ron & hermione fic | hp | everything else
In an effort not to lose track of the prompts and ficlets that I’ve written that never made it to ffn or ao3, and because I’m very inconsistent with tagging (and tumblr is very inconsistent with pulling up results for tagged posts anyway), I’ve compiled a masterlist 😊 As more fics are written, I’ll update this post. Happy reading!
Anonymous asked:
The way you write Ron makes me fall in love with him. Wow, what a charming, funny young man. I love him. And I love how you write Hermione, too, and Harry and Ginny and everyone else. You write these characters so well! And their relationships, too. Thank you for all your work!
Thank you so much! Ron has always been my favorite to write so I’m glad you enjoy my portrayal of him ❤️
Anonymous asked:
Hope you are ok! We haven't heard from you in a while ❤️
Thanks! It’s really nice of you to think of me. I’m alive and doing okay (as much as anyone can be these days). But lately it does take up a lot of my mental/physical/emotional energy to just be a semi-functional adult in society and so fandom and writing and all that other stuff have been pushed off to the side.
But you know… my dog is really cute and I have Eras tour tickets, so it could be worse!
remedialpotions asked:
Hi friend! I know this is super vague, but if you felt so inclined to write a missing moment involving Crookshanks (maybe an olive branch moment between him and Ron?)… I would not hate it. Thanks, love ya, bye!
accio-broom answered:
I love Crookshanks & Ron friendship fics, and your request put a massive smile on my face RP. So here is a missing moment from early HBP, enjoy!
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Ron lifted his head from Quidditch Through the Ages and peered around the empty common room. Most of the students had already gone to bed, but his two best friends weren’t back yet. Harry was stuck in another private lesson with Dumbledore, and Hermione? Well, she and Ron still weren’t talking, but he’d put a handful of knuts on her being in the library.
He should already be asleep; he had a full day of lessons tomorrow. But he wanted to make sure both his friends got back, even if neither of them appreciated it.
HPRomione Popcorn Drabble - my prompt was “I see the truth in your eyes.” Thanks for the tag, @mertronus!
Up next: @remedialpotions ! Your prompt is: Tent.
(It can be any old tent, the tent, or even a loose definition of tent. You pick!)
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Just A Walk
(#NSWF, just to be safe!)
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Ron forgot how creaky the Burrow’s stairs were, especially at half-past two in the morning when the rest of the house was asleep. It seemed that every step squeaked and sagged as if they were itching to tell the whole house his secret — that he just shagged Hermione Granger underneath the stars.
They had paused on the landing for a kiss goodnight, which immediately clouded Ron’s mind with the memory of his hands in her hair back in the gardens, her warm breath against his neck, and the way her bare legs wrapped around his waist.
Of course he didn’t remember which stairs to avoid for a quiet climb, or where the floor buckled in the hallway, or that his bedroom door creaked when opened too wide, and at night, the sound would echo through the house.
He shouldn’t have been surprised when he re-entered the attic, and Harry was lying there awake, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling. Ron’s eyes traveled to the open window, and he wondered if that patch of soft grass that he and Hermione had just defiled was hidden enough. For the first time he could remember, he resented the expansive view from the attic window.
“Fancy seeing you here,” said Harry, his tone lightened with a smirk.
“Hey mate,” said Ron as he quietly closed the bedroom door. “Thought you’d be asleep.”
“Ha. Good one.”
Neither Ron nor Harry had slept for the first few nights after the battle, and even now, Ron’s mind still jolted him awake at every sound, interpreting every whistle from the wind as a threat.
It was a good thing there were distractions at night — but over the last few weeks, late-night living room chess matches with Harry had turned to excursions to the treehouse with Hermione.
And soon enough, ‘excursions’ became snogging sessions, and then much more. It was behind an oak tree after midnight when Hermione first let him slide his hand underneath her shirt. The far side of the pond was where their pants came off for the first time. And tonight, in a grassy clearing, underneath the stars, they finally made love.
Sleep was easy after nights like these.
“I’m sorry,” said Ron. “I just went on a walk with Hermione. I should have stayed back. We could have played chess or something.”
Ron braced himself for an angry retort, and he would have deserved one. When was the last time he had spent a sleepless night just talking with his best friend?
He could be more supportive. Harry needed him too, not just Hermione — she was too damn distracting.
To Ron’s relief, Harry laughed. “A walk? Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”
Ron could feel his neck getting flushed as he confirmed, “just a walk,” but his tone was far from convincing.
“You two just shagged, didn’t you?”
Ron paused. Was it that obvious?
His hesitation in denying it might as well have been confirmation. “First time?”
Ron narrowed his eyes at his best friend. “How did you know?”
“The truth is in your eyes.” Harry turned onto his side, facing his back Ron. “And your red face, your stupid smile, and the grass stains on your clothes.”
Ron, now changing into pajamas, looked down at his trousers in a pile on the floor. Harry was right; they were covered with evidence of an outdoor romp. “Oh.”
Harry chuckled as Ron slipped into his bed and turned off the light. “I’m happy for you.”
Ron grinned. “Thank you.”
“But I don’t want to hear about it,” continued Harry, his voice muffled with a yawn.
“Fair enough,” he said as he settled under his blankets.
Ron turned away from Harry to shield him from the goofy smile that Ron still couldn’t shake. He made a mental note to run a few cleaning charms on his trousers tomorrow, then let his mind drift back to the gardens.
Soon enough, he was distracted by thoughts of Hermione’s soft voice in his ear, the smell of her hair as he buried his face init, and the way her fingertips dug into his back when he pressed into her, and it wasn’t long before he drifted off to sleep, lopsided smile and all.
THANK YOU to @remedialpotions for organizing another spectacular Secret Santa Exchange for the HPRomione Discord. Genuinely love and appreciate all of you for the support, fics provided, and amazing conversation we've had this year. This gift was written for @adenei, another fabulous Romione writer, beta, and beautiful friend of mine. I was so happy to draw your name and even happier that you enjoy 6th year AU as much as I do!
Hogwarts for Christmas
The roaring whistle of the Hogwarts Express signals its impending departure from Hogsmeade Station. The scarlet steam engine is preparing to transport students home for the holidays, and Ron can’t imagine better timing.
Sixth year has been tumultuous thus far for him, having experienced a roller coaster few months that would make anyone’s head spin like an hourglass on a Time Turner. The high of the first half of the year has undoubtedly been his role as Keeper on the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
And the low? Well, although his unexpected relationship with Lavender Brown was new and exciting at first, it ultimately led to his worst row ever with Hermione. The start of the holiday marks the longest they’ve gone without speaking to each other. He couldn’t stomach leaving the school without breaking things off with Lav. Not only was the guilt of his feud with Hermione too much to bear, but he knows that Lavender was far more committed to him, than he was to her. She was angry, of course, and he couldn’t have run from her fast enough, afraid that he would be hexed into oblivion.
Ron sighs to himself as he walks down the too small train passageway, even uncharacteristically bypassing the Honeydukes Express witch who pushes the trolley packed with sweets, the thought of eating making him feel ill. He's due inside the Prefect carriage at the front of the train, and he'd be lying if he didn’t admit to being nervous to see Hermione — although, she'll likely ignore him as she's done in most of their recent meetings, unless it's to tell him that she's switched shifts again so that she doesn't have to patrol the corridors with him.
Upon arrival at the Prefect carriage, he does a quick scan of the compartment and its inhabitants, taking note of who is missing.
"Where's Hermione?"
It's Ernie Macmillan who responds first, his brows furrowing as if it was an odd question for Ron to ask. "I thought you knew. She's staying at Hogwarts for Christmas. Turns out her parents decided at the last minute to vacation in France instead."
"And Hermione didn't want to go with them?"
"I suppose not."
Ron’s heart sinks to the pit of his stomach. Hogwarts? For Christmas?
Yes, he's stayed for the holidays before during First Year and it wasn't terrible. But he also had Harry. The thought of Hermione being alone makes his gut twist in the worst possible way.
Granted, she won't be completely alone, as there are always a few of the professors who stay to look over the castle, but that's not really the point, is it? All Ron can do is think about how he must have truly mucked up their friendship if she felt she couldn't come to him about going to the Burrow for Christmas.
"Excuse me." Ron storms out of the carriage and stomps through the train towards one compartment in particular.
Ron & Hugo's annual shopping trip turns into an understated moment of bonding. Written for @thedistantdusk for the 2021 HPRomione Discord Secret Santa Exchange! <3
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Entering Flourish and Blotts in the few weeks prior to Christmas always gives Ron a jolt of deja vu. The smell of ink and old parchment unleashes memories of cozy December evenings, Hermione reading by the fire, her feet shoved into woolen socks, and a mug of tea steaming from a nearby table. She could sit in silence for hours, lost in a book, listening to nothing but the crackling flames.
In the past, Ron always preferred to spend cold winter evenings on the Quidditch pitch to revel in the solitude — it was the only way he could appreciate the quiet. Growing up with six siblings meant silence was rare, and as a result, he couldn't help but talk when in the presence of others.
They passed these preferences onto their children. Rosie is a lot like him — she can't sit next to someone without talking to them, and she wouldn't be caught dead cozying up by a fire if there's an empty Quidditch pitch nearby. But Hugo? He's his mother's son, through and through. He developed the same flaming red hair, freckled face, and lanky frame as Ron, but has no idea how to hold a broomstick, let alone ride one.
I recently read All My Best Lies by @remedialpotions and I just couldn't stop thinking about Ron with the Liverpool's jersey!
This is everything, OMG I’m blown away. No words for how much I adore this and what a wonderful surprise it was! Thank you 🥺
Anonymous asked:
How crinkly?
I assume this question is for my dog, regarding his preferred crinkle level in his stuffed toys. He has advised that the more crinkly, the better.
Anonymous asked:
hi! i was just wondering, what are some of your favorite romione moments in the books?
Hi! Hmm, I have a few…
I’m sure there are more that I’m forgetting but those are the ones that come to mind!
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theroomofreq asked:
CRAIGS WEDDING PLZ
Thank you for asking because I love any chance to talk about my baby!! I can’t quit Craig because I’m (pathetically) attached to my own fictional character.
I started working on writing this just before the new year, when the wonderful @remedialpotions and I were chatting on discord and she gave me the inspiration for a part 4 to my Craig collection. And yes, he’s getting married, and of course, his wedding is going to be memorable 😂 I’m about a third of the way through, and I know how I want it all to unfold, it’s just a matter of getting the ideas and words out of my head and onto the page (much easier said than done). If I can ever manage to finish it, I hope the finished product will be worth the long delay ❤️ Here’s a little snippet for you, friend:
He winced, wondering, yet again, how they were going to manage to pull off a wedding in a Muggle church without violating the Statute of Secrecy so badly that Harry Potter himself would show up to arrest them. It was a recipe for disaster, really- Cressida’s family all grew up in the wizarding world, and save for his parents, sister, and brother-in-law, none of Craig’s family knew he was a wizard. The knot in his stomach grew larger.
Cressida squeezed his hand. “It’s not your fault, love. I can tell you’re worrying, but we’ve gone over everything with my family, so they’ll know how to behave. It’s going to be alright.”
(Of course it isn’t… it’s Craig, after all)
