Alright so I think it's a been a while since some people have read the books so just let me clarify some things.
Let’s start off with Philosophers Stone, in the beginning when Ron isn’t even her friend, and he actually hates her. (And there’s the whole being eleven years old thing.) This is basically when Ron is meanest to Hermione.
“It’s no wonder no one can stand her,” he said to Harry as they pushed their way into the crowded corridor, “she’s a nightmare, honestly.” Someone knocked into Harry as they hurried past him. It was Hermione. Harry caught a glimpse of her face – and was startled to see that she was in tears. “I think she heard you.” “So?” said Ron, but he looked a bit uncomfortable. “She must’ve noticed she’s got no friends.” - Chapter 10, U.S. 172
“..Harry and Ron overheard Parvati Patil telling her friend Lavender that Hermione was crying in the girls’ bathroom and wanted to be left alone. Ron looked still more awkwardat this…”- Chapter 10, U.S. 172
Interesting……Hmmm, he’s not even her friend here, and he looks uncomfortable? And Awkward? Why’s that? Oh maybe because he grew up in a loving family that doesn’t tolerate those kinds of things hmm. But it doesn’t stop there let’s look at Hermione during this time.
“I hope you’re pleased with yourselves. We could all have been killed – or worse, expelled. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to bed.” Ron stared after her, his mouth open. - Chapter 9, U.S. 162
Wow, Hermione isn’t that nice to Ron actually woah….
Ron, at the next table, wasn’t having much more luck. “Wingardium Leviosa!” he shoted, waving his long arms like a windmill. “You’re saying it wrong.” Harry heard Hermione snap. “It’s Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa, make the ‘gar’ nice and long.” - Chapter 10, U.S. 171
“All right – I only came in here because people outside are behaving very childishly, racing up and down the corridors,” said Hermione in a sniffly voice. “And you’ve got dirt on your nose, by the way, did you know?” - Chapter 6, U.S. 110
“Oh, are you doing magic? Let’s see it, then.” She sat down. Ron looked taken aback. “Er — all right.” He cleared his throat.
“Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow.”
He waved his wand, but nothing happened. Scabbers stayed gray and fast asleep. “Are you sure that’s a real spell?” said the girl. “Well, it’s not very good, is it? I’ve tried a few simple spells just for practice and it’s all worked for me. I’ve learned all our course books by heart, of course.”
Jesus Hermione wasn’t that nice either. Shocking aint it? Hermione isn’t God? Oh wow, I almost forgot. HERMIONE HAS FLAWS. Just as many as Ron does, last time I checked she wasn’t canonized. I don’t recall learning about Saint Hermione in religion class. Because Hermione, just like every other human being, has flaws.
Alright so you’ve seen that then you all (hopefully) all remember what happens next. They become friends yada yada, and knight Ron appears yada yada. Let’s move on to Chamber of Secrets.
“Harry knew at once that Malfoy had said something really bad because there was an instant uproar at his words. Flint had to dive in front of Malfoy to stop Fred and George jumping on him. Alicia shrieked, "How dare you!”, and Ron plunged his hand into his robes, pulling out his wand, yelling, “You’ll pay for that one, Malfoy!” and pointed it furiously under Flint’s arm at Malfoy’s face. A loud bang echoed around the stadium and a jet of green light shot out of the wrong end of Ron’s wand, hitting him in the stomach and sending him reeling backward onto the grass. “Ron! Ron! Are you all right?” squealed Hermione. Ron opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead he gave an almighty belch and several slugs dribbled out of his mouth onto his lap.“ -Chapter 7, U.S. 112-113
Do I even have to say anything here?
"I - don’t - like - spiders,” said Ron tensely. “I never knew that,” said Hermione, looking at Ron in surprise. “You’ve used spiders in Potions loads of times…” “I don’t mind them dead,” said Ron, who was carefully looking anywhere but at the window. “I just don’t like the way they move…” Hermione giggled. “It’s not funny,” said Ron, fiercely. “If you must know, when I was three, Fred turned my - my teddy bear into a great big filthy spider because I broke his toy broomstick…. You wouldn’t like them either if you’d been holding your bear and suddenly it had too many legs and…” He broke off, shuddering. Hermione was obviously still trying not to laugh. - Chapter 9, U.S. 154
Yes, yes. It seems really cute aw. But let’s just remember that she’s laughing at a serious phobia. If Ron had done that Hermione would have cried and Ron would have been Satan of course.
Ron shook his head, wide-eyed. Hermione, however, clapped a hand to her forehead. “Harry - I think I’ve just understood something! I’ve got to go to the library!” And she sprinted away, up the stairs. “What does she understand?” said Harry distractedly, still looking around, trying to tell where the voice had come from. “Loads more than I do,” said Ron, shaking his head. “But why’s she got to go to the library?” “Because that’s what Hermione does,” said Ron, shrugging. “When in doubt, go to the library.” -Chapter 14, U.S. 255
Let’s say it together; AWWWW. HE KNOWS HER SO WELL! aND WAS THAT A COMPLIMENT? Oh I think it was!
“I’m quite surprised the Mudbloods haven’t all packed their bags by now,” Malfoy went on. “Bet you five Galleons the next one dies. Pity it wasn’t Granger -” The bell rang at that moment, which was lucky; at Malfoy’s last words, Ron had leapt off his stool, and in the scramble to collect bags and books, his attempts to reach Malfoy were unnoticed. “Let me at him,” Ron growled as Harry and Dean hung onto his arms. “I don’t care, I don’t need my wand, I’m going to kill him with my bare hands-” Chapter 15, U.S. 267
Awww this little cutie is only twelve and so ready to defend her. Can you imagine a little 12 year old Ron trying to be all tough, trying to defend Hermione’s honour like awwww.
“Ron read the message, swallowed hard, and looked sideways at the empty seat usually filled by Hermione. The sight seemed to stiffen his resolve, and he nodded.” -Chapter 15, U.S. 270
RON STOP BEING A CUTIE PATOOTIE THIS INSTANT GOING THROUGH SPIDERS EVEN THOUGH YOU HAVE ARACHNOPHOBIA JUST FOR HERMIONE YA LIL HERO YOU
“You will find that Madam Pomfrey is still awake. She’s just giving out Mandrake juice - I daresay the basilisk’s victims will be waking up any moment.” “So Hermione’s okay!” said Ron brightly. -Chapter 18, U.S. 33
ASFGHJKL RONNNNN MUTHAFUCKIN WEASLEY
oKAY NOW ONTO PRISONER OF AZKABAN OULALA THEY’RE NOW TEENAGERS HORMONE ALERT.
“Hermione,” said Ron, frowning as he looked over her shoulder, “they’ve messed up your schedule. Look - they’ve got you down for about ten subjects a day. There isn’t enough time.” “I’ll manage. I’ve fixed it all with Professor McGonagall.” “But look,” said Ron, laughing, “see this morning? Nine o'clock, Divination. And underneath, nine o'clock, Muggle Studies. And” - Ron leaned closer to her schedule, disbelieving - “look - underneath that, Arithmancy, nine o'clock. I mean, I know you’re good, Hermione, but no one’s that good. How’re you supposed to be in three classes at once?” “Don’t be silly,” said Hermione shortly. “Of course I won’t be in three classes at once.” “Well, then -” “Pass the marmalade,” said Hermione. “But -” “Oh, Ron, what’s it to you if my schedule’s a bit full?” Hermione snapped. “I told you, I’ve fixed it all with Professor McGonagall.”-Chapter 6, U.S. 98
HE NOTICES THIS IS JUST UGH LET ME JUST MOVE ON BEFORE I DIE OF FEELS
“Well, look at it logically,” said Hermione, turning to the rest of the group. “I mean, Binky didn’t even die today, did he? Lavender just got the news today -” Lavender wailed loudly. “- and she can’t have been dreading it, because it’s come as a real shock -” “Don’t mind Hermione, Lavender,” said Ron loudly, “she doesn’t think other people’s pets matter very much.”- Chapter 8, U.S. 149
Did Hermione just like say that to girl who lost a beloved pet. Hermione that’s not very nice. But it’s okay I don’t blame her, she doesn’t know how to express things in the nicest ways, and that’s completely okay because she’s not a saint.
A shower of brilliantly colored sweets fell into Harry’s lap. It was dusk, and Ron and Hermione had just turned up in the common room, pink-faced from the cold wind and looking as though they’d had the time of their lives. -Chapter 8, U.S. 157
I THINK WE ALL WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED ON THE HOGSMEADE TRIP
“That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger,” said Snape coolly. “Five more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all.” Hermione went very red, put down her hands, and stared at the floor with her eyes full of tears. It was a mark of how much the class loathed Snape that they were all glaring at him, because every one of them had called Hermione a know-it-all at least once, and Ron, who told Hermione she was a know-it-all at least twice a week, said loudly, “You asked us a question and she knows the answer! Why ask if you don’t want to be told?”- Chapter 9, U.S. 172
RON YOU LIL CUTIE, GETTING DETENTION TO DEFEND HERMIONE’S HONOUR. YOU ARE TRULY A LIL GINGER KNIGHT YOU CUTIE.
“Anyway…” She glanced over at Ron too. “He doesn’t want me to join in.” There was no arguing with this, as Ron chose that moment to say loudly, “If Scabbers hadn’t been eaten, he could have had some of those Fudge Flies. He used to really like them -” Hermione burst into tears. Before Harry could say or doing anything, she tucked the enormous book under her arm, and, still sobbing, ran toward the staircase to the girls’ dormitories and out of sight. “Can’t you give her a break?” Harry asked Ron quietly. “No,” said Ron flatly. “"If she just acted like she was sorry - but she’ll never admit she’s wrong, Hermione. She’s still acting like Scabbers has gone on vacation or something.”-Chapter 13, U.S. 264
RON YOU ASSHOLE YOU MADE HERMIONE CR- WAIT WHAT THE FUCK? WHY IS SHE FUCKING CRYING? ER, UM, ALL RON SAID WAS THAT HIS PET LIKED FUDGE FLIES ER, AWKWARD. AND ALL HE WANTS IS AN APOLOGY? FOR (WHAT HE THINKS IS) HIS DEAD BELOVED PET? WOW SORRY RON… I ER, I DIDN’T REALIZE THAT WHAT YOU SAID WASN’T THAT BAD AT ALL, AND YOUR REASONING KIND OF MAKES SENSE OOPS.
“Malfoy’s dad frightened the Committee into it,” said Hermione, wiping her eyes. “You know what he’s like. They’re a bunch of doddery old fools, and they were scared. There’ll be an appeal, though, there always is. Only I can’t see any hope… Nothing will have changed.” “Yeah, it will,” said Ron fiercely. “You won’t have to do all the work alone this time, Hermione. I’ll help.” “Oh, Ron!” Hermione flung her arms around Ron’s neck and broke down completely. Ron, looking quite terrified, patted her very awkwardly on the top of the head. Finally, Hermione drew away. “Ron, I’m really, really sorry about Scabbers…,” she sobbed. “Oh - well - he was old,” said Ron, looking thoroughly relieved that she had let go of him. “And he was a bit useless. You never know, Mum and Dad might get me an owl now.” -Chapter 15, U.S. 292
THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE HE REALLY LOVED SCABBERS AND HERMIONE DIDN’T EVEN SAY SORRY YET AND HE WAS WILLING TO HELP HERMIONE AND WHEN SHE DID APOLOGIZE HE TRIED TO MAKE HER FEEL BETTER ABOUT IT AND WAS JUST LIKE HE WAS OLD OMG AND DONT FEEL BAD BECAUSE I MIGHT GET AN OWL LIKE MOTHERFUCKIN RON WEASLEY, AND WHY WERE YOU SO SURPRISED BY A HUG RON, HMM WHY YOU LOOK SO TERRIFED, DID YOUR LITTLE FRIEND HAVE A REACTION TO THE HUG.
OKAY LET’S MOVE ON TO GOBLET OF FIRE LET’S GOOOOO
“Granger, they’re after Muggles,” said Malfoy, grinning maliciously. “If you think they can’t spot a Mudblood, stay where you are.” “You watch your mouth!” shouted Ron. Everybody present knew that “Mudblood” was a very offensive term for a witch or wizard of Muggle parentage. “Never mind, Ron,” said Hermione quickly, seizing Ron’s arm to restrain him as he took a step toward Malfoy.- Chapter 9, U.S. 122
oH RONNIE, ALWAYS DEFENDING HERMIONE’S HONOUR YOU CUTIE PATOOTIE
“… Dad could’ve got a promotion any time… he just likes it where he is…” “Of course he does,” said Hermone quietly. “Don’t let Malfoy get to you, Ron-” -Chapter 11, U.S. 169
HERMIONE AWWW YOU’RE LEARNING HOW TO EXPRESS YOUR EMOTIONS AND BE COMFORTING AW YOU’RE NOT JUST A WALKING BRAIN YOU’RE A CUTIE PATOOTIE TOO
“You’re eating again, I notice,” said Ron, watching Hermione adding liberal amounts of jam to her toast too. “I’ve decided there are better ways of making a stand about elf rights,” said Hermione haughtily. “Yeah… and you were hungry,” said Ron, grinning.- Chapter 13, U.S. 194
THIS IS THE FUCKING CUTEST THING IF IM DEAD BY THE END OF THIS POST IT’S BECAUSE OF FEELS LIKE LOOK AT THESE LITTLE FUCKERS
“That idiot, Hogwarts champion?” said Ron as they pushed their way through the chattering crowd toward the staircase. “He’s not an idiot. You just don’t like him because he beat Gryffindor at Quidditch,” said Hermione. “I’ve heard he’s a really good student - and he’s a prefect.” She spoke as though this settled the matter. “You only like him because he’s handsome,” said Ron scathingly. “Excuse me, I don’t like people just because they’re handsome!” said Hermione indignantly Ron gave a loud false cough, which sounded oddly like “Lockhart!” -Chapter 15, U.S. 236
JEALOUS RON = SEXY RON
Jets of light shot from both wands, hit each other in midair, and ricocheted off at angles - Harry’s hit Goyle in the face, and Malfoy’s hit Hermione. Goyle bellowed and put his hands to his nose, where great ugly boils were springing up - Hermione, whimpering in panic, was clutching her mouth. “Hermione!” Ron had hurried forward to see what was wrong with her; Harry turned and saw Ron dragging Hermione’s hand away from her face. It wasn’t a pretty sight. Hermione’s front teeth - already larger than average - were now growing at an alarming rate; she was looking more and more like a beaver as her teeth elongated, past her bottom lip, toward her chin - panic-stricken, she felt them and let out a terrified cry. -Chapter 18, U.S. 299
HE RAN TO SEE IF SHE WAS OKAY RIGHT AWAY IM GOING TO CRY HOW CAN ANYONE HATE HIM THIS PRECIOUS LITTLE BABY
Hermione, however, leaned against the Owlery wall, folded her arms, and frowned at Ron. “Harry’s got a long way to go before he finishes this tournament,” she said seriously. “If that was the first task, I hate to think what’s coming next.” “Right little ray of sunshine, aren’t you?” said Ron. -Chapter 21, U.S. 364
PLAYFUL TEASING AKA FOREPLAY
“All the good-looking ones taken, Ron?” said Hermione, loftily. “Eloise Midgen starting to look quite pretty now, isn’t she? Well, I’m sure you’ll find someone somewhere who’ll have you.” But Ron was staring at Hermione as though suddenly seeing her in a whole new light. “Hermione, Neville’s right - you are a girl…” “Oh well spotted,” she said acidly. “Well - can’t you come with one of us?” “No, I can’t,” snapped Hermione. “Oh come on,” he said impatiently, “we need partners, we’re going to look really stupid if we haven’t got any, everyone else has…” “I can’t come with you,” said Hermione, now blushing, “because I’m already going with someone.” “No, you’re not!” said Ron. “You just said that to get rid of Neville!” “Oh did I?” said Hermione, and her eyes flashed dangerously. “Just because it’s taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn’t mean no one else spotted I’m a girl!” Ron stared at her. Then he grinned again. “Okay, okay, we know you’re a girl,” he said. “That do? Will you come now?” “I’ve already told you!” Hermione said very angrily. “I’m going with someone else!” And she stormed off toward the girls’ dormitories again. “She’s lying,” said Ron flatly, watching her go. -Chapter 22, U.S. 400
CLUEEEELESS RON, RON IN DENIAL, HERMIONE BLUSHING, NOT THE BEST WAY TO ASK SOMEONE OH YOU CLUELESS LITTLE FUCKER
“Hermione - who are you going to the ball with?” said Ron. He kept springing this question on her, hoping to startle her into a response by asking it when she least expected it. However, Hermione merely frowned and said, “I’m not telling you, you’ll just make fun of me.”-Chapter 23, U.S. 404
WHY YOU SO INTERESTED RON HMMM
“Hermione,” said Ron, looking sideways at her, suddenly frowning, “your teeth…” “What about them?” she said. “Well, they’re different… I’ve just noticed…” “Of course they are - did you expect me to keep those fangs Malfoy gave me?” “No, I mean, they’re different to how they were before he put that hex on you… They’re all… straight and - and normal-sized.” Hermione suddenly smiled very mischievously, and Harry noticed it too: It was a very different smile from the one he remembered. -Chapter 23, U.S. 405
THIS LIL BITCH NOTICES EVERYTHING ABOUT HERMIONE I WONDER WHY HMM
Hermione chose to watch Harry and the Weasleys’ snowball fight rather than join in, and at five o'clock said she was going back upstairs to get ready for the ball. “What, you need three hours?” said Ron, looking at her incredulously and paying for his lapse in concentration when a large snowball, thrown by George, hit him hard on the side of the head. “Who’re you going with?” he yelled after Hermione, but she just waved and disappeared up the stone steps into the castle. -Chapter 23, U.S. 411
JEALOUS RON ASDFGHJKL
“Padma’s going to meet you in the entrance hall,” she added to Ron. “Right,” said Ron, looking around. “Where’s Hermione?” -Chapter 23, U.S. 412
ALL HE CARES ABOUT IS HERMIONE ASDFGHJKL
Where is Hermione?“ he said again. -Chapter 23, U.S. 413
Ron was watching Hermione pass with narrowed eyes. -Chapter 23, U.S. 415
YOURE LOOKIN A LIL BIT GREEN THERE RONNIE
"How’s it going?” Harry asked Ron, sitting down and opening a bottle of butterbeer. Ron didn’t answer. He was glaring at Hermione and Krum, who were dancing nearby. -Chapter 23, U.S. 420
SOMEBODIES JEALOUS WOWZERS
Hermione came over and sat down in Parvati’s empty chair. She was a bit pink in the face from dancing. “Hi,” said Harry. Ron didn’t say anything. “It’s hot, isn’t it?” said Hermione, fanning herself with her hand. Viktor’s just gone to get some drinks.“ Ron gave her a withering look. "Viktor?” he said. “Hasn’t he asked you to call him Vicky yet?” Hermione looked at him in surprise. “What’s up with you?” she said. “If you don’t know,” said Ron scathingly, “I’m not going to tell you.” Hermione stared at him, then at Harry, who shrugged. “Ron, what -?” “He’s from Durmstrang!” spat Ron. “He’s competing against Harry! Against Hogwarts! You - you’re -” Ron was obviously casting around for words strong enough to describe Hermione’s crime. “fraternizing with the enemy, that’s what you’re doing!” Hermione’s mouth fell open. “Don’t be so stupid!” she said after a moment. “The enemy! Honestly - who was the one who was all excited when they saw him arrive? Who was the one who wanted his autograph? Who’s got the model of him up in their dormitory?” Ron chose to ignore this. “I s'pose he asked you to come with him while you were both in the library?” “Yes, he did,” said Hermione, the pink patches on her cheeks glowing more brightly. “So what?” “What happened - trying to get him to join spew, were you?” “No, I wasn’t! If you really want to know, he - he said he’d been coming up to the library every day to try and talk to me, but he hadn’t been able to pluck up the courage!” Hermione said this very quickly, and blushed so deeply that she was the same color as Parvati’s robes. “Yeah, well - that’s his story,” said Ron nastily. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” “Obvious, isn’t it? He’s Karkaroff’s student, isn’t he? He knows who you hang around with… He’s just trying to get closer to Harry - get inside information on him - or get near enough to jinx him -” Hermione looked as though Ron had slapped her. When she spoke, her voice quivered. “For your information, he hasn’t asked me one single thing about Harry, not one -” Ron changed tack at the speed of light. “Then he’s hoping you’ll help him find out what his egg means! I suppose you’ve been putting your heads together during those cozy little library sessions -” “I’d never help him work out that egg!” said Hermione, looking outraged. “Never. How could you say something like that - I want Harry to win the tournament, Harry knows that, don’t you, Harry?” “You’ve got a funny way of showing it,” sneered Ron. “The whole tournament’s supposed to be about getting to know foreign wizards and making friends with them!” said Hermione hotly. “No it isn’t!” shouted Ron. “It’s about winning!” People were starting to stare at them. “Ron,” said Harry quietly, “I haven’t got a problem with Hermione coming with Krum -” But Ron ignored Harry too. “Why don’t you go and find Vicky, he’ll be wondering where you are,” said Ron. “Don’t call him Vicky!” Hermione jumped to her feet and stormed off across the dance floor, disappearing into the crowd. Ron watched her go with a mixture of anger and satisfaction on his face. -Chapter 23, U.S. 421
JUST HAVE SEX ALREADY DANG
“Vare is Herm-own-ninny?” said a voice. Krum had just arrived at their table clutching two butterbeers. “No idea,” said Ron mulishly, looking up at him. “Lost her, have you?” -Chapter 23, U.S. 423
RON STOP TURNIN GREEN IT CLASHES WITH YOUR HAIR
He climbed into the common room and found Ron and Hermione having a blazing row. Standing ten feet apart, they were bellowing at each other, each scarlet in the face. “Well, if you don’t like it, you know what the solution is, don’t you?” yelled Hermione; her hair was coming down out of its elegant bun now, and her face was screwed up in anger. “Oh yeah?” Ron yelled back. “What’s what?” “Next time there’s a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!” Ron mouthed soundlessly like a goldfish out of water as Hermione turned on her heel and stormed up the girls’ staircase to bed. Ron turned to look at Harry. “Well,” he sputtered, looking thunderstruck, “well - that just proves - completely missed the point -” Harry didn’t say anything. He liked being back on speaking terms with Ron too much to speak his mind right now - but he somehow thought that Hermione had gotten the point much better than Ron had. -Chapter 23, U.S. 432
OH RON YOU LITTLE CLUELESS WEASLEY YOU
Ron and Hermione seemed to have reached an unspoken agreement not to discuss their argument. They were being quite friendly to each other, though oddly formal. -Chapter 24, U.S. 433
“It’s a lot colder where he comes from,” said Hermione. “I supposed it feels quite warm to him.” “Yeah, but there’s still the giant squid,” said Ron. He didn’t sound anxious - if anything, he sounded hopeful. Hermione noticed his tone of voice and frowned. “He’s really nice, you know,” she said. “He’s not at all like you’d think, coming from Durmstrang. He likes it much better here, he told me.” Ron said nothing. He hadn’t mentioned Viktor Krum since the ball, but Harry found a miniature arm under his bed on Boxing Day, which had looked very much as though it had been snapped off a small model figure wearing Bulgarian Quidditch robes. -Chapter 24, U.S. 444
OUUUU YOU JELLY RON
Fleur bent down, kissed Harry twice on each cheek (he felt his face burn and wouldn’t have been surprised if steam was coming out of his ears again), then said to Ron, “And you too - you 'elped -” “Yeah,” said Ron, looking extremely hopeful, “yeah, a bit -” Fleur swooped down on him too and kissed him, Hermione looked simply furious […] -Chapter 26, U.S. 506
OUUU YOU JELLY HERMIONE
“No, it’s just… how did she know Viktor asked me to visit him over the summer?” Hermione blushed scarlet as she said this and determinedly avoided Ron’s eyes. “What?” said Ron, dropping his pestle with a loud clunk. “He asked me right after he’d pulled me out of the lake,” Hermione muttered. “After he’d got rid of his shark’s head, Madam Pomfrey gave us both blankets and then he sort of pulled me away from the judges so they wouldn’t hear, and he said, if I wasn’t doing anything over the summer, would I like to -” “And what did you say?” said Ron, who had picked up his pestle and was grinding it on the desk, a good six inches from his bowl, because he was looking at Hermione. “And he did say he’d never felt the same way about anyone else,” Hermione went on, going so red now that Harry could almost feel the heat coming from her, “but how could Rita Skeeter have heard him? She wasn’t there… or was she? Maybe she has got an invisibility cloak; maybe she sneaked onto the grounds to watch the second task…” “And what did you say?” Ron repeated, pounding his pestle down so hard that it dented the desk. -Chapter 27, U.S. 514
JUST MARRY EACH OTHER ALREADY GOSH DARN
We will see each uzzer again, I 'ope,“ said Fleur as she reached him, holding out her hand. "I am 'oping to get a job 'ere, to improve my Eenglish.” “It’s very good already,” said Ron in a strangled sort of voice. Fleur smiled at him; Hermione scowled. -Chapter 37, U.S. 724
HERMIOOOONE YOU JEALOUS OF A VEELA GURL
Krum had come to say good-bye to Hermione. “Could I have a vord?” he asked her. “Oh… yes… all right,” said Hermione, looking slightly flustered, and following Krum through the crowd and out of sight. “You’d better hurry up!” Ron called loudly after her. “The carriages’ll be here in a minute!” He let Harry keep a watch for the carriages, however, and spent the next few minutes craning his neck over the crowd to try and see what Krum and Hermione might be up to. They returned quite soon. Ron stared at Hermione, but her face was quite impassive. -Chapter 37, U.S. 725
FUCKING KISS ALREADY YOU JEALOUS FUCKS
NOW LET US MOVE ON TO ORDER OF THE PHOENIX
The door banged open. Hermione came tearing into the room, her cheeks flushed and her hair flying. There was an envelope in her hand. “Did you - did you get it?” She spotted the badge in Harry’s hand and let out a shriek. “I knew it!” she said excitedly, brandishing her letter. “Me too, Harry, me too!” “No,” said Harry quickly, pushing the badge back into Ron’s hand. “It’s Ron, not me.” “It - what?” “Ron’s prefect, no me,” Harry said. “Ron?” said Hermione, her jaw dropping. “But… are you sure? I mean -” She turned red as Ron looked around at her with a defiant expression on his face. “It’s my name on the letter,” he said. “I…” said Hermione, looking thoroughly bewildered. “I… well… wow! Well done, Ron! That’s really -” “Unexpected,” said George, nodding. “No,” said Hermione, blushing harder than ever, “no, it’s not… Ron’s done loads of… he’s really…” -Chapter 9, U.S. 162
HERMIONE STOP YOU’RE BREAKING HIS HEART WHY UGH HERMIONE YOU’RE RUINING IT JUST KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT UGH YOU KNOW HOW INSECURE THAT FUCK IS
Harry and Ron both looked at her blankly, and Hermione sighed again. “About You-Know-Who. He said, 'His gift for spreading discord and enmity is very great. We can fight it only by showing an equally strong bond of friendship and trust -’” “How do you remember stuff like that?” asked Ron, looking at her in admiration. -Chapter 12, U.S. 223
ADMIRATIIOOOON, ADMIR FUCKING ATION IM GOING TO CRY HE COMPLIMENTED HER FOR NO REASON AT ALL UGH
“Have a butterbeer.” Ron pressed a bottle onto him. “I can’t believe it - where’s Hermione gone?” “She’s there,” said Fred, who was also swigging a butterbeet, and pointed to an armchair by the fire. Hermione was dozing in it, her drink tipping precariously in her hand. “Well, she was pleased when I told her,” said Ron, looking slightly put out. -Chapter 13, U.S. 275
ALL HE WANTS IS HER ATTENTION MY HEART IS RIPPING VIOLENTLY
“How was practice?” asked Hermione rather coolly half an hour later, as Harry and Ron climbed through the portrait hole into the Gryffindor common room. “It was -” Harry began. “Completely lousy,” said Ron in a hollow voice, sinking into a chair beside Hermione. She looked up at Ron and her frostiness seemed to melt. -Chapter 14, U.S. 294
Aw Hermione you do love him don’t youuuu awwww
“You were the only person last year who could throw off the Imperius Curse completely, you can produce a Patronus, you can do all sorts of stuff that full-grown wizards can’t, Viktor always said -” Ron looked around at her so fast he appeared to crick his neck; rubbing it, he said, “Yeah? What did Vicky say?” “Ho ho,” said Hermione in a bored voice. -Chapter 16, U.S. 331
Jealous Ron is back oulala
“Good luck, Ron,” said Hermione, standing on tiptoe and kissing him on the cheek. “And you, Harry -” Ron seemed to come to himself slightly as they walked back across the Great Hall. He touched the spot on his face where Hermione had kissed him, looking puzzled, as though he was not quite sure what had just happened. -Chapter 19, U.S. 404
EEEEEEEK EEEEEK EEEEEK EEEEEK EEEEK EEEEK
Ron made a noise that might have indicated jubilation or disgust, it was hard to tell. “Because she was crying,” Harry continued heavily. “Oh,” said Ron, his smile fading slightly. “Are you that bad at kissing?” “Dunno,” said Harry, who hadn’t considered this, and immediately felt rather worried. “Maybe I am.” “Of course you’re not,” said Hermione absently, still scribbling away at her letter. “How do you know?” said Ron in a sharp voice. -Chapter 21, U.S. 458
Did you guys know that Ron is synonymous with jealous it’s in the thesaurus and everything
A slightly stunned silence greeted the end of this speech, then Ron said, “One person can’t feel all that at once, they’d explode.” “Just because you’ve got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn’t mean we all have,” said Hermione nastily, picking up her quill again. -Chapter 2, U.S. 459
“Who’re you writing the novel to anyway?” Ron asked Hermione, trying to read the bit of parchment now trailing on the floor. Hermione hitched it up out of sight. “Viktor.” “Krum?” “How many other Viktors do we know?” Ron said nothing, but looked disgruntled. -Chapter 21, U.S. 460
Looks like the teaspoon feels some emotions
“Thanks for the book, Harry!” she said happily. “I’ve been wanting that New Theory of Numerology for ages! And that perfume is really unusual, Ron.” “No problem,” said Ron. -Chapter 23, U.S. 503
DID THE TEASPOON SERIOUSLY GIVE HER PERFUME WELL ISN’T THAT A SUSPICIOUS GIFT NOT SOMETHING YOU’D QUITE GIVE A FRIEND
“Harry, you’re worse than Ron… Well, no, you’re not,” she sighed, as Ron himself came stumping into the Hall splattered with mud and looking grumpy. -Chapter 26, U.S. 572
I always laugh so hard at this, oh Ron ya clueless little git you *sigh* boys
“Oh yeah, I forgot, you’re a Mudblood, Granger, so ten for that…” Ron pulled out his wand, but Hermione pushed it away, whispering, “Don’t!” -Chapter 28, U.S. 626
I AM RON WEASLEY AND I MUST DEFEND HERMIONE GRANGERS HONOUR, TIS IS MY DUTY TO PROTECT THE FAIR MAIDEN
“What do you think about this?” Hermione demanded of Ron, and Harry was reminded irresistibly of Mrs. Weasley appealing to her husband during Harry’s first dinner at Grimmauld Place. -Chapter 29, U.S. 658
Harry aka biggest Romione shipper
Oh, you’re so naive sometimes, Harry. You really think Umbridge will wait for proof?’ said Hermione, who seemed determined to be in a towering temper, and she swept off towards the girls’ dormitories, banging the door behind her. ‘Such a lovely, sweet-tempered girl,’ said Ron, very quietly, prodding his queen forward to beat up one of Harry’s knights.-Chapter 31, U.S. 716
OH RON AHAHAHA MAN DO I LOVE RON OH BOY
NOW LET US MOVE ON TO HALF BLOOD PRINCE
“Don’t you get used to her if she’s staying in the same house?” Harry asked. “Well, you do,” said Ron, “but if she jumps out at you unexpectedly, like then…” “It’s pathetic,” said Hermione furiously, striding away from Ron as far as she could go and turning to face him her arms folded once she had reached the wall. -Chapter 5, U.S. 93
Poor Hermione, Fleur is going to be the least of your problems sweetie
“It’s Amortentia!” “It is indeed. It seems almost foolish to ask,” said Slughorn, who was looking mightily impressed, “but I assume you know what it does?” “It’s the most powerful love potion in the world!” said Hermione. “Quite right! You recognized it, I suppose, by its distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen?” “And the steam rising in characteristic spirals,” said Hermione enthusiastically, “and it’s supposed to smell differently to each of us, according to what attracts us, and I can smell freshly mown grass and new parchment and -” But she turned slightly pink and did not complete the sentence. -Chapter 9, U.S. 185
RONS HAIR RONS MOTHER FUCKING HAIR SHE SMELLED RONS HAIR RONS FUCKING HAIR RONS MOTHER FUCKING LUCIOUS GINGER SHINY HAIR THAT PROBABLY SMELLS SO NICE AND CLEAN ALL THE TIME RONS FUCKIN HAIR LIKE UGH UGH I JUST UGH
“Well, what’s so impressive about that?” whispered Ron, who for some reason looked annoyed. “You are the best in the year - I’d’ve told him so if he’d asked me!” -Chapter 9, U.S. 186
Ronnnn you lookin a bit green there
“And you’ve been through all that persecution from the Ministry when they were trying to make out that you were unstable and a liar. You can still see the marks on the back of your hand where that evil woman made you write with your own blood, but you stuck to your story anyway…” “You can still see where those brains got hold of me in the Ministry, look,” said Ron, shaking back his sleeves. “And it doesn’t hurt that you’ve grown about a foot over the summer either,” Hermione finished, ignoring Ron. “I’m tall,” said Ron, inconsequentially. -Chapter 11, U.S. 219
Yes you are, you’re also jealoooouuuusssss
What did surprise him was that when Ron drew level with them, Parvati suddenly nudged Lavender, who looked around and gave Ron a wide smile. Ron blinked at her, then returned the smile uncertainly. His walk instantly became something more like a strut. Harry resisted the temptation to laugh, remembering that Ron had refrained from doing so after Malfoy had broken Harry’s nose; Hermione, however, looked cold and distant all the way down to the stadium through the cool, misty drizzle, and departed to find a place in the stands without wishing Ron good luck. -Chapter 11, U.S. 222
“You did brilliantly, Ron!” This time it really was Hermione running toward them from the stands; Harry saw Lavender walking off the pitch, arm in arm with Parvati, a rather grumpy expression on her face. Ron looked extremely pleased with himself and even taller than usual as he grinned at the team and at Hermione. -Chapter 11, U.S. 226
HE FEELS SO ACCOMPLISHED AW
“Good idea,” whispered Hermione, clearly pleased that Harry was calming down. “Ron, what are you staring at?” “Nothing,” said Ron, hastily looking away from the bar, but Harry knew he was trying to catch the eye of the curvy and attractive barmaid, Madam Rosmerta, for whom he had long nursed a soft spot. “I expect 'nothing’s’ in the back getting more firewhiskey,” said Hermione waspishly. -Chapter 12, U.S. 247
LITTLE DOES HERMIONE KNOW THAT MADAME CURVY IS GOING TO MEAN NOTHING SOON
“’Slug Club,’” repeated Ron with a sneer worthy of Malfoy. “It’s pathetic. Well, I hope you enjoy your party. Why don’t you try hooking up with McLaggen, then Slughorn can make you King and Queen slug-” “We’re allowed to bring guests,” said Hermione, who from some reason had turned a bright, boiling scarlet, “and I was going to ask you to come, but if you think it’s that stupid then I won’t bother.” Harry suddenly wished the pod had flown a little farther, so that he need not have been sitting here with the pair of them. Unnoticed by either, he seized the bowl that contained the pod and began to try and open it by the noisiest and most energetic means he could think of; unfortunately, he could still hear every word of their conversation. “You were going to ask me?” asked Ron, in a completely different voice. “Yes,” said Hermione angrily. “But obviously if you’d rather I hooked up with McLaggen…” There was a pause while Harry continued to pound the resilient pod with a trowl. “No, I wouldn’t,” said Ron, in a very quiet voice. -Chapter 14, U.S. 282
I SHIP ITTTTTT
“Harry’s snogged Cho Chang! And Hermione snogged Viktor Krum, it’s only you who acts like it’s something disgusting, Ron, and that’s because you’ve got about as much experience as a twelve-year-old!”
He did not see how he could possibly explain to Hermione that what she had done to offend Ron was kiss Viktor Krum, not when the offense had occurred so long ago. -Chapter 14, U.S. 300
HARRY YOU SHOULD HAVE FUCKING TOLD HER OK GOD JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE THE FUCKING CHOSEN ONE IT DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN FUCKING THINK YOU CAN JUST WATCH THIS WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING, BOY WHO LIVED? MORE LIKE BOY WHO CAN’T HANDLE RELATIONSHIPS
There was a horrible, swelling, billowing silence. Hermione was staring at Ron, who refused to look at her, but said with an odd mixture of bravado and awkwardness, “Hi, Harry! Wondered where you’d got to!” Hermione slid off the desk. The little flock of golden birds continued to twitter in circles around her head so that she looked like a strange, feathery model of the solar system. “You shouldn’t keep Lavender waiting outside,” she said quietly. “She’ll wonder where you’ve gone.” She walked very slowly and erectly toward the door. Harry glanced at Ron, who was looking relieved that nothing worse had happened. “Oppungo!” came a shriek from the doorway. Harry turned around to see Hermione pointing her wand at Ron, her expression wild: The little flock of birds was speeding like a hail of fat golden bullets toward Ron, who yelped and covered his face with his hands, but the birds attacked, pecking and clawing at every bit of flesh they could reach. “Gerremoffme!” he yelled, but with one last look of vindictive fury, Hermione wrenched open the door and disappeared through it. Harry thought he heard a sob before it slammed. -Chapter 14, U.S. 302
Hermione what the hell he never hurt you like that when you were seeing Krum that’s not fair, let Ron have a boo thing, you got to have yours
Ron, whose hands and forearms still bore scratches and cuts from Hermione’s bird attack, was taking a defensive and resentful tone. “She can’t complain,” he told Harry. “She snogged Krum. So she’s found out someone wants to snog me too. Well, it’s a free country. I haven’t done anything wrong.”-Chapter 15, U.S. 304
No you haven’t actually, wow you’re actually right Ron that makes a lot of fucking sense (LOOKIN AT YOU RON HATERS YOU HATE RON FOR LAVENDER LIKE UM)
“He’s at perfect liberty to kiss whomever he likes,” said Hermione, while the librarian, Madam Pince, prowled the shelves behind them. “I really couldn’t care less.” She raised her quill and dotted an i so ferociously that she punctured a hole in her parchment.-Chapter 15, U.S. 305
oH YES YOU DOOO
“Hi, Parvati!” said Hermione, ignoring Ron and Lavender completely. “Are you going to Slughorn’s party tonight?” “No invite,” said Parvati gloomily. “I’d love to go, though, it sounds like it’s going to be really good… You’re going, aren’t you?” “Yes, I’m meeting Cormac at eight, and we’re -” There was a noise like a plunger being withdrawn from a blocked sink and Ron surfaced. Hermione acted as though she had not seen or heard anything. “- we’re going up to the party together.” “Cormac?” said Parvati. “Cormac McLaggen, you mean?” “That’s right,” said Hermione sweetly. “The one who almost” - she put a great deal of emphasis on the word - “became Gryffindor Keeper.” “Are you going out with him, then?” asked Parvati, wide-eyed. “Oh - yes - didn’t you know?” said Hermione, with a most un-Hermione-ish giggle. “No!” said Parvati, looking positively agog at this piece of gossip. “Wow, you like your Quidditch players, don’t you? First Krum, then McLaggen…” “I like really good Quidditch players,” Hermione corrected her, still smiling. “Well, see you… Got to go and get ready for the party…” -Chapter 15, U.S. 313
wHAT THE FUCK. HERMIONE THAT IS REALLY FUCKING MEAN WHATS WRONG WITH YOU THAT WAS A FUCKING BITCH MOVE
“Did you have a good Christmas?” “Yeah,” said Ron at once, “pretty eventful, Rufus Scrim -” “I’ve got something for you, Harry,” said Hermione, neither looking at Ron nor giving any sign that she had heard him. -Chapter 17, U.S. 351
WAIT A GODDAMN SECOND. WHEN YOU WENT OUT WITH KRUM RON STILL SPOKE WITH YOU AND EVEN ACTED POLITE TO YOU AND WAS ONLY 14 AND STILL ACTED MORE MATURE THAN YOU’RE ACTING COME ON YOURE SUPPOSED TO BE THE BRIGHTEST WITCH OF YOUR AGE GIRL
[…] Harry led Hermione over to the spare table. “So how was your Christmas?” “Oh, fine,” she shrugged. “Nothing special. How was it at Won-Won’s?” “I’ll tell you in a minute,” said Harry. “Look, Hermione, can’t you -?” “No, I can’t,” she said flatly. “So don’t even ask.” “I thought maybe, you know, over Christmas -” “It was the Fat Lady who drank a vat of five-hundred-year-old wine, Harry, not me.” -Chapter 17, U.S. 352
rON WAS JEALOUS WITH KRUM BUT HE STILL TALKED TO YOU WHAT IS THIS STOP BEING MEAN! HERMIONE? MORE LIKE HERMEANIE
“Ron reckons I should just hang back after Potions this afternoon…” “Oh, well, if Won-Won thinks that, you’d better do it,” she said, flaring up at once. “After all, when has Won-Won’s judgment ever been faulty?” “Hermione, can’t you -?” “No!” she said angrily, and stormed away, leaving Harry alone and ankle-deep in snow. -Chapter 18, U.S. 374
“How did you do?” asked Ron, hurrying toward Harry. “I think I felt something the last time I tried - a kind of tingling in my feet.” “I expect your trainers are too small, Won-Won,” said a voice behind them, and Hermione stalked past, smirking. -hapter 18, U.S. 386
hermione stop being an asshole god dammit
Hermione gave an almost inaudible sniff. She had been exceptionally quiet all day. Having hurtled, white-faced, up to Harry outside the hospital wing and demanded to know what had happened, she had taken almost no part in Harry and Ginny’s obsessive discussion about how Ron had been poisoned, but merely stood behind them, clench-jawed and frightened-looking, until at last they had been allowed in to see him. -Chapter 19, U.S. 400
YAY HERMEANIE’S GONE SHE’S FINALLY REALIZED AW SHE DOES CARE FOR HIM AFTER ALL
“Er-my-nee,” croaked Ron unexpectedly from between them. -Chapter 19, U.S. 402
awwwwwww RON YOU SAID HER NAME WHILE YOU WERE UNCONSCIOUS AW YOU CUTIE MUST HAVE BEEN A REALLY SEXY DREAM
He stopped talking very suddenly. Lavender Brown was standing at the foot of the marble staircase looking thunderous. “Hi,” said Ron nervously. “C'mon,” Harry muttered to Hermione, and they sped past, though not before they heard Lavender say, “Why didn’t you tell me you were getting out today? And why was she with you?” Ron looked both sulky and annoyed when he appeared at breakfast half an hour later, and though he sat with Lavender, Harry did not see them exchange a word all the time they were together. Hermione was acting as though she was quite oblivious to all of this, but once or twice Harry saw an inexplicable smirk cross her face. -Chapter 20, U.S. 425
hERMIONE’S SO EVIL BUT ITS SO FUNNY AW POOR LAVENDER AW I ACTUALLY LIKE LAVENDER
“How d'you spell 'belligerent’?” said Ron, shaking his quill very hard while staring at his parchment. “It can’t be B - U - M -” “No, it isn’t,” said Hermione, pulling Ron’s essay toward her. “And 'augury’ doesn’t being O - R -G either. What kind of quill are you using?” “It’s one of Fred and George’s spell-check ones… but I think the charm must be wearing off…” “Yes, it must,” said Hermione, pointing at the title of his essay, “because we were asked how we’d deal with dementors, not 'Dugbogs,’ and I don’t remember you changing your name to 'Roonil Wazlib’ either.” “Ah no!” said Ron, staring horror-struck at the parchment. “Don’t say I’ll have to write the whole thing out again!” “It’s okay, we can fix it,” said Hermione, pulling the essay toward her and taking out her wand. “I love you, Hermione,” said Ron, sinking back in his chair, rubbing his eyes wearily. Hermione turned faintly pink, but merely said, “Don’t let Lavender hear you saying that.” -Chapter 21, U.S. 449
awwwwww *sighs in admiration*
“No joy,” said Harry, as Ron joined them. “Bad luck, mate, but you’ll pass next time - we can take it together.” “Yeah, I s'pose,” said Ron grumpily. “But half an eyebrow! Like that matters!” “I know,” said Hermione soothingly, “it does seem really harsh…” -Chapter 22, U.S. 476
hermione comforting Ron aww I wonder how she comforted him after they got together
“Ron, you’re making it snow,” said Hermione patiently, grabbing his wrist and redirecting his wand away from the ceiling from which, sure enough, large white flakes had started to fall. Lavender Brown, Harry noticed, glared at Hermione from a neighboring table through very red eyes, and Hermione immediately let go of Ron’s arm. “Oh yeah,” said Ron, looking down at his shoulders in vague surprise. “Sorry… looks like we’ve all got horrible dandruff now…” He brushed some of the fake snow off Hermione’s shoulder. Lavender burst into tears. -Chapter 24, U.S. 514
AWWW IM SO SORRY LAVANDER YOULL FIND SOMEONE WHO LOVES YOU AW, IM SORRY LAV BUT THEY REALLY DO LOVE EACH OTHER, READ SOME ROMIONE FANFIC YOULL FEEL BETTER
“Thanks,” said Harry, grinning. “And what did you tell her Ron’s got?” “A Pygmy Puff, but I didn’t say where.” Ron scowled as Hermione rolled around laughing. -Chapter 25, U.S. 536
AWWWW PLAYFUL TEASING
Ron, he saw, was now holding Hermione and stroking her hair while she sobbed into his shoulder, tears dripping from the end of his own long nose. -Chapter 30, U.S. 647
THEY SO FUCKED
SO NOW ONTO DEATHLY HALLOWS, BECAUSE RIGHT NOW ITS LOOKING PRETTY FUCKING OBVIOUS
Ron tripped dazedly toward Harry and Hermione. “You’re okay,” he mumbled, before Hermione flew at him and hugged him tightly. “I thought - I thought -” “’M all right,” said Ron, patting her on the back. “’M fine.” “Ron was great,” said Tonks warmly, reliquishing her hold on Lupin. “Wonderful. Stunned one of the Death Eaters, straight to the head, and when you’re aiming at a moving target from a flying broom -” “You did?” said Hermione, gazing up at Ron with her arms still around his neck. “Always the tone of surprise,” he said a little grumpily, breaking free. -Chapter 5, U.S. 76
“Don’t!” squealed Hermione. Startled, Harry looked over just in time to see her burst into tears over her copy of Spellman’s Syllabary. “Oh no,” said Harry, struggling to get up from the old camp bed. “Hermione, I wasn’t trying to upset -” But with a great creaking of rusty bedsprings, Ron bounded off the bed and got there first. One arm around Hermione, he fished in his jeans pocket and withdrew a revolting-looking handkerchief that he had used to clean out the oven earlier. Hastily pulling out his wand, he pointed it at the rag and said, “Tergeo.” The wand siphoned off most of the grease. Looking rather pleased with himself, Ron handed the slightly smoking handkerchief to Hermione. “Oh… thanks, Ron… I’m sorry…” She blew her nose and hiccuped. “It’s just so awful, isn’t it? R-right after Dumbledore… I j-just never imagined Mad-Eye dying, somehow, he seemed so tough!” “Yeah, I know,” said Ron, giving her a squeeze. “But you know what he’d say to us if he was here?” “'C-constant vigilance,’” said Hermione, mopping her eyes. “That’s right,” said Ron, nodding. “He’d tell us to learn from what happened to him. And what I’ve learned is not to trust that cowardly little squit, Mundungus.” Hermione gave a shaky laugh and leaned forward to pick up two more books. - Chapter 6, U.S. 94
THE TEASPOON HAS TURNED INTO A LARGE SPOON I SEE
“This isn’t your average book,” said Ron. “It’s pure gold: Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches. Explains everything you need to know about girls. If only I’d had this last year I’d have known exactly how to get rid of Lavender and I would’ve known how to get going with… Well, Fred and George gave me a copy, and I’ve learned a lot. You’d be surprised, it’s not all about wandwork, either.”- Chapter 7, U.S. 113
hE READ A FULL FUCKING BOOK ON HOW TO MAKE HERMIONE INTERESTED THIS IS CUTE AS FUCK
“I’ll pack these for you,” Hermione said brightly, taking Harry’s presents out of his arms as the three of them headed back upstairs. “I’m nearly done, I’m just waiting for the rest of your underpants to come out of the wash, Ron -” Ron’s splutter was interrupted by the opening of a door on the first-floor landing.- Chapter 7, U.S. 115
dONT WORRY RON SHE LIKES YOUR UNDERPANTS OULALA
Hermione made purple and gold streamers erupt from the end of her wand and drape themselves artistically over the trees and bushes. “Nice,” said Ron, as with one final flourish of her wand, Hermione turned the leaves on the crabapple tree to gold. “You’ve really got an eye for that sort of thing.” “Thank you, Ron!” said Hermione, looking both pleased and a little confused.- Chapter 7, U.S. 118
“But before he went loopy he was the life and soul of the party,” said Fred. “He used to down an entire bottle of firewhiskey, then run onto the dance floor, hoist up his robes, and start pulling bunches of flowers out of his -” “Yes, he sounds like a real charmer,” said Hermione, while Harry roared with laughter. “He never married, for some reason,” said Ron. “You amaze me,” said Hermione.- Chapter 8, U.S. 142
PLAYFUL TEASING THEYRE JUST SO NATURAL WITH EACHOTHER I JUST
Hermione looked pleasurably flustered, but this time Krum had not come to compliment her. With a scowl on his face he said, “Who is that man in the yellow?” “That’s Xenophilius Lovegood, he’s the father of a friend of ours,” said Ron. His pugnacious tone indicated that they were not about to laugh at Xenophilius, despite the clear provocation. “Come and dance,” he added abruptly to Hermione. She looked taken aback, but pleased too, and got up. They vanished together into the growing throng on the dance floor. “Ah, they are together now?” asked Krum, momentarily distracted. “Er - sort of,” said Harry. -Chapter 8, U.S. 147
rons jealous, harry ships it, krum respects it and romiones dancing, what’s not to love about this?
“You’re amazing, you are,” said Ron, handing her his bundled up robes. “Thank you,” said Hermione, managing a small smile as she pushed the robes into the bags.- Chapter 9, U.S. 162
SO MANY COMPLIMENTS MY OH MY RON HAS MATURED
Ron struggled for a moment before managing to extract his wand from his pocket. “It’s no wonder I can’t get it out, Hermione, you packed my old jeans, they’re tight.” “Oh, I’m so sorry,” hissed Hermione, and as she dragged the waitress out of sight of the windows, Harry heard her mutter a suggestion as to where Ron could stick his wand instead.- Chapter 9, U.S. 167
heheheehehehehehehe hermione you so sassy gurl
“That… that was…” Hermione whimpered, as Ron helped her to her feet.- Chapter 9, U.S. 171
SUCH A GENTLEMAN
“Family safe, do not reply, we are being watched.” The Patronus dissolved into nothingness. Ron let out a noise between a whimper and a groan and dropped onto the sofa: Hermione joined him, gripping his arm. “They’re all right, they’re all right!” she whispered, and Ron half laughed and hugged her. - Chapter 9, U.S. 173
im turning into a pile of mush
Harry glanced over at the dark shapes they made on the floor beside him. Ron had a fit of gallantry and insisted that Hermione sleep on the cushions from the sofa, so that her silhouette was raised above his. Her arm curved to the floor, her finger’s inches from Ron’s. Harry wondered whether they had fallen asleep holding hands. - Chaper 10, U.S. 176
Hell yeah they did
Ron glanced at Hermione, then said, “What if purebloods and half-bloods swear a Muggle-born’s part of their family? I’ll tell everyone Hermione’s my cousin -” Hermione covered Ron’s hand with hers and squeezed it. “Thank you, Ron, but I couldn’t let you -” “You won’t have a choice,” said Ron fiercely, gripping her hand back. “I’ll teach you my family tree so you can answer questions on it.” - Chapter 11, U.S. 209
IM RON WEASLEY AND MY DUTY IS TO PROTECT THE MAIDENS HONOUR
“Don’t look at me like that!” he snapped at Hermione. “Don’t you start on her!” snarled Ron.- Chapter 11, U.S. 215
IS SOMEONE BEING RUDE TO YOU FAIR MAIDEN, FEAR NOT I AM HERE TO PROTECT YOUR HONOUR, LET NO INSULT STAND YOUR WAY M'LADY
“'Merlin’s pants’?” repeated Ron, looking amused. “She must be upset.”- Chapter 12, U.S. 226
“Snape could send Phineas Nigellus to look inside this house for him,” Hermione explained to Ron as she resumed her seat. “But let him try it now, all Phineas Nigellus will be able to see is the inside of my handbag.” “Good thinking!” said Ron, looking impressed. “Thank you,” smiled Hermione, pulling her soup toward her.- Chapter 12, U.S. 228
Ron you’re such a kiss up
“Respect?” Harry repeated, but Hermione shot him a warning look; apparently he was not to argue with Ron while the latter was in such a weakened condition.- Chapter 14, U.S. 273
IM HERMIONE AND AINT NOBODY INSULTIN MY SEXY PIECE OF GINGER ASS YA HEARD
Hermione was watching Ron fret over the fate of the Cameroles, and there was such tenderness in her expression that Harry felt as if he had surprised her in the act of kissing him.- Chapter 14, U.S. 274
sOOON HARRY SOON
Ron wrenched the chain from over his head and cast the locket into a nearby chair. He turned to Hermione. “What are you doing?” “What do you mean? "Are you staying, or what?” “I…” She looked anguished. “Yes - yes, I’m staying. Ron, we said we’d go with Harry, we said we’d help -” “I get it. You choose him.” “Ron, no - please - come back, come back!” She was impeded by her own Shield Charm; by the time she had removed it, he had already stormed into the night. Harry stood quite still and silent, listening to her sobbing and calling Ron’s name amongst the trees. After a few minutes she returned, her sopping hair plastered to her face. “He’s g-g-gone! Disapparated!” She threw herself into a chair, curled up, and started to cry.- Chapter 15, U.S. 309
HE DOESN’T MEAN IT IT’S THE DARK MAGIC OMG AND HES ALREADY INSECURE AND STARVING AND DARK MAGIC OMG SO MUCH DARK MAGIC ITS NOT HIS FAULT HE TRIED TO COME BACK RIGHT AWAY HERMIONE PLEASE ITS NOT HIS FUCKING FAULT
Then a voice hissed from out of the Horcrux. “I have seen your heart, and it is mine.” “Don’t listen to it!” Harry said harshly. “Stab it!” “I have seen your dreams, Ronald Weasley, and I have seen your fears. All you desire is possible, but all that you dread is also possible…” “Stab!” shouted Harry; his voice echoed off the surrounding trees, the sword point trembled, and Ron gazed down into Riddle’s eyes. “Least loved, always, by the mother who craved a daughter… Least loved, now, by the girl who prefers your friend… Second best, always, eternally overshadowed…” “Ron, stab it now!” Harry bellowed; He could feel the locket quivering in his grip and was scared of what was coming. Ron raised the sword still higher, and as he did so, Riddle’s eyes gleamed scarlet. Out of the locket’s two windows, out of the eyes, there bloomed two grotesque bubbles, the heads of Harry and Hermione, wierdly distorted. Ron yelled in shock and backed away as the figures blossomed out of the locket, first chests, then waists, then legs, until they stood in the locket, side by side like trees with a common root, swaying over Ron and the real Harry, who had snatched his fingers away from the locket as it burned, suddenly, white-hot. “Ron!” he shouted, but the Riddle-Harry was now speaking with Voldemort’s voice and Ron was gazing, mesmerized, into its face. “Why return? We were better without you, happier without you, glad of your absence… We laughed at your stupidity, your cowardice, your presumption -” “Presumption!” echoed the Riddle-Hermione, who was more beautiful and yet more terrible than the real Hermione: She swayed, cackling, before Ron, who looked horrified yet transfixed, the sword hanging pointlessly at his side. “Who could look at you, who would ever look at you, beside Harry Potter? What have you ever done, compared with the Chosen One? What are you, compared with the Boy Who Lived?” “Ron, stab it, STAB IT!” Harry yelled, but Ron did not move: His eyes were wide, and the Riddle-Harry and Riddle-Hermione were reflected in them, their hair swirling like flames, their eyes shining red, their voices lifted in an evil duet. “Your mother confessed,” sneered Riddle-Harry, while Riddle-Hermione jeered, “that she would have preferred me as a son, would be glad to exchange…” “Who wouldn’t prefer him, what woman would take you, you are nothing, nothing, nothing to him,” crooned Riddle-Hermione, and she stretched like a snake and entwined herself around Riddle-Harry, wrapping him in a close embrace: Their lips met. On the ground in front of them, Ron’s face filled with anguish. He raised the sword high, his arms shaking. “Do it, Ron!” Harry yelled. Ron looked toward him, and Harry thought he saw a trace of scarlet in his eyes. “Ron -?” The sword flashed, plunged: Harry threw himself out of the way, there was a clang of metal and a long, drawn-out scream. Harry whirled around, slipping in the snow, wand held ready to defend himself: but there was nothing to fight. The monstrous versions of himself and Hermione were gone: There was only Ron, standing there with the sword held slackly in his hand, looking down at the shattered remains of the locket on the flat rock. Slowly, Harry walked back to him, hardly knowing what to say or do. Ron was breathing heavily: His eyes were no longer red at all, but their normal blue; they were also wet. Harry stooped, pretending he had not seen, and picked up the broken Horcrux. Ron had pierced the glass in both windows: Riddle’s eyes were gone, and the stained silk lining of the locket was smoking slightly. The thing that had lived in the Horcrux had vanished; torturing Ron had been its final act. The sword clanged as Ron dropped it. He had sunk to his knees, his head in his arms. He was shaking, but not, Harry realized, from cold. Harry crammed the broken locket into his pocket, knelt down beside Ron, and placed a hand cautiously on his shoulder. He took it as a good sign that Ron did not throw it off. “After you left,” he said in a low voice, grateful for the fact that Ron’s face was hidden, “she cried for a week. Probably longer, only she didn’t want me to see. There were loads of nights when we never even spoke to each other. With you gone…” He could not finish it; it was only now that Ron was here again that Harry fully realized how much his absence had cost them. “She’s like my sister,” he went on. “I love her like a sister and I reckon she feels the same way about me. It’s always been like that. I thought you knew.”- Chapter 19, U.S. 375
i just want to hug Ron omg no how can anyone hate him omg hating Ron is like hating a puppy look at this shit AND RARRY BROTP AM I RIGHT
She saw Ron, who stood there holding the sword and dripping onto the threadbare carpet. Harry backed into a shadowy corner, slipped off Ron’s rucksack, and attempted to blend in with the canvas. Hermione slid out of her bunk and moved like a sleepwalker toward Ron, her eyes upon his pale face. She stopped right in front of him, her lips slightly parted, her eyes wide. Ron gave a weak, hopeful smile and half raised his arms. Hermione launched herself forward and started punching every inch of him that she could reach. “Ouch - ow - gerroff! What the -? Hermione - OW!” “You - complete - arse - Ronald - Weasley!” She punctuated every word with a blow: Ron backed away, shielding his head as Hermione advanced. “You - crawl - back - here - after - weeks - and - weeks - oh, where’s my wand?” She looked as though ready to wrestle it out of Harry’s hands and he reacted instictively. “Protego!” The invisible shield erupted between Ron and Hermione: The force of it knocked her backward onto the floor. Spitting hair out of her mouth, she leapt up again. “Hermione!” Harry said. “Calm -” “I will not calm down!” she screamed. Never before had he seen her lose control like this; she looked quite demented. “Give me back my wand! Give it to me!” “Hermione, will you please -” “Don’t you tell me what to do, Harry Potter!” she screeched. “Don’t you dare! Give it back now! And YOU!” She was pointing at Ron in dire accusation: It was like a malediction, and Harry could not blame Ron for retreating several steps. “I came running after you! I called you! I begged you to come back!” “I know,” Ron said, “Hermione, I’m sorry, I’m really -” “Oh, you’re sorry!” She laughed, a high pitched, out-of-control sound; Ron looked at Harry for help, but Harry merely grimaced his helplessness. “You come back after weeks - weeks - and you think it’s all going to be all right if you say sorry?” “Well, what else can I say?” Ron shouted, and Harry was glad that Ron was fighting back. “Oh, I don’t know!” yelled Hermione with awful sarcasm. “Rack your brains, Ron, that should only take a couple of seconds -” “Hermione,” interjected Harry, who considered this a lot blow, “he just saved my -” “I don’t care!” she screamed. “I don’t care what he’s done! Weeks and weeks, we could have been dead for all he knew -” “I knew you weren’t dead!” bellowed Ron, drowning her voice for the first time, and approaching as close as he could with the Shield Charm between them. “Harry’s all over the Prophet, all over the radio, they’re looking for you everywhere, all these rumors and mental stories, I knew I’d hear straight off if you were dead, you don’t know what it’s been like -” “What it’s been like for you?” Her voice was now so shrill only bats would be able to hear it soon, but she had reached a level of indignation that rendered her temporarily speechless, and Ron seized his opportunity. “I wanted to come back the minute I’d Disapparated, but I walked straight into a gang of Snatchers, Hermione, and I couldn’t go anywhere!”- Chapter 19, U.S. 379
HERMIONE STOP RON DOESN’T DESERVE THAT
“One thing I would like to know, though,” she said, fixing her eyes on a spot a foot over Ron’s head. “How exactly did you find us tonight? That’s important. Once we know, we’ll be able to make sure we’re not visited by anyone else we don’t want to see.” Ron glared at her, then pulled a small silver object from his jeans pocket. “I was listening to the radio really early on Christmas morning and I heard… I heard you.” He was looking at Hermione.- Chapter 19, U.S. 383
TOOOO FLUFFY SO FLUFFY IT’S SO GODAMN FLUFFY
Hermione put the vanquished Horcrux into the beaded bag, then climbed back into her bed and settled down without another word. Ron passed Harry the new wand. “About the best you could hope for, I think,” murmured Harry. “Yeah,” said Ron. “Could’ve been worse. Remember those birds she set on me?” “I still haven’t ruled it out,” came Hermione’s muffled voice from beneath her blankets, but Harry saw Ron smiling slightly as he pulled his maroon pajamas out of his rucksack.- Chapter 19, U.S. 386
“The Deluminator turned out to be pretty useful,” piped up Ron. “I think Hermione’s right, I think we ought to go and see Lovegood.” Harry threw him a dark look. He was quite sure that Ron’s support of Hermione had little to do with a desire to know the meaning of the triangular rune.- Chapter 20, U.S. 395
Im pretty sure his desire was to see a triangular rune, but not the one that’s part of the deathly hallows
When Hermione returned to her bunk, Harry lowered his voice. “You only agreed to try and get back in her good books.” “All’s fair in love and war,” said Ron brightly, “and this is a bit of both.”- Chapter 20, U.S. 396
HE JUST ADMITTED HE LOVES HER YASS
“Get - off - her!” Ron shouted. There was the unmistakable sound of knuckles hitting flesh: Ron grunted in pain and Hermione screamed, “No! Leave him alone, leave him alone!” “Your boyfriend’s going to have worse than that done to him if he’s on my list,” said the horribly familiar, rasping voice.- Chapter 23, U.S. 447
GET YOUR HANDS OF THE MAIDEN, I AM RON WEASLEY AND I WILL DIE TO PROTECT HER HONOUR
“Take these prisoners down to the cellar, Greyback.” “Wait,” said Bellatrix sharply. “All except… except for the Mudblood.” Greyback gave a grunt of pleasure. “No!” shouted Ron. “You can have me, keep me!” Bellatrix hit him across the face; the blow echoed around the room. “If she dies under questioning, I’ll take you next,” she said.- Chapter 23, U.S. 463
WHAT THE FUCK RON OMG YOURE SO FUCKING PERFECT YOU BETTER HAVE GOTTEN SOME GREAT SEX WITH HERMIONE YOU CARE SO MUCH ABOUT HER OH MY GOODNESS
“Reckon she’ll let me have a bit of the girl when she’s finished with her?” Greyback crooned as he forced them along the corridor. “I’d say I’ll get a bite or two, wouldn’t you, ginger?” Harry could feel Ron shaking.- Chapter 23, U.S. 463
fucking tell me you don’t like Ron like go ahead I’ll just show you fucking this like what I can’t even ugh
The echoing bang of the slammed cellar door had not died away before there was a terrible, drawn-out scream from directly above them. “HERMIONE!” Ron bellowed, and he started to writhe and struggle against the ropes tying them together, so that Harry staggered. “HERMIONE!” “Be quiet!” Harry said. “Shut up, Ron, we need to work out a way -” “HERMIONE! HERMIONE!”
- Chapter 23, U.S. 464
Hermione screamed again from overhead, and they could hear Bellatrix screaming too, but her words were inaudible, for Ron shouted again, “HERMIONE! HERMIONE!”
- Chapter 23, U.S. 464
“I’m going to ask you again! Where did you get this sword? Where?” “We found it - we found it - PLEASE!” Hermione screamed again: Ron struggled harder than ever, and the rusty nail slipped onto Harry’s wrist.
- Chapter 23, U.S. 465
From above came Bellatrix’s voice. “You are lying, filthy Mudblood, and I know it! You have been inside my vault at Gringotts! Tell the truth, tell the truth!” Another terrible scream - “HERMIONE!” “What else did you take? What else have you got? Tell me the truth or, I swear, I shall run you through with this knife!” “There!” Harry felt the ropes fall away and turned, rubbing his wrists, to see Ron running around the cellar, looking up at the low ceiling, searching for a trapdoor.
- Chapter 23, U.S. 465
“What else did you take, what else? ANSWER ME! CRUCIO!” Hermione’s screams echoed off the walls upstairs, Ron was half sobbing as he pounded the walls with his fists […]
- Chapter 23, U.S. 466
He tilted the shard of mirror this way and that, and saw nothing reflected there but the walls and ceiling of their prison, and upstairs Hermione was screaming worse than ever, and next to him Ron was bellowing, “HERMIONE! HERMIONE!”
HOW IS IT POSSIBLE TO NOT LOVE HIM LIKE LOOK AT THIS FUCKING PART WHO DO PEOPLE NOT SHIP ROMIONE IF YOU DONT FUCKING SHIP ROMIONE YOU DONT FUCKING SHIP LOVE LIKE LOOK AT THIS SHIT I CANNOT EVEN IM SO UGH IM THIS HUGE PUDDLE OF EMOTIONS IM GOING TO CRY LIKE HERE SHE IS BEING TORTURED AND RON LITERALLY FEELS AS MUCH PAIN AS SHE DOES JUST BECAUSE SHES THE ONE BEING TORTURED
“And I think,” said Bellatrix’s voice, “we can dispose of the Mudblood. Greyback, take her if you want her.” “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Ron had burst into the drawing room; Bellatrix looked around, shocked; she turned her wand to face Ron instead -- Chapter 23, U.S. 472
ron motherfucking weasley this is so fucking emotional
Hermione was wrapped in a borrowed dressing gown, pale and unsteady on her feet; Ron put an arm around her when she reached him.- Chapter 24, U.S. 480
the angst the fluff the sweetness i cant handle it
And then he skidded around a final corner and with a yell of mingled relief and fury he saw them: Ron and Hermione, both with their arms full of large, curved, dirty yellow objects, Ron with a broomstick under his arm. “Where the hell have you been?” Harry shouted. “Chamber of Secrets,” said Ron. “Chamber - what?” said Harry, coming to an unsteady halt before them. “It was Ron, all Ron’s idea!” said Hermione breathlessly. “Wasn’t it absolutely brilliant? There we were, after you left, and I said to Ron, even if we find the other one, how are we going to get rid of it? We still hadn’t got rid of the cup! And then he thought of it! The basilisk!” “What the -?” “Something to get rid of Horcruxes,” said Ron simply. Harry’s eyes dropped to the objects clutched in Ron and Hermione’s arms; great curved fangs, torn, he now realized, from the skull of a dead basilisk. “But how did you get in there?” he asked, staring from the fangs to Ron. “You need to speak Parseltongue!” “He did!” whispered Hermione. “Show him, Ron!” Ron made a horrible strangled hissing noise. “It’s what you did to open the locket,” he told Harry apologetically. “I had to have a few goes to get it right, but,” he shrugged modestly, “we got there in the end.” “He was amazing!” said Hermione. “Amazing!”- Chapter 31, U.S. 623
ron you clever motherfucker
“Hang on a moment!” said Ron sharply. “We’ve forgotten someone!” “Who?” asked Hermione. “The house-elves, they’ll all be down in the kitchen, won’t they?” “You mean we ought to get them fighting?” asked Harry. “No,” said Ron seriously, “I mean we should tell them to get out. We don’t want any more Dobbies, do we? We can’t order them to die for us -” There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione’s arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet. “Is this the moment?” Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. “OI! There’s a war going on here!” Ron and Hermione broke apart, their arms still around each other. “I know, mate,” said Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, “so it’s now or never, isn’t it?” “Never mind that, what about the Horcrux?” Harry shouted. “D'you think you could just - just hold it in until we’ve got the diadem?” “Yeah - right - sorry,” said Ron, and he and Hermione set about gathering up fangs, both pink in the face.- Chapter 31, U.S. 625
YAASSSSSSSS YAS YAS YAS YAS YA SYAS YASY AS YASIT HAPPENED HARRY YOU FUCKING COCKBLOCKER THAT SEEMED LIKEA REALLY FUCKING SEXY KISS THAT HAD FUCKING TONGUE AND LIP BITES AND RON WAS GRIPPING HERMIONE AND HERMIONE WAS GRIPPING RON AND THEY WERE PROBABLY GOING TO FUCK RIGHT THEN AND THERE HOLY SHIY IT FINALLY HAPPENED HELL FUCKING YES WHAT ANA AMAZING KISSS I SHIP IT SO HARD THANK YOU JO
Rose, who was already wearing her brand-new Hogwarts robes, beamed at him. “Parked all right, then?” Ron asked Harry. “I did. Hermione didn’t believe I could pass a Muggle driving test, did you? She though I’d have to Confund the examiner.” “No, I didn’t,” said Hermione, “I had complete faith in you.” “As a matter of fact, I did Confund him,” Ron whispered to Harry, as together they lifted Albus’s trunk and owl onto the train. “I only forgot to look in the wing mirror, and let’s face it, I can use a Supersensory Charm for that.” Back on the platform, they found Lily and Hugo, Rose’s younger brother, having an animated discussion about which House they would be sorted into when they finally went to Hogwarts. “If you’re not in Gryffindor, we’ll disinherit you,” said Ron, “but no pressure.” “Ron!” - Epilogue, U.S. 755
theyre married! THEY HAVE CHILDREN. THEYRE PLAYFUL, THEYVE FRICK FRACKED THEYRE PERFECT THEY LOVE EACH OTHER HOLY JESUS
“So that’s little Scorpius,” said Ron under his breath. “Make sure you beat him at every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother’s brains.” “Ron, for heaven’s sake,” said Hermione, half stern, half amused. “Don’t try to turn them against each other before they’ve even started school!” “You’re right,” said Ron, but unable to help himself, he added, “Don’t get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood.”- Epilogue, U.S. 756
So there you have it. The real Ron and Hermione are cuties and amazing, and there is nothing abusing or terrible in their relationship. I don’t know what kind of fanfic some people have been reading. But this is canon Ron and Hermione and I love it. As should everyone else because let’s be real, even Satan ships it.
(Look at this little vixen just straight up ripping his clothes off. I love this concept - and this cover.)
Ashley’s Fast & Dirty Review™, because I’m a grad student who
works full time while also trying to have a personal life and I don’t
have time for that in-depth nonsense. Will probably contain spoilers.
The Plot: Madeline has social anxiety and to avoid the hustle and bustle of being a single lady on the ton, she creates a fake boyfriend and keeps up the charade for FIVE YEARS, writing him letters and lying to her family. She “kills” him and then four years later the man she thought was fake shows up in the flesh to collection his pound of flesh from her. Just fuck me up, this plot is everything.
FAKE BOYFRIEND!!!!! Hot damn, I love this trope.
“I dinna care about the color of your frock, lass. I’m only going to take it off you again.” Page 56 and I am already losing my shit. Thanks, Dare, way to help me maintain my composure.
“I dinna have any feelings, mo chridhe.” Oooooo, you are a goddamn liar Logan and I cannot wait for you to realize it! Meanwhile Madeline feels to much and it is heartwarming.
He. Wears. Reading. Glasses. And. Reads. In. Bed. (He even reads P&P!) He is a highlander GOD and giant fucking NERD.
“You may say you dinna want to attract notice. Well, I notice all of you…In fact, I’m starting to fancy myself a sort of naturalist. One with verra particular interests.” (Psst: and then he goes down her and it is beautiful.)
“Merciful heavens. Given her choice of any three words to hear from Logan’s lips, Maddie probably would have chosen I love you. But she had to admit, Lift your skirts had an undeniable appeal.”
As usual, I’m in love with the minor characters: Aunt Thea is a BAMF, Grant is so wonderful and needs protection (mine), and this whole merry bunch of highlanders and women who thumb their nose as society are brilliant and adorable.
But also, lobsters: they get a happy ending, too!
If Ms. Dare could please, PLEASE stop making me sob at the end of her books, I would really appreciate it.
The Verdict: Shocking, I know, I that I adored this book. I fell in love with Madeline from page one: shy, but ridiculously intelligent and talented and haunted by her lies and then Logan, the broken man denying himself love because god forbid he trust anyone besides his war buddies. Slow burn like a mother, even more than normal in historical romance, but so, so worth it. And so, so good.
“Please isn’t there anything else?” The man begged making demon roll his eyes. Looking around he saw the small figure in the back seat of the man’s car cutting his eyes at the man he slowly walked over to the vehicle. Bright e/c eyes stared up at him. The little girl had messy h/c hair that Crowley could tell the man and never did anything with along with her worn clothes that had holes in them. The man really did need the money that he was willing to take make a deal with a demon. Leaning forward Crowley could smell the oncoming scent of an Omega and smiled at her “well hello darling what’s your name?” he asked and saw as she look to where her father was before looking back at him “y/n.” she said in a soft whisper “and now how old are you y/n?” Crowley asked in a soft voice so not to scare her “seven but I’ll be eight soon.” she said and it was then that the alpha gave a large grin. Turning on Hill he looked back to the man at the crossroads, “her.” Crowley said making the man’s breath pick up “wha..” “you can get your money and in ten years I get her. no one is to touch her. she stays pure or the deal is off and my hounds rip you to shreds. Deal?” the man look back and forth between Crowley and his daughter before nodding his head. Crowley smiled as the man’s greed got the better of him turning back towards the omega he smiled “see you in 10 years darling.” and with that he was gone.
Ten years later…
y/n looked in on her father and new step mom that was so young she could be her sister. They were drinking their new bottle of wine for the day not caring that it was only 8 o'clock in the morning. Going to turn back around she was met face to face with the man that she thought she had seen before. “who are you? what are you doing here?” she asked as he walked closer to her “dad!” she called out returning into the room he was in. When Crowley looked towards the man dressed in expensive tacky clothes the man’s face went to pure terror “now now f/n aren’t you enjoying your money?” Crowley asked looking around elaborately decorated apartment. “you just take her and go.” he said looking towards his daughter who looked confused and Afraid. “what are you talking about? Take me where?” she cried looking between the two men “you never told her. well my dear your father here sold you to me for his fortune so I will give you three minutes to pack what you wish to bring then you come with Daddy.” Crowley told her seeing the tears beginning to all up in her eyes “no!” she cried but was cut off when the demon teleport in front of her and gave a small growl. “rule number one …never told me no. two minutes.” y/n felt her Omega instinct to submit when the alpha glared down at her letting out a sob she ran to her room and threw everything she could in her book bag. Lastly she grab the small picture that set on her bedside table a picture of her mother and her. Hearing a thud she looked to living room to see her father get thrown against the back wall and hear her step-mom scream before she could do anything the man that now owned her came up and grabbed her wrist before everything went black.
Three months later…
Y/n scrubbed away at the floor in the office wincing at the ache in her back. Crowley had brought her back to his Mansion showing her to her room he pointed to the black maids dress that laid on the bed. He had forced her to put it on watching as she undressed in front of him. Once dressed she kept her eyes on the floor until he came over and grabbed her chin tightly in his hand lifting her eyes to look at his face “you will obey me. You are mine. I own you. Do you understand me?” nodding her head he dropped her chin and left the room. It wasn’t much longer until a woman walked in she gasped at the pitch black eyes and flinched when she dropped a bucket at her feet with a sponge in it.
That was three months ago and ever since then she woke up every morning at 7 and began her daily routine of cleaning Crowley’s mansion. She never saw much of her ‘owner’ he would come and go throughout the week without saying much to her. On every visit he would come over to her without saying a thing and smell her. Sometimes he would let out a small huff of annoyance before walking away leaving her confused. It was on one of these days that he came walking in that she didn’t notice his presence. Crowley looked over at the small omega to see her sitting on the floor on her knees. Her body looked tense as she leaned against one of the walls. The bucket of dirty water sat beside her with the sponge on the floor in front of her. Quietly making his way over to her he studied her face.. Her eyes were closed loosely but her brows were creased like she was in pain. “What are you doing?” He asked making her jump and her eyes shoot open to look at him then back down to the floor. “I’m sorry…” she whispered before beginning to scrub the floor again. The alpha male watched her for a small time before bending down and grabbing her wrist to stop her movements. She slowly trailed her eyes up to meet his and saw his face telling nothing of what he was thinking. Without warning he leaned forward to sniff her neck making her flinch. Hearing a low growl she became nervous. When he stood he pulled her up with him making her whimper in fear.
Pulling her to a room she was always told never to go in she found it to be a grand bed room. Crowley went over to the bed and sat on the edge before he moved her to stand between his legs. y/n kept her eyes on the ground while he seemed to examine her. “How long have you been in heat?” he asked making her look up at him with confusion, “Pardon?” she said making him give a low growl. Shrinking inward she whimpered, “Please I… I don’t know what you mean?” The alpha seemed to study her after this until he raised her eyes to meet his. When he saw truth in them he felt guilty, “You are an omega and yet you do not know when you started your heat?” he said questionably. “I’ve never had a heat.” she answered. The news was a shock to the alpha and he shook his head before standing up. Going to walk out of the room he turned back when he remembered the girl in his room, “Stay in here.” was all he said before leaving. Looking around the room y/n felt weak, she looked towards the bed but then thought better of it and just moved over to one of the walls. Sliding down she layed on the carpeted floor and felt her eyes grow heavy.
Marching down the hall of the mansion Crowley mumbled fiercely to himself. He had went back to talk to y/n’s father only to find out that the bastard had killed himself a month ago. Talking to the whore of a wife he had Crowley had been told that they had kept y/n on a heat suppressant since she had come of age. The girl had never even been told she was an omega. Opening his bedroom door he looked around the room to see her not here. Anger filled him as he thought of her disobeying him. Just as he was about to leave the room he heard a small whimper and walked around to the other side of the bed. It was then he saw her. The small omega was curled up on the floor. She was sleeping or at least trying to through the pain she was obviously in. Her body shook and he heard the small whimpers that left her trembling lips. Kneeling down beside her he saw the tears that rolled down her face and instantly felt his alpha nature kicking in. The instincts that were telling him to care for the omega at his feet.
Standing he took off his jacket and tie throwing them on one of the leather chairs by the fireplace. Bending down he lifted her into his arms making her flinch. “Shhh it’s alright little lamb, I’m going to take care of you.” he purred to her. Carrying her into the large master bath he moved over to sit on the edge of the tub. Holding her in the crook of his arm he turned the water on with his free hand. Once the tub was filled he added the lavender and sage oils to help with her discomfort. Taking off her dress shoes he saw the small blisters that littered her feet and let out a sigh at the guilt that filled him. He had never meant to cause her pain. His plan had been to make her work until her first heat came so that when he took her as his mate she would understand discipline. He thought it would make her listen to him more, respect him, now all he saw was how depressed it had made her.Moving to undress her he heard her whimper and looked to see her looking at him with fear. She didn’t try to stop him as he pulled to dress over her head. Lifting her up he un-clipped her bra before moving to remove her panties it was then that he saw tears fall from her eyes. “No, please don’t cry dove. I promise I’m going to take care of you I just need you to trust me.” he told her in a gentle voice and saw her nod her head slowly. Sitting her in the hot bath he heard her let out a shaky breath. Once he saw her leaning against the side of the tub he moved back into the bed room. Going to the bed he pulled back the black comforter and silk sheets. Hearing a knock he went to the door to see one of his demons standing there with a large pitcher of water and a glass. Grabbing them he looked to her, “No one disturbs me.” seeing her nod he closed the door locking it behind him. Sitting the pitcher and glass on the bed side table he went back into the bathroom to see her still in the tub. Rolling up his sleeves he grabbed the sponge and brought to her back. She didn’t seem to take notice making him well aware of how much her heat was hurting her.
Once he had her clean he pulled her up to stand and helped her dry off. She was shaky on her feet and needed his help to walk to the bedroom. “What’s wrong with me?” she asked in a whisper. Sitting her on the bed he sighed. “You are in heat darling. A matting cycle that all omegas go through, normally once a month…” “But I’m a beta…” she said in confusion and he shook his head. “No darling you’re not. You are an omega, your father never told you and had been giving you heat suppressants since you came of age. That’s why you never went through this sooner.” Seeing her take it all in he watched as she shook her head. “Why does it hurt so much?” She asked and heard him sigh. “Because you need to mate darling.” She went silent after this and he decided to speak up. “It will take two to three days until it passes. During that time i will mate you constantly, it will hurt at first but then it will start to feel good and after we will be mates.” Her eyes stayed looking at the ground and he watched as she pulled the towel tighter around her small form. “So I have to be your slave and you get to have sex with me whenever you want.” she choked out in a sob, breaking his heart. “… what did I do? Why did you take me? I didn’t make that deal with you my dad did. Why am I being punished?” she cried so softly he barely heard it. Letting out a sigh he cupped her cheek. “You are not my slave y/n. I made you clean so that you would respect me. Your father was a coward of a man and I’m sorry that you had to have him as a father but I promise I am going to take care of you. I will be your alpha and you will never have to work for anything again…. How about we make a deal right now… You be my mate, my omega and I will give you whatever you want.” He told her and watched as her tear filled eyes met his. “Can you give my mom a proper grave? My dad said he was going to when he got all that money but then he just married Jessica.” Shocked Crowley nodded his head. “Yes my dear…It would be my pleasure.” Seeing her smile for the first time she threw her arms around his neck.
Crowley held her for some time until he felt her again tense up and let out a whine in pain. Knowing she needed to mate he began kissing her neck, nibbling at the thin skin. When he felt her tense he began to purr and felt as she relaxed some. Slowly he rubbed his hands down her shoulder blades to her lower back and hips. Kneeding his fingers into her hips he lifted her up and moved her to lay down on the bed. Leaning back he began stripping the rest of his clothes, looking he saw her blushing and avoiding his now nude body. Chuckling he leaned down to kiss at her knee slowly rubbing his hand up her leg under the towel. Slowly he pulled the towel away until she too was left naked on the bed. Crowley had to hold back his raging lust and remember to take it slow with her. Crawling up her body he hovered above her and kissed to her mouth. He couldn’t help the smile when this time she kissed him back. Pulling down on her chin he rolled his tongue into her mouth growling at her taste. With the distraction he rubbed his hand down her chest to cup her breast in his hand. The omega let out a small moan into his mouth when he began groping her teat. Kissing down to her other breast he licked at the pink nipple before taking it into his mouth. Sucking at the nipple he moved his hand from her breast down between her legs. Slowly spreading them he trailed his fingers up to rub lightly over her lips. It was then that she snapped out of the trance he had put her in and flinched away from his touch. He gave a small growl when she flinched away and bit down on her breast, telling her to hold still. Whimpering he moved his fingers in between her lips to rub up her wet heat, licking at the bite he had just caused when she obeyed him this time.
Crowley rubbed over her hole for a time until he finally took the chance and pushed his finger inside. The small omega let out a mixture between a whine and a moan making his lips curl into a smile. Pumping his finger in and out of her, he helped lossen her up for him. When she began rolling her hips into his hand he knew she was ready and removed his hand to line himself up with her. Kissing back up to her mouth he kissed her before pushing in, when he felt her maiden skin tear around him she cried out and tried to pull away from him. “Oww.. It hurts. Please stop.” she whimpered making him feel a pull at his heart. Kissing her neck he purred, “Shh it will stop darling.” he said as he pushed into the hilt and waited. When her crying slowly stopped he kissed her jaw and pulled out before thrusting back in. She hissed in pain the first few times until he heard a small moan leave her lips. “Good gurl.” he growled. The alpha set a slow pace at first and then slowly began picking up speed. When her hips also began rolling into his he groaned and began biting at her neck. Soon the omega was whimpering and whining in need. Feeling the base of his cock grow he pushed it into her small body. It didn’t take long for him to no longer be able to pull out, his knot locking into her pussy. The knotting was all it took for her to scream in her orgasm and cry out as he filled her with his seed. Crowley roared out as he filled her biting down on her neck, he claimed her as his own. The female slowly began to loose consciousness as her body accepted the claim. When she went limp under him he gave a purr and unlocked his jaws to pull back and look down at her, his mate. Smiling he licked at the claiming bite, cleaning the blood that was rolling down her neck. Placing a light kiss over the wound he rolled over to hold her on his chest while his knot held them together. Feeling the sleeping omega on his chest Crowley smiled, “Best deal I ever made."
Hey guys! Here’s a Fairy Tail one-shot for Gajevy requested by the wonderful and amazing @the-mysterious-redfox. She’s been dying to get me to post something so here ya go! It gets just a bit NSFW-ish at times. Please leave a comment or anything really if ya like! I love feedback.
Prompt: Blanket fort
Gajeel was sorely tired from the
past week and everyone knew it. He had been lashing out at the entire guild,
even Levy. He knew he’d crossed a line, but dammit he was upset. On his last
mission, Lily had been injured because Gajeel had been overzealous. They’d
taken on an entire dark guild together, and he was so arrogant to think his
Iron Dragon Roar would take them all down and keep them there. He was wrong.
One wizard came at Gajeel from behind as he was singing his own praises. Lily
had reacted, taking out the wizard, but received a nasty wound to his abdomen
in the process. His partner was in the infirmary and would be there for some
time, and it was all his fucking fault.
Gajeel could feel a haze of anger,
regret, and frustration build around him with every step he took home. Finally
there, he opened the door expecting Levy to give him the cold shoulder. He
wouldn’t like it, but he understood. He’d screwed up and needed to pay the
price for his actions. Walking inside his home, for the second time this week
he was wrong.
The room was lit with the soft glow
of twinkling lacrimas, and Gajeel could hear the patter of rain. It hadn’t been
raining outside, had it? Was he so removed from the world that he hadn’t
noticed? No, his clothes were dry. The large couch in the living room was piled
with pillows and blankets. The chairs had been pulled from their normal
positions in the kitchen and covered with sheets to make what appeared to be a
tent. He could even smell the faint aroma of cookie dough coming from
underneath the sheets. Had he accidentally walked into his neighbor’s house?
Was he passed out somewhere daydreaming? Then he smelled her. His Shrimp was in
the that mass of fluff and she was coming out. Levy popped her head out of the
This was requested by an anon who wanted either a 13 x reader or Missy x reader with the prompts:
6. “i know you don’t love me, but please, just lie to me once more.”
41. “prove me wrong.”
I chose the 13th Doctor because I’m in love with her and I just wrote for Missy.
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“I want you to throw out all the custard and fish fingers, Y/N!” the Doctor yelled while you pushed her into her bed.
“We don’t even have that,” you groaned. She tried to sit up and you pushed her back to lie down. She actually tried to kick you away and you had to sit on top of her and pin her down.
“Doctor, just go to sleep,” you told her.
“No! I’ve got so much things to do, let go of me, Y/N!” she yelled, fighting back. Lucky for you she was still weak from being sick all week and eventually she just gave up.
“Listen, Doc, you told me to get you in bed. You took that nasty medicine that will make you feel better and you need to sleep now,” you said, brushing through her hair with your fingers. She looked horrible, very pale and with swollen eyes. She hadn’t showered in some days.
I agree!!! Any romance authors you’d recommend that aren’t like him at all?
As a preamble, my romance reading tends to sway heavily to the side of historicals, but these are all romance novels that believe in hope and optimism even when things are hard.
Jennifer Crusie is my go-to contemporary romance author rec. She hasn’t had a release in quite some time, fair warning, but she’s got a bit of back catalog (some far back enough that it uses tropes and moments jarring to the modern sensibility, I’d give “Crazy for You” a skip) to go through. My entry rec for her is “Bet Me.”
Jill Shalvis is an author I’ve just discovered recently. Her writing isn’t stellar, but the characters feel like people you’d actually meet, and she avoids one of the major problems I have with contemporaries, which is that they feel very conservative to me. You see contemporary romances and if they’re not New York City or sometimes Chicago or LA (the homes of steamier romance or “chick lit,” which is a genre I hate as a concept but for the sake of ease let’s use it), they’re set in Idyllic Small Town, Somewhere In The South, and they, ah. Read like it. Not that people in the small town south can’t be progressive, but I’ve found very few romances set there that feel like it. Shalvis has the “Heartbreaker Bay” series set in, if I recall correctly, San Fransisco, and they don’t have that conservative feel to them.
My off-the-bat historical rec is always Mary Balogh. She tackles tough issues with hope and love and characters you actually like. Try the Survivors’ Club series first. Her new series, about the Westcotts, is good too–I didn’t like the first novel all that well, but the second one got me in the gut a few times.
Julia Quinn is another historical author, she’s great for fluff and banter.
I hear good things about KJ Charles for M/M historical romance featuring POC leads, if you REALLY want to give Nicholas Sparks one in the eye.
Courtney Milan writes some historicals and some contemporaries (though I have not yet begun her contemporary series, I just finished the Brothers Sinister a few weeks ago) and has great characters and a clear commitment to making romance novels that are progressive.
In YA, Sarah Dessen deals with difficult things (her books have made me outright sob multiple times) but again, always with hope and healing. She’s less romance-focused than some of the others, but she always does have a romance.
Eva Ibbotson’s YAs are, I believe, a few decades old now, but they tell absolutely beautiful love stories.
There are, of course, single title recs I could do, but those are some author recs to get you started.
Do you know what breaks my heart the most? Aelin, she was born to die. No matter what path in life she would wander on, whether it be Queen, or Assassin, or even an orphan on the streets, she would evidently end up dying. She would go through the suffering, and the grief. And that breaks my heart, because her life… it was never in her hands, really.
*cover made my the incomparable @jxhniarty I love you darling<3*
To keep a changeling from the mortal realm, the Blue Fairy decides to keep the abandoned Rumplestiltskin and raise him as a fairy. A mischievous, dark, mad fairy with no interest in doing anything she says or anything good fairies do. No wings, no wand, no charges to speak of, his reputation proceeds him at every turn. He is feared, he is hated, he is alone. Until he hears the call he never thought possible, a charge for him. A princess named Belle. Based on the prompt given by @thestraggletag
Rumple was good at keeping himself in trouble at the best of times. Over the following weeks, however, it was crucial that he do as much as possible to distract the other fairies from his new charge and do his best to keep them far, far away from little Belle, as well as himself.
Miraculously, it worked. No one said a word about how he looked different or his presence had changed. Even the great Blue Fairy had nothing to say in regards to the babe he’d become attached to. This could be because he’d managed to allow another Ogre war to start by granting the wish of a tradesman whilst knowing he would be trespassing with his horde and goods right through Ogre territory.
“Oopsie!” He giggled, watching the smoke start to rise on the horizon. “Suppose that made a wee bit of a mess, eh?”
Warnings: drinking, language, my horrible writing and that’s pretty much it I think… lying, also Harry Potter spoilers
Y/n would have never guessed that her life was going to end up like this. She dreamed of a family, kids, a house, a job, maybe even a dog! She totally pictured her life in another way.
But here she was, stuck with the two Winchester brothers, the two people most wanted by demons. Great!
She really liked the brothers. They were awesome after all. But she wanted to find her soulmate and settle down. But who said life had to be fair!
She took her coffee mug and went to the library. She was on a two day break after a hunt and she very much apreciated it. She hadn’t bothered that morning on her looks. What mattered was that she was feeling confortable.
Taking a seat on her favourite chair, y/n pulled out her book and started reading. ‘Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows’ was an amazing book, but she was hitting the part where Dobby saved Harry from the Malfoy’s Manor and she couldn’t leave it. It was becoming an addiction.
Sam entered the room when Wormtail was coming down the stairs.
“Y/n, I am going on a supply run. You need anything?”
She shused him and continued reading. She was so immersed on her reading that she didn’t notice him leaving the bunker.
As Dobby was diying on Harry’s hands, y/n started sobbing uncontrolably, making her body tremble. She put down the book and walked around the room in order to calm herself.
As a fast reader, y/n was almost done with the book an hour after. During the battle of Howgarts suffered as one of the characters, fought with them in her mind and, finally, broke down crying when Fred died.
She got up from the chair and tried calming herself. But how could she if she was thinking about George’s future without his twin. About Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley… she could not handle all that sadness by herself. So she looked for Sam.
She wandered around the house looking for him. When she couldn’t find him, her bookworm partner, she made her way towards Dean’s room.
She opened the door and walked in. Only to find Dean only covered by a towel.
“Oh my Chuck! I am so sorry, Dean! I didn’t mean to… you know… Hell, this is so embarassing…”
She walked right out, leaving a very confused and ecstatic Dean behind the door. She run to her room, Fred Weasley nearly forgotten, and locked herself in.
Y/n blushed madly at the mere thought of Dean in his towel. ‘Damn! He is a god, I swear. An Apolo? Damn right he might as well be even better!’ She thought.
She blushed even more at the thought of his v-line and the way the dropplets of water stained his muscles… and what muscles!
She had to forget about that. Even if she liked Dean, she couldn’t let him know about her oh-so-massive crush on him. She cohldn’t ruin their relationship! Besides, she was too shy to even make a move.
She decided on going out that night to the bar and have a few drinks by herself so she could clear her mind from the oldest Winchester.
As the day went on, y/n decided that avoiding Dean was her best option to forget about her attraction for him. She watched Netflix and scrolled through tumblr for the rest of the day.
When her watch marked eight o'clock, y/n started getting ready for her night out. She did her make up in a more elavorated way than she always did and chose an open back shirt with some jeans and heels.
She threw a leather jacket on so she wohldn’t get cold and left her room. On her way outside she found Sam and told him about her plans, asking him to join her. He refused for a night in with movies and beer, leaving her to go by herself.
She didn’t waist any time on arriving to the bar. She made her way to the counter and sat with her back to the door.
“Whiskey. Just plain whiskey” she simply asked “and leave the bottle here”
After three shots of whiskey, she started to feel warmer, taking off her jacket.
She was completely oblivious to the name in between her shoulder blaids. But someone wasn’t.
Closed the door behind her Dean releashed a breath he himself didn’t know was holding. He passed a hand through his hair and blushed.
He really liked the girl. She was cute and smart and funny and sarcastinc and shy and… yup, he was goner. He entered the bathroom again to get dressed, making sure he locked the room that time.
As he was putting his shirt on, Dean felt an itch on his back. He tried to rub it, but it didn’t go away. He couldn’t see what was bothering him. So he took a picture of his back to see.
Between his shoulder blaids there was a word writen. It simply said ‘y/n’.
He rub his face and looked at the mirror. What would he do? He couln’t put her in more danger than she already was!
He remebered hearing stories about soulmates that never met and an idea popped into his mind. He knew that only after a certain event in the soulmate’s life the name could be seen. So he would wait to see if y/n even knew about the tattoo of his name.
Not feeling really into the plan, he went to Sam after thinking about it the whole day. He also noticed y/n ignoring him.
“Sammy, I need your brains for somethin’” he stated, looking at his younger brother.
Sam left the book to his side and looked up from his chair in the kitchen.
“Sure, what do you want?” He asked after rolling his eyes.
“You know if y/n knows about her soulmate yet?”
Sam looked at him with a puzzled expression.
“Why would I know? Better yet, why would you want to know?”
Dean stared at him devating between leting him know or not. He then finally lifted his shirt over to where y/n’s name was written over.
“That’s why. I really don’t kniw what to do, Sam. Should I let her go? Should I tell her? Does she know?”
Sam stood up and looked down at his brother. “There is only one way to know the last one”
He took the keys to the Impala and drove towards the bar. The trip was tense and silent. Dean decided to see her firts and then decide on what to do.
It was true that he was already attracted to her but rumour had it that when you knew who your soulmate was, the attraction got stronger. He thought that maybe he wouldn’t feel that way.
They got to the bar in no time. Dean wasn’t feeling as courageous as he always did when aplroaching a woman. And he felt less that way when he saw how when y/n took her leather jacket off his name could be seen in between her shoulder blades. Right at the same spot as hers was.
Dean sat down on a table and stared at the tattoo, trying to master his courage to go talk to her. Just by looking at the name he felt safe. Safer thhan he ever had been.
“Did you feel this way about Jesa, Sam?” He asked. Sam looked down to over his left collar bone, where Jess’ name was crossed out with a thin line.
“Pretty much. Although I took less time in mastering the guts to talk to her” he smirked.
“You know what? You are right. Let’s do this” Dean said while getting up.
She took what looked like her fifth shot that evening and poured herself some more.
She was about to drink from it when a hand took the glass drom her hand. Rising her sight she saw Dean drinking from it.
He let the glass down and stared at her.
Something on her cliqued in a way it had never done. She looked at his green eyes and got lost in his forest.
She blushed when she realised she had been staring at him. Y/n diverted her gaze from Dean’s eyes took look at anything else.
He just smiled, placed his index finger under her chin to make her face him and kissed her.
From that moment he knew he would never want to let her go. He realiced that he couldn’t live without y/n.
That he was y/n’s and y/n was his forever.
Title: The Bet Chapter: 12 34 Genre: Angst Character: Wonwoo x Reader Cameo: Seventeen, Twice(Jihyo & Nayeon), Apink (Eunji)
Two days. Wonwoo felt like crap for two days. No one except his friends knew how he felt since he is usually always quiet anyway. Everyone knew about their break up, everyone was talking about it. Whenever he heard his name slip out of a student’s mouth, he would hear Y/N’s after and vice versa. It stung him. No one could ever imagine Jeon Wonwoo being heart broken. He was the heart breaker. But that never stopped him from getting a new ‘toy’ every other week. Y/N was the longest, standing alone at three months. Everyone was so surprised at their relationship, including Wonwoo. He was someone feared by everyone, school staff included.
Y/N wanted to break down all over again. Her best friends, Nayeon and Jihyo held her up. They were crushed when they heard what happen because they knew how much Y/N loved Wonwoo. Before they started to date, countless boys, including her seniors, have asked her out, but she has always politely declined each one of them. Y/N never spoke as harshly as she did to Wonwoo two days ago. Sure, she was beautiful, but that wasn’t why so many people liked her. She was known to have a soft heart and kind hands. No matter who you were, she would help if you needed it. She was someone loved by everyone, no exceptions.
When the bell rang, Y/N ran to class and sat down where she usually does next to Eunji and smiled at her. 10 minutes into the class the door swung open, stopping the teacher’s lecture. Everyone turned their heads to the door and saw 4 boys walking in casually with a hint of smirks on their faces the one boy came in a bit slower than the rest. His face was stone cold with a glare fixated in his eyes. Mingyu, Joshua, Junhui and Seokmin slightly bowed to the teacher while Wonwoo just nodded his head. Y/N looked back at her book and shook her head, trying to block out the sound of the teachers useless nagging at the 5. They take up the seats in the back, two rows behind Y/N. Wonwoo kept his eyes from lingering at Y/N’s back. Instead, he took out his book and flipped to the page they were supposed to do.
The lunch bell rang and Y/N scratched her head. She brought her math book to the teacher and asked her to explain the problem to her. Half-way through the explanation, Y/N looked up for a minute only to see Eunji walking up to the boys with a heart-shaped box in her hands. Eunji, with a bright pink face and trembling hands, gave the box to Wonwoo who looked up at her with a raised eyebrow.
“Is that clear enough for you Y/N?” The teacher asked. Y/N looked at him and nodded. “Yeah perfect. Thank you.” She said and closed her book before walking back to her table to take her bag and left the room.
She couldn’t stop the tears sliding down when she sat down at the end of the big library. Her small sobs were silenced by the thick walls of books and booklets. Y/N covered both her nose and mouth so it wouldn’t be too loud.
I decided to make The Bet into a chaptered Fic. I’m not sure how many chapters but let’s jus go with the flow.
Anon, I know this isn’t exactly what you asked for, but it’ll be too soon so we’ll what I can do with your suggestion :)
WE HAD BEEN EVERYWHERE. we had really seen nothing. and i catch myself thinking today that our long journey had only defiled with a sinuous trail of slime the lovely, trustful, dreamy, enormous country that by then, in retrospect. was no more to us than a collection of dog - eared maps, ruined tour books, old tires, and her sobs in the night —-every night, every night—- the moment i feigned sleep.
Hey if your still doing the thing with the quotes I think I have one for you. "Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armour yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you."
Thank you! I’m always doing these requests :D
OKAY I took this a whole different way than you had probably expected when you requested it, but this is the idea that popped into my head and we’re rolling with it. (sorry for all of your poor souls, I hope you all live through this)
Word count: 2K
Letters from Lucy
Penny’s mum had taken over the Mage’s office at Watford. It had taken her forever to clean the room out, even with the help of magic. Every time she thought she had truly cleaned out everything she would stumble across something new. There was a lot of interesting stuff in his office: Banned books, spells created by the Mage himself, old testaments and school records, but also some of personal stuff. There wasn’t a lot of it, but Penny’s mum had found a box of letters. She had been too curious to even think about that she might be invading the privacy of the Mage, even though he’s dead now.
She had taken out some of the letters, expecting that most of them would’ve been written by the Mage, but when she had looked at who had signed the letter a gasp had escaped her mouth.
Though, the even more shocking thing was that the letters hadn’t been directed to Davy. They we’re directed to a child. Lucy’s child. Lucy had a child.
She spoke of the power the child would posses, over the wonders it would bring into this world. She spoke of how she would love the child no matter what.
Penny’s mum didn’t take long to figure out who the child must be.
Simon is Lucy’s son.
I have been only pregnant with you for a few weeks now, but I already love you. I don’t know if that’s a cliché thing for a mother to say, but I really do love you.
Being pregnant is a lot harder than I thought and since your father doesn’t want me to leave our home it’s hard for me to find support in the whole process.
You’re father doesn’t want the world to know you are coming, my love. For now you will be our secrets. Our beautiful and wonderful secret.
Penny’s mum had told Penny about the letters. Lucy had a son; Simon Snow. It had to be Simon.
She had mailed the letters to the apartment that Penny and Simon shared. Penny had been in shock and she hadn’t figured out yet how to break to new to Simon.
Belle was a girl who, quite honestly, didn’t adjust to big, sudden changes very well, and it was partly due to the fact that she hadn’t encountered many over the course of her life so far, aside from her admittance to the Clubhouse. Prior to that, the only other life altering event had been the death of her mother, but Belle was still a baby when that happened and had no recollection of it. She had lived most of her life in the same house with her father, before moving to her own tiny home, but even that had been planned.
She had adjusted to the new roommate situation, albeit a little slower than others might have. She had just gotten so used to living alone since she moved away from her father, so adjusting to having someone else in her space was going to take time. She was going to be okay with this, mostly because she had been generally happier recently.
However, she was not going to be okay with the latest disturbance in her all too normal routine of a life; she had woken up that morning with her usual coffee and light breakfast routine, only to later discover that she had no idea how to decipher the words on the page of the book she had opened to read. It was as if it had all been replaced with a new language, which was incredibly off-putting to Belle because she knew several just from the number of books she had read.
“This can’t be happening…” she muttered frantically to herself, picking up the second book on her nightstand and flipping through the pages, not understanding a vast majority of what was written. With her chest burning red, still clad in her nightgown and robe, she took off out of the room she now shared with Keiton and made a beeline for the library. After tearing a couple of her go-to books off of the shelf, she dropped to the floor and began sobbing between two of the long bookshelves, a pile of books surrounding her.
Sara Farizan Is Your New Favorite Queer YA Novelist | Ashley C. Ford
Sara Farizan’s novel If You Could Be Mine, set in Tehran, Iran, follows two teenage girls, booky and serious Sahar, and her best friend, fashionable and aloof, Nasrin, navigating their attraction to each other without a blueprint for the journey.
“I need an answer from you. Please, don’t treat me like I’m silly girl, because we’re too old for that. If I were a man, would you be with me? Would you leave him for me?” Sahar pleads with Nasrin during an argument. Playing with a strand of Sahar’s hair while contemplating a response, Nasrin offers: “You wouldn’t look so bad with a beard.”
What sets Farizan apart from many of her contemporaries is her ability to create a world where an Iranian teenage girl falling in love with another Iranian teenage girl doesn’t seem more outlandish than a human loving a vampire. Her success as a novelist epitomizes many of the ideas Daniel Josè Older examines in his essay “Diversity Is Not Enough.”If You Could Be Mine exists in a book culture described by Older as much: “The publishing industry looks a lot like these best-selling teenage dystopias: white and full of people destroying each other to survive.” Farizan’s voice, bubbly and thoughtful, raises just a bit when I ask her about diversity in YA novels.
“I don’t want to touch the holiness that is Harry Potter because the fans love it, and it’s wonderful, but I do think it would make such a difference, not just to have a token minority character. None of that. Even a fleshed out character. I’m just so sick of token minority characters. It’s a disservice to everybody.”