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This universe. ❤️❤️❤️

Something to Believe In

Fic Title: Something to Believe In

Author Name: voldemorts-tap-shoes/smjl

Selected Trope: Soulmates

Brief Summary: An unusual witness sparks a disagreement between Ron and Hermione about the existence of soulmates.

Word Count: 5286

Rating: M

Any Trigger Warnings: non graphic discussions of death and murder, mentions of suicide

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Hermione hunches over the desk, her eyes skimming the familiar words for what feels like the thousandth time. Victim: Brendan Hughes. Found alone in his flat. Avada Kedavra. Nothing peculiar about the scene. No witnesses.

She can’t remember the last time she was this frustrated by a case. They’ve been working on this one for over a week with absolutely no forward progress. Any leads they had were exhausted as dead ends within forty-eight hours, so she’s sent Dean and Seamus out to do yet another canvas of the victim’s neighborhood, hoping to find something, anything they might have missed. Meanwhile, she’s back at the DMLE poring over the paltry case file, looking for any insignificant detail that may offer a clue as to what happened.

Ron returns from his coffee run and flops into his usual chair beside her. He sets two paper coffee cups on her desk, the smell of the hot beverages warring with his woodsy cologne over which is the more intoxicating scent. “Anything?”

Forgoing her usual no-caffeine-after-four-pm rule, Hermione takes a large sip of the coffee. If nothing else, letting the nutty aroma hit her nostrils might help distract her from her partner-in-crime-fighting.

“No, nothing,” Hermione replies with a sigh. She flips the case file shut and hands it to him. “Maybe you can work your magic on it. See if there’s a story in there somewhere.”

The pages flutter as Ron gives a perfunctory rifle through them. “I’ve tried. But this is seriously the most boring case ever. Even the bloke’s life was boring. Maybe he Avada’d himself just for something to do.” His blue eyes flicker up at Hermione, pursing her lips in thought, and he laughs. “You’re not really going to check his own wand, are you?”

“Well, it’s about the only thing we haven’t checked,” Hermione says defensively. “You never know.”

“Hopefully Dean and Seamus will turn something up.” Ron sets the file down and Hermione reaches for it again immediately, even though it won’t tell her anything she doesn’t already know. She scans the words again, willing them to make sense in her head. Ron, now idly twirling a quill around his fingers, seems to have abandoned all effort to do any work on the case—not that he actually works here in the first place. He’s generally more helpful than this, but they also generally have more to go on.

Hermione is about to surrender for the day as well, when the sound of heavy, booted footsteps alerts her to someone approaching her desk. “Detective Granger?”

She looks up to find one of the junior Aurors approaching her desk and does a quick glance at the shiny badge pinned to the younger man’s uniform. “Yes, Auror Casey? How can I help you?”

Casey motions to the far side of the room, where a witch about her age is waiting. She’s bundled up in a heavy coat and several scarves, though the weather is mild today, and dabbing at her red-rimmed eyes with a handkerchief. “I think you’ll need to talk to this woman.”

“Auror Casey,” Hermione starts, trying to temper the irritation in her tone. It’s not his fault that she isn’t making any progress on her case, but the interruption isn’t going to help. “They’re still teaching you how to take witness statements in the Academy, I presume?”

“Of course.” The young Auror straightens his spine as if to prove his merit. “But she, uh…she says she witnessed that murder you’re working on.”

Ron, who had been tipped back in his chair staring at the ceiling, sits up abruptly, and the legs of the desk chair make a resounding clatter against the tile floor. “That’s great news!” he exclaims. “I mean, not for her, of course, but you know.”

Hermione shoots him a brief but withering look before she turns back to Casey and lowers her voice. “None of our evidence suggests that there were any witnesses to the crime. Are you sure she’s credible?”

She’s never one to turn up her nose at a lead, but Hermione also has no patience for wasting DMLE resources on false claims. For a witness to suddenly come out of the woodwork, she can’t help but be suspicious.

“We haven’t released any details to the press,” Casey replies. “So if nothing else, she knew our victim.”

Hermione sighs but shifts her gaze back to the woman and offers a reassuring smile. It’s not like she has any other work to do on this case, anyway. “Could you set up Ms…?”

“Davis,” Casey supplies. “Lizzie Davis.”

“Set her up in interrogation, please. We’ll be there in a minute.”

While Auror Casey escorts their new witness into one of the interrogation rooms, Hermione gathers up her notes and some fresh parchment to prepare for questioning. When she turns to Ron to ask if he’s ready to go, the amused look on his face stops her short. “What?”

“This is the least excited I’ve ever seen you about a lead,” he teases. “What’s wrong?”

Ron knows her entirely too well. It’s a wonder she’s able to hide anything from him anymore. “I suppose this case has just brought out my inner pessimist.”

“Inner?” he snorts, and Hermione narrows her eyes at him..

“The whole thing has been one giant dead-end,” she huffs. “My gut is just telling me this will be more of the same.” Hermione shrugs and gets to her feet. “But let’s go find out.”

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I LOOOOOOVE this.

Whiskey on Rounds

Fic Title: Whiskey on Rounds

Author Name: Be11atrixthestrange

Selected Trope: OOTP Missing Moment

Brief Summary: Ron and Hermione skive off prefect rounds.

Word Count: 1661

Rating: General

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The sound of Hermione’s footsteps stumbling down the stairs functioned as an alarm for Ron, who was deep into his astronomy textbook. It was a relatively uneventful Wednesday night for the fifth years. Hermione had, of course, finished her schoolwork early, while Harry sat brooding on one of the armchairs pretending to study. As usual, Ron was on his own again, and burying himself into his homework was better than getting his head bitten off by their easily-angered best friend.

Without a second thought, Ron slammed his textbook closed when Hermione appeared at his table.

“Ready for rounds?”

“Yes,” he said, then added under his breath, “Thank Merlin.”

“I heard that,” grumbled Harry from his chair.

“Sorry mate,” said Ron apologetically. “I’ll see you later.”

As predicted, Harry didn’t answer. The pair had just gotten into an argument about nothing in particular, which was extra frustrating because it couldn’t be fixed. Ron was either not angry enough about something, or too optimistic about something else. Honestly, he didn’t actually know. He just needed a break. Ron turned toward Hermione who shrugged, and the pair turned and left through the portrait hole.

“He’s being such an arse right now,” said Ron, as soon as the portrait door closed behind them.

“Ron. Don’t swear.”

“You know I’m not wrong, though.”

Hermione didn’t protest, as Ron had expected. The pair had talked about this before. Ever since Voldemort had returned at the end of their fourth year, and Harry had that dreadful experience in the graveyard, things had just been off with him. They complained about it in private, but Ron knew they were both just worried for him. Honestly, this year it felt like they were his parents, constantly fretting about keeping him safe, happy, and out of trouble. Not that any of their efforts mattered.

The pair trotted through the corridors toward the east wing, where they usually began rounds, but before they reached their destination, Hermione darted down an unfamiliar corridor.

“Hermione, where are you going?”

“Follow me,” she said, reaching for his arm and tugging him alongside her.

“We usually start rounds in the—”

“Shhh.”

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How to show emotions

Part IV

How to show bitterness

tightness around their eyes

pinched mouth

sour expression on their face

crossed arms

snorting angrily

turning their eyes upward

shaking their head

How to show hysteria

fast breathing

chest heaving

trembling of their hands

weak knees, giving in

tears flowing down their face uncontrollably

laughing while crying

not being able to stand still

How to show awe

tension leaving their body

shoulders dropping

standing still

opening mouth

slack jaw

not being able to speak correctly

slowed down breathing

wide eyes open

softening their gaze

staring unabashingly

How to show shame

vacant stare

looking down

turning their head away

cannot look at another person

putting their head into their hands

shaking their head

How to show being flustered

blushing

looking down

nervous smile

sharp intake of breath

quickening of breath

blinking rapidly

breaking eye contact

trying to busy their hands

playing with their hair

fidgeting with their fingers

opening mouth without speaking

Part I + Part II + Part III

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It’s me again. Guess what trope I picked?

Title: Go For Two

Author: Edie K.

Trope: Cockblocker Harry (one trick pony)

Rating: Teen

Summary: Harry interrupts a clandestine snogging session. AU HBP

AN: Thanks to adenei for the beta help fleshing this out. And alternative title is Cockblock Inception.

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“We really can’t be out much longer. It’ll look suspicious if patrols are this late,” Hermione whispered, as Ron moved his lips along her neck.

“Just. Ten. More. Minutes.” Ron punctuated each word with a kiss before moving to a spot just behind her ear.

“Mmm, okay. Ten minutes. A lot can be accomplished in ten minutes,” she replied as she let her fingers flirt with the waistband of his trousers.

The door to their secluded second floor classroom was ripped open with a force so great that it banged against the wall.

“Fuck!” yelled Ron, turning toward the entrance.

“Harry!” shrieked Hermione, hopping off the desk she had been sitting on.

Harry slammed the door closed behind him. “Thank Merlin I found you!”

Both Ron and Hermione’s eyes widened. “What’s wrong?”

Harry panted. “Nothing’s wrong, I just… bloody hell.”

“Why are you breathing so hard?”

“I was in the dorm, watching Malfoy on the map. Since you two were on rounds, I thought it was a good time to see if I could figure out where he was going.”

Hermione sighed. “Harry…”

“By the way, what are you two doing in here?” Harry asked, looking around the dusty classroom.

Hermione flushed. “Oh, we—”

“What was Malfoy doing?” Ron interrupted.

“I don’t know! I was watching and he suddenly disappeared off the map. So then I started poking my head in classrooms and… well.”

Harry’s face suddenly bloomed a shade of red that put Ron to shame on his worst day.

“So what was Malfoy up to?”

“I didn’t find him. It was someone else.”

“What?”

“I uh, I saw Lavender and Parvati.”

Hermione’s brow furrowed. “What are they doing in a classroom after curfew?”

Harry gave a little chuckle. “Uh, snogging.”

“WHAT?” yelped Ron, voice cracking.

“Snogging?” asked Hermione.

Harry nodded.

Ron shook his head. “Wait, wait. Is this like when they went through that phase in fourth year where they were acting like they were French to impress those Beauxbatons students and gave everyone the two quick kisses on each cheek?”

“Definitely not cheeks and definitely not quick.”

“Was there tongue?”

Harry shrugged. “I don’t know. I was more distracted by the hands under clothes.”

“Oh fuck, are you seri—OW!”

Ron rubbed the arm that Hermione had just swatted.

“Don’t be gross!”

“I’m not being gross, I’m trying to assess the situation. We’re prefects, aren’t we?”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “How would you feel if—I just mean that they deserve some discretion, even if they were breaking the rules.”

Harry sighed. “I hope they don’t think I’m going to tell anyone. Other than you two of course.”

Ron’s eyes widened. “They know you saw them?”

“Yeah. I tried to leave quietly but then I knocked a set of scales off a desk and that got their attention. I just lied that I was looking for you guys and ran for it. Merlin, this is so embarrassing.”

Hermione closed her eyes and rubbed her temple before responding. “Harry, they’re probably much more embarrassed than you and maybe even a bit nervous that you’ll tell everyone. They’re obviously hiding it for a reason.”

“Hermione, will you talk to them for me tonight? Tell them I won’t say anything. I’ll forget I ever saw anything,” Harry pleaded, hands clasped together.

Ron chuckled. “How?”

Hermione shot him a dirty look. “I’ll assure them that none of us will say a word.”

Harry exhaled and nodded. “Thanks.”

“You need to get back to the common room, Harry. Ron and I will finish up our rounds.”

“Yeah. See you up there.” Harry glanced at the map before opening the door slowly and stuck his head out. Once he seemed satisfied the coast was clear, he crept out, letting the door close behind him.

Ron threw his hands up, shaking his head in disbelief. “How does he always manage to find us and interrupt us? I swear Hermione, he knows we’re together and he’s taking the mickey. That’s the third time in two weeks! At least today he had a good reason.”

Hermione glared at Ron, hands on her hips. “You were awfully interested in my roommates.”

Ron threw his hands up, lips curving up slightly. “Oi, what do you expect?”

“It’s just so cliche. They aren’t together for your entertainment.”

Ron reached for her hips and pulled her toward him. “I know but here I am, kissing my gorgeous girlfriend, who had quite the set of wandering hands when Harry burst in the door and started going on about two attractive, albeit significantly less beautiful witches snogging. I mean, you can’t blame a bloke for having some questions.”

Hermione huffed as she threaded her arms around his neck. “Such a typical man.”

Ron leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. “You like it,” he muttered against her mouth.

Instead of answering him, Hermione moved closer, deepening the kiss for a moment before pulling away. “We can’t get too caught up. Harry is expecting us.”

Ron groaned but took a step back. “So you really didn’t suspect there was anything going on between them?”

“Not at all. I thought Lavender had a crush on you!”

Ron furrowed his brow. “Why do you think they’re hiding it?”

Hermione pushed her hair out of her eyes as she considered the question. “Probably for the same reasons we are.”

Ron snorted. “What, they’re also worried Harry will fall back into his brooding fifth year dramatics? I appreciate their consideration for us.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Not Harry specifically. I just meant that they likely don’t know how accepting everyone would be of their relationship.”

“Is it going to be weird for you?”

“Would it be weird for you if it were Seamus and Neville?”

“Kinda. I mean, snog whoever you want but it would feel strange to have roommates dating. Why do you think they were in a classroom though?”

“What do you mean?”

“Draw the curtains on one of their beds, cast some charms and you have all the privacy you need. Instead, they’re in a classroom, getting interrupted by Ha—” Ron’s words trailed off as he broke into laughter.

“What?”

Ron’s shoulders shook as he spoke. “I can’t believe that Harry cockblocked us so that he could tell us about how he cockblocked Lavender and Parvati.”

“Co—honestly Ron, must you be so crude?” Hermione said, biting back a smile.

“I guess technically he didn’t cockblock Lavender and Parvati because, you know. It was more of a—”

“Finish that vulgar thought and Harry won’t be able to block anything for quite some time.”

He chuckled and took a step closer. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop. Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted? I think you said something about giving me ten more minutes.”

“I think ten minutes have passed,” she smiled

Ron tucked her hair behind her ear and let his hand linger on her face. “Don’t you know the rules? An interruption by Harry restarts the clock.

Her fingers circled his wrist as she tilted her face up toward his. “In that, I believe I said a lot can be accomplished in ten minutes.”

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A-May-Zing.

Six Weasley Weddings

Fic Title: Six Weasley Weddings

Author Name: Be11atrixthestrange

Selected Trope: Weasley Weddings

Brief Summary: Ron and Hermione attend six different Weasley weddings

Word Count: 7290

Rating: M

Any Trigger Warnings: NA

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Bill + Fleur, August 1997

The Burrow grounds had never looked so tidy. From his seat in a golden chair next to Hermione and a polyjuice-disguised Harry, Ron admired the detailed and glamorous decorations that the family spent hours setting up. Gold balloons lined the rows of seats, and a large arch of twinkling lights highlighted the altar, where his brother, Bill Weasley stood awaiting his bride.

The hard work of wedding preparations had paid off; Ron could tell by the sea of smiling faces in the crowd as everyone stood and turned to face the back of the tent in anticipation of Fleur’s grand entrance. Ron followed suit and rose to his feet as he squinted through the lights to catch a glimpse of the bride.

But when the tent flap opened and Fleur emerged, his eyes went elsewhere — to his brother standing at the altar. Hermione once told him that she always looked back at the groom at weddings, because he could never hide the emotion on his face when seeing his bride for the first time. She was right. Bill’s eyes had glazed over with tears and his face burned as red as the Gryffindor crest.

There was a time when Ron and his brothers would make fun of each other for crying, but that time had long since passed. These days it was a relief to see his eldest sibling shamelessly showing emotion. But Bill had always been like that, not oblivious to what his younger brothers thought, just unbothered. Ron remembered when Fred and George would pick on him for his fear of spiders, and Bill would look at them with pity, as if he knew something they didn’t.

And honestly, he probably did, not that it mattered. He was the one standing at the altar awaiting his half-veela bride, and although his face was murky with emotion, nothing suggested he felt undeserving. At the end of the aisle stood a confident man who was more than ready for his future.

As Fleur progressed down the aisle, Ron looked beside him. Hermione’s eyes welled with tears as she watched the bride. She looked like a Veela herself in that dress, or at least she had the same effect. He recalled his fourth year antics when he completely lost his cool around Veelas, and the overwhelming feeling that he’d never get a girl like that. He still felt that way now, looking at Hermione. And he did get a girl like that. Well, almost.

He still had work to do for that task, and the only way forward was to squash that lingering insecurity.

TIme to take a lesson from Bill, who’d never felt insecure a day in his life. Ron reached for Hermione’s hand and slipped his fingers through hers. She responded with a squeeze.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered to her, feeling the heat rise to his ears.

Hermione glanced at Fleur then back at Ron with an eyebrow raised. “Really?”

“Yes,” said Ron. “Gorgeous.”

Hermione smiled and tugged him closer. He shuffled closer to her and she laid her head on his shoulder. “Thank you. You clean up nice too.”

Ron’s ears remained on fire, but the rest of him relaxed a little. And for some reason, it didn’t feel remotely uncomfortable to stand this close to his best friend. Not one bit.

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7000+ words?!?! *immediately clears schedule*

Six Weasley Weddings

Fic Title: Six Weasley Weddings

Author Name: Be11atrixthestrange

Selected Trope: Weasley Weddings

Brief Summary: Ron and Hermione attend six different Weasley weddings

Word Count: 7290

Rating: M

Any Trigger Warnings: NA

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Bill + Fleur, August 1997

He still had work to do for that task, and the only way forward was to squash that lingering insecurity.

TIme to take a lesson from Bill, who’d never felt insecure a day in his life. Ron reached for Hermione’s hand and slipped his fingers through hers. She responded with a squeeze.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered to her, feeling the heat rise to his ears.

Hermione glanced at Fleur then back at Ron with an eyebrow raised. “Really?”

“Yes,” said Ron. “Gorgeous.”

Hermione smiled and tugged him closer. He shuffled closer to her and she laid her head on his shoulder. “Thank you. You clean up nice too.”

Ron’s ears remained on fire, but the rest of him relaxed a little. And for some reason, it didn’t feel remotely uncomfortable to stand this close to his best friend. Not one bit.

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No one asked you, HARRY!

Such a cute moment.

Thunderstorms

Title: Thunderstorms

Author: Mertronus

Tropes: OOTP Missing Moment & Cockblocker Harry

Summary: A thunderstorm shakes things up inside Number Twelve Grimmauld Place

Rated T

Word Count: 1190

No Trigger Warnings…unless thunderstorms aren’t your thing

A loud clap of thunder sounded throughout the house, and the room was momentarily illuminated by a flash of lightning. Hermione pulled the blanket closer around her as she tried her best to read through the storm, but the truth was, Number Twelve Grimmauld Place was dark, gloomy, and spooky on its own. Add a raging summer thunderstorm to the mix…

And it was downright awful.

Hermione threw her book onto her bed as another clap of thunder sounded. She looked over to the other bed where Ginny slept. Ginny could sleep through anything.

Much like your brother, Hermione thought with a sigh.

The thought of Ron had Hermione on her feet, wrapping her dressing gown around her and shoving her feet into her slippers. If a book couldn’t distract her, maybe Ron could.

Ron and Harry…

Yes, she would find the boys and they would keep her mind off the storm.

Hermione thought that the house was quiet given the amount of occupants in it…surely they weren’t all asleep already?

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Impatiently waiting for chapter 3. Fantastic story! And so happy to enjoy Bella’s writing again!!!!

Love and War

Fic Title: Love and War

Author Name: Be11atrixthestrange

Selected Trope: Cockblocker Harry (+ future fake not dating)

Brief Summary: Ron and Hermione shared their first kiss during the Battle of Hogwarts…. Or at least that’s what everyone else thinks.

Word Count: 4078 (Chapter 1 of 3)

Rating: T (Will likely be upgraded to M for future chapters)

Any Trigger Warnings: Mention of character death

Chapter 1

-The Burrow, Summer 1997-

Most summers at the Burrow were busy, but the summer of 1997 could only be described as chaotic. After a dramatic escape from death eaters and an intense week of mourning Mad-Eye Moody, the Weasley clan set out to bottle up their grief like freshly-brewed butterbeer and transform their homestead into a wedding venue. Normal Weasley things, really.

It was a hot afternoon, and Ron just needed to be alone. Well, maybe not totally alone, but solitude was better than the frantic state of his home. The bustling Burrow provided the perfect opportunity for Ron to lie low. When he was certain Molly Weasley was distracted, he crept up the stairs, tiptoed into his room, and eased the door shut, breathing a sigh of relief for an empty space. He was desperate for a moment of rest, and couldn’t risk his mother spotting him finishing a chore just to assign him a new one.

He plopped into his bed and buried his head into the pillow. Ron couldn’t help but feel his tasks were superfluous. He had only spotted one gnome during an entire morning of de-gnoming the garden, and as soon as he returned to the kitchen for a drink, his mum appeared with another chore — cleaning the downstairs bathroom. That wouldn’t have been a problem if it wasn’t assigned to him for the third time that week. Mrs. Weasley, being the worrier that she was, probably just wanted to keep her children occupied.

Ron jolted at the sound of a knock on the door. “Erm, come in?” He jumped to his feet and grabbed a dirty shirt from the floor. Having something in his hand might make him look busy.

To his relief, it was Hermione who cracked the door open.

“Hello.” Just like Ron, she shuffled across his room and collapsed onto his bed.

He had to admit that he liked the way his bed looked with her on it. “Aren’t you supposed to be putting away laundry?” he asked.

“Already finished,” she said as she fluffed a pillow under her head. “Aren’t you supposed to be cleaning the bathroom?”

“All done.”

“I reckon we should ask for another task then.” She shifted over to the side of his bed, and to Ron, it looked a lot like an invitation.

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I adore how disappointed Ginny is in Hermione in this fic (and she ain’t wrong). Cracks me up.

What's in a Gift?

Fic Title: What’s in a Gift?

Author Name: adenei

Selected Trope: OOTP Missing Moments

Brief Summary: Hermione’s reaction to her Christmas gift from Ron.

WC: 741

Rating: G

TW: None

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Hermione stares blankly at the opaque frosted bottle in her hands with the small golden top. “Perfume?” she asks to no one in particular. “But what am I meant to do with this?”

“Um, wear it?” Ginny responds, startling Hermione.

“Well, yes, but…why?”

“Merlin’s pants, Hermione. It’s a bloody good thing Ron isn’t here to see your reaction.”

“What? No! No, it’s not that I don’t—I do appreciate it, I just…don’t understand.”

“What’s not to understand?”

Hermione opens her mouth, then shuts it, then opens it again, but no words come out. The reason is there—in her head—but she doesn’t know how to verbalize it to Ginny.

She and Ron are friends. The same as they’ve been ever since Halloween four years ago. They sit together in class, do their homework side-by-side, share mealtimes, hang out in their spare time…

Oh.

Now that she thinks about it, they do spend nearly every waking moment together. But so do she and Harry! And he didn’t give her something like this. No, he gave her something practical. Something useful—not that perfume isn’t useful, she supposes—but Harry’s gift is black and white. It’s expected.

But it also doesn’t make her heart flutter in the same strange way it does when Ron sits a little too close on the sofa in the common room, or when their fingers brush during rounds.

“Ron and I are friends,” she parrots her thoughts out loud this time, knowing Ginny’s probably still looking for an answer.

Ginny frowns. “That’s…it?”

Hermione looks up, then back down at the perfume again and wrinkles her brow. Then, alarm bells sound in her mind. Perfume is not a gift friends get for each other. Especially when the recipient doesn’t usually wear it often.

Come to think of it, the last time Hermione remembers using a spritz of anything was from a sample bottle she picked up in Hogsmeade. And that was…

“The Yule Ball,” she gasps.

Hermione brings the bottle back up to her nose and takes in a long, deep inhale. It’s the same scent. But how—how could he know? Did he remember? The row they’d had after the ball echoes in her mind.

Next time there’s a ball, ask me. And not as a last resort!

There wasn’t a ball this year. What if this is his way of asking her something? But…what? And why couldn’t he just come out and say it?

Hermione’s so lost in her own mind that she hardly notices Ginny’s eye roll before she hoists herself off the bed. “I give up. I’m going down to breakfast.”

As Hermione watches Ginny go, she supposes she should probably get up and ready as well, but she can’t seem to shake the thought that there could be more to Ron’s gift than what meets the eye. Determined to find out for sure, she concocts a well-laid plan to see if she can detect any hidden meaning.

But then—of course—she runs into Ron and Harry as soon as she opens the door and everything she’s thought through vanishes. Plastering a smile on her face to hide the internal freakout, she ignores Ron completely and addresses Harry first.

“Thanks for the book, Harry!” she said happily. “I’ve been wanting that New Theory of Numerology for ages!” Then, she pauses, realizing she’s completely gushed about Harry’s gift and has no idea what to say to Ron. She bites her lip, telling herself that she has to say something to Ron. So she adds, “And that perfume is really unusual, Ron.”

Immediately, she realizes it’s the wrong thing to say. His ears turn pink and he averts his gaze, staring pointedly at the stairs. “No problem” is all he can manage, and though it sounds cheery, Hermione knows it’s forced.

She desperately wants to pull him aside and tell him she didn’t mean it like that, but with everything that’s just happened with his dad, and how Harry’s been a closed-off mess lately—even more so than usual—she knows that now is not the best time.

But there is one thing she can do. Dashing back up the stairs, she disappears back into her shared room with Ginny. She grabs the bottle, takes the lid off, and adds one spritz to her wrist. It’s not much, but she doesn’t want it to be overpowering.

Hopefully, it’s enough for Ron to notice she does appreciate it—until she gets a chance to rectify things later.

#romione #romione fanfic #ron weasley #hermione granger #ron x hermione

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Love love love. I wish it had the next scene. Not because the fic needs it but because I love takes on that moment.

Finish

Fic Title: Finish

Author Name: voldemorts-tap-shoes/smjl

Selected Trope: Weasley Weddings

Brief Summary: Ron and Hermione find time on the horcrux hunt to finish what they started at Bill and Fleur’s wedding.

Word Count: 1859

Rating: T

Any Trigger Warnings: none

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It feels like she has packed and repacked this bag a hundred times since the start of the summer. Even with magically infinite space to bring whatever they need, Hermione has second and third and fourth guessed this book and that potion and everything in between. Sometimes she worries that the beaded bag and its contents are all she’s contributing on this mission, and she wants to get it right.

As she reaches in again, her fingers snatch onto floaty fabric that she recognizes by touch alone and after a moment’s hesitation, Hermione pulls out her dress from Bill and Fleur’s wedding, letting the chiffon unfurl toward the dark and dingy floorboards. What a perfect day that might have been if not for—well, everything. Spending the reception dancing with Ron was a bright spot in an otherwise mostly dreary day, from the Minister’s visit that morning to the uninvited guests that crashed the post-wedding party. But even that…

She thought she knew how Ron felt about her, thought that they were making strides toward something more than friendship. But even though he had snagged her away from Viktor to dance, showcasing a jealousy that reminded her of fourth year and the only other time he had seen her so dressed up, there had been nothing more. He hadn’t kissed her, he hadn’t told her how he felt. Of course, she hadn’t done those things either. There’s a war coming—it’s here, really—and what the hell are they waiting for?

Hermione tosses the dress over the back of the sofa and reaches back in for Ron’s dress robes. She’s not sure why they’re still in the bag anyway, why she hasn’t hung them up in a closet somewhere under a preservation charm to keep the dust off. Of all the things that they might or might not need hunting horcruxes, she thinks it’s fairly safe to assume that her dress and his dress robes are a do not need. But they’re also the only things they have with them that remind her of a happier time. Everything else in the bag is so…tactical.

“Hey.” Ron’s voice jolts her out of her thoughts, and he raises a quizzical eyebrow at her as he enters the room. “What are you doing?”

“Packing. Unpacking. I don’t know.” She motions to the pile of clothing draped over the sofa she’s been sleeping on every night, her fingers entwined with Ron’s. That means something, doesn’t it? “I don’t suppose we have any need for these anymore.”

“Probably not.” Ron trails his fingers down the sleeve of his robes. “It’s a shame that we didn’t really get to finish the wedding.”

Hermione shrugs. “It was a lovely ceremony. Fleur looked beautiful, and at least we made it past the cake and everything before the Death Eaters showed up.”

“Oh, er…I meant us,” Ron says, and Hermione’s breath catches in her throat. “We didn’t really get to finish the wedding.”

What is he saying? Did he have plans for them that evening? Was that going to be the night, before everything fell to pieces and they were running for their lives?

He smiles at her, that lopsided grin that’s been melting her heart since she was fourteen, and suggests with a laugh, “We could always get dressed up again, and have our own little celebration here.”

Hermione chuckles too. As much as she would love to do that—to know what exactly they didn’t finish the night of his brother’s wedding—they have more important things to focus on. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Oh. Yeah, alright.”

“I just meant with the mission—”

“No, no, you’re right.” Ron gives her a tight-lipped smile. “I’m gonna go see what I can round up for dinner.”

He leaves her alone in the drawing room without another word, and Hermione sighs, wondering how she always manages to say the wrong thing to him.

She gathers up the clothing, but rather than put the pieces in a closet, she folds them carefully and places them back into her beaded bag.

Maybe one day we can finish what we started.

***

Ron’s feet are heavy as he trades places with Harry, who’s about to finish out the night watch. The winter air outside is nothing compared to the frostiness inside the tent. Not that he’s surprised. Not that he doesn’t deserve it. But he and Hermione are both as stubborn as they come, and her resolve is stronger than his.

She’s barely said five words to him since he returned to the hunt, so the sight that greets him behind the tent flap hits him harder than a stunning spell: Hermione, wearing that tantalizing lilac dress from Bill and Fleur’s wedding.

Obviously, she’s gone completely round the twist.

Ron takes a step forward into what he now realizes is a suffocating heating charm on the tent, mimicking that same stuffy August evening. Before he can raise any questions, Hermione thrusts a bundle of fabric into his arms. “Put these on,” she instructs, her tone clipped as her lips set into a thin line.

“My dress robes?” Ron asks as he examines them. “Hermione, are you feeling alright?”

“Peachy,” she snaps, the only response he’s apparently going to get. After a loaded moment without further instructions, Ron takes a step toward the loo.

“Uh…okay. Be right back.”

Hermione’s request makes absolutely no sense, but he’s not really in a position right now to deny anything she asks of him. If putting on his dress robes will get her to talk to him, it seems a very minor sacrifice to make.

He puts the robes on as quickly as he can and then heads back out to the main area of the tent, where Hermione is waiting. They’re a pale echo now of themselves from that night—clothes hanging loose from months without proper nutrition, both a bit scraggly and in need of a haircut, and a shave in Ron’s case—but she’s still the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Her expression is one of grim determination, but her brown eyes are wide and bright as she looks up at him.

“You said we never got to finish the wedding,” Hermione says softly.

“You want to now?” Ron asks incredulously, shock winning the battle against common sense. He had suggested this, only sort of joking, back at Grimmauld Place and she had shut him down. The conditions now are even less ideal, and he’s flabbergasted that she’s bringing it up.

“I need to know if I’m crazy,” she answers, and though Ron has some thoughts on that at the moment, he wisely keeps them to himself, “or imagining things. I need to know what we didn’t finish that night.”

“Hermione—” She holds a hand up, silencing him instantly.

“Show me.”

Stubbornness grips them both again as they stand frozen, eyeing each other across the room, neither willing to look away. She doesn’t know what she’s asking. She doesn’t know that he had every intent of pulling her out to the back garden to tell her how he felt, to maybe finally steal a kiss, but a combination of having fun dancing and debilitating nerves at the idea of taking that step had kept him putting it off for one more song. One more glass of champagne. Until there was no more music and no more champagne, only fear and chaos, and their focus had been forcibly shifted to other things.

She doesn’t know any of that, so what does Hermione think they’re finishing?

Sod it. She’s the brightest witch of their age. Maybe she does know.

Ron crosses the room to the wireless and gives it a couple of taps with his wand until it’s playing the soft, slow song that had been the last one they heard at the wedding. He turns back to Hermione, who holds her hand out in invitation. “Come and dance?” she whispers his own words back at him, her voice shaky as her eyes glisten with unshed tears.

He takes her hand and wraps his other arm around her waist, pulling her in close, and Hermione’s head settles against his chest as they barely sway to the music. Even before he left, they haven’t been this close since the wedding, and Ron never wants to let go again.

“Do you really want to finish this the way I wanted to at the wedding?” Ron asks softly as the song ends and then starts over. “You’re hardly even speaking to me, let alone—” He cuts himself off with a sigh. Despite Hermione being the one to initiate this, kissing her feels like a boundary he shouldn’t cross.

Hermione pulls away to look up at him, but holds onto his hand. “When you left, it made me question everything I thought I knew about you. About—us.” She takes a deep breath before continuing. “So yes, I want to know. I need to know. Unless—”

She stops, and Ron braces for her rejection. Maybe he should’ve just kissed her and not second-guessed himself. Hermione bites her lip anxiously and drops his hand, and his fingers dangle uselessly between them, still half-reaching for her. “Unless what you want has changed since the wedding because in that case there’s no point in pretending that—”

Whatever else she’d intended to say gets swallowed up by Ron’s lips. What he wants hasn’t changed at all, only gotten stronger, and he doesn’t want to wait any longer to show her.

Hermione melts against him, her hands finding their way into his hair, and kissing her feels like coming home. Every brush of her lips against his is a taste of forgiveness, and he drinks it in like he’s dying of thirst.

He doesn’t stop kissing her until he tastes salt, and he pulls away to find tears streaming down Hermione’s cheeks. She leaves her hands tangled in his hair to keep him close, though, and presses her forehead to his to whisper in anguish, “Why did you leave, then? If that’s what you wanted, Ron, why did you leave?”

Of course it wouldn’t be that easy. He never expected it to be. Ron sighs. “That’s a story for a different night, I think,” he replies, and at that Hermione does let him go with a hollow laugh.

“Of course you’re not going to tell me,” she scoffs. “Why would this change a damn thing between us?”

Ron reaches for her again, tugging at the chiffon that hugged her body like a glove four months ago but is now loose enough for him to grab an entire handful. “I just meant—not this night.” He motions to their outfits, to the purple dress and the navy robes that aren’t yet tainted with thoughts of the locket. “Let’s get changed, and I’ll tell you everything.”

Hermione trails her fingers down his lapel as she looks up at him. “Promise?”

“Yeah,” he agrees easily. All he’s wanted to do since he got back is tell her the truth; he’s just been waiting for her to want to hear it. “I promise.”

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