i just really like hermione okay

anonymous asked:

Can you list the Ron moments that the movie missed our changed?... or maybe give a link to a post which already has the list.

Okay, this is going to be done from memory so bear with me. 

Philosopher’s Stone

  • Ron offering to share his food with Harry from the moment they meet.
  • Ron teaching Harry how to play wizard’s chess (this is kind of in the film but not explicitly so I thought I’d include it.)
  • Staying over Christmas with Harry and trying to cheer him up after the mirror incidents (I think they did film a part of this but it was a deleted scene for some reason ??? why ???)
  • RON BEING THE CALM ONE DURING THE DEVIL’S SNARE SCENE NOT HERMIONE (’But there’s no wood!’ ‘Are you a witch or not?’)

Chamber of Secrets

  • Constantly defending Harry from Draco
  • The scene where Draco calls Hermione a mudblood and it was actually Ron who new what the term meant and explained it, not Hermione
  • Visiting Hermione in the hospital wing after she turns herself into a cat and bringing her all her homework that she missed
  • Ron going into a freaking forest full of spiders and tackling his biggest fear. Even though he was shaking the entire time and is so terrified he can’t even speak by the end of it and actually /throws up/ afterwards, he still went and did it because it needed to be done and he wasn’t about to let Harry go alone. (Okay so this was in the films but I really don’t think they actually captured the gravity of it, instead choosing to turn Ron into comic relief… Again.)
  • Being the one to go to the hospital wing so that Hermione will have someone with her so she’s not alone and to explain what happened when she wakes up

Prisoner of Azkaban

  • Actually being really concerned about Scabbers’ health and buying the rat tonic for him
  • Actual background to the Crooksanks v Scabbers business instead of just villainising Ron for the sake of making Hermione seem better
  • When he was literally woken up by Sirius holding a knife over his bed, who, as far as anyone knew then, was a mass murderer??? Why isn’t this talked about more ??
  • Noticing Hermione’s weird af schedule and being the only one to aCTUALLY CARE about where she was going and what she was doing
  • Literally fucking pushing Harry out of the way when they see Sirius in dog form (who they think is The Grim) and consequently getting a broken leg + dragged by his arm into the Whomping Willow
  • Awkwardly patting Hermione on the head after she apologises, instead of that weird hug thing they share in the films
  • Taking on Buckbeak’s appeal and dedicating so much time and effort into his case. Call this boy lazy or apathetic again I dare you.
  • Standing up on a BROKEN LEG to tell Sirius, who, again, was thought to be a MASS MURDERER, that ‘If you want to kill Harry you’ll have to kill us too!’ whilst Hermione stood frozen in the corner
  • Making peace with Crookshanks at the end of the book by holding Pigwidgeon up for him to check that he isn’t evil (I love Ron so much)

Goblet of Fire

  • ‘We’ll pick you up on Sunday if you can come, and we’ll still pick you up on Sunday if you can’t’ (or something like that) when talking about the quidditch world cup
  • The background and reasoning behind the big fight with Harry (+the later argument they had where Harry threw the badge @ his head.)
  • The actual insecurity Ron suffered because of the dress robes, not just the comic relief side of it.
  • Helping Harry practice for the second and third tasks practically 24/7 (including letting Harry practice stunning on him!!! #dedication)
  • Getting Krum to sign his autograph + basically all of hIS HUGE CRUSH ON KRUM JFC
  • Just generally being there for Harry after Cedric even when Harry pushes him away

Order of the Phoenix

  • Again, just generally being there for Harry even when Harry is being an ass to him (+ the part where Ron desperately wants to tell him what’s going on but Hermione + all the adults insists that they can’t)
  • The year of quidditch which, although being an essential part of the book with the whole Umbridge arc, is not even MENTIONED in the film. Literally, it’s one of the only films that doesn’t feature quidditch yet it’s the book where I’d consider quidditch to be the most important.
  • Anyway, yes, quidditch. Ron getting a new broom and sneaking out to practice so he can try out for the team
  • Ron making it on the team and having very very very little confidence so he’s… quite terrible the first few matches.
  • The awful ‘Weasley is Our King’ song that Malfoy made and the Slytherins take to singing at. Every. Single. Match.
  • Ron gaining his confidence and destroying the other team at quidditch, during which, neither Harry or Hermione were actually there to witness it. And Ron is so happy and proud but when Harry and Hermione start talking about Grawp, instead of being petty and angry at them, he listens intently and tries to help
  • Always backing up Harry when Hermione is being slightly insufferable towards him and not really understanding of his needs. (e.g when she’s pressuring him to do better at occlumency and Ron tells her to back off)
  • The whole arc where Arthur gets injured and all the Weasleys are sat around the kitchen at Grimmauld place waiting for news + the parts in St Mungos (this was in the film a little but they really didn’t go into the effect it had on the Weasleys. Especially Ron and Ginny)
  • The miraculous plan they all come up with to get Harry into Umbridge’s office (which, admittedly, backfires, but hey. At least they tries) during which Ron plays a pivotal role, not just a struggling character in the background
  • Everything to do with the ministry tbh ??? From battling death eaters to the spell that makes him delirious to the brain almost suffocating him
  • Staying in the hospital wing with Hermione for the rest of the year and the scars all down his arms from where the brain attacked him

Half Blood Prince

  • When Hermione is talking about why girls find Harry attractive and Ron is all like ‘Look at me Hermione! I’m tall too! I have scars too!” 
  • Backing up Harry when he answers Snape’s question about inferi compared to ghosts (”Well what Harry said was the most useful! If I’m going to face an inferi I’m going to be looking for if it’s transparent not asking ‘excuse me are you the imprint of a departed soul?’” or something similar. Get wrecked Snape.)
  • All of the quidditch moments in this book are golden.
  • That moment where Hermione super awkwardly asks Ron to Slughorn’s party and Harry is just in the background like,,, what an interesting plant
  • Ginny antagonising Ron about never having kissed anyone and the subsequent Lavender disaster that followed
  • Everything to do with Lavender tbh. Like, their whole relationship, not just the comic version in the movies
  • Ron’s getting poisoned actually being a really serious thing and all his family showing up at the hospital wing
  • Pretending to be asleep when Lavender comes to visit (Ron Weasley how dare you, your mother raised you better than this)
  • Okay, I really want to make a separate post about this but the whole Luna/Ron friendship in this one is gold
  • I feel like we as a fandom collectively forget this one but Ron and the rest of the DA fighting the death eaters with felix felicis whilst Harry is up the astronomy tower with Dumbledore
  • Holding Hermione at Dumbledore’s funeral ???? Honestly that’s all I need in life

Deathly Hallows

  • Giving Harry the how to charm witches book and actively trying to start a relationship with Hermione
  • Comforting Hermione when she’s upset and not being awkward about it !!!! Character development (I’m seeing a parallel to the head pat in PoA, anyone else?)
  • Standing up to the Minister of Magic at the age of seventeen like. Honestly Ron Weasley is such a badass I love him
  • Literally giving up a life of comfort and security to go and live as a fugitive in order to help Harry
  • Pushing Hermione the fuck out of the way when they’re found by Death Eaters near Charlesbury !!! Like, this boy is so brave and self-sacrificing I’m going to cry
  • Falling asleep holding hands with Hermione @ Grimmauld place
  • The severity of his splinching after the ministry debacle
  • The very real concern for his sister and Harry + Hermione’s apparent apathy that triggers the fight between him and Harry, not some motive entirely brought about by jealousy as the movies suggest
  • Okay, not Ron, but the movies really didn’t capture just how unable Harry and Hermione became without him. They didn’t talk to each other, they didn’t communicate in any way for like 95% of his absence. They were literally unable to function without him I’m so sad.
  • Saving Harry’s life and, importantly, the conversation they had afterwards where Harry reassured him that his insecurities were unfounded. And the hug. Where was my hug,Yates? Where was it?
  • Ron once again assuming his role as the heart of the trio; making Harry laugh, keeping the spirits up, getting them to function again.
  • Malfoy Manor. Just. Malfoy Manor. “NO YOU CAN HAVE ME, TAKE ME!” “HERMIONE! HERMIONE!” Literally being so distressed and worried for Hermione that he OFFERED UP HIS OWN LIFE FOR HERS AND LOST THE ABILITY TO THINK RATIONALLY. CAn we just. 
  • Even despite the mental anguish he’s going through, Ron still manages to come up with a solution for where Dobby should take them
  • Again, despite everything that’s happening around him, Ron does a near perfect imitation of Wormtail’s voice
  • Disarming Bellatrix fucking Lestrange
  • Managing to successfully apparate for the first time ever in a very high pressure situation in order to get Hermione to safety
  • Taking his shoes and socks off to lay on Dobby’s grave
  • Going back to Hogwarts and the reunion with the rest of his family; including Percy, which I really missed from the books
  • Literally like everything that happened during the battle of Hogwarts but especially:
  • “We’ve forgotten someone!” “Who?” “The house elves!” Like, guys, this is such a significant moment for his character and I understand completely why Hermione chooses this moment to kiss him 
  • How wrecked he was after Fred’s death. Like, in the books Ron is actually there to witness it. He sees his brother die. I am Not okay.
  • Hermione having to physically restrain him because he wants to go and get revenge for Fred
  • Ron punching Draco in his slimy little face “And that’s the second time we’ve saved your life tonight you two-faced bastard!”
  • Offering to be the one to go to the shrieking shack ?? ALone ?? He says something like ‘Harry you can’t go un case they see you, wait here with Hermione, and I’ll take the cloak and-” when they all know it could be a suicide mission. I’m.
  • Taking out Fenrir Greyback with Neville
  • Being the first to reach Harry after he defeated Voldemort, along with Hermione
  • Just the part where the trio go to Dumbledore’s office because I just. That’s such a nice and well rounded ending I’m going to cry
  • In the epilogue, practically everything about Ron is great but especially: “Don’t worry, it’s me, I’m famous”

In Conclusion

  • I love Ron Weasley so much
  • The films do not do him justice

- Admin Kat

(Feel free to reblog this with anything I’ve missed!)

The telltale Marauder’s Map

Imagine Harry dragging the Marauder’s Map everywhere with him, just so he can keep an eye on Malfoy at all times. (Yeah okay, you don’t really have to imagine this part, because it happened.) Ron and Hermione are so fed up with him, because Harry is so absorbed in his map, they can’t even have a normal conversation with him.

The only time Harry isn’t staring at the map, is when his eyes are fixed on the actual Malfoy, walking past him. Hermione jumps at the chance and grabs the map. She’s not planning on hiding it or anything. She knows all too well she would never get away with it. Harry would probably even threaten to hex her if she didn’t give it back. She instead doodles something on it and grins, when the little heart she made around Malfoy’s dot sticks and moves along with it.

As soon as Malfoy is out of sight, Harry’s gaze wanders back to the map.

“Guys, I really think he’s up to- What is that?” Harry exclaims. Ron looks over his shoulder and snickers.

“Well, I think Hermione nailed it, mate.”

After that, Harry blushes every time he looks at the map. He’s so flustered, he doesn’t even realize the heart-framed dot is approaching him rapidly, even though he’s staring at it.

“What is it with you lately, Potter?” Malfoy drawls, startling Harry. He’s standing right in front of him and Harry is so surprised, he’s too slow to react when Malfoy grabs the Marauder’s Map out of his fingers. “Are you turning into a bookworm? Wherever you go, your nose is always buried in… some… parchment…”

Malfoy frowns as he looks at the map.

“What is this?”

Harry doesn’t answer. He’s beginning to sweat and his heart is beating rapidly.

“Give it back, Malfoy,” he grumbles and snatches it from him.

But judging from Malfoy’s incredulous look, he already saw… it. Bloody hell! Why did Hermione have to do that?

“Dear Merlin, what are you, Potter, five?” Malfoy sneers. But it hasn’t escaped Harry that his cheeks have turned pink and his voice is a bit shaky.

“Would you rather I kissed your dot goodnight before I go to sleep?” Harry counters. But… wait…

Malfoy opens his mouth, but doesn’t say anything. He just stares at Harry.

“Wow, um… I really don’t know why I said that,” Harry murmurs sheepishly.

“Do you do that?” Malfoy asks in a high-pitched voice.

“No?” Harry doesn’t know why his answer sounds like a question, because it’s the truth. He has never done that, nor would he ever do it.

Okay, so he stared at the heart-framed dot, wondering if Hermione might actually be on to something. Maybe he even imagined what Malfoy’s hair would feel like if he ran his hands through it, what Malfoy would do if Harry pushed him against a wall, what his lips would feel like on Harry’s, what sounds he would make while Harry sucked on his neck…

They stare at each other some more until a sound at the end of the corridor startles them. Malfoy looks over his shoulder and when his eyes land on Harry again, his expression is determined. He grabs Harry’s arm and drags him into the next broom closet.

Originally posted by nerdreamer

Who You Belong To

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, oral sex, jealous Draco

Tags: @xx-thefandomssavedme-xx, @capsbuchanan, @justareader, @jarnesbrnes, @bovaria, @buckys-shield

Summary: Draco and you go to the ball but not together, but you do leave together.

A/N: Gryffindor reader because that’s how it needs to be to let this story work out.

Originally posted by harley-quinn

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anonymous asked:

Could you maybe show us an evolution of your drawings? (Even before this blog?) I love the fact that you are self-taught. I'm not good at drawing but I would love to give it a go, but I would appreciate some motivation by seeing your evolution (if you don't mind)? Big fan! x

Well, basically all digital art that I’ve drawn is posted on this blog, or at least on my dA account :) Although I did delete a few! So I guess I can bring them back… *cringe*

Okay so… In 2015 I got really into Harry Potter and was inspired by all those fanartists, so I tried drawing some stuff of my own. I didn’t have a tablet yet, I was just trying the waters, seeing if digital art is even something I’d be interested in. Here are Hermione and Draco’s portraits I did in mid-November 2015 (I think I was drawing with my mouse, or I might have been using a touch pen on my Asus laptop that has a touch screen, but it’s very tough to work with, not like a tablet at all, no pressure sensitivity, no precision)

Ugh the cringe…. :D

I mean if you scroll to the very bottom of my dA page you’ll find more stuff like this, if you’re interested.
But yeah, those portraits are pretty much the first digital drawings I’ve done.

Continuing with portraits, 4 months later (mid-March 2016) I did Hermione and Draco again, this time already using my graphic tablet and also using references:

Already much better! Yet, to me, still cringy :D I haven’t yet redrawin these portraits (I am planning to), but if we look at my newest portraits (from Ravenclaw set since that one’s the latest, it was completed in February 2017 which is almost a year later from the previous ones), you can see that I have improved a lot too!

They look so much cleaner, every brushstroke has much more purpose, there’s more symmetry and logic and all those things. I like how my portraits changed, not sure how others feel :)

The biggest change in my art was me starting to use references. It helps so much with getting proportions and perspective and body movements right.
And then it was just all about continuing to learn and polishing my style through practice and frequent drawing :) As I did more and more portraits, it sort of felt as though I’ve always been doing them the same way, as though my portraits look the same and no progress is done, but as you can see, during one year, the way I draw changed, or rather got a bit better and precise, so while it didn’t feel as though I’m improving as I’m drawing, when looking back, the progress is visible.

So just take your time :) Miracles won’t happen in a short period of time, especially if you don’t draw at least a couple of times a week (last year in spring-summer I drew like 5-12 drawings a week, so that totally made a difference). You will improve, I promise, but looking at other artists’ art, trying to figure out how they did it, trying out different tools, and learning from references will surely speed up the process of making progress. So yeah, I hope this helps a little :) Sorry I only showed portraits here, I just thought they’re good to show art evolution with since I drew so many of them. Good luck mate! <3

Opinionated Riverdale Highlights

Episode 11:

•Who else wanted to slap Cole/Jughead with the whole “slit your wrists in a good way” thing? Like boy why did you agree to say that?

•Alice my queen, why you gotta do FP like that? Also who called you in the restroom?

•Betty I know your mom can be a bitch, but you better start showing some damn respect for the women.

•Veronica I think you need to know the definition of friendship.

•Archie my boy, stay away from relationships you really need to take time for yourself after all you’ve been through.

•Jughead my oblivious lil bean your dads kinda involved and wants to flee, he loves you tho.

•Joavin? Yeah it was hard to remember a moment since they weren’t really granted one, way to go there writers.

•Josie and the Pussycats who? Oh they sang a song to “fulfill” some of they’re Screentime.

•Hermione needs to swim to surface she’s too deep in denial.

•FP you’re being framed my man. (okay I kinda think maybe Joaquin rated him out so he can live happily ever after with Kevin).

•Sheriff is that really how you search? That’s terrible, a search warrant doesn’t require you to fuck up somebody’s property unless you have already found something beforehand and you got nothing but a call you lousy cop.

•I get the arrest I do. But really just for a gun? Like our constitutional right to bear arms in our own property??

•Polly my dear why the hell would you drink something given to you by the Blossoms it’s like you’re asking for death.

•Someone get Cheryl a therapist pronto.

•Hades called, he wants the Blossoms back.

•And omg who knew The Blossoms were such Beauty & The Beast fans with the whole East/West wing don’t cross thing.

•And omg Clifford wears wig what a loser, did you see how offended he got when Polly caught him?

•Hal I hate your guts and hope you choke on that peach pie.

•Mary why you gotta do Fred like that,
I get it your a mom, but seriously where have you been for Archie all this time to make such requests.

•FP & Fred should run away together.

•Also Reggie is nonexistent in Riverdale at the moment. (I don’t wanna hear any of the Ross was busy bs).

•A Homecoming dance that only includes certain characters even though Jughead specifically narrated that ‘everyone’ shows up.

•Oh and RAS i know a couple fic writers who would have written this better. Boom! *mic drop*

***Feel free to add on***

Guided by Starlight.

// Draco x Gryffindor!reader.

Requested: No.

Summary: Y/n is in the house of Gryffindor. She’s been acting differently recently, trying to look for someone to help her, although none of her closest friends (Hermione, Ron and Harry) seem to notice. Rating: Mid-Fluff, for language.

Warnings: Language.

A/n: It’s been a while since I’ve read the books, (I’m working on reading them now) So I’m sorry if it’s inaccurate in some places. Also, this is my first Harry Potter Imagine. Please leave feedback, I’d love to get some! I hope you guys like this, as I’m planning on it continuing into a series.

Title: Guided by Starlight | Part One. //


You walk through the halls, keeping your head down as you make your way through the halls.  It isn’t that your scared or shy, or that you didn’t want anyone to notice you either. No, in fact it was quite the opposite. You wanted someone to notice you. Walking with your body drawn into itself, your eyes constantly cast on the floor. You had hoped your sudden change in behavior would be enough to grab the attention of one of your friends, but not even Hermione seemed to notice. It was about midday; all the classes of the day had been over long ago. Classes had ended early as a Quidditch game was taking place. Currently everyone was at the match, with the exception of you.

As you make your way out the door and into the yard, your heart seems to sink even more. I wasn’t clear what had been causing this, but a cloud of melancholy had settled over you in the past week. You sit underneath a tree, laying back against its trunk and staring up at the blue sky. Yu pick up your wand and fiddle with it for a bit before plucking a daisy from the ground and placing it in front of you.

“Wingardium leviosa.” You murmur, slowly lifting the flower up. However, your concentration is broken quite quickly when a parade of Gryffindors run towards you; Harry at the front, followed by Ron and Hermione.

“Y/n! There you are, we’ve been looking everywhere for you!” You sigh and stand up, dropping your books into your bag and slinging it over your shoulder.

“Oh really?” You ask, raising your eyebrows. Hermione shoots you a puzzled look but before she can say anything Ron nods enthusiastically.

“Yep! Oh, and guess what?”


“Gryffindor won the Quidditch game. All thanks to Harry,” he pats his friends shoulder, and the other house mates cheer.  Harry scratches his head and shrugs.

I didn’t do much, actually…it was really a team effort.”

“Oh, don’t be so bloody modest!” Everyone’s cheeriness seems to die down instantly as Draco walks into view.

Potter,” he hisses, glancing at you briefly. “Talking to your girlfriend, are you?”

“She’s not my girlfriend, Malfoy. What do you want?” Harry’s voice has the same amount of venom as Draco’s, and you realize this is only going to turn into a fight.

“It’s not worth it, Harry.” You murmur, casting a stern look at Draco. You meet Harry’s gaze shortly after. Harry sighs, not looking at Draco as a laugh escapes his lips.

“She’s right, Harry.” Hermione chimes in, glancing over at you. “C’mon y/n, we were about to go to the dining hall.” At this point your classmates have started to walk off, and Draco seems to have become uninterested with Harry. Although he was still nearby, he didn’t seem to be looking for trouble anymore. You shake your head as you give a rather forced smile to your friends.

“I don’t really feel like eating,” you mutter, trying to keep our voice low so that only Hermione can hear. Out of the corner of your eyes you see Draco glance over slightly. “I don’t feel well, I think I’m going to study a bit more and then head up to the common room.” Hermione reaches out and places her hand on your arm.

“Are you sure?”

“Oh, come on Hermione, let’s just go. Ron says, bouncing impatiently as he grabs Harry’s arm and begins to drag him away Hermione turns and then glances back at you.

“Are you going to be okay?”

“Yeah. I think I’m just stressing about the Herbology final.” Hermione’s face lights up slightly.

“Oh, well don’t be worried. You’ll be fine.” With that she turns away and jogs slightly to catch up with Ron and Harry. You wait until they’ve walked through the doors to rush in the opposite direction, too busy trying to keep tears from springing to your eyes to notice Draco still staring at you.


You don’t know quite how long you’ve been laying under the tree, staring up at the sky. All you know is the stars have slowly begun to come out, littering the dark night sky like little specks of paint. Your heart thumps softly in your chest as you inhale deeply, enjoying the scent of the soft dew on the grass; mixing with the cool, crisp night air. Slowly and subtly, an unfamiliar scent wafts towards you, flooding your senses. You sit up slowly and squint, looking around in an attempt to identify where the scent is coming from. You can hear the faint but sure sounds of footsteps and your heart plummets into your stomach.

“He-hello?” You whisper, trying to identify who the footsteps belonged to. If it was a teacher, you were sure you were about to be in a lot of trouble. It was surely past lights-out. It was one thing to be caught in the school after curfew, but to be outside-

A loud crack startles you and you reach for your wand. “Lumos,” you whisper. The tip of your wand bursts with light, temporarily blinding you as your eyes adjust to the brightness. You look up from your spot on the ground.

“M-malfoy?” You curse yourself for the nerves in your voice. He looks down at you, his chest heaving heavily a she breathes loudly. He plops down on the ground next to you, laying against the tree as a look of mild disgust mates his features.

“The grass is wet, why is it wet? And please, put out that bloody light, be quieter, unless you want to get caught.” You blush fiercely and whisper under your breath:

“Nox.” The light goes out, leaving your eyes to once again adjust to the dark. You gingerly lean against the tree, highly away of his arm brushing up against yours. “What are you doing here Malfoy?”

“I know about your family, y/l/n.” He breaths, picking at the grass. “I know…” His voice trails off as he adverts his attention to the sky.

“How in the bloody hell do you know?” You hiss, drawing your arm closer to yourself.

“I heard my father talking about it,” he replies, finally glancing over at you. “My father knows your mum. They were friends back when he was a student here.” Draco pauses, as if he’s not sure he should go on.

“So?” You coax, turning your full attention to him.

“Well, he brought it up and my mum, she…” He pauses again, furrowing his eyebrows. “She said…” A sigh slips past his lips and he turns his gaze to you again. “Is it true?” He asks.

“Is what true?”

“Are they really,” he shifts, as if the conversation is making him uncomfortable. “Your father, that is. Is he really…” Draco sighs again and covers his face with his hands. “Is he leaving?”

Your eyes widen suddenly. There it was. Someone, someone had noticed. “I-well, why would you want to know?” You hiss angrily, narrowing your eyes at him. He drops his hands to his side as his eyes instantly go aflame.

“Don’t.” He growls, reaching out and grabbing your hand.

“We used to be friends- used to. When we were like, eight.” You glare at him slightly. “I’d like to remind you that you were the one who was too good to be seen around me. I didn’t get into Slytherin, you did. I wasn’t good enough to be your fri-”

“Stop saying that!” Draco shouts, his voice echoing in the night. “It’s not- I didn’t-…” He closes his eyes and returns his attention to the stars. “I was stupid,” he mumbles. “The both of us- we were Purebloods. Your family…my family…we came from Slytherins…” He swallows thickly. “We were together. You and I, we were close. Because of our families, we were close…I thought…” He shakes his head, abandoning his thought. “Is that what you want to hear?” He asks, his voice barely audible. When you don’t answer, a soft whimper sounds in the back of his throat. “I’ve known for a while something was wrong with you. You didn’t seem as happy. You weren’t you. You should know that none of what’s happening is your fault, y/l/n.”

Your mind seems to shut down at the words that you hear. You close your eyes.

“But…it is my fault. You may know what’s going on- but you don’t know why.” Draco stares at you as you clench your hand around a clump of grass, ripping most of it from the ground. He reaches out slowly and carefully, watching for your reaction as he puts his arm around you. You collapse forward, burying your face in his chest as you shake with silent sobs. “H-he’s leaving, because of me. He wanted to leave right when I got into Hogwarts- because I wasn’t a Slytherin. He wants to leave because I let him down!”

“Then why didn’t he leave earlier?” Draco asks softly, his hand moving up and down your back in a soothing manner.

“I-I don’t know…” You mumble. He sighs, pulling you closer to him and shifting so he sits leaning against the middle of the tree’s base.

“It sounds to me like your father is looking for someone to blame.” He whispers. “Otherwise he would’ve left right when you were sorted- right? Even so, it doesn’t matter. If that bloody git is going to leave because of the house you’re sorted into, he doesn’t deserve your mum and you.” You pull back slightly, wiping your eyes as you stare up at him.


“Please…call me Draco, y/l/n.”

“Only if you call me y/n.” You joke half-heartedly. He stares at you for a few seconds, his expression blank. Then, out of nowhere, his face breaks out into a smile; his eyes twinkle, and he laughs softly. You can feel his laugh vibrating through his chest as you pull away, leaning back against the tree. Although Draco’s arm is no longer around you, he stays close to you.

“The stars sure are beautiful.” You murmur, staring up at the twinkling sky. Draco smiles softly and nods, although he isn’t looking at the sky.

His gaze is fixed on you as he whispers,

“Something so bright can guide you out of the darkness.”

Okay, let’s start with how extremely adorable Jughead is. Like, he cares so much about the drive-in and as we found out, the place was literally his home. Like, someone protect my son please. And he tried so hard to save it, talking to the mayor, talking to Fred and handing out flyers and stuff. Forget Archie and that love triangle, this is the important story here.

Speaking of Fred and Archie, look how nice Fred was to that fucking pedophile. Like, he was complimenting her, inviting her to dinner and being such a great guy and that bitch is just sleeping with his son. Ugh. I hate her. 

Betty keeping a diary is so cliche™ but I love it lmao. 

I AM SO HERE FOR BETTY, RONNIE AND JUGHEAD HANGING OUT. Kevin’s okay too, I guess. Still haven’t decided if I like him or not. I mean, he’s funny and all but idk he just feels way too stereotypical and I’m still most certainly not over the biphobia. But maybe he isn’t really biphobic and that was a one time thing bc how else would Betty and Veronica, who are both obviously bisexual still be friends with him? Idk man. 

Cheryl, I love you for being a bitch but damn you just got your ass handed to you by Hermione Lodge, who is just as much of a goddess as her daughter. 

Betty calling out Archie on his shit 👏 👏👏

but like she was so…good about it?? Like she got her point across but didn’t immediately threaten to tell and stuff. And, Archie, honey, how could Ronnie even back you up? Firstly, what you’re doing ain’t cool and secondly, that’s her girlfriend you’re arguing with so ??? 


Where can I sign a petition to get rid of Alice Cooper? 


Betty questioning Grotesque Garbage is   👌 👌 👌 she was really good at that too honestly I just really love Betty Cooper man. 


“I don’t think of my students that way” lmao bitch stop lying

Jughead being a rebel with a cause is my aesthetic. And awww, he’s talking about himself and his family for once. This boy must be protected at all costs.. 

Archie, wtf are you trying to do, telling Betty to stay out of it? She’s literally doing what’s best for you like smh man shut up. 

BETTY AND VERONICA BEING DETECTIVE GIRLFRIENDS IS MY JAM. Like, seriously, they have so much chemistry like just let Bernoica happen man. It’s literally already canon. 

I would sell my soul to Satan and sell my body on the black market to make Beronica canon. 

I’m fully aware I’m being queerbaited but Betty and Ronnie are just. so. goddamn. cute. 

‘Jennifer Gibson’. THAT BITCH.

She has a gun in the car. THAT FUCKING BITCH. SHE’S THE KILLER!!!11!

Alice, wtf is wrong with you. Fred is a chill parent. He isn’t going to tell his son to stop talking to his best friend just ‘cause you’re a psycho who wants to control her daughter.

Okay, but like I really love Hermione and Veronica’s relationship it’s so good and–WAIT A SEC THEY’RE BUYING THE DRIVE-IN. Why must you crush Jughead’s happiness?  I TRUSTED YOUR HERMIONE.

Omg Alice saw the gun oops shit shit shit (betty what were you thinking hiding it in your fucking drawer smh girl). Wow, Alice just hit a new low. It’s not cool to read your daughter’s diary 

I would have felt bad after learning about Grundy’s backstory but my obvious hate for prevented that from happening thank god. 


Let’s talk about the drive-in.

Poor Juggie god I feel so bad for him Archie where are you your boyfriend needs you


Veronica Lodge is like fine wine. She gets better and better the longer she exists. 

I kinda sorta weirdly like the Veronica-Cheryl-Kevin squad?? They can be the ‘burn you to a crisp’ squad.

Ooh, Kevin’s got a new hottie. Also, did I mention I really love Kevin’s dad? He’s so nice.

YAS KEVIN GET SOME (My feelings are so conflicted like I want to support Kevin because he’s the only important, openly LGBTQ+ character on the show so far but like, something’s just off about him) 

Archie, please never speak to Grun–OH. HE’S LEAVING HER. YES ARCHIE YES YES YES–OH WAIT. OH NO. 


Alice why tf do you have to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong? 

Man, I feel bad for Fred. 

Archie, don’t defend that woman, please. She deserves it. 

Such drama much intense very wow. 

Oh no. My bby Betty is crying FUCK YOU ALICE. 

Okay, I know there’s probably some people sad about Grundy after her backstory but we got nothing but good stuff immediately after she left? 

Fred and Archie having a moment 👌 👌 👌 (I mean, I feel bad that Archie cried and that he was upset but it had to be done) 

Betty finally standing up to her asshole of a mother  👌 👌 👌 (I still kind of think that Betty is actually Polly but idk) 

A cute scene between Betty and Archie  👌 👌 👌

The scene where Veronica confronts her mom was certainly…something.


Grundy is like a bag of opened chips. She gets worse the longer she exists. Archie, you could not have been more wrong when you said she wasn’t a child predator. I already feel bad for that poor new kid victim of hers. 

On the whole, this was a really, really good episode. I give it a 9 out of 10, but that’s because my queen Josie wasn’t in it and there was not enough Jughead and Archie and there was way too much Archie and Grundy interaction but hey, at least she’s gone now. 

God, I’m literally crying over Jughead. The picture with him and his sister (who tf named them Jughead and Jellybean tho) was so adorable and so sad. My poor child. 



Also, I would just like to add, Betty is the best friend anyone could ever have and she needs to be appreciated more. 

So, what do you guys think? What do you agree and disagree with me on? Let’s talk! Reblog this while adding your notes or send in an ask (PLEASE SEND ME ASKS) or send me a message or something and I will see y’all next week.

Hermione wearing a wedding dress she can't wear on the wedding day for some reason
  • <p> <b>Draco:</b> Come out there, love.<p/><b>Hermione:</b> [from inside the room] No, I can't. I'm wearing a wedding dress.<p/><b>Draco:</b> Great! You found <i> the </i> dress?<p/><b>Hermione:</b> Yes, but I have to return it.<p/><b>Draco:</b> Well why can't I see it?<p/><b>Hermione:</b> I guess you can see it. But you can't like it, understand?<p/><b>Draco:</b> [chuckles] Okay, I promise I'll hate it.<p/><b>Hermione:</b> [comes out the room] [smiles] Hi...<p/><b>Draco:</b> Wow. You look hideous.<p/><b>Hermione:</b> [giggles] Really?<p/><b>Draco:</b> Yeah, that's like the most ugliest dress I've ever seen. That dress is just terrible, it makes me want to just rip it off of you.<p/></p>

I love the dramione world, because it’s so creative. Like its completely non-canon, so you can do anything. And there are all these things that everyone just accepts within the dramione universe. Like, Crabbe and Goyle basically don’t exist even though they were there all the time. Blaise and Theo are Draco’s best friends even though in the books they had like, maybe a page between them. I absolutely LOVE it. Ginny thinks theyre cute, and that Draco’s super hot. Harry’s eventually kind of okay with it, but Ron never really comes around. Theo’s probably gay. Pansy loves muggle fashion magazines. Blaise and Luna 4eva. Daphne’s super sassy and pretty chill. The fandom has developed this whole universe surrounding Hermione and Draco. Amazing.

Study Like “The Brightest Witch of Her Age”

If you’re a potterhead you must be familiar with this brilliant witch. Yep! Hermione Jean Granger! 

Known as “The brightest witch of her age”Hermione always on the top of her class. She even brewed a difficult potion in the second year, solved Prof. Snape’s riddle, and the coolest of all, punch Draco Malfoy on the face! (Sorry, I just can’t help it) 

In this article, I would like to share how we could be “The Brightest Student in The Class” just like Hermione. Okay, let’s start!

1. Prepare yourself before school

Well, back to the first time The Golden Trio meet at Hogwarts Express, Hermione confidently said that she already read all her books and practice some spells. Preparing yourself before school is really important. You will be step ahead from your friends. Take your books a week before the school start and take a look at chapters you will learn during semester. I always do that before I start school. I usually read the first chapter from each subjects that I will learn that semester and make a summary from what I read. It help you, really. Especially when you have 14 subjects that you have to take at school *huft*

2. Pay attention to your teacher

If Hermione didn’t pay attention to Herbology, Ron would be dead because of devil’s snare.If she didn’t pay attention to Prof. Flitwick, We wouldn’t see her make a feather fly. Pay attention to your teacher! You may find some information that you can’t get in your textbook but it come out during the exams. I have this kind of teacher, so whenever she say something important, I always write it down. And that’s why the next step would be…

3. Take a note!

Yes! Remember although some of the class are really boring, it won’t kill you if you take a note. And beside, taking a note make you stay awake during class. During Prof. Binns class, Harry and Ron started to play Hangman but Hermione keep writing down on her book, and when the exams start, the boys have to borrow Hermione’s note. See?You never know when you gonna need it.  It doesn’t have to be clean and neat at the time, just write it as long as you understand what you have written. Then at home, you could take out your note and write it all over again. 

4. Don’t hesitate to ask

Hermione asks when she wanted to know more about Chambers of Secrets. She even arguing with Umbridge because of that-kindergarten-DADA-Textbook. By asking and think critically we could understand what we learn better. You don’t have to shy, just ask your teacher, they won’t eat you anyway. I found this phrase that say “Just ask; you may look stupid for 10 seconds but better than look stupid for your whole life” and I agree with that. 

5. Speak it out

Don’t hesitate to answer the question or aguing some facts with your friends or teacher during discussion. It helps you in many way. Especially in critical thinking, elaborate argument, speaking, and etc. And the bonus is, some teacher will pay attention to you and watch your back in the class and may give you some points in the end! Ten points to Gryffindor!

6. Practice, practice, practice!

Yep! Your knowledge have no value if you haven’t practicing. In the fifth year, Harry, Ron and Hermione along with DA members practicing their skills in Defense Against the Dark Arts. The results? an happy O.W.L report card! You don’t have to push yourself so hard. Just like them, start from small step. For example, you could practice math by anwering five question everyday. and after a week, you could adding to 10 questions/day. No need to study overnight for exams and you don’t have to be startled if your teacher suddenly said “Okay! Today we are going to have a quiz” because you always ready!

7. Reading

It’s hardly to miss during this series, but we always see Hermione with books, even when they’re on the run! That’s why Ron said this, “That’s Hermione, when in doubt, go to the library” Reading makes you smarter and I think everyone agree with this. Your memory will improve, more knowledge, vocabulary expansion and many others. What I mean with reading in this is NOT reading your textbooks. Reading your textbooks is a good thing, but better to touch books outside your textbooks. If you’re not a reading person, you could start by picking some classic children fairytale or magazines. If you’re into reading already, I dare you to try genres that 180degrees different from your shelf now. I’m going to give you links to reading list that I suggest you to try in another post. 

8. Enjoy it

Last but not least is to enjoy the process of studying itself. Hermione could survive her third year because she considering studying as a fun activities. She even take Muggle studies and still get excited about it! My online tutor said “The highest achievement of studying is when you found yourself enjoy it” Because when you enjoy it, you could understand it better and take you to the highest level of knowledge. 

Ps: Feedback welcome! :)

Okay but how cute would it have been if hermione married Viktor krum???

Like all I’m imagining is viktor and hermione getting coffee and hermione is going on about something she’s read and viktor is just all ears and smiling at her. Later that day they meet at home and viktor went and researched it purely because he loves her and she’s excited about it.

I just imagine viktor being the BEST cheerleader for hermione and she takes him on adventures and challenges him.

Like that drawing of hades and Persephone “kick voldemorts ass baby! I’ve got your books!”


summary: in which fred gains the extraordinary opportunity to attend his own burial with the company of the grim reaper herself.

a/n: i’m trash for this idea so i made a part two and i might also do a part three so bYE



      She was standing at the far back of the area, where no one would see her, where no one would wonder why she was there. The girl was still wearing the same outfit she had worn the first time she saw the Weasleys — a black dress, a black coat, but the only missing was the fedora hat which was the piece of clothing she only wore when she worked as the Grim Reaper.

      “I still can’t believe the Boss let you come with me.” said Y/N as she crossed her arms, white gloves covering her delicate hands while she glances beside her where the ghost of Fred Weasley was standing. “I mean, He does it a lot whenever someone dies so young and heroic, but I was under the impression you weren’t going to accept His offer and attend your own burial.”

      Fred looked back at her. “Well, clearly you don’t know me enough.”

      “And after being so dramatic on that day — it’s all put into waste.” sighed Y/N in what seemed like a teasing manner.

      “They still can’t see me, can’t they?” asked Fred just as a few people began to walk away, the ones who only went for the sake of condolence and not because they really knew who Fred was.

      Y/N shook her head, “No, you’re still what we call a pending soul.” she flickered her attention back to the place where the said Weasleys and some close friends were the only people left. “Should we go or would you like to wait until it’s only your family there?”

      He took a deep breath. “Let’s just go ahead and see.”

      “If you say so.”

      The two of them began to march in a fairly fast pace forward, Y/N unaware that Fred was slightly hyperventilating because of anxiety. He didn’t know why he was so anxious or why he was still capable of feeling as if his heart was going to leap out of his chest when it was clear that he was no longer alive. He clenched and unclenched his hands in attempt to calm his nerves.

       It was Fleur who first saw Y/N walk towards the graveyard, and upon seeing her, she gently tugged on Bill’s arm to make him look. He decided to approach the strange girl who stopped half-way to let him do what he wanted, his eyebrows furrowed because he has never seen her before nor was even sure if she was included in his brother’s peers.

      “Good Afternoon, Mr Bill Weasley.” began Y/N in a very polite and formal manner. “How are you and your family?”

       Fred nudged her quite hardly. “You really are bad at small talk. You shouldn’t have started it that way like you did with me.”

       She ignored him since she was the only person who could see and hear his presence.

       "Getting Better.“ answered Bill in an equally polite way. “Er — if I may ask, who are you and are you a friend of Fred’s?”

       Y/N smiled lightly. “To be honest, it is better if you do not know. But regarding your second inquiry, you could say that I am a friend of his.”

      Bill cocked an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

      “Can I speak to you and to those who are important to Fred?” asked Y/N, looking around. “Namely, you, Charlie, Percy, George, Ron, Ginny, your parents, and if you’d like, even Hermione Granger and Harry Potter.”

      “H-How did you know our names?” Bill was mystified.

      “Through Fred, of course.” She smiled.

      “Okay then,” he eyed her suspiciously, “why don’t you just wait here?” said Bill but he didn’t bother to wait for her answer for he was already walking away.

      “You’re creeping him out.” said Fred once he was out of earshot, as if Bill could hear him even if he was still with them. “Was it really necessary to say each of their names like you’re some kind of collector —”

      “I am a collector.” smirked Y/N and it was one of the rare times he ever seen her out of character. She was usually stuck in her poker face and serious attitude. “And please, can you just shut up? They’ll think I’m more of a nutcase if they see me talking to no one.”

      Fred fake pouted. “But you’re not talking to no one.”

      “They don’t know that, Fred.”

      “Fred?” repeated someone behind her.

       It was George Weasley with the same red hair, same brown eyes, same features, even had the same voice. His forehead was wrinkled and he seemed to have heard the conversation without his twin brother’s voice, apparently making Y/N’s guess true that they’ll think of her as a nutter for talking to nobody.

      When she didn’t answer, he spoke again. “Who were you talking to?”

     She noticed that his eyes were searching for someone he couldn’t see.

     "George Weasley, isn’t it?“ Y/N changed the subject. “Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.”

      Fred turned to her, “Don’t you have a last name or something?”

      She ignored him like earlier.

      “Do you know Fred?” George asked, forehead still wrinkled and confusion evident on his voice.

      “I do.” smiled Y/N. “I’m actually here to deliver a message.”

      “Deliver a message?” said George, pressing his lips together into a thin line. “Look, stranger — as you can see, my twin brother is dead. He can’t be delivering a message through you or something and you can’t say he told you this before he died because I don’t know you nor would he do something like this and not tell me.”

      “Very clever, Georgie.” mused Fred.

      Y/N raised her eyebrows. “He says you’re very clever, George.”

      George’s expression softened. “He’s — He’s with us right now, is he?”

      Before she could answer, Bill tapped her shoulder which caused her to turn around once again and face the Weasley Family with the addition of Hermione and Harry. They were all staring at her expectantly as if they’ve been waiting for her arrival.

      “Good luck, Grim.” chuckled Fred.

      Y/N, hearing what he just called her, suddenly laughed. She quickly covered her mouth and muttered an apology, clearing her throat while they shared a look with one another. Though George was staring at her intently, his eyes flickering from her face to the empty space beside her.

     "Why don’t we all take a seat?“ suggested Y/N when she was done composing herself, subtly sending a glare to Fred’s direction.

      They nodded and took the vacant chairs that were used before the burial began. Now, it was only them at the graveyard, the people who were there before had gone home as well now that the ceremony was finished.

      "Hello there, everyone.” She smiled.

      Molly frowned. “Not to be rude or anything, dear, but what is exactly your purpose here? As you can see, we still have a lot of cleaning up to do after this and —”

      “Your son wants me to tell you not to be sad over his death.” Y/N cut in gently.

      “Fred?” asked Arthur in confusion.

      “Who else?” George sat down beside Y/N, facing her. “Just get into the chase. You can talk to him and see him, don’t you?”

       "You’re very clever like Fred.“ said Y/N instead. "It took him less than thirty minutes to figure out what exactly was happening.”

       Hermione gasped. “Wait a minute, you could see Fred?”

       "Something like that.“ shrugged Y/N. "The point is, I’m here to tell you that he wishes all of you a happy life. He doesn’t want someone to mourn after him, he doesn’t want people to think of him and only recall sad memories. Fred just wants all of you to be genuinely happy. There’s no other way to put it.”

        Fred sighed when he saw his mum burst into tears yet again and slowly, he stood up and approached her. Molly stopped all of the sudden when she felt a cold embrace, looking at her husband expectantly only to know that it wasn’t him who was doing it.

        “F-Fred?” called Molly with a quivering voice.

        “Tell her I’m here.” said Fred to Y/N.

        Y/N nodded. “Molly, he’s with us right now.”

        George stood up. “Where?”

        “I could feel his arms around me.” sobbed Molly. “A-Arthur, he’s really here.”

        The father of the Weasley clan opened his mouth to speak. “Tell me, who are you really?” He directed the question to the girl who was still sitting calmly on her seat, hands folded on her lap as he watched Fred do little significant actions towards his family.

        After he hugged his mother, he approached his father and gave his shoulder a tight squeeze. He then moved onto Bill, patting his back; then to Charlie, doing the same; to Ron wherein he managed to ruffle his hair — much to Ron’s shock; came to Percy and held onto his shoulder; and went to Ginny and gave her a similar tight embrace. Last but not the least was George who was following Y/N’s gaze and realized that he was the next in line.

        “I’m sorry for leaving you, buddy. Don’t worry, I’ll ask Y/N to visit you once and a while at the shop. W-Would you, Y/N?” asked Fred, tears forming in his eyes, placing two hands on George’s shoulders.

        She nodded and Fred forced a smile to his face, hugging George in which the younger Weasley twin almost fell back at the impact, breathing heavily at the sensation of Fred’s strong and cold hold, goosebumps travelling along his body because of it.

        “How are you feeling?” asked Y/N as she walks along with Fred away from the graveyard, finishing the talk with his family after two solid hours. She was now wearing the fedora hat again that made her invisible among mortals; Fred speechless with his hands inside his pockets.

        “Can I apply as a Grim Reaper?” said Fred abruptly, disregarding her question.

         She snorted. “It doesn’t work that way.”

        “Then how does it work?” He frowned. “I want to be like you so that I can act like I’m alive again. So that they can see me and I can talk to them.”

        Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. “You wouldn’t be able to talk to them even if you were.” She claimed.

        Fred stopped walking and so did she. “What do you mean?”

        “It means you won’t remember them.” answered Y/N. “And souls like you don’t get to be Grim Reapers. You’re pure and you have died a noble death. I’ve heard that the Boss only picks those who have taken their own life or were sinful when they were still living.”

        “Did you take your own life?” questioned Fred silently.

        She looked at his eyes, shrugging. “I don’t know. I can’t really remember.”

        There was something about the way she looked at him that told Fred that she considered being a Grim Reaper as a miserable punishment. From he remembers, she was older than Nearly Headless Nick and if that was true, then that meant that she has been walking around this earth for so long — watching people come and go all the time without herself having the peace she deserved.

        “Where are we going after this?” He broke free from her steady gaze.

        “To the office.” She breathed in.

        “You’ll erase my memories?”

        Y/N’s expression turned sad. “It’s part of the rules so that in your next life, you wouldn’t remember anything.”

        “Have you met me in my past lives?” wondered Fred out loud.

         In fact, she have, every single time he died she was his collector. She has met Fred in every single life he has lived — always dying at the age of 20 — and she doesn’t know why. Maybe they were destined even for a little bit; it was also amusing that even though his name changes, his accent changes, his attitude changes, he stayed the same and always asked her that particular question every time.

        “Yes, and you forget me all the time.” She laughed. “Anyway, let’s get going so that we can get this over with.”

        Fred didn’t object, he just watched her as she starts to do her thing, to move them to one place to another through shadow travelling. But before they can completely vanish, he suddenly leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips, catching Y/N in surprise.

         And that was how in every lifetime, he would forget her; because one innocent kiss from the Grim Reaper was an alternative way to truly forget your memories.


pairing: hermione granger / pansy parkinson
setting: modern, muggle, non-magic AU
word count: 2055
a/n: hi everyone!!! thank you all for being so patient and lovely with me these past ~2 months over the fact that I haven’t produced any content and have been mostly MIA. this fic probably isn’t very original or very good, but calvin harris’s this is what you came for is on our store playlist so i have listened to it a LOT in the past week or so and this idea got lodged in my brain and needed to be written (lol @ me for thinking it was going to be a “short drabble”). for everyone who voted for post-war pansmione, I’m hoping to write something for yall too in the next few days! anyways, please forgive any errors / rustiness on my part, and I’m hoping to have lots more content for you coming up in the next little while! hooray for spring and the recession of my seasonal depression!!!
ps. can you guess any of the background couples??? ;)

“Can’t believe you talked me into this…” Hermione grumbled, tugging down the edges of her far too short golden mini dress and then glancing up to glare at the redhead in front of her. “I’ve told you how I feel about clubs, Gin.”

The redhead shrugged nonchalantly and tossed her long hair over her shoulder. “Hermione,” she began, tone clearly placating. “You know that I love you, yeah? But you have been an absolute wreck for the last few months. I know you were gutted when you and Ron broke up-”

“It was the best thing for both of us,” Hermione managed to interject, though Ginny waved it off with a flick of her wrist.

“And you haven’t done anything fun in ages. And besides, this isn’t really like a normal club anyways.”

Hermione sighed and looked around again, wondering what she’d missed. “Looks pretty normal to me.” Between the pulsing music, flashing lights, and tangle of bodies in the middle of the floor, she still wasn’t sure what she was missing.

Ginny smirked and tugged her hand, pulling Hermione up against the edge of the bar, and then flashed down the handsome bartender with a little wave and a sultry grin. “Look a little closer.”

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anonymous asked:

You are disgusting. Why would you ship DRAMIONE?! He hated her and called her a mudblood. The fact that you ship those two shows you have something seriously wrong wit you! Are you retarded?! If you are that would maybe give you a pass but since you seem to be rather coherent tell me this. Why would you ship Dramione and not Drarry? Draco and Harry were obsessed with each other in both books and film. And Hermione? Only interaction is mudblood slur and punch in the face. Wow. Such romance. -_-

I have been mulling this ask over for about a week now.. I was wondering what it was I was going to say to you, and I think I have finally come to a reaction I feel “okay” about posting. 

It is fine if you don’t ship Dramione. It is fine if you ship drarry. What is NOT fine is you coming onto my page that is very clearly listed as a “Dramione page” and therefore will have Dramione posts on it. How does shipping fictional character make me disgusting? Or I guess I should say, how does me shipping two fictional characters you don’t affect you in any way? I have never said anything mean or hurtful to a Drarry shipper or any other ships that I don’t personally ship. I have stated many times that I understand why someone would ship them, I just don’t. You can even scroll through my blog and I have a few drarry pieces here and there. 

Also, have we been watching/reading different things??? As far as I can recall Draco and Harry never kissed, hugged, or anything romantic in any of the mediums that Harry Potter is. Draco was cruel to Harry as well, not just Hermione. So I feel as though that argument really isn’t as strong as you think it may be.

The main reason I am even responding to this at all is because you felt the need to use the term “retarded”. I am truly hoping you are just too young/immature to understand why that is not okay to use as an insult to someone. I don’t like the term in general, whether used medically or not. So next time you would like to be mean to someone, first think about why you are doing that. Put yourself into their shoes and ask yourself “Why am I doing this?” Second, just don’t do it. Third, think about why you should never use that term against someone. It is hurtful and downright cruel.

I hope you can take something away from this and see that just because I don’t ship something you do doesn’t mean I am intolerant of it, Please fix that issue within yourself. It is unbecoming. 

anonymous asked:

i know that draco was awful but imo no one was worse than ron. he treated hermione like shit for half of HBP, all because she dared kiss another boy in 4th year. that shit killed any sympathy I had for him. also straight up abandoning Harry and Hermione in Deathly Hallows. sure, he was emotional and sure, he came back...but THAT was not nice.

NO. Do you understand me? N.O.

I’m going to be as clear as possible here -  I love Draco Malfoy to death. He’s my favorite character ever and I will defend him tooth and nail. HOWEVER. there is absolutely no way that you can say that Ron was worse than Draco was to Hermione and Harry. Just the idea is completely ludicrious. Draco was a complete and utter shit to the entire golden trio during pretty much the entire time at Hogwarts. and while that doesn’t make him irredeemable, that fact can’t just be glossed over.

and okay, even though Ron had some weak moments that showed realistic flaws in his character, he was a terrific and loyal friend to both Harry and Hermione. you really aren’t cutting this boy any slack here i mean let me just start to list what he’s done for those two

1. He is one of the first people who likes Harry as a person rather than just as a famous person

2. Helps save Hermione from the troll even after their rocky start of a friendship 

3. Sacrificed himself as a chess piece so Harry could go ahead and save the Stone

4. Continuously defends both Harry and Hermione from Snape and one Draco Malfoy

5. Even when he was mad at Harry for a while in Goblet of Fire , Ron still made sure that Harry got the message about the first task 

6. Let Harry practically join his family with open arms and took him out of the Dursleys house to go to the world cup together

7. His boggart is a spider, and he willingly accompanies Harry to see Aragog featuring hundreds of fucking spiders

8. In Prisoner of Azkaban Ron stares up defiantly from his mangled, broken leg and tells Sirius Black (who he thinks is a murderer at the time) that if he wants Harry, he’ll have to get through his friends first

9. When they are captured he screams at Bellatrix to harm him and let Hermione go

10. He put his life and his families life in danger to follow Harry and Hermione on the horcrux hunt 

11. Ron is what binds Harry and Hermione together and he brings out the best in both of them.

(also one of the reasons that Ron left was because he was under the influence of the horcrux which fed off of his insecurities which were both very human and very realistic and not many of us could say we wouldn’t have felt the same. Yeah it was bad of him to leave, but try to be a little understanding of the amount of stress he was going through. AND he came right back and owned up to his mistakes because thats who he was) 

tbh i love Ron Weasley and would kill to have a best friend like him

The Fawn and the Weasel | Drarry

The rich narcissistic blond was seated in an empty classroom in one of the tallest towers of the school, gazing at the sun setting behind the tall trees of the Forbidden forest through a window, his cronies playing a game of Exploding Snap on a desk nearby. The Black Lake gleamed, reflecting light from the lit windows of Hogwarts. Only one thing plagued his mind, and it was none other than a certain messy haired prat with glasses.

Draco couldn’t understand what he was feeling. It was a mixture of emptiness and shame. He longed for something, but couldn’t pinpoint what it was, or rather, he didn’t want to admit what it was.

He didn’t want to acknowledge that he loved the way Harry would ruffle his hair when he was frustrated, or the way his beautiful green eyes would widen when he was confused. No, he didn’t want to acknowledge that he loved the sound of Harry’s laughter and his sarcastic little remarks to everything or the way his face and ears would go red whenever he teased him. He loved Harry, and he hated himself for it.

But would Harry return his feelings? Probably not. If anything, Harry probably hated him. Since the day they got to know each other, Malfoy did nothing but treat him unfairly. Unbeknown to himself, he did it all for the boy’s attention. He only just realized it.

He sighed and ruffled his once neatly gelled back hair and let out a frustrated groan. He wanted to talk to someone, but not just anyone. He wanted to talk to Harry. He wanted to hug him, kiss him, play with his messy hair, and much more. That’s when an idea popped into his head. Once he got up, he hastily dismissed Crabbe and Goyle, who got up to follow him around like two lost puppies and swiftly made his way down a few corridore into the library.

“Oi, Granger!” he uttered strongly, earning annoyed murmurs from a few sixth-year Ravenclaws.

“Malfoy,” She glared, “If you haven’t noticed, we are in a library. Keep it down, please.”

“I need your help.”

“Really,” she raised an eyebrow, “and what could you possibly want from a mudblood? Surely, if you wanted something, you could just ask your father to buy it for you.”

Draco groaned in annoyance. “Alright, alright. I’m sorry I said that, okay?” Hermione huffed and returned to her book.

“Fine, what is it?” Hermione inquired, her eyes not leaving the book.



“Potter,” he repeated quietly, avoiding her eyes, “I l-like Potter.”

First, she looked up at him with her jaw dropped. Next, she beamed, letting out a series of noises similar to a balloon losing air. Draco looked at her oddly, not expecting the sudden contrast in behaviour. She covered her face with her hands and giggled. At this point, everyone in the library had their eyes on the two of them. Draco scowled at them and they immediately looked away.

“Honestly, could you make it any more obvious that something is up?” Draco whispered angrily.

“Sorry, sorry!” She rambled, “This is just-oh, I knew it!”

“Well,” Draco ran a hand through his hair, taking a seat next to her, “what do I do about it?”

Hermione wiggled in her seat, still bubbling. “For how long have you felt this way? Merlin’s pants… you don’t love him, do you?”


“Alright, alright,” She said, finally calming down, “So, are you going to tell him?”

Tell him?” Draco stared at her as if she had gone mad, “But what if he doesn’t feel the same way?”

“But what if he does?” She smiled, “You won’t know until you find out.”

Draco returned to the Slytherin common room, deep in thought. Settled in a comfortable spot near the fireplace, he pondered over whether or not to tell Harry. What would he do if Harry felt the same way? Ask him on a date to Hogsmeade? Sneak into the Gryffindor common room at night to meet up with him?

People would talk, and he didn’t even want to think about what would happen if his parents got to know. What if Harry didn’t feel the same way? What if Harry rejected him after he confessed, or much worse, laughed at him? No, Harry wouldn’t. Harry isn’t like that, right?

That night, Draco couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned as much as he could trying to tire himself out. He even resorted to counting sheep, an old remedy he passed off as a waste of time after his teenage years hit, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Harry. He had to tell him. He would. After that decision was made, sleep finally consumed him. 

Although it was a Sunday and he was quite sleep deprived, he woke up early. As he got out of bed, he thought about his decision once more, ultimately deciding that telling him would be best. He stood in front of the dresser next to his bed and give his reflection in the mirror a small pep talk. 

He walked over to the quiddich ground, where he knew Harry would be practicing. His heart raced in his chest. His face lit and his knees trembled when he spotted Harry, leaning on a tree, his back facing the other. 

“Potter!” He called. When he got closer, he saw what made his eyes widen disbelief and his heart weigh down to his stomach. Potter was standing there in someone’s arms, snobbing her. He tried to pull away when he heard the blond’s voice.

“Cho-” He was pulled in again, “-let go!”

Draco stared back at Harry, tears threatening to fall. As much as he wanted to hold it in, he just couldn’t. He gulped and let them spill. Not wanting to stand the humiliation, he fled from the place. He heard footsteps behind them, which he chose to ignore. 

Of course, Harry Potter wouldn’t feel the same way. What was he thinking? Harry could get any girl he wanted, so there was not much of a chance of him returning Draco’s feelings. Draco cursed himself for his stupidity. Just as he reached the slytherin common room, he heard the sound of Harry’s voice which made him stop dead in his tracks.

“Wait, Malfoy!”

He didn’t turn around. He stood there with his back facing harry, shaking as he sobbed, “What? What is it? Have you come to laugh at me? Well, go ahead.”

“What happened back there, Mal- Draco?” Harry asked him softly.

“Nothing happened,” He choked out angrily. 

“Come with me,” Harry said and pulled Draco by the arm. Draco didn’t bother asking Harry where he was taking him. He simply looked down and followed the brunette. Harry lead him to two big doors which he opened. Once they entered the room, it began changing. The room produced a fireplace and a comfortable couch for two. Harry took Draco’s arm once more and sat him down.

“What is this?” Draco asked, followed by a sniffle.

“Draco,” Harry said, not letting go of Draco’s arm, “Tell me.”

Harry gazed at him intently, with those beautiful green orbs he loved so much. When Draco hesitated, he squeezed his arm lightly. The blond looked down, ashamed, avoiding the other’s eyes.

“I love you,” He said quietly, “But you don’t feel the same. You like that Ravenclaw girl. Harry, you-”

He was cut short by the other’s lips planted on his. The kiss stunned him but he soon melted into it. He ran his hand through Harry’s hair, something he had wanted to do for ages. Harry placed one of his hands on Draco’s chest and used the other to support the boy’s back. Harry traced Draco’s lip with the tip of his tongue, which the other responded to by deepening the kiss. They pulled away a few moments later, red, with goofy smiles planted on their faces.

“I love you, too, you annoying git. Who asked you to take off like that, huh?”

“Heh, sorry. That was bloody stupid of me, wasn’t it?” He stated. Harry nodded and pecked his lips, “But where did you learn that? kissing like that, I mean.”

“Oh, just from that dumb sappy romantic rubbish Hermione makes me read sometimes,” He chuckled.

Draco became quiet. “What about that Ravenclaw girl?”

Harry sighed, “I’ll settle things with her later. ‘don’t wanna deal with her now. Hogsmeade’s today. Wanna go with me?” Harry asked shyly. 

“Of course.”

Author’s note: Hello! This is my first fanfiction on here and I would very much like some feedback. Feel free to message me!

acciovodka  asked:

"Is that my shirt?" Beacuse I know it's going to be awesome 😎

Thanks for the prompt! I hope you like what I came up with 💕

Every time I think I’m done with Deathly Hallows/Shell Cottage missing moments, something sucks me back in…


Is That My Shirt?

She’d been in the bathroom for a while. Too long, really, for Ron’s taste, not that he had any right to have any sort of opinion about anything she did. He was content to wait, anyway, just to make sure she was okay - Fleur had offered to help her take a bath but Hermione, ever modest and nothing if not independent, had declined. And so Ron was waiting, patiently for once, just so he could lay eyes on her again and remind himself that she was alive, and she was okay, and even if he’d felt completely useless down there in that cellar, in the end he had been able to at least do something to ensure her safety.

He’d have been willing to help her take the bath too, of course, but seeing as he was just grateful she was on friendly terms with him again… he’d thought he’d better not suggest it, not even in jest.

Sliding down the wall opposite the bathroom door, he rested his forearms on his knees and twirled Wormtail’s wand, which felt dirty and tainted, between his fingers. The rushing of water through pipes had abated long ago, and now all he heard was the occasional light splashing sound. Desperately, attempting to be a gentleman, he tried not to picture what was going on behind that door. He was sitting here because she was his best friend and she’d nearly just died and he wanted to be there for her in whatever way he could. This was no time to be picturing soap bubbles on her skin-

“Hi,” said a small voice from across the hall. Hermione stood before him, her bare feet sinking into the well-worn carpet, once again wearing the dressing gown that Fleur lent to her. Her hair, still damp, hung in thick, heavy ringlets on her shoulders.

“Hey,” Ron replied, scrambling to his feet. “Everything okay?”

“Yes,” she said firmly back, though a weak smile played on her lips. “You didn’t have to wait for me, I’m all right.”

“Well, I just-” And then he noticed it, the small swatch of orange cotton covering her collarbone, peeking out between the crimson satin of the gown. “Is that my shirt?”

“Oh - well…” Hermione’s face flushed, blotches of pink staining her cheeks. “Yes.”

“You’re wearing a Cannons shirt?” Ron asked before he could help himself, his eyes shining as he gazed at her.

“Yes,” Hermione admitted, shy and sheepish. Her fingers, still bearing scrapes and bruises from the recent ordeal, shifted the gown away to reveal two interlocking black Cs on the front of the shirt. “It’s just - it was the first clean thing I could find in my bag and - and I can change if you want, it’s just really soft and-”

“No, no, don’t,” he rushed to tell her. “Keep it if you want, it’s yours, it’s fine.”

Her teeth sank into the inside of her lower lip as they regarded each other. Ron felt he might implode at any moment. She was wearing his clothes for Merlin’s sake, like they were a real couple, like they’d woken up together on a weekend morning and were about to fix breakfast. Of course, the reality they were living was horribly different than the silly little fantasy he had just invented… but maybe someday, if this war ever ended, they could have it.

“Okay,” she relented, that little grin still on her lips as she hitched the dressing gown back into place. “Thanks.”

“Yeah.” Ron gave her a smile of his own. “Anything for you.”


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Whiskey, champagne and a leather jacket

The bell chimed, signaling that someone just had walked in. The first thing her eyes saw was a well worn leather jacket hanging on a plush chair. Her heartrate sped up, still after all this time and remembered the way her mind had betrayed her heart. How she had left everything, no, everyone behind.

Her whiskeycolured eyes continued to travel around the store, scanning the dark brown shelves filled with a countless amount of books, landing on a man with curly light hair who was standing between the narrow shelves. He wore a jumper with a shirt underneath, you could just see the navy blue collar sticking up. His sleeves were rolled up so he could easier move. His arms were filled to the brim with books, mostly old ones with tattered covers and dusty titles. He had yet to notice her standing there, watching him as he stretched onto his toes to put a book back in its place. The woman walked forward, ready with an excuse me on her tongue to breeze past him and further into the bookstore to delve into its hidden treasures. Her shoes clicked sligthly against the wooden floors as she started to near him, drawing his attention.

He raised his eyes, took one look at her, and as his eyes turned golden, he dropped the book he was curently holding with a smack. The woman realised just then, that in this mundane bookstore was someone like her, someone belonging to the world of magic. Everything she had so suddenly left came back. Just because his lovely bluegreen eyes had turned gold. A champagne gold. 

His lips curled just the tiny bit and said “I know someone that would like to meet you”. And as in a practiced motion some soft laughs left her mouth and said, “Why do I have the feeling that this has something to do with that leather jacket?” as she made an inclining nod to the corner with the chair, making her curls bounce and his still golden eyes twinkle. “Well, maybe because you are after all, the brightest witch of your age.” A breath left her, one she hadn´t even realized she had hold. She felt waves of relief wash over her, just beacause he recognized her. 

The woman looked up into his eyes and gave the man a brilliant smile, and realized that maybe she was ready to come back, to once more embrace everything she had left.



(Together they were a duo of whiskey and champange and became a trio when she met the silvereyed owner of the leather jacket.)


So this is just something I wrote, and to be honest it is like my first one. I would love to hear someones thoughts on this.

I don´t know if it´s okay if I tag any of you in this, but if you have the time I would be really thankful for some feedback @ash-castle @ashenrenee @shayalonnie @mechengmama @littleneko1923 @colubrina @captain-kittenwolf17 @mrsmarauders @ladiefury @calebski @canimallow @brightki @indiebluecrown @disillusionist9 @dreadpiratemary


H.G x Reader #7

Prompt: Hermione has a crush on you and in an attempt to find out if you like her back she decides to snoop through your journal.

Originally posted by hogwartsfansite


Said boy looked up, not surprised to see his best friend standing in front of him.

“Yes?” He asked, pushing up his glasses as he did.

“Can I borrow your invisibility cloak and the map?” Hermione tried to seem nonchalant, but the slight tremble in her voice gave her away. Plus Harry was very observant and could see right through her.

“What for?” He asked suspiciously. He faced her and crossed his arms, curious as to the out-of-character vibe coming from her.

“I need to sneak into the library later. Restricted section.” She lied.

He narrowed his eyes and sized her up. “Hermione, I can tell your lying.” He said bluntly.

Hermione sighed. She figured Harry would pick up on her agitation so she didn’t even try to change his mind.

She grabbed him by the elbow, never mind his essay, and pulled him into an empty aisle.

“I need to go into the [y/h] dormitories.” She whispered. Harry raised a brow, wordlessly ordering her to explain further.

She sighed and debated pulling out a book and smacking Harry across the head with it. She decided that if she was trying to convince her friend to let her borrow something of his, hitting him while doing so might not be the best idea.

“You know [Y/n]?”

[Y/n]? [Y/n] [Y/l/n]? No, not at all.” He shook his head making his glasses fall lower onto his nose. He pushed them back up and rolled his eyes. “It’s not like you spend every waking moment talking about her. Or stalking-”

“I don’t stalk her!”

“- sorry, ‘admiring’ her from afar. Or thinking about her. Merlin, I bet you even dream about her-”

Okay!” She hissed, hoping Harry hadn’t seen her blush. “I get it. You know who I’m talking about”, Hermione paused to look around the library again and seeing no one between hearing distance, dropped her voice down to a whisper.

Harry leaned in closer.

“Anyways. She has Quidditch practice later. I needed your invisibility cloak to sneak into her dormitory. I need the map to keep tabs on everyone in her house. ”

“Why?” Harry pulled back to stare oddly at his friend before she pulled him closer by his tie.

“I was getting there.” She muttered.

“As I was saying. I’ve noticed that she always-”

“What haven’t you noticed?” Harry interrupted sarcastically.

Shut up! Stop interrupting!” This time she didn’t hesitate to hit him, though she didn’t reach for a book. She found more satisfaction in the way he flinched when her hand connected with the back of his head.

“[Y/n] always carries a book with her. Everywhere. It’s leather bound. I think it’s some sort of journal or uh, diary.

“Oh yeah!” Harry exclaimed, snapping his fingers. “She’s always writing in it during class, everyday. Not that I blame her, but now that I think of it… what has she been writing in it these past years?” He questioned, pulling his brows together in thought.

“It’s not notes.” He added thoughtfully. “She has specific parchment for every class so it can’t possibly be notes.”

Hermione clapped his shoulder. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you! My plan was- well is- to sneak into her room while she’s at practice. I feel she’s been sending me mixed signals for a while. I need to find out if she feels the same way I do about her. If she likes me… she’d have something written down about me in it!” Hermione whispered excitedly.

Harry blinked then scratched the back of his head uncertainly. “Why don’t you just, I don’t know, ask her then? Instead of going through so much-”

Hermione groaned. “Things don’t work like that Harry! First, I need to-”

Harry held up his hands in surrender. “Okay, 'Mione. If you really, truly think this is a good idea, then go for it.” He grabbed her hands tightly, “Best of luck to you.” He pressed a brotherly kiss to her forehead then stuffed his hands into his pockets and shuffled back toward his homework.

“You know where to find my stuff,” he called over his shoulder.

Hermione bit her lip to keep from squealing and rushed out of the library to grab Harry’s cloak and the Marauder’s map.

Originally posted by watsonlove

Hermione threw the cloak off and it landed on your bed. (She knew it was yours because it smelled like you and okay maybe she was a stalker.)

She placed the map open on your dresser so she could keep throwing glances at it. She looked around your room and her eyes landed on a small shelf above your bed. There were many books, many muggle books, she realized. Immediately her eyes fell on the leather book laying horizontally across the top of the other books. Surprised at not having had struggled with finding your journal she walked toward your bed.

She grabbed the book gingerly and ran her finger over the spine, tracing your name engraved in it. She carefully slid off the cord binding the back and front of the book and grinned when the book popped open, revealing the first page.

“Oh!” There wasn’t any writing on the first page. There was, however, some sort of doodle. Her eyes scanned the page, taking in the bright colors and designs moving around the page. She glanced at the map and seeing no one in the dormitories, she flipped to the next page.

She sat on your bed, flipping though countless drawing before she realized that, you didn’t write anything at all.

Confused she fanned the pages and saw only drawings.

The knob to the room rattled and Hermione made quick work of hiding your journal under your pillow. Her heart nearly beat out of her chest as she ran and sat back on the edge of the bed just in time for the door to open.

“May I help you?” Hermione turned around to see your room mate enter. Caught like a deer in headlights she gaped, not really knowing how to react. If anything, she had expected you to come in. Not that she was any better prepared.

Your friend, not knowing that Hermione wasn’t supposed to be in your room merely smirked. “Oh, you’re waiting for [Y/n] I bet. She’s still at practice I’m afraid. I just came back to get my Jersey.” Your friend waved the [Y/h] Jersey up and giggled. “I’m not even sure how I left without it on.” She shook her head. “Anyways, I’m heading back out now. Make yourself comfortable,” She motioned toward your bed. “I won’t tell [Y/n] you’re here.” With a quick wave and a wink your roommate slammed the door behind her.

Hermione, not quite processing what had happened simply nodded to herself. In a daze she lied down on your bed and reached under your pillow for your journal. She flipped through the pages and continued studying your art work.

You laughed loudly as your team and you entered the common room. Everyone was asleep by then. You pushed and shoved jokingly before bidding each other goodnight.

“You head on to bed,” said [y/f]. “I’m going to take a bath. ”

You nodded and with the two other girls on the team headed up to your respective rooms.

You all tiptoed up the stairs as not wake up the other girls and when you each reached you rooms you quickly slipped inside.

You moaned in relief as you threw your bag on the foot of your bed. You took off your jersey, leaving you in just a bra and threw yourself onto your bed.

Instead of sighing in relief however, you groaned. You weren’t the only one who was now in pain.

Taken aback you all but flew right off your bed. Am I in the wrong room? You wondered, your heart pounding in your chest.

Looking around you realized that no, this is my room. You were not in the wrong room. Someone else was.

Grabbing your wand from your bag you pointed it at the mound shifting under your covers.

With your wand in hand you walked forward carefully. You were just about to peel off the covers when something caught your eye though. Your journal.

I thought I left it on my shelf, you thought, picking it up. It had been lying upside down on the side of your bed with your most recent drawing faced up. A portrait of your long time crush.

Not caring about whoever was in your bed you threw off the covers.

You pointed your wand about to shout a curse at the figure when it turned around. Immediately your blood ran cold. Apparently so did the other person’s.


[Y/n]?” She asked, horrified.

Her face was as white as a sheet as she scrambled off your bed, faster than any creature you had ever seen. She had her hands raised and she was apologizing profusely even though you couldn’t make sense of her apologies. That was until her gaze fell and stopped on your body. Basically you were half-naked from the waist down- well not really- despite your bra. Her mouth hung open as she stared at you for a few seconds before she fanned her face as her pale complexion quickly turned a bright red.

Hermione turned around, you were still speechless and she was desperately wishing the ground would swallow her whole. MerlinMerlinMerlinMerlinMerlin! What the bloody hell Hermione!!

Finding your voice you managed to utter a small, “What are you doing here?”

Hermione was muttering to herself, too busy to pay any attention to you.

Your heart was beating so hard in your chest you were surprised that she didn’t hear it.

“Hermione”, you called once more, though now, you grabbed her elbow, turning her gently to face you.

She allowed you to turn her but she looked at the floor, refusing to make eye contact with you.

“Hermione… what are you doing here? Were you looking th- no. I know you were snooping through my stuff, but why?” You asked, turning scarlet.

Why?” You repeated.

Hermione bit her lip. She wasn’t as good at making up lies on the spot like Harry. Truth be told she was just a bad liar but, could she tell you what she was really doing in there? She was supposed to leave as soon as your roommate had left and instead she fell asleep on your bed! How does she explain that?

Apparently Hermione was taking her sweet time answering because as soon as she did open her mouth you narrowed your eyes. “And don’t you dare try to lie to me,” you said sternly.

It took a few minutes for Hermione to say anything at all. She still wasn’t sure what to say.

“I was looking through your journal.” She replied. She wrung her hands and avoided your penetrated gaze. “I uh, happened to have noticed that you carry that around at all times. ” You raised a brow in question at this but she kept going.

“I was searching for an answer in it.” She mumbled. She finally looked up and you could see very clearly the rosy hue on her cheeks and across her freckles on the bridge of her nose. She was biting her lip, waiting for your reaction.

“An answer to what?” You inquired. Did I take notes of something she didn’t. Why didn’t she just ask me for notes it that was what she wanted?

Hermione took a deep breath. It’s now or never, right? I did come in here searching for an answer and I didn’t get it from the book. Well… not wholly. She did draw me… Feeling her Gryffindor courage building up she looked you in the eyes.

“I like you. I have for a long time and I was hoping to read in your journal if you liked me back or not.” She admitted. Taken aback you stared at her. Uhm… what?

“You what?” You squeaked.

“I’ve liked you since second year-”

“You like me too?” You inquired incredulously.

Too? Wait- You do like me?” Hermione questioned, just as shocked as you.

Now you were both staring at each other with your brows raised as you both waited for answers.

“Do I like you? Are you kidding? Do you think I draw random classmates during class and keep them in my journal? Yes. I like you. A lot.” You crossed your arms and glared at her in irritation. “You know Granger for someone so intelligent, you really are unintelligent.”

She gasped at you before she too crossed her arms. She walked to stand in front of you, glaring and punched you in the shoulder.


Me? I wouldn’t have been so ’unintelligent’ if you hadn’t been giving me mixed signals!” Hermione shrieked, throwing her hands up in exasperation.

“Mixed signals?” You bellowed.

Yes! Mixed signals! All the winking, the smirking, the teasing, the seductive lip biting and then going and calling me a ’good friend’?! What was I supposed to think? I’ve literally been losing my-”

“Okay!” You growled. She’s right though. Poor girl. Had that been me I would have already lost my head.

I get it. I wasn’t clear at all but neither were you! Can we get past this now? I really like you Granger, okay?”
You reached for Hermione’s hand and intertwined your fingers with hers.

Hermione smiled as you quickly became flustered. “I always did wish we were more than friends,” she relented.

“Then why don’t we become more than friends?” You grabbed Hermione’s other hand and pulled her toward your body. Hermione gasped as she came in contact with your body, not to mention all the bare skin. She has to have had taken a shower before she came in, she thought. No one smells this good after practice.

You enveloped her in an embrace as she wearily wrapped her arms around your waist.

Be mine, Granger.” You whisper into her ear.

Hermione’s lips parted as her heart picked up it’s pace. She couldn’t utter a word for the life of her but she immediately knew her answer.

Being shorter than you she looked up at you and nodded rapidly. Grinning like an idiot you grabbed her face and pressed a soft kiss onto her lips.

Worried you might have overstepped your boundaries you pulled back with wide eyes. Hermione smiling as much as you.

“I’ve been waiting for that for years,” she mumbled. She grabbed your jaw before you could utter a word and pulled you back in for a heated kiss.

You fell back against your bed and she fell on top of you, both of you laughing slightly into the kiss.

Eventually, after pulling away she rested her forehead against yours, looking pleased with herself. You kissed her nose and reached for your blanket and tossed it over the both of your bodies.

“What are you doing?” Hermione giggled.

You pressed a kiss to her forehead and wrapped her snuggly in your arms. “I reckon you were sleeping before I so rudely woke you up,” you chuckled.

“I assume you’re quite tired. With all that snooping you did, who wouldn’t be?” You teased. You tucked a strand of brunette hair behind her ear, trying not to comment on the blush on your girlfriend’s cheeks.

“I’m sorry about that. I’m sorry I searched through your personal belongings. Though I do have to say, you have quite the artistic talent.” She turns in your arms, peering at you curiously.

“How did you learn so draw like that?” She asks in awe.

“I’ve always drawn. In my family fine arts are quite important. It’s a huge part of our culture all of use have some kind of talent. My brother is a good actor; a thespian. My father a master of art; an artist. My mother a music goddess; musician. So on and so forth.”

You both continued talking about random things- your history, her family, the fact that the piece of art you most love and feel proud of is the most recent one of Hermione and so on and so forth. At some point even getting to how she had gotten into your room, until eventually, early in the morning, the two of you fall asleep. Hermione lying on top of you with her head tucked under your chin and one arm around her waist protectively while the other hand is intertwined with hers.

Later, your friend came back from 'the showers’ (that’s totally not where she really went), saw the two of you cuddling and cheered- nearly waking everyone up- as her ship had finally sailed.

A/n: Dedicated to the @Anon who requested this! 💗

anonymous asked:

hello (: some time ago you mentioned you haven't read "Hermione Granger's Hogwarts Crammer for Delinquents on the Run" since it was a WIP, but now that it's done would you mind writing a bit about your thoughts on it? it's always super super helpful when i'm deciding what to read next. thanks so much <3

Ooh! What a lovely ask!!! Thank you for giving me the chance to gush about Hermione Granger’s Hogwarts Crammer for Delinquents on the Run by @waspabi, because it was an absolutely AMAZING fic and it deserves all of the gushes. 

Summary: ‘You’re a wizard, Harry’ is easier to hear from a half-giant when you’re eleven, rather than from some kids on a tube platform when you’re seventeen and late for work.

(Harry never went to Hogwarts, and is finally found by Hermione, Draco, Ron, Neville, Luna, and Ginny when he’s seventeen. They spirit him away, then teach him magic and FRIENDSHIP while on the run living out of a tent)

Thoughts: Okay, the CHARACTERIZATION in this fic!!! Goddamn. Everyone is written so perfectly and the group dynamic somehow just feels so right! Really, everything about the fic constantly had me like “yes!!!!” The story is poignant but also fucking hilarious; I laughed out loud so much I embarrassed myself a few times. Also this fic contains possibly my favorite line of anything I’ve ever read, and it was the most random unrelated-to-the-plot line (so no spoiler alert, haha):

(from a description of a new setting) Several middle-aged women sobbed by a long table of dried fruit.

And I know loving this line so much makes me Very Strange, but like it just gave SUCH A PERFECT SENSE OF THE TYPE OF GATHERING THEY WERE AT and so succinctly and I think the fact that I loved this random (not even Drarry-related!!) line so much just goes to show how truly amazing the writing of the fic was overall. I aspire to write like this. So omg anon, if you are wondering what to read next, look no further :)