Chess isn’t always competitive. Chess can also be… beautiful. It was the board I noticed first. It’s an entire world of just 64 squares. I feel safe in it. I can control it. I can dominate it. And it’s predictable, so if I get hurt, I only have myself to blame. Anya Taylor-Joy as Beth Harmon in THE QUEEN’S GAMBIT (2020)
Hermione realizes that she has feelings for Ron in third year.
Oh, she always knew her relationship with Ron was a little different than it was with Harry. But she didn’t think much of it. They were two different people after all.
The first time she started to suspect her feelings might be romantic was after a transfiguration class. They had gotten some essays back they had turned in the previous class and Ron had looked incredibly relieved to see an “A” written on the top of his, saying that he was certain he would fail. Instantly Hermione had felt terrible, remembering that she had promised to help him revise his essay, but in the juggling of classes that had become her life, she had completely forgotten.
She spent the walk to Snape’s class muttering apologies, glad that he had passed and therefore probably wouldn’t be as upset with her. “Don’t worry about it,” he had said with a shrug. “I know you were busy.” “Well, aren’t you mad?” “Why?” he had asked. “It’s not like I keep you around to revise my homework.”
He, of course, had not comprehended the meaning of those words as he had walked into Snape’s class, sighing about how his weekend would surely be ruined by whatever Snape assigned. But those words stuck with her, and she mulled them over until late at night, a thought starting to form that maybe- But she shoved it down fast.
Obviously, she did not have a crush on her best friend. Right.
The feelings were confirmed a few months later, after the Scabbers incident. (She had missed him terribly then. Harry, too, of course. But she would be lying if she said that her heart didn’t ache a little during those months every time she heard him laugh and it wasn’t with her.)
It happened one morning when she woke up and found that she had fallen asleep on her favorite couch in the common room- again. This time, however, she had woken up to find that someone had covered her with a blanket. And she found a familiar redhead leaning against the couch and reading what looked to be one of the books they had picked out to help with Buckbeak’s trial. He had looked up at her, with a grin on his face and said, “Look who’s awake. You should try sleeping on a bed sometime, you know. Here, you missed breakfast- I figured you probably needed the sleep and didn’t wake you.” He handed her a napkin with some biscuits inside that he had snuck out and went straight back to reading. She had stared at him for a few minutes, a warm feeling rising up in her chest.
She spent the rest of the day trying not to blush whenever they made eye contact.
What's Your Favorite?
Set shortly after the trio’s encounter with the Troll. Hermione is unsure how much Ron and Harry REALLY like her, but one thing is for sure….Ron really likes Chicken.
Words: 743, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
- Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
- Rating: General Audiences
- Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
- Categories: F/M
- Characters: Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter
- Relationships: Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley
- Additional Tags: Hogwarts First Year, Friendship, Childhood Friends, Silly, Fluff, Cute, The Golden Trio, Wholesome, Innocent, secret song fic
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27522913
For a time, I was all you had. And for a time, you was all I had. We weren’t orphans. Not as long as we had each other.
Idk how to explain to people that the US isn't declining into fascism, it's been a fascist state since the moment it started with genocide and slavery.
People on this post keep insisting that it's not fascism because of lack of authoritarianism and not realizing that that's the fucking point.
There was a lack of authoritarianism for most people, most notably white people.
But what about the Native people who were forced into reservations that they weren't allowed to leave without permission? Who weren't allowed to speak their languages or sing their songs or dance their dances?
What about the black people who were forced into slavery and then into segregation? Who were separated from their families and weren't allowed to read or write?
What about the brown immigrants who were paid next to nothing for backbreaking work building a country that they weren't considered a part of? Who were forced to live in controlled housing where their every movement was monitored in case they tried to leave?
The US is and has always been a fascist state. Some people just have the privilege to ignore it.
A Moment of Solidarity
From ‘Completely Mental’
“Malfoy got Hermione!” Ron said. “Look!”
He forced Hermione to show Snape her teeth - she was doing her best to hide them with her hands, though this was difficult as they had now grown down past her collar. Pansy Parkinson and the other Slytherin girls were doubled up with silent giggles, pointing at Hermione from behind Snape’s back.
Snape looked coldly at Hermione, then said, “I see no difference.”
Hermione let out a whimper; her eyes filled with tears, she turned on her heel and ran, ran all the way up the corridor and out of sight.
It was lucky, perhaps, that both Harry and Ron started shouting at Snape at the same time; lucky their voices echoed so much in the stone corridor, for in the confused din, it was impossible for him to hear exactly what they were calling him. He got the gist, however.
“Let’s see,” he said, in his silkiest voice. “Fifty points from Gryffindor and a detention each for Potter and Weasley. Now get inside, or it’ll be a week’s worth of detentions.” -Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire*
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Harry and Ron found themselves in the common room, struggling with their Potions homework from their respective places across the room. Hermione had just gone up to bed, and Harry immediately wished she hadn’t. Ron was not nearly as much help as she was, especially now that he wouldn’t even speak to Harry, and for this particular lesson, they didn’t have Hermione’s notes.
Hermione had spent this lesson in the hospital wing with Madam Pomfrey, reversing the buck-tooth curse that Malfoy had sent her way. Even though she missed class, Harry knew that she had already read the book and could still help them with their potions essays.
Ron had been in a particularly foul mood since class, which seemed to have gotten worse since Hermione left for bed.
“What’s wrong with you?’ Harry called, without looking up from his parchment.
Ron said nothing at first, and Harry assumed he would be ignored… again. Harry was delighted when he actually spoke. "Snape.”
Harry nodded. Snape had assigned them extra homework in addition to the detention they had to serve later that week. “It’s not fair isn’t it? We didn’t really do anything.”
Ron shook his head. “It’s not that. I don’t mind the extra homework. Or the detention for that matter.”
Harry had the unsettling feeling that he and Ron were on completely different pages, again. He lowered his head to his hands, feeling another Ron-related headache threatening to send him to bed early, homework unfinished. “Then what is it Ron?”
Ron snapped his head up at Harry. “Did you not notice Hermione just now?”
“I just talked to her! You saw me!”
Ron groaned in frustration. “Did you notice anything different?”
Other than the obvious fact that Madam Pomfrey had fixed Hermione’s teeth, he did not. “Well obviously she changed her teeth back to normal, but of course she was going to do that.”
Harry barely caught Ron’s mutter, and he wished he hadn’t. “You really are thick, aren’t you.”
“What are you talking about?”
Ron nearly shouted across the common room, and Harry was suddenly glad they were alone. “I said you’re thick. You’re so focused on yourself, and the bloody tournament, that you don’t even notice what’s going on with other people.”
Harry stood up and started shoving his books back into his bag. He didn’t have time for this. Especially if Ron wasn’t even going to tell him what’s going on. He had no choice but to walk past Ron’s table to reach the dormitory steps, and when he passed, he spoke to Ron much as calmly as he could manage. “Well why don’t you tell me?”
He half expected Ron to ignore him again, but to his surprise, he didn’t. “If you truly didn’t notice,’ said Ron through clenched teeth. "Hermione shrunk her teeth past their normal size.”
Harry was dumbfounded. How, on Earth, would Ron notice that? How would he expect Harry to notice that? “I did not notice,” muttered Harry. He started to turn up the stairway to the boys dormitory when Ron interrupted him again.
“Didn’t it bother you? What Snape said?”
In short, yes. When Malfoy’s curse hit Hermione and caused her teeth to grow, Snape’s cruel comment had triggered all of his hatred for the professor. He recalled that Hermione looked on the verge of tears before she scurried away to Madam Pomfrey. But Harry had almost forgotten about it, and he definitely hadn’t noticed that Hermione had shrunk her teeth beyond their normal size. “It was cruel,” admitted Harry. Maybe he had been too focused on himself lately.
To Harry’s relief, Ron didn’t look angry anymore. “She looked good enough before, don’t you think?” He looked up at Harry expectantly for a response.
“Erm…yeah. I guess. Again, hadn’t really noticed.”
Ron turned his attention back to his homework. “We promised we’d look out for her.”
Harry nodded. “We did.”
Ron didn’t respond again, and kept his focus on the parchment in front of him. Harry didn’t want to push him any more, so he muttered a quick goodnight to Ron, and made his way upstairs.
I've always thought it's too easy to guess when Hermione started feeling things for Ron. However, with him it is another story.
At what point do you think Ron began to see her in a way beyond friendship?
Hope you like! ❤
Pippin’s Perfumes
How did Ron end up buying Hermione perfume for Christmas fifth year?
Read more fifth year moments here :)
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Hermione didn’t join the boys for their last trip to Hogsmeade before the Holidays. “I have too much homework, and so do you. You shouldn’t have waited until the last minute to get your holiday shopping done, there was perfect opportunity last month-”
Harry was happy to escape her nagging for an afternoon. Exams were looming, and Hermione was falling back into her old patterns of revising constantly, and guilting anyone else who wasn’t. It was the last thing Harry needed.
It also allowed Harry and Ron space to find her a present without her breathing down their necks. Harry suggested the bookstore- Tomes and Scrolls, and the pair spent the first half of their Hogsmeade trip looking at books.
“The one time Hermione doesn’t come with us to Hogsmeade, and we’re still in a bookstore,” said Ron grumpily, as he flipped through a book about advanced knitting spells, before tossing it back on the shelf.
“Hey that’s a good present for Hermione, you should get it,” said Harry, reaching for the book. “She’s been knitting a lot-”
“Exactly, and I don’t want her to think I support it,” said Ron as he eyed the book with disdain. “Dobby looks ridiculous in all those hats.”
Harry shrugged. He thought Hermione would like it. “Then I will.” Harry tossed the book in his bag, feeling relief that his gifts were all accounted for. The same couldn’t be said about Ron. “She’ll like anything, just pick something.”
“No, it’s gotta be good,” said Ron, as he continued to scan the books. Ron had never given gift-giving too much thought. This year was very different- Ron was trying to compete with Viktor Krum’s mystery gift, and it was clearly causing him quite a bit of stress. As amusing as it was to Harry, it was also starting to get on his nerves.
“What about this one? "Quidditch Basics For Spectators”?“
Ron laughed. "I think she’ll be offended.”
“How To Win at Wizards Chess.” Harry held up another book.
“Nah, I’m keeping my secrets to myself.”
“Men Who Love Dragons Too Much?”
“Not the message I’m trying to send,” grinned Ron.
“What message are you trying to send?” asked Harry as he returned the book to its place.
“Not sure,” shrugged Ron. “Maybe that I know her better than Krum.”
Harry sighed. It was going to be a long day. “What about this one- The Big Book of Beauty Charms.” Harry held up the book. “You know, because she’s a girl.”
“You’re kidding mate,” said Ron with raised eyebrows. “Too risky.”
Harry nodded and tossed the book back onto the shelf.
“Home Life and Social Habits of British Muggles,” laughed Harry as he held up a new find. “No wait, this one. Hairy Heart: A Guide To Wizards Who Won’t Commit.”
“Take this seriously, mate,” sighed Ron as he anxiously ran a hand through his hair.
“Sorry,” responded Harry..
The pair continued to scour the bookshelves for another hour, while Ron talked himself out of every purchase. By the time they arrived at the checkout counter, Ron was still empty-handed.
“Maybe I’ll find something somewhere else,” said Ron with a disappointed shrug.
“Maybe.” Harry led the way back onto the High Street.
honestly i think that the “after all this time” quote would be a lot more meaningful if it had been related to the love between the golden trio instead of snape’s lifelong obsession for lily. i mean the quote itself is a connotation for true love and unending loyalty and ron and hermione were the ones who stuck by harry through thick and thin - even willing to sacrifice their lives at the drop of a hat for their love of harry multiple times throughout the series. and even when they had some petty fights during their teenage years they always came back to each other in the end because they were destined for each other. as friends and as a family.
in fact if you added the quote right here it would make perfect sense
“Listen!” said Harry again.
“No, Harry, you listen,” said Hermione. “We’re coming with you. That was decided months ago—years, really.”
“Even….after all this time?” asked Harry.
“Always” said both Ron and Hermione.
i didn’t know if you’d care if i came back, i have a lot of regrets about that.
Bellarke AU
If other universes exist I hope we’re happy somewhere. That there are universes where history doesn’t pull us apart and we become a tragic story full of sorrow and regret, ones where we don’t become our own undoing that only history would remember us for. I know in this story we could never belong to each other, but if there is another universe, another story, another us I hope we can love each other until our dying day.
— history became cruel to star-crossed lovers, they could never end up happy | our violent ends. //t.c
Bellarke AU
If other universes exist I hope we’re happy somewhere. That there are universes where history doesn’t pull us apart and we become a tragic story full of sorrow and regret, ones where we don’t become our own undoing that only history would remember us for. I know in this story we could never belong to each other, but if there is another universe, another story, another us I hope we can love each other until our dying day.
— history became cruel to star-crossed lovers, they could never end up happy | our violent ends. //t.c
I just watched the SERIES finale for the 100!!! It was so good!!! I’m so happy Marper got to live a long and happy life together!!! They had a child!!! And named him after Jasper!!! The end with Bellamy and Clarke staring out over that new planet!!! I wonder what’s down there, but the mystery adds to the hopeful ending!!! Wow!!!
They just spit in 7 seasons worth of character development







