me too ron me too

  • Hermione: So I'm going out for dinner tonight with Malfoy
  • Harry: You're going on a date with a guy you're on last name basis with?
  • Ron: But Mione! You don't even like him!
  • Hermione: Yes, but I like food.
  • Hermione: Especially free food.
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Harry Potter fancasts

Weasley Family (Ron/Ginny)

  • Ron : Guys, did you know that in England, only 1 person out of 100 is gay?
  • *Harry, Draco, Ginny, Luna, Seamus, Dean, Pansy, Lavender and Parvati all look at each other*
  • Ginny : Well.. more like 1 out of 10 isn't.
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Ron/Hermione - “After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”


The sun is bright and comforting where it soaks her skin, the grass soft and freshly mowed beneath her. The war has been over for a few weeks now, though it’s only just starting to feel that way to Hermione.

Beside her, Ron sneezes as a bumblebee flies by them. Hermione laughs, her chest rising and falling alongside Ron’s, the both of them laid side by side in the rare British heat. Ron is smiling at her- one of his proper smiles, the kind that have become less and less common over the past year or so; it’s a relief to see it on his face again and Hermione can’t contain the swell of affection that rises in her chest when that smile is directed at her.

“I love you.” she tells Ron, whispering the words in the breath between them.

Ron’s fingers abruptly playing with her hair and his posture goes rigid. “You do?” he asks, very, very quietly.

Hermione frowns and turns around slightly to better face him. “Of course I do. Honestly Ron, after everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”

“I… didn’t expect you to say it so soon.” he admits, resuming the motion of curling Hermione’s hair around his finger. 

Hermione huffs, but she’s impatient at the worst of times and she really, really doesn’t feel like waiting any longer. “Well?”

“Well what?”

“Are you going to say it back?” her voice is icy and her words are cutting, but Hermione doesn’t care. Her mood has changed suddenly; like the sun, her happiness has been covered by a cloud. She adjusts her position in order to meet Ron’s eyes and stares at his face, growing redder with every passing second. “Well?” she demands again.

“I… do you want me to?”

Well. That hadn’t been the answer she was expecting. “If you do, then yes. Of course I do.” 

“Oh.” Ron says quietly. Hermione leans back into his embrace, turning so that her back is against his chest, and tries to ignore the sting of tears in her eyes. It’s a few moments before Ron speaks again. “Well then, I love you, Hermione.”

Hermione turns her head sharply. “You do?”

Ron rolls his eyes. “Really? After the lecture you just gave me about not believing you?” he tuts at her, shaking his head in an ostentatious manner. Hermione would find it irritating if it wasn’t so damn endearing. “Of course I do.” Ron says, softer this time, planting a kiss on the top of her head. 

Hermione beams, turning where she’s sat to capture his lips with her own. Above them, the sun comes out from behind the clouds and Hermione smiles into their kiss.

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Requested

You had been close to Carl since the prison, being the only two teenagers in the group, it was a matter of time before you had become very fond of one another. 

When you had arrived in Alexandria though, it had begun to change. 

Carl noticed it the first time you both were introduced to the other teenagers. Ron had taken a liking towards you, the others knew it too. He would always show kindness towards you, flirting with you even if you didn’t notice. 

One morning, Carl awoke to see you outside, conversing with Ron. You two were laughing and he saw you smack Ron playfully on the shoulder. Carl shot out of bed, furious. He knew exactly why he was upset, he liked y/n, they knew each other first. 

He waited for you to leave Ron, and slammed the front door to the house and began storming down the street.

“Carl hey wha-” The next few moments were a blur. Carl pushing Ron to the ground, the boys struggling to maintain their balance when finally Ron hit it hard. 

“Stay away from y/n.” Carl spat as he turned to walk away, making eye contact with you. 

“Carl! What the hell was that for?” You yelled from the house as you ran towards him. 

“y/n, he’s an asshole! Stay away from him.” He growled as you put your hand up to his chest, stopping him from walking and further. 

“No he’s not. He’s our friend.” You murmured softly while seeing Ron walking away, Carl looking down at your hand and then back at you. “Wait a second. Are you jealous?” You dropped your hand and glared into his eyes. He didn’t respond.

“Well you don’t have to be. I only love you.” You told him as you grasped his calloused hand in yours. “Only you.” 

Me too, Harry, Me too