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It’s been four years since Hope has set foot in Mystic Falls. Four years since she jumped into that pit. Four years since anyone remembered who she was. But now Hope was back, and it was going to be harder than she thought. Especially with her new college roommate, Josie Saltzman.

“Sorry sorry. I’m not trying to be obnoxious. I just… there’s something about you that makes me want to, I don’t know, spill my guts? I’m not usually like this, I promise. Plus ya know… cute girls make me nervous.”

Oh God no, Hope thought. This could not be happening. This wasn’t in the ground rules, but she was pretty sure this line of conversation qualified as off limits.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry. I’m making it worse. You’re my roommate and I just called you cute. Oh God, can I embarrass myself anymore?” Josie’s face had turned a bright shade of red.

Hope instinctually reached out to touch her cheek. “No Jo, it’s not you. I’m just tired.” Damn, where did those ground rules go?

Words: 3375, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

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by hvmck

Isn’t it weird, Josie thought bitterly, how someone could go from being your best friend to worst enemy in the span of one summer?

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bully au

Words: 3117, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand

After an accident, Josie relocates from her hometown of Mystic Falls to New Orleans as the newest member of the Mikaelson School, run by the eccentric Mikaelson Family. While there, she meets her new roommate Hope, the youngest Mikaelson, who may be just who she needs to get through.

hosie AU

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Hope and Josie

Why You Wanna?

It was just supposed to be a routine Tuesday lunch at the Leaky Cauldron until an ex showed up and made Hermione feel all the things she’d been trying to ignore.

A songfic inspired by Jana Kramer’s Why You Wanna.  Check out the song here. Song lyrics are identified in italics.

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Soul Searching

Title: Soul Searching

Prompt/Summary: Hermione admits she was wrong.

Rating: K

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Brief Summary: Hermione admits the way she went about House Elf rights when she was younger wasn’t quite how she should have handled things.

Content Warning: None

Notes: This is very AU and contains an in-depth discussion of house-elf rights.

“You know, Ron,” she said quietly, “you were right and I was wrong.”

Blimey, the Hermione Granger he knew never admitted she was wrong! Ron looked at her with trepidation.

“Um, uh, are you a pod person that’s taken over my girlfriend’s body?” They had watched a Muggle movie called The Invasion of the Body-Snatchers a couple days ago.

Hermione rolled her eyes and ignored him.

“I stand by my position that house-elves have a right to freedom,” she explained, “But I was wrong to try and hide those hats in the Gryffindor common room and trick the school house-elves into picking them up. And you were right to call me out on it. It was underhanded and very patronizing of me. I never asked them what they wanted, not even once. I fell short of my high ideals of equality and fairness and justice and…No wonder they were all so offended!”

Ron’s mouth closed with an audible snap.

“Don’t feel too bad, sweetheart,” He said gently. “Everyone fucks up. And I reckon we’ve both got a lot to learn about house-elves. I didn’t even see how rough they had it until you pointed it out!”

The words seemed to calm her down. A small hand slipped into his as they walked along the beach of Shell Cottage. The setting sun blazed and glowed the scarlet and gold of Gryffindor, like a phoenix soaring over the horizon.

“House-elves are oppressed,” Hermione mused. “and any legitimate movement for social change has to center their struggle and prioritize their right to self-determination. But I was wrong…I should have known better than to think I knew better than them. I see now that I have no right to tell them what their liberation should look like, or what their relationship to their traditional occupation should be.”

She sighed, and placed her hands over her temples. “As a witch and member of the very class that oppresses them, I was way out of line. And I honestly don’t know how to fix it.”

“Hermione, we’ve been over this before,” Ron said patiently. “you can’t be right all the time. None of us can. You wouldn’t be human if you could! And sometimes, there are no easy answers. Life isn’t a textbook, you know, it doesn’t come with an answer key at the back. Even the house-elves can’t seem to agree what’s best for them. And to be honest, we wizards and witches are so loud we kind of drown them out.”

They were silent for a while. Ron and Hermione were both haunted by Dobby’s near-death at the hands of Bellatrix Lestrange. But the elf had largely recovered from his injuries, thanks to the devoted care of Harry and surprisingly, Winky. Winky and Dobby had hated each other for a long time, due to their vastly different stances on house-elf rights. Still, Dobby was a hero of the War and highly respected by his people. Her friendship with Dobby helped Winky sober up and get over being dismissed by Mr. Crouch. Ron still didn’t get what she’d seen in the crusty old geezer, but he was glad to see she’d finally moved on with her life.

Hermione gave a watery smile. “Dobby and Winky’s political stances are not as opposed as they seem. Both of them support better working conditions for their people, and neither of them condone actual abuse at the hands of humans. It’s just that Winky has a lot of pride in her people’s traditional occupation of domestic labor. And we have to admit that labor has value and is important! Essential, even. Most of the wizarding world runs on it.”

“I mean, only rich people can afford house-elves,” Ron said, “my family hasn’t had one in like, centuries. But Hogwarts would be shot without them, that’s for sure. And I’m pretty sure the Malfoys would starve to death without them.”

“Isn’t it odd that much of the wizarding world can be so dependent on another race of beings and yet so contemptuous of them?” Hermione wondered. “The Death Eaters didn’t emerge in a vacuum. The systems of oppression that produced them are still with us in the form of violence against house-elves, Muggle-borns, werewolves, and goblins.”

His girlfriend used a lot of big words, especially when discussing her grand social theories about the world. But Ron always got the gist of what she was saying. He’d been around her long enough.

“Hermione,” Ron said in a low voice. “You got seven Os on all your NEWTS! Seven Os. That’s kind of a big deal. You could be anything you want. But you always said you wanted to do some good in the world. So why don’t you make SPEW a full-time thing and fight for the rights of these people? I think you’d be good at it. You’ve just gotta be sure you involve them and stay in touch with what they want.”

She looked up at him, startled.

“You don’t think it would be stupid?”

“Of course not! I became an Auror for you, remember? And I’d work double-time to support you if that’s what it took.”

He couldn’t really blame his girlfriend for doubting him on this stuff. Sometimes, he still wondered what she saw in a boor like him. Ron felt twinges of shame for the things he’d said about SPEW before the war. Auror training taught him that hatred and bigotry were powerful sources of Dark magic. Voldemort’s soul had been a shitty, rotten, maggot-filled cesspool of both. No wonder the twisted old snake had wanted to tear it apart.

George had offered him a post at the joke shop, but in the end, Ron couldn’t bring himself to replace Fred. He just couldn’t. Losing Fred had felt like losing a limb. Ron let the pain fuel him for his next round with the Death Eaters. He clenched his teeth and fists so hard his knuckles turned white.

“I swear, Hermione,” he growled, “I won’t rest until every single Death Eater and all the fuckers who sucked up to them are brought to justice.”

Hermione glowed, her face shining bright like moonbeams and starlight and all that mushy and dramatic bullshit he didn’t get. “I know you won’t.”

She curled into him. His face was very warm, and he could feel it turning as red as his hair. Ron swallowed hard and held her against his chest, feeling like one of the gallant knights in the stories his mum used to tell him. It was a damn fine feeling, he decided.

“I think I’m going to take your advice. My parents want me to apply for a post in the Ministry, but I think it’s as much my destiny to be an activist as it’s yours to be an Auror.”

The stars sparkled above them like a diamond in a wedding ring.

“I have a confession to make,” Hermione whispered.

“Oh, yeah?”

“When we were at school, I had a crush on you for so long that I was afraid of what would happen when we finally got together. My greatest fear was that we didn’t share the same values, and that it would drive us apart. I don’t have that fear anymore.”

“I was afraid of fucking us up, too,” he admitted quietly.

“You know, there’s a Muggle saying I once read in a book,” Hermione said. “Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.”

Ron thought of the final battle of Hogwarts, when he’d been the one to remember the house-elves and warn them to leave the kitchen for their safety. They all fought valiantly at Harry’s side to protect the school and defeat Voldemort. His girlfriend was a tough witch to impress, but he knew he’d got through to her that night. He thought of how proud he and Hermione were of Harry, who’d fulfilled the prophecy and become the first DADA Professor in many decades to last more than one year in the post.

“Well, sweetheart, that sure does sound like us.”

Hermione beamed brightly up at him and snuggled closer. “Thank you, Ron. Thank you for supporting me in the cause we both believe in.”

The sun slipped over the horizon, and the blue water splashed onto the powdery white sand of the beach. Hermione’s face turned up like a flower in spring, and she raised her lips to his. Ron felt his mind go blank at the taste of her cherry-red mouth. He didn’t want to ruin it by talking, so he lifted her clean off the ground, just as he’d done for their first kiss. Hermione’s bushy brown hair tumbled across his face, smelling all sweet and fresh like new parchment and freshly mowed grass and the perfume he’d bought her long ago. And she giggled into the kiss. Ron had wanted this for half his bloody life, but he knew then he would never get enough.

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Hi adenei!! Thank you so much for the fic.. I love it!! Can I request an explicit roleplay version of the cheerleader/Quidditch captain role? Only if you can..if you cannot I understand.

Hey @darkwizard1207 - It took me a while to find the right angle I wanted to take with this one. Hope you enjoy!

WARNING: NSFW

Let’s Play Pretend

Hermione and Ron flooed back to their flat following the annual Halloween party. “I’m so glad that’s over,” Hermione lamented as she tossed the pom poms down on the sofa. 

“Oh, come on, Hermione it wasn’t that bad,” Ron said.

“That’s easy for you to say. Your costume wasn’t bad,” she retorted, noticing how his former quidditch jersey tightened around his well defined muscles from countless hours of auror training.

“Yours is brilliant if you ask me,” Ron said as he slid his arms around her waist from behind. He leaned down and kissed her neck. “ ‘S a shame Hogwarts didn’t have a cheer team. Reckon the muggles had the right idea about that.”

Hermione rolled her eyes in protest. “I think Hogwarts is just fine without a cheer team.”

“Would you have been on it if they did have one?”

“Absolutely not! Are you kidding? I’m insulted you’d even ask that question,” Hermione chided. 

“Well, what if we pretended you were for the night…” Ron suggested as his hands drifted up under her shirt. 

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Step 6: Physical Affection

From 12 Fail-Safe Ways To Charm Hermione Granger

Physical Affection

As your romantic relationship strengthens, so will your physical connection. Keep in mind that there is no specific destination to work toward, and any expectations should only come about through careful and clear communication. If your goal is truly to charm her, assume you have your entire lives to explore your physical relationship. Do not rush it, so that you can enjoy the journey fully.

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When Crookshanks was fed up with Ron’s attention, he abruptly stood, stretched, and trotted across the bed toward Hermione. He curled up contentedly behind Hermione’s knees before yawning wildly and drifting off to sleep. With his hand now free, Ron brought 12 Fail-Safe Ways To Charm Witches back to his lap, and shuffled the next chapter, Physical Affection.

At the very beginning, the thought of advancing their physical relationship caused Ron significant anxiety. Having been friends for seven years before becoming romantically involved, he couldn’t imagine going back to a normal friendship after seeing each other naked. Although Lavender had never seen him completely starkers, the progressions in that relationship never made him nervous, because there was no pre-existing friendship to risk. With Hermione, he found that the stakes were much higher- if he screwed up, there was a lot more to lose.

Nowadays, the nervousness of their first few experiences together seemed so far away.. Ron didn’t think twice about stripping down for a shower, or simply to change clothes, and seeing her eyes linger on him no longer made him feel self-conscious. He knew she felt the same way when she thoughtlessly tugged her own clothes off after a long day at work, her bra usually being the first thing she ditched as she transitioned to more comfortable attire.

He no longer worried about pressuring her. At this point they had explored so much new territory together, that they learned how to clearly and confidently tell each other no. All it took was a playful swat to his hand and he would retreat instantly. He knew she’d never take offense if he groaned and pushed her gently away when she kissed him more fervently than was typical for an innocent greeting. Maybe he was already late for work, or he was too tired after Quidditch practice, or he didn’t even have a reason, and that was ok too.

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Wandering Eyes

TW: Smut

Other TW: Third thing actually written, so this could go either way.

Summary: Ron realizes his girlfriend has an amazing ass

Ron did not have wandering eyes; especially when it came to Hermione. Even now that they were together, it still felt as if it was crossing some sort of boundary, being best friends with her since they were eleven.

Of course, he loved looking at her. He loved watching her face grow red during their friendly debates, and how she scrunched up her eyebrows during studying. Over the years, he’d taken to stealing quick glances at Hermione whenever he could.

But that was a different context.

Six months together, and Ron still felt uncomfortable staring at her for too long during sex.

It was a habit that Hermione – by some miracle – still hadn’t picked up on.

That wasn’t to say he didn’t enjoy their time together. Ron loved being that close to Hermione, and the years it took for them to finally get to that point made it even more significant.

However, he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was wrong to look at her for too long. Every time Ron did, a voice appeared in that back of his head, reminding him that she was his best friend. He was having sex with his best friend.

George made fun of him enough times because of this for Ron to realize that it wasn’t normal. It was better to confide in George than his other brothers, let alone Ginny, and definitely not Harry.

So long as Hermione didn’t notice, Ron fine with it. Talking with George was really the only time it came up, and it didn’t have an effect on his relationship with Hermione.

Until now, that is.

“Ron?” Hermione asked mid-session. “Can I ask you a question?”

“You just did.” he responded. “Twice, actually.”

She slapped him on the shoulder lightly, but he could tell from the smile on her face she wasn’t mad.

Ron pulled away from her, refusing to look down and instead maintaining eye contact with her. Hermione’s eyes went elsewhere.

Another thing that made him realize the unusualness of his thought process was the way she looked at him. Hermione wasn’t a stranger to letting her eyes wander. Granted, she blushed furiously whenever she did, but it was more than he could say.

“Are you all right?” he asked, bringing her attention back to his face.

“Yeah, brilliant.” Hermione looked down again for a split second. “I was just wondering if… you maybe… wanted to try something different?”

Ron and Hermione hadn’t experimented much in the past six months. She would usually lay flat on her back while he positioned himself on top of her; it made Ron feel like he was protecting her. She would be on top occasionally, but apparently, one of the few places she didn’t want complete control was the bedroom.

“Different?” Ron repeated, scratching his long, freckled nose.

“Only if you’re all right with it.” she said rapidly.

Ron didn’t ask what she meant, but she could easily read the confusion on his face.

“I don’t mean that different. Like… I’ll just turn around?”

She didn’t know what was so surprising to him. Ron stared at her blankly, and she back at him, silence falling between them. Their little staring match felt like it lasted minutes

“Ron?” Hermione asked, completely lost.

“I’ve never done that before.”

“Well, neither have I! If you haven’t done it, I haven’t done it.”

One of the many benefits of only being with one person.

“All right.” he said, watching her face light up with excitement.

When Hermione turned over and lied down on her stomach, arching up slightly, Ron’s mouth went dry.

“Fuck.”

The voice in the back of Ron’s head returned, his whole body screaming at him, telling him to stop staring at Hermione and say something. Unlike so many times before, he didn’t listen to it.

“Are you okay, Ron?” Hermione asked, thankfully looking forward instead of over her shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah.”

His hand hovering over her, he didn’t have any clear idea of where to grab her. After a few seconds, he lightly placed a hand on her hip, resisting the urge to touch her… there.

He swallowed his nerves, lining himself up and holding his breath as he lightly pushed in. Oddly enough, Ron had his eyes down to watch himself enter.

Hermione sighed contently, propping herself up on her elbows as he began to move.

Ron watched her ass crash against him with every thrust, feeling Hermione rock against him. With every push, her breathing would get more and more laboured.

“Is this okay, Ron?” she asked, Ron letting out a breath at last.

He said nothing, noticing that she was slowing down.

Ron grabbed her by the sides firmly and kept their pace desperately. She gasped and lowered herself to rest her head on the mattress which somehow changed the sensation for both of them.

Ron switched his grip to her thighs pulling her against him, listening to Hermione’s moaning. His grip grew even tighter as he continued to watch her ass slap against him.

Hermione turned to look at him over her shoulder to say something, her mouth hanging open just a little as she held back another moan; the first time in seven years he was able to affectively shut her up.

Biting his lip as he watched her face, Ron practically growled when she started rolling her hips. He leaned forward gently kissing whatever parts of her back he could reach.

Hermione then reached a hand underneath herself, working quickly.

He propped himself up again, shamelessly grabbing her ass with one hand and spanking her with the other.

“Ron!” Hermione cried out as she collapsed further on the bed, her knees going weak.

His hand squeezed her ass even tighter, cursing under his breath when he realized he had no time left. Groaning, Ron rested on top of her, refusing to move as he finished.

He could just make out Hermione’s words as she spoke between deep breaths. “What… was… that?”

“Are you all right?” he asked when he found the air, pulling out of her. Hermione turned back over to him, resting against their headboard. His eyes travelled down, and he felt no shame.

“Never better… are you staring at me?”

“Am I not allowed to?” Ron ripped his eyes away from her chest immediately.

“No, of course you are. It’s just… George said you had this thing about…”

“Damn it, George.” he said, realizing now that he should have never confided in his mischievous older brother. “He told you?”

“Three weeks ago.” Hermione nodded. “After telling everyone else.”

Ron sighed, crawling next to her and pulling the blanket over them. He didn’t see the point in worrying about it now; not when he no longer had a problem with his wandering eyes.

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morgana’s curse

“It’s midnight!” said Ron suddenly with alarm. He glanced over at her and then, threw a hand over his eyes dramatically. “I’m not supposed to see you.”

Hermione giggled, pulling at his hand even as he peeked through his fingers at her. Those blue eyes she loved twinkling with joy.

“We’ve been together almost every day since we were children, I don’t see how us speaking to each other today is going to change anything.”

Ron gave her a serious look. “Now now, we can’t just laugh in the face of tradition. You have heard of the curse of Morgana, haven’t you?”

Skeptically, Hermione shook her head.

“And they say you read,” Ron teased seriously. “Morgana and her betrothed wanted to see each other before the ceremony so they tired sneaking off to meet in the early morning hours. She slipped back into the castle but he got locked out. He froze to death and to ensure no bride would feel her pain Morgana cursed all couples who dared to see one another before they were wed.”

“You can’t be serious?” Hermione asked alarmed.

Ron held suspense for another breathtaking moment and then shook his head. “Nah, but how else would we scare young girls into purity?”

“The wizarding world is so backwards sometimes,” Hermione rolled her eyes, “It doesn’t even make any sense, why would she curse brides?”

Ron chuckled and after a moment Hermione let the humor infect her. “I don’t know about a curse but I do fear my mother catching us together. She can be so old-fashioned sometimes.”

They swayed in place together for a moment, staring at one another.

“Can you believe in just twelve hours, we’ll be married?” she asked.

“And then you’ll have to spend the rest of your life with that rude boy who called you a know it all.” Ron told her.

“And you’ll have to spend your life with that know it all,” she teased back.

“Well, Miss. Know-It-All, are you ready?”

“Of course,” she answered, “I’ve been ready, for a long time.”

And she was going to marry him. And he would be her husband and she would be his wife. And they would live a long and happy life together.

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Hermione: okay, for some self defense practice, I’m going to act as a thief and you guys have to react accordingly

Hermione: GIVE ME ALL YOUR GALLEONS IF YOU WANT TO LIVE!

Ron: bold of you to assume I have money

Harry: bold of you to assume I want to live

Hermione: ...

Neville, handing her the contents of his pockets: here you go, it isn’t much