ship: you really are the brightest witch of your age hermione

#5 Test Potions (pt.1)

It was a usual day at the burrow. Harry, Ginny, and Ron were playing quidditch, Hermione was hiding inside after her latest fight with her boyfriend, Fred and George were working on a new potion in their old room, and Molly and Arthur were out Christmas shopping.

Even though they had all been graduated for several years they all came back to the Weasley’s for Christmas.

“Knock knock.” Hermione said as she walked into the twins room carrying a tray with three steaming cups. “Who wants hot cocoa?”

“Yes please!” Fred and George exclaimed with childlike excitement.

“Hermione, you truly know the way into a mans heart.” George complimented her as he took a mug.

“Tell that to your brother.” Hermione laughed and sat down on the floor next to George. Despite her smile the boys could tell she was really upset. They both exchanged a concerned glance.

“Are you guys fighting again?” Fred asked her hesitantly.

“It’s really not a big deal.” Hermione told them, her voice solum. “We’ve gotten through worse, we’ll be fine.” Although her tone made it seem more like she was trying to convince herself more then them.

“Well if he can’t see how lucky he is to have a girl like you then he’s crazy.” Fred assured her with a small smile as George went back to work on finishing their potion.

Hermione studied Fred for a moment before returning his smile. “Thanks Fred.” She said, still sounding unconvinced.

“And you let us know if he starts acting like any more of git. We’ll make him pay.” Fred continued, trying to lighten the mood.

George finished mixing the think pink liquid, “That’s right ‘Mione. Turn his pillow back into a tarantula, we will.”

Hermione laughed with her friends.

“So what are you guys working on anyways?” She asked them.

The twins went completely ridged.

“Well…” George started.

“You see…” Fred tried.

“We know you don’t necessarily approve of them…”

“But the market, it’s really in high demand!”

“We have an obligation to our costumers you know.”

“Just tell me!” Hermione exclaimed still giggling.

“Love potions.” Fred finally said.

Hermione’s smile fell.

“Love potions!?” She nearly yelled. “I have told you two a million times the dangers and repercussions of messing with this kind of thing! But do you listen? No! No one ever listens! You do realize that I’m not called ‘the brightest witch of my age’ for nothing? Why don’t you ever listen? You have got to stop working on these kinds of potions immediately!!”

“Relax Hermione.” Fred told her holding his hands up in surrender. “We’re working on a safe love potion.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “No such thing.”

“No really!” Fred assured her. “It’ll wear off quicker then others, the drinker will snap out of it if they’re in any real danger, we’re even trying to fix up an antidote just in case.” As Fred explained this George took a spoonful of the potion from the cauldron sitting between them. He inspected it quickly and mixed it into what remained of his hot cocoa and then turned to pack up the rest.

“Well I still don’t approve,” Hermione retorted, “but I guess that it’s better then it could be.” She reached down and picked up her mug and took a long drink.

George finished pouring the potion into containers and turned back to Fred and Hermione. After a split second his eyes widened in horror.

“HERMIONE NO!” He yelled nearly making her drop the mug.
“What the bloody hell George!?” Hermione shouted back at him, nearly choking on her cocoa.

“Hermione… That was my mug.” He said slowly. Fred’s expression shifted to a petrified stare.

“Well I’m sorry but you don’t have to freak out at me!” Hermione scolded him.

“No, Hermione…. I had just put some of the potion in there… For testing.” George explained cautiously.

Hermione’s expression mirrored Fred’s as she understood, “what?” She whispered.

“Well for testing purposes… Timing, strength, taste, all that. I was going to drink some.” George continued, “It’s…. Well it’s…” He glanced at his twin saying a silent apology. “This one’s got Fred’s hair in it so…”

This time Hermione did drop the mug letting it smash on the ground, spilling what little was left inside. Fred still couldn’t move. “You have an antidote don’t you?” Hermione asked desperately. “You said you were making antidotes!”

Fred finally cleared his throat and spoke, “I said we were going to be trying to make one. We haven’t yet.” His voice was quiet and strained.

“Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god.” Hermione muttered, “OH SHIT!” She yelled scaring both the boys, “What about Ron! He’ll never speak to me again if he sees me following you around under a love potion.“

“We’ll tell him we accidentally let you drink a prototype, no biggie.” Fred tried to sound confident for her.

“Are you kidding? He’ll kill us! Or at least try, and then we’ll kill him and then mum’ll kill us!” George argued.

“Well then we’ll figure something out!” Fred told them both urgently. “We can hide it, somehow.”

“Right, well you work on that I’m going to go lock myself in my room, or maybe I’ll try throwing this awful potion up.” Hermione quickly stood up and darted out of the room looking panicked.
“Blimey George, this is a disaster.” Fred told his twin, running his hands through his already messy hair. “The affects are going to start any second.”

“Hey, at least you like her right.” George chuckled with a sly smirk as he watched Fred pace. “You should be thanking me.”

Fred froze. “You… you did this on purpose?”

“It wasn’t exactly difficult to swap mugs. We perfected that art when we were 4.” George patted his twin on the back as he laughed. “Don’t say I never did anything for you.”


Omg I typed this whole thing out (part one and two), and then went to upload part one and they were both GONE! Ikr. I had to completely re-do it from memory ugh. I think it came out pretty well regardless but I guess I’ll have to wait to see what you guys think (all 59 of you! That’s crazy!!). As always, let me know what you liked and disliked about this, or any suggestions you have for future fics, I would love to hear your ideas and help bring them to life as best I can. Until next time, Kisses!


Hermione, Ron, and the Cursed Child

This post contains spoilers of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. Read at your own risk.

I’ve been thinking more about the first alternate present day in the Cursed Child, caused by Albus and Scorpius’s first attempt to alter the past.

In this AU, Hermione interacts with Albus and Scorpius during the Triwizard Tournament and thinks they’re Durmstrang students trying to help Viktor cheat. As a result, she turns down Viktor’s invitation to go to the Yule Ball. She goes with Ron instead, as friends. Because she goes with Ron, he’s never jealous of Viktor. Because he’s never jealous, he never has any desire to pursue Hermione as a romantic partner. He marries Padma Patil, and Hermione ends up teaching at Hogwarts, bitter and alone and mean to her students in a Snape-like way.

The more I think about this, the angrier it makes me.

Rowling and her co-writers are saying that Ron only EVER sees Hermione as a possible romantic partner, as someone who is worth dating, BECAUSE VIKTOR WANTS HER.

Hermione, the brightest witch of her age, Hermione the girl with the top marks in all of Hogwarts, Hermione, one third of the so-called ‘golden trio’ is only valuable to Ron Weasley because another guy wants her. We are supposed to believe that if he doesn’t get jealous of Viktor at age 14, he will never view Hermione as date-able or worth his time and effort.

Just how are Ron and Hermione supposed to be some great love story?

Excuse me while I go smash something in my rage.

Furthermore, we’re supposed to believe that if Ron doesn’t get jealous of Hermione at 14, NO ONE ELSE will ever want to marry Hermione.

What. The. Fuck.

Why on earth would I believe that a witch as brilliant and attractive as Hermione - remember canon from Goblet of Fire is that Hermione looks really rather lovely at the ball to such a point that even Harry is amazed - will end up alone and bitter if Ron Weasley doesn’t ask her out? Why on earth would I believe that NO ONE ELSE will find her attractive enough to ask out, to date or court, and to eventually marry? Why is it Ron or nothing?

And who is this great prince Hermione wins in the “real” present day? Ron works in the joke shop. He gives a love potion to a 14 year old for no apparent reason, other than, I guess, thinking it’s funny to give wizarding date rape drugs to his nephew. He makes lame jokes. He complains that Hermione works too hard and too long and doesn’t spend enough time with him. He is building up a bit of a gut and complains a lot about his aches and pains (he’s in his late 30s, by the way, hardly over the hill). There’s nothing in the script at this point - I’m at Act 2, scene 20 right now - to indicate that present day, real Ron is all that much of a catch.

We’re supposed to believe that Hermione’s choices are apparently to end up with Ron, who frankly doesn’t sound all that great, or to end up bitter, alone, and mean to young children.


Listen girls. Gather round, and listen to Auntie Elle: you are not defined by the guys who want to date you. You are you, and you are valuable ALL OWN YOUR OWN.

You do not need a boy, a guy, a man to be happy and to have value in your life.

And contrary to this crap Rowling is spewing, if you miss a chance to be with one guy, another will come alone. I promise. Men are like buses: never chase after one because another will come along soon enough.

It’s okay if you’re single for a while, even for a long while. It’s okay if you decide you don’t want to be with anyone. You aren’t doomed to a life of misery. I promise.

I didn’t ship Romione before this, and I sure as hell don’t now. I’m also rethinking letting my 10 year old daughter read this script, because I sure as hell don’t want her thinking that her options are some guy who doesn’t appreciate her as a teenager or a life of bitter, single, misery.