ron and hermione are not amused

Obsession

‘Malfoy’s up to something’

‘Ah, shit, not again’ Ron looked from his friend to his girlfriend, a desperate sigh escaping from his lips as he got up from the library table. Harry looked unfazed, his eyes still fixed on the blond who was sitting alone at a distant corner. 'We need to do something…’

'I know, I’ll just go grab my cloak…’

'No, Harry.’ Harry stopped, finally turning around to look at his friends. Hermione had a strange expression on her face, a mixture of pity and amusement. Ron, however, looked just like that time during second year when they had to face Aragog. What caught Harry’s attention, though, was the way Hermione had spoken, almost like she expected him to hex Malfoy right then and there. 'This needs to stop, really. We know it’s been hard for you…’

Harry winced, he hated when she treated him like a child. And, for fuck’s sake, he was sure Malfoy was up to something because he was sitting alone, scribbling something Harry was sure wasn’t related to the potions book he had opened in front of him. And he had that look on his face, like, like… he was up to something.

'Wait- what are you talking about?’

'Your obsession’ Ron whispered again, refusing to look Harry in the eye.

'I’m not obsessed!’ A bunch of students glowered at him and Madam Pince sent the three of them a warning look from where she stood. Harry felt his cheeks heat up immediately and he had to do his best not to turn around and see if that had caught Malfoy’s attention.

Hermione was still staring at him like he was a lost puppy.

'Why would you think he’s up to something?’ she sounded like a psychiatrist.

'Just look at him! He’s alone, for fuck’s sake, he’s never alone. And, and he’s obviously not studying. I bet he’s scheming something from the way he’s staring at that paper’ Harry turned his head slowly to catch a glimpse of Malfoy and had to turn around quickly since the blond seemed to have noticed them and decided to stare back.

Harry felt his cheeks heat up again for some reason. He saw from the corner os his eyes the Slytherin walking through the door, throwing something at the closest trash bin on his way out. That was it, that was Harry’s chance.

'Harry- wait, where’re you going?’ Hermione looked worried now, but she and Ron didn’t hesitate to follow him. Harry walked straight to the bin and grabbed the tiny ball of parchment before gesturing the other two to follow him.

They walked out of the library and turned an empty corner where Harry started to open the ball, flattening the paper as best as he could.

Wait-what… holy shit.

'What is it- Harry… Are you blushing?’

Ron snatched the paper from Harry’s hands before Harry could react. He stared down at the parchment to see a thousand different drawings moving, amazing doodles that covered the whole page. Drawings of Harry.

'Well, I knew I was right’ Hermione’s voice startled them both. The girl sighed and gave Harry a little smile before grabbing the paper from Ron’s hands to take a closer look. Harry felt his cheeks heat up even more and a sudden urge to snatch the piece back took hold of him. His hand stopped mid air when Hermione spoke. 'He’s really good, isn’t he?’ She was still smiling.

'What? This- this is Malfoy we’re talking about! And- fuck, Harry, I don’t even know what to say…’

Ron looked from the piece of parchement in Hermione’s hand to Harry’s face, which was still beet red.

'Isn’t it obvious?’ Hermione sent Ron one of those looks, the ones they were both so used to. She looked at Harry expectantly but Harry just stood there, speechless. So Malfoy was drawing him, not scheming an evil plan, nor sulking, nor writing all the names he’d put on his black list. He was doodling nice, actually beautiful, drawings. Of Harry. Which meant the boy had probably spent a hell lot of time looking at him, at his hair, his neck, his shoulders. His eyes, his smile. Because he was smiling in one of them, actually laughing.

'It means he has a crush on Harry’ Hermione rolled her eyes like she hadn’t just said the most absurd thing.

Ron coughed and burst out laughing before realising that the girl wasn’t joking. He froze in place, turned his head slowly towards her, his mouth gaping.

'Can you hear yourself?’ he was whispering again, probably without realising it. 'Malfoy is a boy. Harry’s enemy. He hates Harry’ he spoke punctuating every word, his blue eyes blown wide.

'Oh, Ronald, are you blind? Are you going to tell me Harry’s obsession is hate?’

'I don’t have an obsession!’ Harry tried to yell but his voice faltered. None of them seemed to notice.

'I- I don’t know what it is! I wouldn’t say 'hate’ but… Oh, come on, Hermione, are you saying you actually think-’

'Just think about it for a second! I’m sure if Harry knew how to draw he’d probably be doing the same thing’

'I can draw- wait… what- I DON’T HAVE A CRUSH ON MALFOY!  

'Holy. Shit’ Ron was staring at something above Harry’s head, his eyes blown wide like he’d just understood some complex potions theory. 'That… explains a lot’.

'NO IT DOESN’T! Harry snatched the paper from Hermione’s hand and stuffed it deeply in his pocket. That was absurd, that was… ridiculous! So maybe Malfoy wasn’t up to something, okay, he was wrong, but that- that didn’t mean…

'Harry’ Hermione sighed, pulling him into a hug. He tried to stay angry at her, thought about pushing her away but he couldn’t. He knew she wouldn’t say anything to make him feel bad, even though he still couldn’t believe both his friends would say something like that. Fuck, Malfoy? How could he have a crush on Malfoy? He hated him, the slytherin was a prick, an arrogant bastard…

He- he didn’t actually hate him. But he didn’t have a crush on him either!

Hermione pulled away. 'So you don’t have a crush on him. Okay, well, now that we know he’s not up to anything we can just drop it, right? I need to finish my transfiguration essay and you both need to finish your potions essays so we better go back in there’ She sent Ron a hard look before turning on her heels and marching to the library. Ron tried to follow her but Harry grabbed his arm, holding him in place.

'What the fuck?’ Harry whispered so Hermione wouldn’t hear him.

'What?’

'Do you actually think I have a crush on- on Malfoy?’

Ron blushed and looked away. 'Mate, let’s just leave it, okay? We better get going-’

Harry strengthened his grip, bringing back Ron’s attention.

'I don’t have a crush on him. I don’t’

Ron nodded and gave him an unconvincing smile 'Whatever you say, Harry. As long as you stop talking about him’.

Except Harry didn’t. Harry couldn’t.

The next day Ron sat across from Harry at breakfast just to find his friend constantly searching the table at the opposite wall from them. Harry wouldn’t say a thing, wouldn’t pay proper attention to their conversation. Until he found what he was looking for and Ron had to watch as Harry’s cheeks were painted in pink, darker by the second.

The next day Hermione observed as Harry did the same thing, smiling widely - even though Ron had no idea why she’d do that - when Harry asked which classes Gryffindor had with Slytherin since now they were eighth years and their schedule had changed quite a lot.

And then they had herbology on thursday morning and Ron almost punched Harry when Professor Sprout took points from them because Harry 'couldn’t keep his eyes on his own table’.

Inside their dorms Harry would always have the map open in front of him, while studying, while talking to his roomates, even while changing, for Merlin’s sake. His finger would follow that small dot Ron never had to check to know who it was.

The worst part was that Malfoy was basically doing the same bloody thing.

Instead of his typical sneer the slytherin would blush and turn his gaze away everytime he caught Harry looking at him, which had been a lot. The rare times Harry wasn’t looking, and Ron unfortunately was, Malfoy would scribble on some random piece of parchment while casting glances at Harry. Some of them he would fold and hide in the middle of his notes. The other ones he would throw away just so Harry could fish them out of the trash bin. Harry thought Ron didn’t know he was doing that and, being his loyal friend, the ginger preferred to spare the other from the humiliation so he didn’t tell him he knew.

When monday rolled around Ron snapped.

'I can’t, that’s it, that’s enough’ Ron’s grip on his feather was so strong it broke in half, startling Hermione who was focused on her own potion. She opened her mouth to ask what was wrong when her eyes turned to Harry and consequently to Harry’s table where she could see small pieces of parchment with tiny doodles glued to the margins of Harry’s notes. She let out a giggle and Ron grunted, throwing his things inside his bag.

'Where are you going?’ Hermione stopped immediately when Ron pushed his chair to get up. He stopped before doing so and bent forward so he was face to face with the girl.

'Look at them, just look. They’re not even trying to hide anymore, they just keep staring at each other like- like, you know what I mean. And Harry just sighed, shit, if i see anymore of this I’m gonna puke’

Harry, apparently, wasn’t even listening, his eyes fixed on Malfoy who kept darting glances at him while scribbling fast. Harry knew he was drawing him and that alone was sending shivers down his spine. The boy decided not to think about that, not to think about anything actually because he knew that was fucked up, he should be creeped out after all. But he wasn’t, he was… happy? And maybe Malfoy would throw that one away and Harry would be able to keep it…

'He’s not even listening! Who are you and what did you do to our friend?!’ Harry turned his head away from those grey eyes to face a red face full of freckles in front of him. Ron seemed pissed, though Harry didn’t quite know why since his friend’s potion seemed to have turned out okay from what Harry could see.

'What happened?’ He looked at Hermione, who was trying really hard to hold her giggles when her face drained of color and her mouth dropped open. The next second long fingers were digging in Harry’s shoulder, turning him around forcefully. And there was Malfoy, right there staring at him with cold eyes. His mouth was a line, barely visible, until he opened it to speak and Harry saw how red his lips were contrasting with his pale skin.

‘Potter’ He yanked one of the pieces of parchment from Harry’s- shit shit shit, they were everywhere, the doodles, the ones that were supposed to be where Malfoy had put them, not on Harry’s things. Harry darted his eyes up, his mouth opening and closing while he tried desperately to think of something to use as an excuse but nothing came to his mind. ‘We need to talk. I’ll wait for you outside’. They were dismissed the next minute and neither Ron nor Hermione said a thing when Harry got up and left alone.

Fuck, fucking shit. He was an idiot, what would Malfoy think now? That he was stalking him, which he obviously wasn’t. It was just, the drawings… they were, er, nice. Right, he could say that-

‘How many?’ Harry stopped shortly where he was when he heard that voice from behind him. He turned around to meet Malfoy leaning against a wall, next to the huge hallway windows. His hair was like silk, each strand curling at the ends, completely different from the gelled neat style Harry was used to seeing. His expression was hard, almost hurt, and something weighed uncomfortably at the bottom of Harry’s stomach.

‘Five’ Harry heard his voice though it didn’t sound like his own at all. ‘I’m sorry-‘

‘I couldn’t sleep’ Harry closed his mouth, Draco turned his eyes away. ‘After the war ended, I couldn’t sleep. I would stay awake for hours just… thinking. And the faces of-‘ The boy gulped making Harry shiver. He knew, he knew exactly what Malfoy was talking about because he saw the same faces every night. All of them now populated his dreams with his parents, Sirius, Dumbledore.

Draco closed his eyes before continuing. ‘So I needed to get them out. I like drawing, you see’ He opened them and Harry felt his whole body warm with the instensity of the other’s gaze. ‘But yours- your face wouldn’t leave me alone’

‘So you started drawing me’ Harry took a step closer.

‘Yes. And it helped at first. But I came back- we came back’ He looked at the ceiling, closed his eyes again, inhaled. Harry took another step closer.

'You’re really good at it. They’re so… realistic’ Another step. If Harry reached out he could touch Malfoy’s hair.

Malfoy looked at him, grey piercing through green. 'You were everywhere’ His voice came out a whisper but his eyes were screaming. 'The papers, those pictures. You- you looked exhausted

Harry let a sad smile form on his lips. He remembered the thousands of interviews, flashes of cameras, people screaming his name. He remembered the trials and he remembered Draco Malfoy’s face. Exhausted.

Draco was a victim of the war just like him.

'I couldn’t sleep’ Harry said, taking another step towards Draco, the last one.

'I wanted to reach you, but everyone kept saying I was-’

'Obsessed’

Draco’s eyes were wide, shining. Harry let his fingers play with his, intertwine, brush against each other. 'I guess I’ve been all along’ The blond whispered, lacing his fingers with Harry’s.

As classes ended, the corridors became more crowded by the minute. Noise, whispers, gasps of shock reached Harry’s ears but all he could think about was why he’d waited so long to feel Malfoy’s lips moving against his own, how nice the Slytherin’s hands felt placed on his waist. And knowing that he didn’t care about anyone’s opinion was almost as good as knowing Draco didn’t either.

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Amelia Potter vs Voldemort + the simpsons movie

HP FUSIONS, tho.

Okay, so a huge thing now is taking the concept of Steven Universe, and fusing characters from other shows together, which is basically a character study in their interactions.

IMAGINE THE CHAOS OF A FRED/GEORGE FUSION.

This lanky like, eight foot tall regular weasley looking mother-firebolter comes clomping down the stairs everytime someone shouts for Fred and/or George. Immediately startling the hell out of everyone… and making family portraits difficult.

“Alright, Fred and George, I want a picture with you two in it-… dammnit boys, not again!”

“What?” booms the beaming fusion. “Technically, we’re both in the photo!”

“Don’t think I can’t tan your cheeky hides, boys.” huffs Mrs Weasley, trying not to give away her amusement.

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Random ideas:

Golden Trio fusion (Harry/Hermione/Ron).

Tall, multi-limbed for multitasking. Tends to have a very protective, somewhat reckless personality; will unfuse if one or more members disagree with something strongly enough.

Smart, fast (movement/talking), and has the potential to be highly focused when engaged in a task.

Famous for bodily hurling Lord V(elocity = distance over time) about a hundred feet into the air, and making a terrible pun about it.

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Silver Trio Fusion (Ginny/Neville/Luna).

Not overtly frequent. Not dissimilar to Golden Trio, in the fact that it is sometimes hard to maintain fusion due to clashing personalities or inattention. Easy-going, gentle, knowledgeable in a non-threatening way… but also determined and bold.

They are surprisingly compatible, and not as volatile as other fusions.

Etc.

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Fusion Pairings & Names, all made up on the spot:
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Harry & Ron - Lightning Knight

Harry & Hermione - Brainstorm

Ron & Hermione - Brightspark

Harry, Ron & Hermione - Golden Trio

Harry & Neville - Deadly Nightshade

Harry & Ginny - Storm Chaser

Harry & Luna - Mythos

Hermione & Neville - Poison Ivy

Hermione & Ginny - Trivial Pursuit

Hermione & Luna - Limitless

Ron & Neville - RedVines

Ron & Ginny - Crimson Fury

Ron & Luna - Knight Night ( I will come back to the naming process for this one, they are not the HP fusion equivalent of Moon Moon)
Alternate names: Loyalty, Dreambound, Blazing Truths

Neville & Ginny - Fireflower

Ginny & Luna - Nightmare

Luna & Neville - Herblore

Neville, Luna & Ginny - Silver Trio

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Other triplicate fusions can be made from this grouping.

Can explain the thought process behind all the names, trust me.
Except for Moonmoon the fusion up there, I got stuck.
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Sweet - Ron Weasley Imagine

Requested by @vanillascentedashtxn: Can you do an imagine where the reader is Slytherin and has a crush on Ron but he’s unsure because she’s Slytherin and hangs out with Draco?

Ron watched from across the classroom as you talked quietly, comfortingly to Draco, who looks stony-faced as ever. You reached into your bag and retrieved a Fizzing Whizbee, careful to keep it out of Professor Binns’ sight. A grateful half-smile flashed across his face. Merlin, it said a lot about you if you could make even Malfoy smile…

“You’re not staring at Malfoy too are you?” muttered Hermione, next to Ron. “It’s bad enough that Harry’s practically in love with-“
“Hermione!” Harry interrupted. She laughed.
“So, Ron? Was it Malfoy you were gazing dreamily at or was it someone else?” He spluttered a little.
“Of course it wasn’t bloody Malfoy,” he snapped. Hermione smiled in amusement.
“You should talk to her you know, Y/N,” she advised. Ron was momentarily speechless.

“I can’t,” Ron said, simply. “She’s a Slytherin for Merlin’s sake. She’s friends with Malfoy! Maybe even more than friends.”
“That’s it is it? You’ve written her off as unobtainable because she’s a Slytherin.”
“It’s not like that,” Ron began, before pausing. “Ok, maybe it is a bit like that.

That evening, Hermione dragged Ron to the library under the pretence of needing to check out a book. She left him by a row of books on Elfish history. A few minutes later, who should turn into the aisle but you. Ron immediately suspected Hermione’s ulterior motive for abandoning him here.

Taking a deep breath, Ron figured it was now or never.
“Y/N?” He said. You smiled expectantly. “I just wanted to say that I saw you being really nice to Malfoy earlier, and I thought that was really cool.” A grin broke out on your face.
“Thanks Ron, that’s really sweet of you.” He internally cringed a little at being called sweet – he was more aiming for ‘incredibly macho’ – although he supposed it was a start. There was an awkward moment of silence as neither of you quite knew what to say.

“Are you looking forwards to Hogsmeade this weekend?” you prompted. Grateful of a conversation starter, Ron relaxed fractionally. He nodded.
“Yep, definitely.”
“It’s always lovely in the snow,” you commented. “I always want to have snowball fights, but I think Draco’s been traumatised ever since he threw that snow ball at Granger in Third Year and she hexed him.”
“If you want we could have a snowball fight. I’m sure we could be spared for a bit. We could get a Butterbeer afterwards too,” Ron suggested, hopefully.
“Deal,” you said.

81. Ravenclaws, especially purebloods, are very interested in muggle pop culture, literature and other subjects because all knowledge is worth learning. Muggleborns are often quizzed on subjects they find mundane and never fail to be amused by the fascination their friends have for trivial things such as calculators

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Why Hermione Should NOT Have Ended Up With Ron...

It is known that Hermione Granger ends up marrying and starting a family with Ron Weasley. However, when looking at their relationship, many people (everybody who has ever read Harry Potter) notice that they would have a very unsuccessful marriage due to their vast differences in personality and intelligence. Ronald would ultimately bore Hermione, since they would not be able to have worthwhile conversations and constant bickering. I personally almost feel as if  Ron pushed their more “serious” relationship and Hermione only agreed to remain on friendly terms with Ron and the rest of the Weasleys. This then bashed her into an unfortunate and unhappy relationship. Also, if you only ever “date” three people, how likely is it that when you marry number 3, you are marrying your perfect match? Especially when the other two are never very sirius (pardon my pun)? Will you be happy? Most likely not. I would have been amused if in the Epilogue, Hermione had been married to Draco Malfoy.  Both have changed and compliment each others personality types. And, since JK Rowling almost killed off Ron instead of Fred, Fred could have been another possible canidate. What do you think?

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Can you do Fred finding out that Hermione not only once set snape on fire but also stole from him, I feel like he’d be so amused !
-anon

The sun was setting behind the hill and Hermione leaned back on her hands, taking it in while Fred tossed a quaffle back and forth between his hands. Suddenly, his positioning changed and he lobbed the quaffle across their small circle at Ginny who grabbed it instinctively.

“You’ve got to be better than that, Fred,” she said lightly, looking at one twin while she threw the quaffle at the other. The red ball hit George square in the face and bounced off. Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Fred laughed while Hermione looked over, saw George massaging his nose and finally joined in.

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Harry Potter AU

Au where inbetween lessons students who are close to the kitchens go in to get a quick snack.

Dobby behind a counter dressed in an eat fresh apron waiting for orders.

Ron sneaking in almost every break he gets to get something.

Harry finding it amusing.

Hermione going in for a quick bite but runs out of time so goes to her lesson only for dobby to follow onces he made her order and brings it to her class.

Snape disapproving of eating in class 😂

Harry theorized that there were several possibilities as to why Malfoy had a Hufflepuff Pride hoodie: a) he’d bought it for the sole and specific purpose of annoying Harry because Malfoy was a prize git and might as well not be existing if he wasn’t annoying Harry; b) he’d bought it to make some sort of grand statement about House Unity in an effort to avoid the negative stigma of Slytherin House in general and his own reputation in particular; c) he’d stolen it from some poor, unsuspecting Hufflepuff because he was a miserable bastard and didn’t care about saving his own reputation; or d) he was shagging a Hufflepuff who’d given him the hoodie in that sweet possessive way couples had.

“Oh honestly, Harry!”

Harry blinked and turned back to Ron and Hermione. “What?”

Ron at least looked a bit more amused this time when he said, “You think any self-respecting Hufflepuff would stoop to having it off with Malfoy?”

Confused, Harry turned to Ginny, who shrugged and explained, “You were deducing out loud.”
Asking You Out Angrily (Ron Weasley)

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“I bet my wand you can’t do it Ron,” you heard Harry say as you slipped into your seat behind him and Ron in charms.

Ron shifted nervously in his seat, you nibbled on your pencil and watched them with amusement, wondering what they were talking about. “Shut your trap Potter, I can do what I want.”

Harry laughed at his best friend, “you sound so much like Malfoy, mate, full of talk but no action.”

Ron turned to his friend, his eyes full of anger and… embarrassment? You giggled to yourself, he’s so cute. You opened your book to the animation of Ron you had been drawing, than slammed it shut, wrong page. Harry and Ron gave you a weird look, as to why you slammed your book and suddenly seemed so flustered. “You alright?” Ron asked gently, having no idea the reason you closed your book.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you smirked, faking confidence, “I just remembered that…”

“What did you remember?” Harry asked.

“I forgot,” you bit your lip jokingly, “oops.”

Ron laughed, his eyes lingering on your red lips, “you’re so funny,” he said. You blushed.

“You two are a mess,” Hermione said as she set her books next to yours. “Has he done it yet?” She asked Harry, and just like that, you were excluded from the group of friends you so desperately wanted to be a part of.

“Has he done it?” Harry barked a laugh, “you know the answer.”

Hermione seemed to hold back laughter, “you don’t have the heart to- well,” she giggled, “you have the heart, just not the ambition.”

“I have ambition!” Ron roared, getting very angry.

“Then do it.” Harry shrugged, “do it or I will.”

Ron’s jaw dropped, “bloody hell, you’re twisted.”

“What are you guys talking about?” you finally asked, curiosity was killing you.

Harry looked over at you, his eyebrow arching, “y/n, can I ask you for some advice?”

Harry Potter wanted to ask you for advice? Bloody hell, “yes, of course.”

“I have a crush on this girl, and she obviously likes me back–”

“She does not,” Ron hissed.

“She’s smitten,” Harry said, “absolutely in love with me, should I ask her out?”

“You’d be crazy not to,” you replied automatically, wondering who Harry liked so much. And wishing Ron felt that way about you.

“Oh but he’s quite a hard headed bloke you see,” Hermione added, “he keeps making excuses so that he won’t ask her out.”

“Leave y/n alone,” Ron said, “she has no business in your issues.”

“You’re such a git Ron!” Hermione said, although she was smiling, “y/n is our friend, we can ask her whatever we want.”

“Stop,” Ron ordered.

“Y/n, do you know Ron has never had a girlfriend?” Harry said. Ron’s cheeks matched his hair.

“He’s never kissed a girl,” Hermione added.

“Actually, the only girl who can stand him is his mum,” Harry says, “Hermione can’t even do it.”

“Bloody hell!” Ron yelled, causing everyone’s eyes to turn to him, “will you not let it go?”

“No.” They both said.

“Fine,” he turned to you, “y/n, would you like to go to Hosmeade with me tomorrow?”

Your face heated up, “with y- you? al-alone?”

The red in Ron’s face deepened, “if that’s alright w-with you I–I mean you can say no.”

“Like a date?!” you had to ask.

“Yeah…” Ron sulked, expecting you to reject him.

“Good God Ronald yes!” you giggled, “I’d love to!”

Ron perked up as his two friends cheered, “really?”

“Yes! I can’t believe you actually have an interest in me… you do right?”

The red-head nodded, “yeah! I think you’re beautiful y/n, I’ve dreamt of snogging you si–” his eyes widened in realization as the classroom roared with laughter. “I can’t believe I just said that… I’m so sorry.”

You didn’t need an apology, kissing Ron had always been on your mind, and right now that was all you wanted to do. You leaned across the desk and whispered, “then do it.”

Ron’s eyes widened, then his red lips spread into a smile as he leaned across the wooden desk and kissed you. Your heart rattled against your chest, Ron Weasley was finally kissing you, and he was freaking good at it too.


You were the one to pull away, but you really didn’t want to. You smiled as your noses rubbed together and you heard your friends cheer and clap. “Finally,” Harry yelled.

Ron smirked, “finally,” he said to you.

Finally

9. In the first week of term the ravenclaw prefects would take it upon themselves to set up a scavenger hunt for the first years in the hopes that it would help them to find their way around the castle more quickly. That was the official line anyway. In reality it was just extremely amusing to watch them try and find the diadem. 

[Having stayed at work much later then expected, Hermione is packing up to go home. Stepping outside of her office, she bumps into Ron, sending several papers to the floor]

Hermione (Surprised): Ron? What are you doing here?

Ron (Helping her gather the papers up): Just waiting for my fiancee. Maybe you’ve seen her? Pretty girl, thinks she can leap tall buildings in a single bound, carries the weight of the world on her shoulders, yet still manages to laugh at some of my jokes.

Hermione (Amused, gently bumping her shoulder against his): She sounds like a handful.

Ron(Grinning): Tell me about it.

Hermione was looking at Ron with an odd expression on her face.
‘Oh, give them here,’ she said abruptly.
'What?’ said Ron.
'Give them to me, I’ll look through them and correct them,’ she said.
'Are you serious? Ah, Hermione, you’re a life-saver,’ said Ron, 'what can I -?’
'What you can say is, “we promise we’ll never leave our homework this late again,”’ she said, holding out both hands for their essays, but she looked slightly amused all the same.
—  “an odd expression on her face”
[long, high-pitched shrieking]

Can we talk about Dad Ron though?

Dad Ron with a belly because he still loves to eat.

Always having inside jokes with everyone in the family because he knows what it feels like to be overlooked.

Teaching his children that a true heart and a true friendship trumps attention from people you tolerate.

Having a huge armchair to sit in during the evening with enough room for Rose and Hugo to sit with him.

Reading his kids the Tales of Beedle the Bard and always saying midnight like Molly did.

Telling exaggerated bedtime stories of how he Hermione and Harry single handedly took down a troll their First Year.

Pushing back all the living room furniture and asking Hermione to dance because he “was bloody oblivious” in Year Four.

Teaching his kids that materialistic wealth isn’t the most important thing.

Harry, Ginny and Teddy coming over and having mini Quidditch games (Ron always let’s the kid’s score, much to Hermione’s amusement).

Ron leaving little notes for Hermione around the house and in her work files.

Having to have Rose and Hugo help with the muggle appliances because he just doesn’t understand.

Ron Weasley teaching his kids that grades aren’t the most important and that you have to learn life skills too.

Refusing to go camping because of all the bad experiences he has had, until Rose and Hugo beg him and eventually concedes. He puts up a huge tent in the backyard and builds a fire. It’s one of his favorite memories.

Hugo calling Ron into his room to kill a spider. Ron calling Hermione in to kill it because they still give him the willies.

Taking Rose to Ginny’s games to teach her that strength comes in all different shapes and sizes.

Dad Ron appreciating his family so much because he knows what it’s like to loose it and he never wants to feel that again.

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Requested by @skylarr-53

“You two realize he likes them too, right?” George asked the two of them, an amusing smirk on his face. 

“Wait, he does?” Hermione asked, eyes going wide. Had she really not been paying attention lately?

“He only talks about them all the time. Give me a time and a place and he’ll be there. I think the two of them could handle the rest - hopefully.”

19. Older ravenclaws would find it amusing to convince first years that the statue of rowena ravenclaw in the common room was haunted. First years would dare each other to touch it whilst fourth years would charm the eyes to glow red to scare them

Imagine Harry taking Draco to a muggle amusement park. Draco would be like “What the fuck” at first because, honestly, why would muggles come together in large groups like that and get on shit that could easily kill them? And eat that disgusting fried food? With their hands? But then Harry would take him on the farris wheel and kiss him every time they were at the top of it. Draco is extremely nervous about being on it because “What if it falls and we die?”, but Harry’s kisses are relaxing to him. Harry then treats Draco to a funnel cake and “Really, Potter? What is this rubbish?” but then once he actually tries it (Harry feeding it to him, of course, because Draco doesn’t want to get his hands dirty) he thinks it’s really good for muggle food. He wont admit it, but Harry just knows he likes it by the way he keeps asking Harry to feed him another piece.

Astounded

Ron has grown up with magic so it never really fazes him.

Flying broomsticks, exploding toffees, paintings that move… he doesn’t bat an eyelash. When Harry and Hermione’s faces would light up over some spell or charm they had just discovered, Ron would smile at them indulgently like an amused father but to him it was all old news.

Then Hermione kisses him and he learns what it means to be astounded.

Now, he knows the kiss happened, he was there. Saw it with his own two eyes, felt it with his own lips. But even though he knows it happened (and has happened 258 wonderful times since), there remains an aura of incredulity, a sense that this is all just some sleight of hand, some sort of bamboozle.

It’s not just the kissing either. She introduces him to her parent’s elderly neighbours as “my boyfriend Ron” and he can’t join in the conversation for a full minute because he’s too astonished by her words.

When he accidentally clunks his knees against hers under the table at the restaurant, she just smiles at him and catches one of his big clumsy feet between both of hers and goes back to whatever she was doing like it isn’t the most incredible thing in the world.

She takes her own clothes off that night because he’s far too flummoxed to participate. When she eases herself back into his arms he finds a way to pull himself into motion, but the back of his mind still struggles to process what seems to be an entirely implausible situation.

She is fast asleep in his arms now, soft and warm and impossibly real. Ron struggles to stay awake, trying to believe.

He has never known true magic until now.

Draco Malfoy was watching you from the Slytherin table as you were joking around with your friends. All the houses were having dinner in the great hall , as usual.

His face scrunched up as he watched you getting a little bit too friendly with potter.

Through the years ar Hogwarts you could say that Draco had developed a little crush on you , not that you took any notice.

“Are you gonna eat that?” Blaise asked with a smirk and raised his eyebrows.


“Shut up” Draco replied as he snapped out of his thoughts.

Draco just couldn’t stop looking at you and Harry , especially not at that moment when Harry made you blush.

You and Hermione left earlier to go study in the Gryffindoor common room.
And when Draco saw you left he didn’t hesitate to speak to Harry.

“Are you and Y/N going out?” He asked with an amused face , even though he wasn’t happy at all.

“No…?” Harry replied confused as he and Ron were eyeing Draco suspiciously.

“Good”

Draco turned back to his table and didn’t even try to hide the smirk on his face.

“It’s just a matter of time..”

Happy/Sleepy (Christmas) Thoughts For A Sad Day (Nobody dies AU)

Remus Lupin putting sprigs of holly in Sirius Black’s braid. 

Sirius snoring lightly on Remus’ lap as they sit in front of the fire at the Burrow, while Remus lightly traces snowflakes on his cheeks and kisses his nose. (It wriggles like a bunny)

Arthur Weasley, sitting outside with Lucius Malfoy. Not talking, (that would break the silent truce they have) but both watching through the window as Molly attempts to teach Narcissa how to knit, and both ladies are sharing stories about their children.

Narcissa crying with laughter when Molly tells the story about the time Fred and George persuaded Draco to try their new ‘Hair Lightening Licorice’ 

His hair stood on end for days.

Hermione and Ron dozing together on the couch, watching Rose, Al, and Scorpius investigate a sleeping Sirius and an amused Remus.

James rolling his eyes as Teddy tries to convince Victore to walk under the mistletoe with him.

He’s struggling, and Dominique and Louis are laughing.

Ginny watching quietly from the doorway as her unsuspecting boyfriend Blaise coos over a tiny baby Lily. 

Harry and Draco singing a horrible rendition of “Baby It’s Cold Outside’ while washing the left over dishes in the sink. 

Harry and Draco finishing up and sneaking outside to snog like teenager, unlike the 30 year old men they are.

Harry lifting Draco and pushing him against the side of the house as he attacks Draco’s neck. 

Draco making tiny mewling sounds as Harry’s hand starts making its way to his belt.

Draco furiously smacking Harry to make him stop.

Harry looking at Draco like he’s crazy before realizing that they have an audience…

Arthur and Lucius looking horrified before bursting out laughing at their kids beet-red faces as they spring apart from each other.

Arthur catching his breath and rushing in to tell Molly about “Harry’s Merry Christmas”

Lucius looking at Draco with amusement

“No, no, by all means, carry on. I seem to owe your mother a few galleons, Draco. And here I thought that you two could behave yourselves long enough until you left for home.”

Draco pushing his face into Harry’s neck, groaning in mortification, as Lucius walks into the house, galleons in hand.

“You know, it could be worse…”

“Shut up, Potter.”