.

"Find Rosie! She's two years old with bright red curls that resemble her mother's. Find her!" Harry ordered.

"Sir, the other bodies are confirmed to be members of Fenrir Greyback's pack. Should we expect the worst?" asked an auror.

"Fenrir?" Harry croaked.

"Missing, Potter." they answered.

Harry became all too aware of the reality of this nightmare: Ron was dead, Rosie was missing and possibly abducted by the most dangerous and notorious werewolf, and he must be the one to tell Hermione. His heart sunk his chest as he nodded his understanding and collapsed to the floor, holding the tattered doll to his chest.

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Bitter Beauty: Chapter 5

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Affections Disguised

Chapter One: New Year’s

Hermione would not move from her nestled nook in her room. She was burrowed inside a warm blanket, her jumper, and a new book was caught in her grasp. Determined not to think of her past few months of school term, she lost herself in the plot of her beloved pages.

“Hermione, a letter from Mrs. Weasley is asking for permission for you to stay at their home for New Year’s. Should I send your confirmation, now?” Mrs. Granger was standing at the doorway of her daughter’s bedroom.

Hermione looked at her mother, then returned her attention to her reading, chewing on her lip. Her mother sighed and joined her daughter on the nook.

“Mia…sweetie…I know it was a rough semester. I may not know many details, but it did not escape my notice to see fewer mentions of a certain redhead. Boys can do some stupid things when they are young, but I am sure he will come around if it’s meant to be. It might be more fun for you to be around other teenagers for New Year’s. My clever girl could use a little more time for fun, eh? Your father and I will be attending another boring party with the partners.” Mrs. Granger stared lovingly at her depressed daughter.

“You might do a brilliant job at hiding those puffy eyes in front of your father. But I know my little girl. So write back to Mrs. Weasley and tell her you be arriving New Year’s Eve evening.“Standing to leave, she patted her daughter’s leg and left the letter in her place.

Hermione set her book aside and padded over to her desk. Selecting a quill and parchment, she set to scrawl her reply.

Mrs. Weasley,

My parents have granted permission for me to stay with you and yours this holiday. My mother wonders if New Year’s Eve is an appropriate time for me to arrive. As always, I look forward to my visit and wish you well.

Love, Hermione

Satisfied with her reply, she sealed the message and attached it to Pig’s leg. Somehow the bird always delivered in the kitchen but knew to wait for his treat and reply at her window. She watched as he flitted into the sky, disappearing into the distance.

Deciding to end her day, she went downstairs and kissed her parents good night. Hermione slipped into her pajamas, slid into her bed, and fell asleep. Dreams of a certain blonde girl receiving her just desserts filled her head.

Luggage was set to the side of the fireplace. Her mother was busy cleaning the soot out and removing anything sharp, preparing for their visitors.

"It fascinates me that they have the ingenuity to create this type of travel. Brilliant minds, those wizards!” Mr. Granger was straightening the furniture in a clear path to help the guests enter without running into anything.

“Mr. Weasley would be happy to explain it to you, Daddy. I’m sure he will want another explanation about some appliance in the kitchen. Curious and lovable, that man is.” Hermione giggled at how excited her father was to see Mr. Weasley.

An echo called from the chimney and two blurs of flaming hair appeared at the hearth. Dusting the soot from their cloaks and hair, Hermione noticed two identical smiles of a certain pair of twins.

“Where’s your dad?” Hermione asked.

“Mia, don’t be rude,” Mrs. Granger scolded her daughter. “Fred and George, correct? Lovely to have you, dears.” She leant over and kissed their cheeks, making each smirk and wink at Hermione. She rolled her eyes in response.

“Boys, I trust my daughter is safe in your capable hands.” Mr. Granger stuck his hand out, eyeing them seriously.

“Of course, sir. Hermione will be taken care of like the treasured jewel she is,” George promised as he shook her father’s hand firmly. Fred followed suit.

“I’ll grab your bag Hermione and Fred here will make sure you make it safely. Remember the most important D’s, dear brother.” George thanked the Grangers and then apparated out of sight.

Mrs. Granger was giddy with excitement at the sight of such magic, while Mr. Granger gawked at the now empty space.

“We aren’t flooing?"Hermione asked.

Fred smirked and shook his head. "Mum would have my backside if I allowed you to show up for the party sullied by the floo. You, madame, shall be apparating with me tonight. Perfectly safe, of course.”

Hermione nodded and gave her love to her parents. Fred slid his arm around her shoulders and chuckled at her apprehension.

“Place your arm around my waist, Hermione. Grip nice and tight, so I know I won’t lose you, eh?” She followed his instructions and waited for their leave. Fred wrapped an arm around her neck, gripping her upper rib cage with his extended fingers. “Have a lovely holiday, Mr. and Mrs. Granger.” He winked at Hermione before twisting into the air.

The rush of the travel turned her insides and made her feel dizzy. Struggling to keep her balance as they landed, Hermione toppled over. Fred’s quick reflexes caught her in mid fall and brought her abruptly to his chest. She mumbled her gratitude and attempted to extricate herself from his arms, but he held her in place.

His voice low and tone serious, he whispers, “My brother is about as thick as it gets. Give the prat time, hmm?” He flashed the famous Weasley grin and looked towards the lively home.

“Shall we, love?” Hermione giggled and then nodded in agreement.

The Burrow was full of merriment and crazy decorations. It was her favorite home away from home. The warm, homey sense of family overflowed from its residents and guests. Hermione embraced the cheer and entered the chaos.

Mrs. Weasley hustled over and crushed Hermione in an engulfing hug. “Hermione, dear, you’ve finally arrived! The party will be in full swing soon. Go hunt down those boys and join in the fun! Pretty as ever, I see. I trust Fred got you here without issue?”

“Yes, Mrs. Weasley. He was the perfect gentlemen,” Hermione responded.

“Well, enjoy the party dear,” Molly kissed her on the cheek before floating off.

Fred took her hand and led her through the crowd. The Order and loyal members of the Ministry were invited and crowded the space of the hallways and stairwell. Rushing up the winding stairs, he took her to the attic that also served as Ron’s bedroom. She hesitated and he chuckled behind her, urging her to join her friends. She could hear the voices of Ginny, Ron, and Harry mumbled through the door.

“The brave Gryffindor Princess is terrified of my prat of a brother and his emotional range of a teaspoon. Never thought I’d see the day that Hermione Granger would back down in the face of a git.” Fred egged her on, trying to rouse a reaction from her.

“Alright, I’ll go.” She was smiling at his attempts and turned to place a kiss on his cheek.

Fred stepped back, eyes sparkling with one eyebrow raised. “Go, Granger. We wouldn’t want some Neanderthal catching you huddled alone with a more dashing ginger, now would we?” He disappeared into the stairwell and Hermione gathered her courage and wrenched open the door.

Ginny sprung from the bed to meet her, jumping at the thought of another friend to steal fire whiskey with. Harry smiled and gave her a hug and Ron nodded in her direction. Neither made a move to make the interaction friendlier. Ginny rambled about the guests down stairs and about quidditch games played in the orchard. Hermione smiled and responded at all the correct times. Though, she knew nothing of the game and hated being ignorant of anything brought into conversation. Harry saved her by asking about her trip.

“So, did the twins frighten your parents?” Harry asked.

“Oh, I almost forgot Dad daftly sent the two prats after you.” Ginny was red faced by this point and giggling. Hermione noticed Harry’s amused expression.

“It was fine. They can be quite charming when they need to be. George brought my luggage back and Fred took me side-along. Still can’t calm my nerves, though. I guess I’m not one for relying on others when it comes to that.” She laughed nervously, remembering her fall.

“We noticed you fell on the landing,” mused Ginny.

“Saw that, did you? I guess I can be a bit clumsy occasionally. Fred swooped me up, though. Rather large thank you goes to quidditch training for those quick reflexes, I suppose.” Hermione stared at the coverlet on the bed, playing with the hem of her jumper. A small grumble and scoff emitted from Ron’s direction.

“Well, I’m glad you’re finally here! I was going mad! Tonks isn’t always around when I need to escape Phlegm.” Ginny stuck her tongue out and rolled her eyes.

“She has a name, Gin,” Ron spat.

“I’m sure she does with all those pale locks. Bit of a type developing, eh brother?” Ginny countered.

“Ron, why don’t we go restock our butter beers and cakes?” Harry interjected, sensing a row. Ron grumbled but left without a major fuss.

“Ignore him. He’s a prat, but he misses you. Just too much of a toerag to admit it,” Ginny said. Hermione smiled and nodded. Even if Ron was being rather offish towards her, it was still far better than attending the suffocating parties the partners hosted.

The girls made their way to the main floor, failing to avoid all the drunken guests in the process. Fred and George spied their sister drunkenly ambling though the crowd, dragging Hermione in tow. George slid his arm around Ginny and discreetly led her to the back lawn. Fred took Hermione’s hand and followed his brother.

“Little sister of ours, if you are going to smuggle drinks to Ronniekins room, at least pace yourself. You’re going to tarnish the name of Weasley, as far as the drink goes, if anyone saw you like this.” George was steadying her and trying to feed her a pepper-up potion.

Ginny garbled some incoherent speech while she took the potion.

Fred laughed and said, “Ginny, please save some face, love. I’d rather not deal with Mother Dearest at the moment. Hermione, do you need a potion?”

She shook her head. “No, I didn’t drink.”

“Come on, the countdown is about to begin. Should be interested with the crowd we have this year.” Fred joked and began to walk backwards, beckoning for Hermione to rolled her eyes and hurried to catch him.

They entered the house as the crowd sat around the wireless. The cheerful guests were screaming, drunkenly calling out their New Year’s resolutions. A flash of light flew overhead, and mistletoe stuck above Hermione’s head. She groaned. After the semester she had experienced, she was not in the mood to be humiliated further by a prank.

Champagne was passed around and Hermione managed to be given a flute. She downed it and quickly Fred quickly summoned a bottle nearby. He refilled her glass and disposed of the evidence.

Ron eyed her predicament and quickly looked away, turning red. Harry was wide eyed and shrugging apologetically. Ginny was roaming the guests, a great deal more sober thanks to George’s efforts.

The mistletoe apparently grew brighter the longer it was attached to its victim. Hermione groaned as it began flashing and Fred laughed at her display.

“It’s not funny, Fred,” she cried.

“Oh contraire, mademoiselle, I find your predicament particularly amusing.” His eyes sparkled mischievously.

“I just want it gone, before the other guests notice,” Hermione complained. Fred laughed once more.

The countdown began and the crowd shouted the descending numbers. Hermione downed her champagne and turned to leave the room to save her from further humiliation. However, Fred blocked her escape and Hermione gasped as she was tugged to his chest firmly. As the New Year rang, Hermione felt lips crash upon her own. Startled by this realization, she did not respond immediately. Fred began to pull back, but Hermione reclaimed his lips for revenge, the mistletoe long forgotten. Their private moment blocked by other partiers, Fred smoothly molded his lips to hers, moving fluidly and languidly. When he broke the kiss she was blushing profusely. Hermione backed away from the smug Weasley twin, bit her lip, and occupied her remaining time by gluing herself to Ginny.

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Releasing Control

Category: Weasley Family Functions Rated M Drabble

The Burrow was filled to the brim with family and friends celebrating the end of the Era of Terror. Neighbors came to pay their respects for the fallen and relatives reconnected for the first time in decades.  While everyone sought out their savior, poor Harry was bounced from one person to the other, despite Ginny’s attempts to rescue him.

Hermione was grateful that none inquired about her. She was quietly hidden away in the attic, attempting spell after spell to mask the shame that was carved into pale flesh. Her curls were still limp, lifeless, and a morose reminder of her previous glow.

The door budged open, the soft shuffle of feet behind brought her out of her haze. She turned to find intense blue eyes boring into her soul.

“Mione, what are you doing?” he asked.

“Allowing your family to mingle and socialize. I didn’t quite fancy being around-“

His large hands roughly tossed her wand to the corner and held her wrists tightly. “You know what I mean!” he roared.

“Honestly, Ronald, I haven’t the slightest-“

Her speech was interrupted by a sharp twisting of her body. She found herself firmly pressed against his front side, her bum brushing against his manhood, her wrists bared up to reveal the angry spell attempts. His lips low to her ear, a fair warning for what was to come.

“Nothing about this is your shame! Not your blood, family, nor anything that wretched bitch tried to brand you with. You are strong, resilient, gorgeous, and brilliant. Let control of this go! Release it or it will break you,” he warned.

“Ron, I can’t. I don’t know how,” she sobbed.

His hand moved to her neck, bending it to his will. “Then you must learn, Mione. Do you trust me?”

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Daft Lover

Category: Make Up Quickies Rated M

The cold air chilled her to the bone. Her once wild curls were limp and lifeless from months of malnourishment and her skin clung to her bones far more than it ever had. Her curves were diminished terribly, leaving her even more depressed about her current state.

His face was more sunken and worn than any teenager’s should appear. Muscles slowly erasing themselves from his build. His crystal blue eyes duller, filled with no sparkle; yet, they were trained on one thing.

Just a few days ago he had returned with a declaration of what had led him here. Now, in the dead of night, he was on his bunk sneaking glimpses of the beautiful angel before him. She was still furious, silent, and deadly…but she was in front of him.

“Git,” he heard, but barely.

Sighing, he replied, “Sorry, did you say something.”

Hermione looked up, her eyes blazing. “I can’t believe you left. You completely daft git!”

“Mione,” he whispered, but her eyes narrowed, so he gulped. “Hermione, I apologized and poured my whole soul into coming back to you. I regretted it the moment I left and spent every ounce of my energy to get back, until I was here.”

“What happened in those woods?” she asked, ignoring him.

“Not happening,” Ron refused.

Hermione got up, slamming her book. Stomping towards him, she crossed her arms against her chest.

“Out with it, Ronald,” she demanded.

Ron’s eyes met hers, pleading, “Hermione, don’t.”

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Heated Mirage

Category: 6th Year AU Rated M Drabble

The Slug Club party was over, leaving Hermione exhausted and regretting her choice of a date once more. She rounded the corner to find none other than Cormac stood in her way to the entrance of Gryffindor tower. She attempted to avoid him but he quickly snatched her wrist and forced her to him.

“Let go, McLaggen!” she snarled.

His smirk of a response was more than enough to make her blood boil. However, before she could retort or retaliate in any fashion, a familiar wand appeared beside her face. The tip was pointed directly towards her horrid captor.

“I believe she said let her go,” a voice growled.

She would know that voice anywhere and could spot the telltale scars winding around his freckled arm. McLaggen released her with a sneer and stalked away.

“Filthy git, how dare he?” the voice spat.

She turned slowly, confused by his sudden act of care and compassion.

“Why him?” he asked, his face still red with fury.

Hermione whirled around, ignoring her own brain telling her to ignore the question. “Excuse me?”

��Forget it!” he snarled, turning on his heel to go down the corridor.

Shrieking in frustration, the witch followed him. The ginger attempted to dodge her around corner with his longer strides, but she was fit and able to keep up. Agitated, he slipped into an abandoned classroom, but before he could cast the locking charm, she joined him.

“BLOODY HELL, WOMAN!”

“Don’t you dare use that tone with me Ronald Weasley!” she shrieked. “I have done nothing to deserve the treatment you so gracelessly threw at me the past few weeks.”

Ron approached her, flush against her chest. “You knew he was a lousy git that would take advantage of the situation, Hermione. Not your brightest choice, you might say!” he retorted.

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Safe and Sound

Category: 5 seconds Rated M

The war was won, yet his body and soul were shattered. The only bright thing in his grief was the hand he clasped firmly in his own, while the warmth radiating from her body sent chills to his own. His emotions were running high…his thoughts cloudy, yet clear. His freckled hands instantly tugged the witch flesh against him.

“Don’t leave me here alone, ever,” he begged her unabashedly.

The bushy-haired witch smiled softly at him, her other hand coming to rest on his face. She stretched to reach his dirt-smeared cheek, whispering, “I’ll never let you go.” A soft kiss planted to his cheek. Without a moment to consider the consequences, she was brought, if at all possible, closer to him. His lips crashed hungrily upon her own, causing her to emit a squeak, then moan with pleasure. The pair released each other when their chest began to ache. Quickly, she pulled him into an abandoned classroom, the door sealed for privacy.

His eyes asked the question, yet she ignored them. The world outside was chaotic and mournful; a stark contrast of what she wanted him to feel at the moment. She resumed their fierce snog against the cold stone wall. The cool bricks sending shivers down her spine as he pressed into her more with each moment.

“Hold onto this, Ron. This moment, Love,” she whispered.

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Affections Disguised NOW  COMPLETE!!!

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New Chapter AVAILABLE!!!

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12009806/1/Affections-Disguised

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9162532

After almost two years of being absent, I have posted the first of the last two chapters for Affections Disguised. 

What if Hermione tried to make Ron jealous with someone other than McLaggen? Completely different outcomes ensue as relationships are forever changed.

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Renewing My Skills

After two years of being off the grid writing wise, I am back. I am finishing the last two chapters by tomorrow night. And then editing my work to continue getting back into the swing of things. 

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I have just read affections disguised and I got so excited when I saw that there were two chapters to go, but you haven't updated in almost two years. I hope everything is ok! Are there plans to write the last two chapters?

Yes. They will be updated and complete by the end of the month. I have had several severe life changes and wasnt able to de it time to it. Everything seemed wrong or poorly written.

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Do you have any romione fic recommendations? Especially like missing moments through the years and slowburns

I’m really sorry for such a late response, Anon. I sure hope, rec-ing these amazing fics will make up for it. These are some of my favourite missing moments or slowburns.

Pause by TMBlue ( @trademarkblue ) Holy Mother of all slow burns- EVER.Questions by @honouraryweasley12 Answers by @honouraryweasley12 Restless by @wildegreenlight Reconciling Accounts by @wildegreenlight When in Doubt by Jesrod82( @mypatronusisacupcake )Hanging by a Moment by wazlib88 ( @theperksofshippingromione )Hope that helps! 

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what does “men who adhere to strict gender binary” even mean tho

NO ONE adheres to the gender binary! NO ONE FITS THEIR GENDER ROLE PERFECTLY! THAT’S THE POINT! AARRRGGH! 

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