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onlyfreds · 2 years

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🔎 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 - a dare or bet trope with Fred x fem!nonGryffindor!reader

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A Dare or a Set-up

If there was one thing that Hogwarts never failed to have aside from magic, brooms and trouble - it was the parties.

Most of these parties were held by the infamous Weasley twins. A majority of people couldn’t tell them apart. But Y/N could.

The twins teased you that the only reason why you could tell them apart was because you were in Ravenclaw. But the truth is, you were able to tell them apart because you found Fred more handsome, more funnier and (probably biased) more sweeter than his twin.

It wasn’t mainly on the appearance, but the way you felt around a certain one of them.

“Special delivery!” Your best friend sat by the Ravenclaw table, brandishing a folded up parchment.

“Another love letter?” You asked, pouring yourself another glass of pumpkin juice, “Who’s it from?”

Your best friend shook her head, “It’s for you.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion, “Me?”

Your best friend nodded, “Yes. You.”

Still confused, you took the parchment from her and slowly unfolded it.

Though written in some sort of chicken-scratch handwriting, the letter was surprisingly legible. But what surprised you the most, was the fact that it was from Fred Weasley.

“What?” Y/B/F/N said excitedly, running to the other side of the table to take a look at the letter.

“It says that he personally invites me to the party this weekend and I should feel free to bring along my friends.” You whisper-shouted excitedly.

Y/B/F/N smiled, nudging you, “He’s looking at you.”

Looking up, Fred was indeed looking at you - awaiting your reaction. Once your eyes had come to meet his, he grinned.

Returning the smile, you looked back down at the piece of parchment in your hand.

“So,” Y/B/F/N said, nudging you again, “will you attend?”

“Of course.” You promptly answered, “Who would possibly be crazy enough to turn down a personal invitation from Fred Weasley, himself?”

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The first thing that met you upon opening the door of the abandoned classroom was the lights.

Someone had, somehow, managed to acquire a muggle disco ball that decorated the walls with multi-color lights.

You failed to recognize the music, though, somewhat a mix of rock and pop.

Your best friend had disappeared from your side the moment the two of you entered the room, very typical of her.

Walking through the room, you tried to find her (and probably give her an earful) when you suddenly felt someone collide with you.

Both of you apologized at the same time and it wasn’t until that moment that you got a good look at the person you bumped into.

Despite the darkness of the room, it didn’t take a genius to see who it was. The red hair, the charming smile, the cinnamon and firewood smell.

“Fred.” You said, giving the Gryffindor a smile.

“Y/N.” He countered, smile still not leaving his lips.

“So, how’re you liking the party?” He asked.

You smiled, “It’s amazing! I knew you threw great parties but I didn’t know you could do all this.”

“Well, George and I do love a challenge.” Fred said.

Taking another look around, you nodded, “Looks like you and George really gave it your all.”

Before anything else could be said, you heard Y/B/F/N call out your names.

“Fred! Y/N! C’mon, we’re playing truth or dare.”

—

That’s how the two of you ended up in a circle with the rest of your friends, an enchanted bottle in the middle.

Truth or Dare was just a harmless muggle teenage game, right? Nothing could absolutely go wrong with this.

How wrong you were with that notion.

The bottle spun around the circle before coming to a stop, pointing towards Y/B/F/N.

A girl you didn’t recognize gave your best friend a smile, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” Y/B/F/N answered confidently.

“What was the most embarrassing thing you’ve done in front of the person you fancy?” The girl asked.

Y/B/F/N’s cheeks quickly turned pink at the question, “I’d rather not say.”

The girl nudged a shot glass towards her and Y/B/F/N downed it in one gulp.

The bottle was spun twice more, landing on Angelina then a guy from Hufflepuff and this time, it landed directly on Fred.

George his twin a toothy grin, “What’s it going to be, Freddie?”

The older twin grew silent for a moment, before saying, “Dare.”

No surprise in that.

George’s grin even wider, “I dare you…to kiss the prettiest girl in this circle.”

You felt the heat growing in your cheeks as Fred glanced at you.

The ginger stood up, gaze still fixated on you as he went through with the dare.

Next thing you knew, he was kneeling right in front of you.

“Can I?” He asked, voice merely above a whisper.

It was as if your brain had malfunctioned as you could voice out the answer, only managing to nod.

His lips were pressed against you, cheers echoing within the circle you were sitting in as you wrapped your arms around his neck, returning the affection with the same vigor.

No words were exchanged, only the two of you smiling at each other like the most lovesick idiots (which you were).

Y/B/F/N suddenly clapped her hands together, startling the two of you, “Let’s leave these lovebirds alone now, our work here is done.”

“This was a set-up?” You and Fred asked at the same time.

“What else did you think it was?” George chuckled.

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liiilyevans · 9 months

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Ok but what if there was a rom com HP fest? What then?

#don’t mind me #just thinking out loud #liz rambles #hinny #ginny weasley #james potter #harry potter #lily evans #jily #romione #think about them #but in a rom com

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jomiddlemarch · 3 months

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While You Were Sleeping

Chapter 5

The chandelier was enormous, each crystal perfectly clear, tier after tier, every facet brutally sharp. An enormous peony with petals made of knives, Hermione saw it as a kaleidoscope, shifting and reassembling, every time with the same purpose: illumination. And death.

(She did not know one single person who was still speaking with her who knew what a kaleidoscope was.)

The angle should have been unfamiliar. She’d never looked at the chandelier in the Malfoy ballroom from the threshold, not long enough to observe it in such detail. When she lay beneath it, the agony of the repeated Crucios had blurred it, the smallest compensation for the devastation, which itself was too large and splendid a word for what it was: pain. Pain that was not intended to be borne. That took a person and made them into a carcass to be carved. Bellatrix was most efficient, combining the actions. She’d done something to the spell, so that Hermione didn’t hemorrhage from her arm, but the incisions were far deeper than they appeared and in the waning of the Crucio, there had been the undeniable sensation of being consumed, not by the heat of an acid but the more noxious, irresistible bitterness of base.

And then there was the reawakening of previous curses, the weight of Dolohov’s incantation beginning to collapse her lungs, constricting around her pericardium like a fist. She’d had every reason to gasp and could not manage it.

Draco, at least, must be spared that.

For he was the one lying on the floor, writhing and then limp, looking like a child again and then like the man he was becoming, his jaw tight, his legs pulled up close to protect his genitals. His scream she felt more than she heard, the tenor warped by his anguish, resonating along her every nerve, within her spinal cord, but the torment in his grey eyes held her; she could not mistake his desperate plea for some relief, the tears streaking down his cheeks and into his hair tinged pink with blood. He’d never called her name like this, she’d never heard it, and it was as familiar to her as her heartbeat, as her voice reciting the simplest charms. Lumos, the blinding light of the chandelier irradiating. Annihilating. His voice, crying for her, crying out—

“Hermione—"

“Hermione, wake up,” he said. He sounded close, the words brushing her cheeks and then his hand was, the one that was not jostling her upper arm. She opened her eyes. He was right there, healthy, his bright hair mussed, his brow furrowed.

“You were—I couldn’t,” she said, floundering. She tasted salt. She must have wept in her sleep. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“It was a dream. A bad dream, that’s all,” he said.

“You were hurt—”

“I’m fine. I’m perfectly fine and you’re safe,” he replied, the hand at her cheek reaching to stroke her hair.

“She was hurting you. You were screaming, screaming for me and I couldn’t stop her. Bellatrix,” Hermione said. Draco would want her to stop, no one ever wanted to listen to someone’s nightmare, but she couldn’t help herself.

“She’s dead,” he said. Somehow he’d known that was what would make her calm down. Make her feel her own steadily beating heart and the warmth of his palm against her skin. “She’s dead and we’re safe. She never—not like you, she never dared with me—”

“The chandelier was about to fall. I could see it happening. You knew, you wanted it,” Hermione said, the words spilling out but without the same frantic terror, the dread that she hadn’t woken up after all.

“Did you want it to come down? In the ballroom?” he asked.

“Maybe. It’s hard to remember. It would have been an ending and I wanted that. I wanted it to end,” she said. There was no one else who’d ever been willing to talk about the torture with her, no one she trusted. Harry had to be blithe, to go forward, and Ron couldn’t bear it. He’d cry, choking back sobs, wordless, and then she had to comfort him. Like Draco, he’d grown noticeably after Voldemort died and trying to stop the trembling in his large hands with her own smaller ones was difficult.

“I know,” he said. She wondered if he meant he’d wanted Bellatrix to stop cursing her or was remembering how much he had wanted it all over then, by any means. She shivered and he squeezed her shoulder.

“C’mere.”

He took her into his arms fully, without any awkward fumbling, and settled her with her face pressed to his chest, held in a loose embrace. She could smell a hint of the cologne he put on in the mornings, cedar and sandalwood, the clove of the tooth cleansing potion he used at night, the faint musk of his sweat. She felt she ought to pull away, back to her side of the bed, but her nightmare was still potent, the sound of his screaming ready to overtake her. The brilliance of the chandelier blinding when she closed her eyes.

If anything, she wanted to be held closer, tighter. To feel how wrong the dream was, to be convinced by his words.

“It didn’t happen, what you dreamt,” he said.

“It was worse,” she said. She meant it was worse than what had happened. What she recalled. Draco, cursed, tortured, calling for her, believing she could do something to save him.

“No. I don’t think so,” he said. He had been there, when Bellatrix was breaking her. “But terrible, in its own way. Devastating. To watch. When you want to help. When you can’t help.”

“I didn’t blame you,” Hermione said, very low, nearly a whisper. “I don’t.”

“You could,” he said. “I do.”

“Don’t. Don’t let it be something that keeps going,” Hermione said. “You said, we’re fine, perfectly safe, she’s dead. Don’t feel guilty, don’t let it still be alive between us—”

“Shh,” he murmured. “I won’t. If that’s what you want, I won’t. It was only a bad dream and anyone can have a bad dream. I have nightmares too.”

“Tell me,” she said. More than anything, she wanted to have him keep talking to her, to listen held close to him, discovering what it was like to feel his voice through his body, to overlay the melody of his baritone atop the bass of his heartbeat. She was beyond analyzing the rightness of her desires, whether she would feel a fool in the morning.

“Failure, when I was younger. Losing a Quidditch match, potions exploding, my father’s face when I had to tell him you’d come first in the exams. Again. Snape disappointed, always disappointed in me,” Draco said, seeming to recite a list he knew by heart.

“Snape never seemed disappointed in you,” she said.

“Maybe not in front of a bunch of Gryffindors. He wasn’t just my Potions professor, he was my Head of House. And he and my parents were almost friends. If anyone could be friends with Snape,” Draco said. “He didn’t mince words when we were in the Slytherin common room. Or when he called me into his class early for a dressing-down before I’d even done anything.”

“I set him on fire, when we were first years,” she said. “His robes, anyway.”

Draco laughed softly. “And he never knew it was you, did he?”

“I don’t think so,” Hermione said.

“I had dreams I could speak Parseltongue,” Draco said. “That I could understand Nagini, that we’d have long conversations and I’d start to agree with her. To try and please her—”

“Is that why you like Neville better than Harry?” Hermione asked when Draco broke off, the disgust he’d felt with himself too real; it needed to be cut and he had a dry sense of humor, he’d respond to her remark as she intended.

“Because he’s the Snakeslayer? Partly. And because he’s so kind. Also, he’s never vanquished me in Quidditch and he knows how to make a proper cup of tea,” Draco said. The fondness he felt for Neville was clearly audible and had dispersed the revulsion his memories of Nagini had conjured. She smiled to herself. “Potter stews the tea, every bloody time.”

“What about now? What are your nightmares?” she asked.

“Perhaps they won’t seem that bad to you,” he said.

“Is that a reason not to tell me? You and I, we disagree on any number of topics,” Hermione said, lifting her head up so she could look him in the eye. It wasn’t the lack of light—she would have found his expression unreadable at high noon. “I won’t judge. I won’t think you’re silly or daft or, or—”

“You ran out of words to mock me with?” Draco said. “How the mighty are fallen.”

“To reassure you. I’m not the best at that, comforting someone,” she said.

“I dream it’s real. This. Us,” he said. “And then I wake up.”

“You—what? I don’t—” Hermione felt like she was falling, except that Draco’s arms were still around her, the bed beneath them completely unchanged. Her wild magic had been relatively sedate, confined to books and the iced biscuits her parents had rationed like World War II had never ended, but maybe some children caught themselves jumping off a roof, falling from a tree’s highest branch. Maybe it felt like this.

“I dream we’re together, married. That you ask me to help with a necklace’s fiddly clasp, to make you a cup of coffee, to find the right volume of Ortolanus in our library—”

“Why wouldn’t I just use magic?” she interrupted, trying to keep her wits about her.

“Because you want me to help you. It’s easier than magic. Better,” he said. “I dream we have dinner and talk about what happened during the day, that you fuss at me for skipping lunch to work on a brief, that we have Neville over for tea with Luna and we get…held up in the kitchen.”

That pause. She knew what it meant, what he’d sidled around saying, even though she’d never imagined such a moment until he’d shared the briefest outline with her. Her back against a cupboard, his lips at her neck, his tongue on her carotid, his hand at her waist knowing, wanting. Her grasp on the Wedgewood tea-cup tenuous and then hard enough to break the slender china handle. Neville calling out that they didn’t need honey that badly, Luna hushing him, Draco laughing into the hollow at the base of her throat.

“Just that?” she asked.

“No,” he said. “No, not just that.”

“And it’s a nightmare, being with me,” she said. She knew she was wrong, but it’s what she would have thought before they came to Eguzkik. She was greedy or uncertain or both, but she wanted him to declare himself, as if he hadn’t already said enough, her remark somewhere between bravery and utter cowardice.

“The nightmare is waking up. Finding it’s a lie, a fantasy. Something I have to let go, unless I give in to being a man I can’t stand, can’t respect,” he said.

“Maybe it’s not a lie,” she said. His hand near the small of her back tensed and so did his jaw.

“Maybe it’s not something to decide after you’ve had a bad dream. When you’re tired,” he said. “Maybe in the morning, it will be nothing worth talking about.”

“You’re daft,” she said. He smiled then, a small smile that meant he understood what she was offering.

“You’re right,” he said. She felt hopeful and excited and soothed. She felt tired, like she could sleep again, the morning beckoning. “You’re pants at comforting someone.”

#dramione #there was only one bed #rom-com gets angsty #nightmares #tw: torture #hermione POV #hermione x draco #neville longbottom #luna lovegood #severus snape #bellatrix lestrange #intimacy #hurt/comfort #post-hogwarts #epilogue what epilogue #ron weasley

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jinxedgods · 1 year

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the fact that you can’t choose your animagus is so fucked up because imagine you spend months doing rituals to turn into one and you become A RAT. and its based off your personality too like that would be my last straw

#that one guy #the rat rom hag #AND ALL YOUR FRIENDS GET #TO BE BEAUTIFUL ANIMALS???#jk rowling definitely had a scrapped black animagus character that was a monkey #harry potter #ron weasley

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cheesewelsom · 2 years

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* conversation at the gryffindor common room , Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny.

Ron : maybe I'll be prophecy child?

Harry : I'm already the prophecy child.

Ron : maybe I'll the main hero?

Harry : I'm already the main hero.

Ron : Maybe I'll be the brains of the group?

Hermione : can you even recite the 3rd chapter of your Herbology book?

Ron : maybe I'll be the best friend? Moral support?

Hermione and Harry : that's great!

Ginny visibly angry and proceeds to drag his brother out of the room : think with your bloody mind.

Then slams the door.

The duo currently confused.

#harry ron hermione #hermione granger #harry potter #ron weasley #ginny weasley #Hermione and Harry being mean #Rom getting the brunt of it.#ginny is just done

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whorediaries-09 · 25 days

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i‘m craving rom weasley smut and im so happy you’re taking requests!!😩

how about ron x girlfriend!reader having passionate and hottttttt sex in the kitchen one night while they’re visiting his family. they have to be quiet because one thing about their relationship is, that they’re almost never casting a quiet spell because it’s just so exciting if there’s a possibility of being caught🤭

just imagine her on the counter and him pounding her and it’s soooo hard to be quiet!! and apparently they weren’t really that quiet because the next morning fred says „how’d you two sleep?“ with suuuuuch a big smirk on his face👀

ughhhh i love this request so much ⭐❗ ron was actually my first fictional crush. hope you like this!

heaven and back;

pairing- ron weasley x reader warning(s)- 18+ content. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- it's like that one scene in where harry and ginny were caught kissing and george was like 'morning'-

little train

' she went to heaven and back now everything is turning to black.'

the ache in your core began during dinner, when ron had been eating with one hand, and the other one buried deep into you. he slowly rubbed circles upon your clit, pumping his fingers in and out simultaneously. it made you squirm in your seat, and he surely enjoyed watching you hold back the pretty sounds from your mouth as you tired not to combust in front of his family and your friends.

but he had teased you, all through out dinner, 30 minutes of pure torture, just to leave you withering with anger and not make you finish. every time you'd feel the coil about to snap, you'd clench your thighs and the walls of your cunt and he would draw out his hand.

and by the look on his face, you could understand he did it on purpose. he enjoyed the game. two could play the game, you decided, so you changed into your 'night clothes' to join harry, ron and hermione for their usual conversation after dinner.

it was a soft silk night slip dress in burgundy. it was lined with black lace. it ended just above your knees. knowing molly wouldn't allow any of the girls to sleep along with the boys, you'd decided to wear the dress, to be a tease and take a little sweet revenge.

it had resulted in an awkward boner and a distraction to him. he sat painfully, the ache in his groin prominent, the bulge of his pants a few minutes away from being visible. he was too immersed in trying to hide his bulge that eve hermione beat him at chess. with an excuse of being tired, he called off the night, going to sleep.

you had thoroughly enjoyed the redness of his face and how visibly hot he was. if it weren't for going to bed, you were sure he'd turn into a tomato with steam rising from his ears.

but the ache in your core persisted, and try as hard you might, you couldn't get off yourself. so that's why you were awake in the middle of the night, dreaming of your boyfriend's fingers knuckles deep into you, as he wrecked your body, putting you away from the pain.

the ache travelled from your core to your throat, as you slowly gulped. you were thirsty. and the last jug of water was emptied by ginny. so you decided to be crawl down the kitchen, drink some water and sneak back right in.

initially, that had been your plan.

you surely didn't expect yourself to be sitting on the kitchen counter with ron's cock buried deep into your cunt as he pounds into you. he wraps your shaking thighs around his waist, letting him feel better, letting him go deeper.

'k-keep quiet,' he whispers into your ear. the slow sensuous way he speaks contrasts with the rough pace he wrecks you. you nod incoherently, burying your mouth into the crook of his neck, your mouth clasping onto the skin, trying to silent the moans that beg to be echo from your lips.

'just cast the s-shit- spell ron-' you say, as he removes your face from his neck, holding you by the throat. he presses onto your arteries slightly, letting the oxygen flow into your head admonish. he grins, pressing his sweaty temple against yours,

'no honey, what's the fun in that?'

the big pleading eyes of yours does nothing but turn him on further, as he rubs circles on your clit, making your toes curl and back arch. he hits your sweet spot just right, and paired with the the ruthless circles on your clit, the coil bubbles intensely within you, wrecking you slowly.

'f-fuck, so g-good. just there, ron please don't stop,' you scream, shame thrown out the window. he breathes you in, letting out a small gasp as your walls convulses around him.

'i don't fucking plan to stop,' he promises, chuckling darkly. you bite your lip, feeling the nerves tug your veins, the sensations colliding to create a beautiful ecstasy that bubbles within you, shimmying through every crevice of your body.

you scream his name, chained with obscene words as you release, the euphoria of the orgasm gripping you slowly, ruining you slowly. he releases himself deep inside you, his white hot orgasm painting your insides.

he brandishes your face with kisses, helping you off the counter and helping you clean up. with a final kiss on your cheek, he wishes you a goodnight as he descends to sleep.

the morning breeze is cool. your back still hurts from the weird juxtaposition you'd been last night, getting your brain fucked out by the one who has his arm over your shoulders, pulling you closer to his body.

he's warm, the result of wearing the jumper his mum had knitted him last christmas. his fingers are wrapped around his cup of freshly brewed tea. he sips on it slowly, letting the taste wander on his tastebuds, enjoying the silent peace.

it doesn't long though, when his older brother, fred shows up. he's chewing on a piece of bread, a big smile- no smirk on his face.

'what are ya so jolly about, this morning?' you ask, humming slowly. he stands beside ron, pressing his shoulder upon his.

'well good morning to you too. it's not a crime to be jolly now is it?' he winks. you chuckle.

'good morning, fred,' ron grumbles, rolling his eyes. fred's smirk deepens as he replies,

'good morning ickle ronniekins. how did the both you sleep?'

he knew.

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remusslove · 1 year

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Can you make a part 2 for secret hermione granger where r is snogging gently with hermione and ron/harry walk in learning about what has been happening

Part one

“We have to stop, Harry and Ron are downstairs.” Hermione said in between soft pants. That’s the seventh time she said that this morning. But she just couldn’t stop kissing you.

“Hermione that’s the hundredth time you said that.” You commented before softly pushing your lips into yours.

“I know. I know.” She said looking away and toying with her skirt.

You both sat there in silence for twenty second seconds awkwardly glancing at each other. “A more kiss?” You suggested with a grin. She rolled her eyes playfully before nodding. She giggled between your lips connecting with hers.

“Harry, Ron. Do you mind telling hermione to hurry up in there? She’s already dressed I don’t know what’s taking her so long.” Hermiones mother asked curiously while grabbing her purse and keys.

“Sure mrs granger” Ron answered as harry nodded beginning to walk up the stairs. “Thank you boys, we’ll be in the car.” She said before closing the front door.

“Hermione What’s taking so long- AHHHH” Ron screamed dramatically as harry just stood there in shock with his mouth agape.

“Shit!” You yelled under your breath jumping up from the bed and putting your jacket back on before walking to the window.

“I told you guys to knock!” She exclaimed quickly jumping from the bed and shutting the door closed.

“What are you doing?! My mother is going to see you! Just sit down!” She yelled in a hush whisper. “We we’re just trying to tell you that your moms waiting for you! And who’s even is that?!“ hermione groaned at Ron’s questions not wanting to explain to them about your guys’s relationship.

“She’s my girlfriend okay?! And you better not tell anybody or else I’m telling them about how you guys stole mr. Weasleys car!” She accused them. They gasped in guiltiness before agreeing to her demands.

She slowly opened the door as they awkwardly walked in. “What plans do you have with our bestfriend?” Harry asked crossing his arms with suspicion before eyeing you up and down like an investigator.

She groaned closing the door and sitting back down on the bed next to you.

“To date her. And kiss her. And-” “how long has this been happening?” Ron questioned looking at hermione to answer his question this time. “A few weeks no big deal.” She tried to brush it off.

“No big deal?! Your dating someone hermione! Your not even allowed to!” He said before a loud honk was heard. “We gotta go, you can explain when we get back from my house.” Harry said.

“Ok.” She agreed nodding. “Alright I’m leaving so go out through the gate not the backdoor. It has an alarm after it’s been locked. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She said placing a kiss on your cheek.

Causing Harry to gag and rom to pretend to vomit. You grinned at her before winking at them causing them to glare at you.

That’s gonna be a great car ride for hermione.

#hermione granger x you #hermione x y/n #hermione x you #hermione granger x reader #hermione granger x y/n #hermione granger imagine #hermione x reader

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whinlatter · 8 months

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reading | listening | writing | summer '23

sulking in bed with tonsillitis - never had it before, thought i was built different, crushed to discover i am, in fact, built the same (sickly). so thought was overdue a share of some of the fics i have loved that i've read these past few months (even though my TBR remains colossal), as well as some tune/travel updates, a lil writing check in, and a lil sneak peek of chapter eight of Beasts because the ex boyfriends are back, baby!!!

Reading

Bookbinding by @saintsenara (Myrtle/Tom Riddle, AU, 35k, multi-chapter, completed)

look. this is how it's going to go. i'm going to say myrtle/tom riddle AU, you're going to say 'are you right in the head you're a canon compliant girlie kindly get a grip on yourself'. but then you're going to click the link, and read it, and then you'll be chuckling and filled with boundless delight and want to read this stonkingly well-written properly funny rich magical little fic all over again as soon as you've finished and you'll have me to thank for it. it's a rom-com, people. dare you not to be enchanted. their ship name is literally tyrtle? the tag is 'she said: I can fix him! and she's right'. (and then you're going to read this hinny one, also by @saintsenara as a gift to me as a delectable chaser and lose your mind!)

everything i am is yours by @brightlybound (Hinny, AU, 4k, oneshot)

remember when i was like, AUs, not my bag! and then i read a load of AUs and realised i was talking out of my arse? weird. anyway, here is a lovely little hinny AU that i've gone back to a bunch because it's just really beautifully written and deeply charming and actually does something a lot of muggle AUs don't always do, which is play with harry's characterisation ever so deftly to say, hey, harry is harry, but if nothing bad had happened to him and james and lily lived, he'd be a little bit different, wouldn't he? this harry is our harry, but he's just that bit more confident, that bit more capable of digging an active flirt out of his back pocket. and that makes me happy!

The Last Something That Meant Anything by anonymous (Percy POV, Percy/Audrey and Percy/Oliver, short multichapter, 21k, completed)

i have a lot of percy thoughts these days. fanon percy, steeped in weasley bashing, doesn't do very much for me, so i really loved this belter of a percy character study that considers him both within and apart from his family in a way that attends to his trauma and inner life, but also shows the truth: he's not doing well, he does fuck up with a big moral lapse, and then he has work to do - interesting, deep, personal work - to make it right. please check the tags with this one, as it does contain reference to SA, but really do recommend a read if you feel able.

haunted mansion by @bronzeagepizzeria (Sirius-POV, 1.5k, oneshot)

this brilliant short fic really left me with so many sirius feelings: it just gets the claustrophobia and the grief of sirius' last year alive exactly right, and it just has these fabulous cameos that have detonated a thousand deep sirius thought bombs in my head forever. l o v e d it

perpendicular by akissinacrisis (Hinny, AU, 4.5k, oneshot)

harry/ginny AU, where harry goes to stonewall high and meets ginny at a party. it's so tender and beautiful and stiff and sad and understated, and it's really stayed with me. also it does what all good hinny fics must do (have them chatting. just talking, hanging out, shooting the shit together. they just love to chat, those two lil magnets snapping to each other).

empire builders by she-crow (Prongsfoot, possibly canon-compliant but technically AU I guess, 25k oneshot)

i read this laid out beside a lake and needed at least four more days of lying by a lake to think about it. it's a) one of the most beautiful fics i've ever read b) rip your heart out and staple it heart-wrenching and good and c) some of the best sirius and james characterisations i've read that really serves as a manifesto for playing around with marauders multiships to really different characters in such different lights. the other beauty of it is that it could be canon-compliant? like it could be read as a fabulous doomed tragic love affair between two boys completely infatuated with each other and not sure where to put it. and i think that's kind of gorgeous. so yeah uhh big fan

Notes from the Ravenclaw Bulletin Board by lostrobin (Gen, 11k, completed)

this is a fic told through (very funny) little notes on the ravenclaw bulletin board. been thinking a lot about different house dynamics atm and this a) made me laugh out loud and b) really think, you know who is really sound? those ravenclaw kids. love those bookworms. the crookshanks and fred and george cameos really make this, too. you'll zip through it and you'll giggle. there's nothing more to it!

Listening (while out and about)

i went outside and it looked like this (i like lakes):

and i listened to things like this:

pink light by muna (saw em live, lost my mind!) | space invader by the national (anthemic) | mountain by the joy (they're too good) | the greater wings (album) by julie byrne (literally stunning) | gorilla by lil simz (best beanie man sample of all time?)

Writing

other than this birthday microfic for mr potter, a bit of tinkering and dawdling with other misc projects that i pick up and put down over and over again, and my usual meta nonsense, i've just been writing Beasts! put four chapters out since last check-in, and am hard at work on chapter eight, which has some of my favourite scenes in the fic so far. we're gearing up for some chapters away from the castle (writing the winter break chapters in august. what am i like!) and some scenes i've been sat on for ages and some others that i'm having so so so much fun writing. i'm a michael corner stan now? who knew?

She lugs the trunk off the bus at the final stop and traipses around the warren of streets in Soho for a while, looking for the address written on the piece of parchment clutched in her hand. Finally, she finds the building, battered door with the doorbell hanging half off, and stands awkwardly in the street, catching her breath, until the machine crackles and a familiar deep voice says: ‘Hello?’ 'Hi, it’s me.’ She clears her throat. ‘It’s Ginny, I mean.’ ‘Oh, hi. Come on up.’ The hallway has an unmistakably damp, squat-like feel about it. Loud laughter spills out of the flat on the first floor, and a group of uni students, squabbling amicably among themselves, parade past her on the second floor staircase as she rings the doorbell and loiters in the corridor, feeling hopelessly out of place. ‘Your hair’s so nice!’ one girl with thick black boots and a face full of piercings says admiringly as she passes by, just as the door to the flat swings open. ‘Oh, good, you found it. I wasn’t sure you’d be able to.’ ‘Why wouldn’t I be able to?’ Michael rolls his eyes. ‘You know, Ginny, seen as it's Christmas, maybe we could try not to argue before you’ve even set foot in my flat.'

okay, one more 🕺

THE BOYS OF 12 GRIMMAULD PLACE INVITE YOU TO THE NEW YEAR’S PARTY OF THE CENTURY Eight til late, BYOB because we’re skint THE THEME: ‘MUGGLE MAGIC’ (BRING OUT THE MUGGLE IN YOU - BECAUSE MUGGLES ARE MAGIC, TOO!)

#fic rec #writing #beasts #and other things #god these fics are all so fucking good #i wish i could read them for the first time again #but i will have to settle for the nineteenth time each #sometimes life comes at you fast #and by life i mean 'accidentally becoming a michael corner stan'#did someone say lovable grouch on a hero arc #(it's me. i said that)#hinny #prongsfoot #percy/oliver wood

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author self-recommendation

thank you so much for the tag (quite a long time in the past...) @ashesandhackles!

when you get this, reply with your five favourite fics that you've written. then pass it on to five other writers. spread some self love.

did i laugh at self love? the answer is yes.

these are my five (and by five i mean six) favourite complete fics - obviously i’m sufficiently fond of my wips to keep coming back to them, no mean feat for someone with attention deficit hyperactivity disorder - and i’m hyped to get to showcase them.

bookbinding

tom riddle/myrtle warren teen | 35k words

lord voldemort and moaning myrtle in a rom-com - and especially a rom-com with a happy ending - may not appear to be the instinctive response to a prompt from @ladiesofhpfest asking for heartthrobs and heartaches. and yet, when i started writing it i couldn’t stop. my profound affection for dear old tom marvolo riddle is well known, but i’ve also always been very fond of myrtle, and i really dislike the way she’s treated in the canon narrative - especially, as i’ve said before, the fact that she is one of the worst victims of jkr’s tendency to use a lack of conventional physical attractiveness (and, in particular, fatness) to indicate characters the reader is not supposed to root for.

i like the fact that the glimpses of myrtle we see in the series - when she’s not shrieking (behaviour, may i say, i find relatable) - show someone who has lots of admirable traits, which are only poorly expressed because she’s forever fourteen (can you imagine). she’s kind, she’s perceptive, she’s strong-willed, she’s sensitive, she’s assertive. on the other hand, she’s clearly very lonely, she can be extremely clingy, she’s unhappy at hogwarts, she’s insecure. she’s also someone with a bit of a cruel streak, who clearly understands the impulse to externalise one’s own self-loathing onto other people.

in other words, she’s tom’s dream girl. once she’s worn him down a bit.

i loved writing this, i made myself chuckle self-indulgently on multiple occasions, i have teared up at dozens of the comments i have received about it (someone made a reddit post recommending it at exactly the moment i was leaving a horrendous day at work and i was on the train howling like myrtle in her u-bend), and i like to imagine the two of them are still happy nonagenarians in some universe somewhere.

everlasting ink

harry potter/ginny weasley teen | 6k words

this was a gift for @whinlatter, because she is a sweetie-pie. it was also a gift for me - not only because it was lovely to write, but because it enabled me to indulge in one of my favourite emotions: spite.

i am on the record as not being a fan of hinny. there are several reasons for this, some sillier than others, but one major one is that harry’s idealisation of ginny within the seven book canon into a place of comfort and safety is pretty fucking condescending. harry never acknowledges in the text that ginny spends deathly hallows as a resistance leader in her own right, he's constantly trying to direct her away from the fighting despite acknowledging generally that she is a talented duellist, he associates her primarily with the safe-space of the burrow, he breaks up with her ‘for her own protection’ without offering her a choice in the matter, he doesn’t welcome her into his intensely co-dependent relationship with ron and hermione, and - and i think this really is the kicker - he's incredibly dismissive of her experience with tom riddle. indeed, harry separates the voldemort of canon out into two people: there’s tom, who is an orphan, and is hot, and whom harry pities; and there's voldemort, who has red eyes, no nose, and killed his parents. but ginny can’t have these two separate people in her head. the horror she experienced came at the hands of the pretty, charming, sympathetic voldemort - and harry really doesn’t get that. and sure, by the epilogue harry and ginny appear to have ended up in a happy, equal marriage. but the text never shows us how they get there, and i think it’s perfectly plausible to write stuff in which they don’t.

which is to say, i published an extremely tongue-in-cheek post saying this, and several hinny fans were amusingly passive-aggressive about it. undoubtedly they thought my position as a tomarry defender had scrambled my brain and i couldn’t see the beauty with which the complex parts of their favourite ship could be written.

so i did it. six thousand words on ginny and harry learning to function as a couple among the dust of war and grief, featuring ginny’s complicated feelings on how harry sees her, voldemort, being a daughter and a mother, relating to ron and hermione, heredity, love, and what being a family really means. i enjoyed writing it, and the chance it gave me to think from the other side about what hinny would need to work, how the characterisations of harry and ginny (and voldemort!) i typically write could be nuanced, and what trauma looks like in the immediate aftermath of the battle of hogwarts. and i also enjoyed writing it to prove that i could.

that i have received no reciprocal tomarry in return has been noted…

leather

nymphadora tonks/multiple explicit | 3k words

this was something which spiralled out of a conversation with @evesaintyves around the blind-spots many of us have as authors when thinking about sexuality and gender identity - and especially how those blind-spots become particularly pronounced when they come up against canon compliancy. initially, we were talking about hinny - and the fact that keeping them as end-game has absolutely no reason to prevent either of them identifying as queer, either of them exploring their sexuality or gender identity within their relationship, or, indeed, either of them still understanding themselves as cisgender by the time the epilogue takes place - but we then moved on to talking about tonks, and how the readably queer aspects of her canon characterisation (at least in order of the phoenix) are treated within many of the popular ships which feature her, and, in particular, how both her and lupin’s (potential) queerness is sometimes obscured within end-game remadora. there are numerous reasons for this, and the vast majority are - of course - the result of gentle, human fallibility rather than maliciousness, but it set me to thinking…

so here we have a canon-compliant look at tonks looking at herself, exploring her sexuality, becoming comfortable with her gender, and thinking about how her metamorphing would impact how she understands both of those things, shot through with the hedonistic paradise of the lesbian bar and the tight hold of leather.

lux aurumque

sirius black & james potter teen | 3.5k words

sirius’ last days of normality, before he is betrayed by wormtail, haunt me. the idea of this poor lad, who is absolutely convinced he’s pulled a blinder which will keep the man he loves safe - even if it results in his own death - having that certainty pulled out from under him is just devastating. no wonder he couldn’t stop laughing at the grim absurdity of it all as they carried him off to azkaban.

one of the things i find most fascinating about sirius as a character is how he embodies the value of choice - and, above all, how he does so far more than james, whose brief appearances in canon set him up as someone with a much more self-righteous certainty about the path he will take than his best friend. sirius chose to leave his family, and fight, and protect the potters, and he also made a choice which would prove to be disastrous and lives with the consequences.

so, here we have seven dawns which change sirius black - or, red and gold for the man who chose those colours and earned them several times over - featuring harry being a mashed potato fiend and maybe the tiniest bit of prongsfoot if you squint.

there’s basically no lupin though, because he is - i fear - irrelevant.

nor all that glisters gold

sirius black & bellatrix lestrange teen | 9k words

i am definitely a committed james & sirius (or james/sirius) girly, but another dynamic i love to explore is sirius’ relationship with his cousins, bellatrix chief among them. in fact, i always think that sirius’ choices become all the more impressive when we consider that he’s - let’s be honest - quite a lot like his dear and deranged relative. they have a shared arrogance, a shared ruthlessness, a shared deranged jealousy, a shared dogged loyalty, and a shared complicated relationship with their role in their family, which i can see leading to an incredibly intense and codependent friendship, despite their age gap, when sirius is a child.

but this, of course, is then utterly torn apart when sirius enters his teens. this piece asks why. is it just the inevitable drifting which happens when one of you is married and the other is in gryffindor? or is someone else the cause? the dark lord, perhaps?

remus lupin is once again irrelevant in this. sorry to him.

the shack at the end of the lane

merope gaunt & voldemort general | 4k words

death is something i think about a great deal. not because i’m unusually morbid - nor, at the risk of protesting too much, because i’m a killer - but because i’m a doctor, in a speciality where death - and often death in traumatic circumstances - is ever present. obviously, one way of coping with this involves quite a lot of dissociation from what’s in front of you, but another is trying to treat the dead with as much dignity as possible, which is often more dignity than they had when they were dying. the cadaver is a colleague, as one of my professors was fond of saying.

spending so much time trying to offer this fundamental dignity is the cause, i think, of my fondness for attempting to write meaningfully about people who are in no way the heroes of pieces. the violent, the sad, the lonely, and the unlikeable appeal to me far more than the good. our star, merope gaunt, and the combined forces of the horrifying things she did to tom riddle sr. and the horrifying things she endured herself within a world which didn’t give her the tools to know any better, is all four of those things. and i have built her an (after)life here where she can try to make up for what she did on earth by acting as the ferrywoman for a procession of other lost souls on the other side of the veil...

i have taken so long to bother doing this that i’m sure everyone’s done it. if not, please consider this a blanket tag.

#asenora fic recs #hp fic recs #bookbinding #everlasting ink #leather #lux aurumque #nor all that glisters gold #the shack at the end of the lane #tom riddle x myrtle warren #hinny #nymphadora tonks #sirius black #bellatrix lestrange #merope gaunt

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Art and Fic by winterwells

Fifty Shades of Granger - E- 7 Chapters - Complete Post-War Dramione Rom-Com

Draco Malfoy finds himself reentering society after having been on house arrest for the past five years. The Wizengamot has graciously given him the opportunity to leave the manor provided he gets a job at the Ministry.

What could go wrong?

...

"Can't say I ever thought I'd run into Draco Malfoy - standing in an open field - in the state of Missouri."

"Well, can't say that I planned this. Although yes. I'm quickly descending into a state of misery. Rapidly. Second by second—"

Granger laughs. "No, I mean - we're in Missouri."

"Yes," Draco says slowly. "This is definitely a miserable place—"

"No, dumbarse, I mean, we are literally in the States. As in the United States of America. Specifically, the state of Mis- sour– ri. Missouri," she cocks her head and looks off into the distance. "Although the locals seem to say Missou- rah," she muses.

Draco looks at her in confusion, and then his face pales. "Wait, you mean to tell me that not only did Weasley force me to unexpectedly travel by Portkey — you're saying it was an international Portkey?" No wonder he got sick. "FUCKING–"

Granger holds her hand up. "Look, I'm not sure why Ron would send you here because he was supposed to–" she begins laughing.

"What?"

"Oh, Merlin. This- this is quite unexpected. I didn't realise they'd meant you," she says, shaking her head. "All I was told was that the Ministry was going to provide me a secretary to – erm– help me keep on track."

"Secretary? I'm not your fucking secretary, Granger. I was told I was hired to –"

"Assist a senior-level ministry employee in facilitating the necessary support for the employee to function more efficiently," she says flatly. "In other words, you're my new secretary."

Draco holds both of his hands up and closes his eyes. "Just do it."

"What?" asks Granger in confusion as he drops to his knees.

"Take out your wand. Avada me. Come on. You know you want to. Put me out of my misery and bury my body in a random field in Missouri," he pleads. He then opens one eye. "I won't tell."

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onlyfreds · 1 year

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Hey Gabriella, it's me again 😊

Could I ask you for a ✍️ 𝟏𝟎 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮

With fred weasley taking care of a sick reader?, please? Thank you 😌

Just if you want to write it 🙈❤️

Hey Jacky! Thank you so much for requesting this, I'm so sorry it took a long time. Hope you enjoy it!

my 1.3k celebration is now closed!

Sick Day | F.W.

Like every year, winter was almost upon the earth.

Fred already saw the tell-tale signs; the bundle of sweaters folded in a pile at the foot of your bed, the cup of tea you always drank after meals, and the way you would so often rub your nose.

As he predicted, you didn’t come down for breakfast this particular morning.

Gently knocking on the door of your dorm out of respect, Fred didn’t wait for an answer before opening it, to be met with the sight of a huddle of blankets under your body.

“Hey.” The ginger greeted softly, sitting by the foot of your bed while putting down the plate of toast he brought on top of your trunk.

“Go away Freddie.” Despite your command, the pout he could practically hear in your voice told him otherwise, “You could get sick.”

He hummed, pressing a soft kiss to your burning forehead, “You know I don’t care about that bug. Do you want me to bring you to Madam Pomfrey?”

“Nope.” You groaned as the pain caused by shaking your head crashed down on you, “I’ll just sleep this off.”

“Shh.” Fred prompted, stroking your hair, “I’ll take care of you then.”

You peaked at your boyfriend from under the covers, “But-”

“No buts.” He interrupted with a smile.

–

“Here.” Fred carefully handed you the cup of peppermint tea, “Feeling better?”

“A bit.” You smiled, blowing at the steam rising from the cup, “No thanks to you though.”

He dramatically gasped, despite knowing that you were teasing, “You wound me woman.”

“I’m kidding.” You laughed, taking a sip, “Where did you learn to do all this anyway?”

“I’m offended that you think I can’t make a simple cup of tea.”

“Idiot. I was talking about playing nurse.”

Your boyfriend smiled sheepishly, “Well I kinda just picked it up, since I helped mum around whenever George, Ron or Ginny would get sick.”

“Aaw,” You could’ve literally melted into a puddle at the image of Fred taking care of his sick siblings, “That’s sweet.”

“Maybe.” He shrugged before leaning forward to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear, “But at least those come in handy now, don’t they?”

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lcdrarry · 11 months

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9 June | LCDrarry Fic & Art

This Life Now

Prompt: "Sweet Home Alabama", 2002, Andy Tennant Author: Anonymous Artist: Anonymous Word Count: 38,295 words Art Medium: Digital Rating: Mature Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Mentions of Divorce, Alcohol, Minor Draco Malfoy/Blaise Zabini, Minor Pansy Parkinson/Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter & OMC Friendship, Draco is involved with/engaged to Blaise while separated from but still legally married to Harry

Author Notes: I love classic rom-coms. Even though some parts may not hold up to scrutiny decades later, I'll always be weak for oblivious OTPs and grand gestures of love. I toyed with the idea of a Sweet Home Alabama AU years ago, but it languished in my WIP folder—until now. Thank you, camomiletea, for your wonderful prompt. I couldn't squeeze in a bonding ritual, but I hope you enjoy what I've done. Thanks so much, A, for stepping outside your regular fandoms and coming on this journey with me. For gracing my words with your brilliant art, and all your cheerleading and support. To the wonderful mods for making this fest a joy. To G and J, who looked over the original outline and first chapter years ago, and to H for generously reading through the rest.

Artist Notes: I want to say thank you so much to P who always gives me the most fun and exciting art prompts! I love working with you so much because it is always a fluid collaboration and we always feel so in sync which is a dream come true as an artist. It was such an incredible project!

Summary: This close up, Draco can see the differences that have occurred over the years. Harry's hair is longer, although it's as unruly as ever; his forearms are well-muscled and decorated with ink; and there are small lines by his eyes that look like they would crinkle if he were smiling. Which, at this moment, he most definitely is not. He looks like he's worn the same clothes for three days and just rolled out of bed, yet Harry's so unfairly gorgeous it makes Draco's heart ache. "What do you want, Draco?" Harry asks, his voice resigned. The question snaps Draco out of his reverie. "A divorce," he proclaims as he opens his bag.

Read and view it now on AO3.

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