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Comforting Romionarry Recs

✨ Wonder / 16k / Molly wonders about them sometimes. How they are always so aware of each other, how closely they cling together. And she worries, too. She worries about them all. She just can’t help it—they’re all her children, in some manner of speaking.

✨ Pity the living / 15k / When moving into a new flat, it's normal to check the bedrooms for space, the bathrooms for mould and the kitchen for that indescribable thing that will drive your loved ones in even when nothing is cooking on the stove. Harry, Ron and Hermione, though, should have been much more concerned about the state of their living room because, whether they knew it or not, all of the important bits are going to happen right in the centre of a space they may yet to grow to call their home.

or: a look into the Golden Trio surviving their first year after the end of the War

✨ for as long as you need us / 5k / “It’s always been the three of us, Harry,” Hermione assured him, her arms wrapped tightly around his middle as he sobbed into her shoulder.

“We’ve dealt with enough strange things mate,” Ron whispered in his ear, his chest pressed against Harry’s back and his arms holding him tight. “Let this be a good thing.”

With the wizarding world thrown into grief by the end of the war, Harry turns to his best friends to help him survive the terrible losses.

✨ Homunculus to the Life / 13k / In a conversation with Dumbledore’s portrait after the battle at Hogwarts, Harry finds out that he is and always has been a homunculus—a substitute body made to carry the Horcrux so that little Harry Potter, who lies asleep as a baby under powerful charms, wouldn’t have to. Harry struggles to process the news, the fallout, and the discovery that he might disintegrate at any moment.

✨ And On The Third Day / 10k / Eventually, they find a note tacked to the gargoyle who guards the passage to the Headmaster's office. It is in Granger's handwriting and signed by her at the bottom, and tells them that, the danger being over and the initial aftermath winding down, she feels that the three of them need some time alone to recuperate and will reappear exactly three days from that day, at four o'clock.

✨ The Stars Our Measure / 11k / Harry died at Voldemort’s hands. Ron and Hermione go back in time with a shared mission: protect Harry at any and all costs. And when it turns out that Harry is showing some signs of recovering his own memories, Ron and Hermione commit, as well, to protecting what’s blossoming between them.

🛑 The tags may not seem very “comforting”, but I couldn’t not not put this fic here

✨ In for a Galleon / 12k / It starts out innocently enough. At first, it’s just rumours. A few under-the-table bets.

And then someone puts up the list: Harry Potter’s Next Girlfriend Boyfriend? Partner. And to make matters worse, his best friends are at the top of it. Figures. He really can’t have just one simple year, can he?

✨ The Guest Bedroom / 8k / This is not an invitation, it's an order.

✨ Flood / 4k / Hermione's idea, of course, this getaway. Away from prying eyes, no one else to focus on, see how they got on then with this new thing between them.

✨ Wildflower and Barley / 5k /

Springtime from my window

Another month has not much longer now

The sun hesitates more on each evening's darkening

With all things God allows remain above ground

Like grief and sweet memory

Wildflower and barley

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A summer afternoon three months after the war.

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[OT3] He’s their Little Undercover Slytherin

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I don’t know about anyone else but it’s like a jumpscare when someone draws the boys SUPER muscular & with facial hair. Who the hell are they

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Stay With Me - Oneshot

“...Can’t believe you actually got drunk.” 

It was nearly one in the morning. Most people staying in Grimmauld Place had already retreated to their rooms and fallen asleep, with the exception of five people. Remus was awake in the kitchen, caring for an intoxicated Sirius who had drank himself unintelligible. Remus had sent the other three to bed, with the promise that he would eventually be in to check on Harry. 

It was Ron and Hermione, then, who were given the responsibility of carrying Harry upstairs to his and Ron’s shared room. Ron had put Harry’s arm over his shoulder to keep him upright and Hermione, who didn’t have the same strength, tried to keep the both of them from losing their balance by placing one hand at Harry’s back and the other at his stomach. They could tell that Harry was trying to lessen the burden and stay on his feet, but entirely uncoordinated, he was unsuccessful. 

Apparently worried if he could keep his drink down, there was a long pause before Harry was able to respond. “I didn’t want him to drink alone... He’s dealing with enough...” 

Hermione shook her head.   

“It’s Sirius’s job to take care of you, not the other way around.” She tutted. “And underage, too!” 

“He doesn’t want to hear it, Hermione. C’mon, let’s just get him to bed.” 

They reached the landing with their shared room and stumbled inside. 

In Harry’s condition, the pair figured it unwise to keep him standing longer than was necessary, so they opted to ready him for bed by just removing what might make him uncomfortable, rather than changing him into pajamas. In any case, it would be difficult for Ron to dress him without someone holding him up. So, instead, Ron reached around and unbuckled Harry’s belt as Hermione worked his flannel off him.  

When they were done, Ron helped Harry lay down on his bed, handing the belt to Hermione. Before they could remove his glasses, Harry had already rolled over to face the wall. After placing Harry’s belt and flannel neatly by his trunk, Hermione stood by the doorway, turning to Ron. 

“I have to get to bed... You’ll watch him, won’t you? In case he gets sick?” 

Clearly worried, she fidgeted with the sleeve of her cardigan. Ron rolled his eyes. 

“’Course I will. D’you think I’ll just let him choke on his puke or something? I’ll be here.” 

This seemed to appease her. “Alright. Goodnight.” 

“No...”  

Ron and Hermione turned. It was said so quietly, so softly, that they could have missed it had the house been more alive with activity. 

“Stay... till I fall asleep...” 

Hermione fidgeted again with the sleeve and shifted her feet, almost guiltily. “But... Mrs. Weasley...” 

Ron thought for a moment. After a small pause he sat on Harry’s bed. “It probably won’t be long before he passes out. If she finds us and asks I’ll just have Sirius explain. It’s his fault Harry’s like this.” 

“...Fine,” Hermione sighed, walking over and perching herself on the end of the bed. 

Harry seemed to relax a little. “Thanks...” 

“Do you think he’ll be hung over in the morning?” Hermione asked Ron, looking between him and Harry. 

Ron laughed a little, humorlessly. “Oh, yeah, for sure. I’ve seen Bill and Charlie hung over before-- he’ll probably be a right pain to deal with.” 

“He’ll be okay, though?” Her voice was constricted with worry. Her hands had travelled from her sleeve to the ends of her bushy hair. “My parents don’t drink much. I don’t have a lot of experience with this.” 

“Don’t worry about it. Like I said, I’ll be here. Lupin said he’ll be in soon, and Sirius’ll want to check on him in the morning when he’s sobered up.” 

They were quiet for a moment. Both their gazes fixed on Harry as they sat in silence. These days Harry was always so quick to fly off the handle—to yell and fight, to jump into defensive mode before he had properly registered who was a threat and who was not. Of course, Harry had always been a little jumpy, but he had also been quiet and easy-going. It was difficult to see just how much his time in the graveyard had changed him. They wondered, too, if it was the time in the graveyard or the time after, where he had been shipped off to his relatives’ with little word from anyone but themselves and Sirius—empty promises and isolation. And now Harry couldn’t even find peace in sleep, where nightmares follow him and, lately, terrifying visions wake him in the dead of night, screaming and thrashing.  

Seeing him like this, though, completely inebriated, was something different altogether. It’s the kind of escape they hear about other people using, but that they always think couldn’t apply to someone they know—at least not someone so close, to someone for whom it was so out of character. They hoped, secretly, that this first time would be the last.  

Lost in their brooding, they jumped when Harry moved—he'd been so still—and mumbled something they couldn’t quite catch. 

“...What was that, mate?” 

Harry turned to lay on his back, gazing back at them blearily, face flushed with drink. 

“I’ll be happy for you two...” He muttered, words slurred. 

“Happy for us?” Hermione asked. She tilted her head questioningly. 

“When you get together. And leave me alone. I’ll be happy for you.” 

“What?” Ron gasped, taken aback. He recoiled a little and looked wildly between Harry and Hermione. 

“I’ve known since last year... after the Yule Ball... But I’ve always had a feeling, I guess...” Harry blinked slowly, cat-like, before raising a hand to his forehead as though dizzy. 

“Known... that we’ll get together? What are you talking about?” 

“You two will start dating, and snogging, and get married, and have a lot of kids, or something... And you’ll leave me behind, ‘cause I’ll only get in the way. But I swear I’ll be happy.. ‘long as you are...” He didn’t look happy, though. In fact, they thought he looked close to tears. He shifted his arm to cover his eyes, blocking Ron and Hermione from his sight. “S’all I want.” 

“...We aren’t getting together, Harry. And you’ll never “get in the way.” You’re not talking sensibly. Now, turn over, so you can get to sleep.” Nudging his arm away from his face, Hermione removed his glasses, wiping them and folding them on his nightstand.  

“We aren’t leaving you behind. We told you years ago that we’d stay with you. That hasn’t changed. And if it hasn’t yet, it won’t in the future.” Ron laughed. “You’re stuck with us, mate.” 

“I’m just happy I got to be with you...” 

Apparently Harry wasn’t listening. He turned on his side, this time facing his friends, and reached out to grab the sleeve of Ron’s jacket before his eyes fluttered closed and his breathing slowed. Ron looked up at Hermione, who was still standing next to the nightstand. 

“You ought to sleep, yourself. I’ve got him.” 

“Yeah... It’s just... I can’t believe he’d think that. About us. And that we’d just abandon him.” 

“Well. I don’t think we should mention it when he wakes up. He won’t remember it. Let’s just keep it between us.” 

Ron had a better sense than Hermione for how to maintain Harry’s pride, but even she figured this would be something Harry never would have wanted them to hear him say. Better to pretend it hadn’t happened, to spare Harry the embarrassment of knowing they had seen him like this. 

“Of course. Well... good night.” 

“Night, ‘Mione.” 

But they both knew neither of them would sleep that night. 

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It’s definitely true that Harry would consider a lot of people his friends or at least say that he likes a fair bit of people, but it’s so interesting to me that Harry liking them isn’t enough for him to really be invested in them. He likes Dean and Seamus, likes Ernie, likes Luna, but he’s never made much of an effort to be involved with them and their lives, and this is true for his other peers too.

Outside of Quidditch I can’t think of many times Harry decided to spend time with someone when he’s not forced to, and especially when Ron & Hermione aren’t there

Meanwhile he’s so incredibly attached to Ron & Hermione. He’s worried they’ll abandon him, he feels a lot of pain at the thought that they might not like him, he pictures their reactions to things, he describes his conscience as sounding like them (mainly Hermione), on multiple occasions they are his happiest thought as he’s conjuring a patronus— not a memory of them but just the concept of them, the image of their faces in his head. He loves them so fucking much and when you consider his relationship with them vs the rest of his peers it really puts it into perspective.

Harry likes people but he’s never liked anyone as much as he likes Ron & Hermione

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If there was another Yule Ball, would you three go with each other

We wouldn’t be against it! It could be fun. Of course it would be much more convenient than having to ask someone else.

Or, since I wouldn’t be opening the Ball this time, we could all go without. We wouldn’t look stupid if it’s all three of us, I think.

((You’re telling me I could have asked Harry the first time ??))

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who is the most photogenic??

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Hullo, I’m glad to have met you three!

Here’s a rather weird(ly cute) question I’d like to ask to start this whole thing off:

Do you three sometimes engage in tickle fights together? If so, in what given scenario in regards to each of you three respectively?

It’s not something we’d really think to do, and Harry’s pretty touch avoidant….

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who gets more compliments from the other two?

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oooh i have thoughts about codependent golden trio, stay with me for a second:

- ron and hermione slowly training harry out of his touch aversion by consistently showering him with small, gentle, touches. they never make it a Thing, it’s so casual harry himself forgets it’s happening a bit, but it’s crucial for him to become comfortable with being touched by anyone

- slowly, as years go by and harry’s nightmares become worse, ron progressively moves from calling his name, to waking him up, to putting a hand on his shoulder(s), to practically moving into his bed to wrap himself around harry. the first time it happened, ron’s face was fire truck red and harry was baffled to the point of incoherence (and for a second, it seemed like all their progress so far would be undone) but as before, they slowly chipped away at harry’s defences with steady support

- hermione, who was able to tweak the protean charm for the DA, created a more specific one more her and ron. if the nightmares were particularly bad, he would ping for her and she would immediately bustle up to the boys dorms. this is rly how she became so comfortable up there and after a bit, the other boys realised why she was there and let her go about the golden trio business in peace.

- and so you have harry waking up with ron and hermione in his bed pretty regularly. they were able to figure out how to expand it pretty early on (combination of some theorising and dobby’s magic) so now all that’s left is figuring out nightly configurations. more often than not, it’s either hermione or ron in the middle bc harry cannot abide being boxed in both ends. but both of them always have an arm of leg on some part of harry, as if to reassure him, even in sleep, that they will never let go.

- some point on fifth year, when he’s so fucked by the voldy visions, the only way he gets any sleep is when ron’s tucked him under his arm and on his lap, or hermione has her hands carding through his hair and head on her thigh, turned towards her stomach as if protecting him from the world. he falls asleep in the common room armchair in front of the fire with ron’s hand around his calf, massaging lightly, and hermione perched on one side of it, arm around his shoulders.

- during the horcrux hunt, this only became more common. there were very few nights they did not sleep in the same bed. privacy was almost nonexistent. they often had to bathe one another when they couldn’t get out of bed due to the grief, or went catatonic with shock etc etc.

- after the war is when people slowly started realising their tendency to be so close. until then, no one really paid attention to these three kids, atleast not so closely. but now all eyes are on them. and so the adults, the order and the weasleys and remus and sirius, see how they go into the same room at the end of the day, come out of it together in the morning. how harry using the bathroom doesn’t stop hermione from going in to brush her teeth, or ron walks around in just a towel without any hesitation when it’s the two of them but yelps and covers up when anyone else walks in.

- they see how hermione hates having her hair touched but will happily fall into a light doze when one of the boys is playing with it, and harry, who will go stiff as a board when someone so much as brushes against his side, will literally melt into a puddle when ron or hermione hug him tight. they’ve never seen ron as calm, or as settled, as when he’s around the other two—he has a purpose, and it’s never been more clearer than in those moments.

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who is their biggest hear me out?

(We know it's Lockhart, hermione)

I don’t think we should answer this…

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do you think harry and ron faced gay allegations after the second task

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“The Golden Trio”?? Did you mean: “Two non functional disasters and their caretaker, Ronald Weasley”??

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“BUT ITS PLATONIC!! THEY’RE JUST BEST FRIENDS THEY’RE LIKE SIBLINGS ITS GROSS TO SHIP THEM” and they’re also in love and having filthy sex. hope this helps

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i needddd jack & twelve 2 meet . i need jack 2 see his husband (maybe) (<- that's the official title) with the face of the man who tried to have him killed . this is not a want but a need . i should write this

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If Doctor Who has taught me anything it's that flamboyant men are the most dangerous people that there are

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peter capaldi doctor sitting on a bench going "yeah i had a crush on the master. when he was a boy. and i was also a boy. yeah gender is stupid and ours are better than yours. get on our level. idiot." to his favorite lesbian and then missing his mouth and dropping food all over his lap is actually so iconic.