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iifishizzleii · 1 year

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ron is a moral compass.

u cannot convince me that ron weasley isn’t a mother hen. because while hermione is a child prodigy, she’s breaking laws and committing war crimes half the time when it benefits her. and harry ‘i’m the Chosen One’ potter attracts danger like a flame would a moth.

so while they’re a duo of danger, there’s ron.

who grew up with siblings and spent a lot of his childhood making sure ginny didn’t get hurt playing in the mud.

who’s as nervous as Molly when Charlie works with the Dragons, and panics when Bill gets attacked by the werewolf.

who steals specific concoctions from the twins when they try to prank Percy because it could possibly harm him.

who wraps harry’s wounds when he gets hurt and is too tired to see madam pomphrey. who helps hermione understand why killing Rita in the jar wouldn’t help in the long run.

Ron Weasley, the worrier and moral compass of the Golden Trio. he doesn’t believe how many times he saved the wizardry world by simply being himself. and everyone at hogwarts but him can see it.

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h0esbetrippin · 2 months

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Mcgonagall watching two

mischievous, funny brothers

grow up together and be thrown

into a war just for one of them to die

(James & Sirius)

Mcgonagall watching two

mischievous, funny brothers

grow up together and be thrown

into a war just for one of them to die

(Fred & George)

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dasnook13 · 1 month

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Headcanon that Ron has huge clothes (in maroon ofc) and the two of them steal them bc he doesn’t wear them and then he gets annoyed

#art #harry potter #harry potter fanart #harry potter fandom #hp #hp fandom #ron weasley #hermione granger #hermione fanart #golden trio fanart #harry ron hermione #gryffindor #artists on tumblr #digital art

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aesthetic-solar-space · 3 months

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Random but you wanna know a character from Harry Potter Marauders era that I want to talk/write about more? Dorcas Meadows.

She was a slytherin who was friends with all of our favorite marauder era Deatheaters. Yet she joined the order instead. She watched her friends on the opposite of the war. Then Voldemorts followers killed Marlene McKinnon and her entire family. She was a Gryffindor and great friends with Lily Evans, James Potter, Sirius Black, the whole gang. But she was also really really close with Dorcas Meadows. Now some say friends and some say more. But we will never know. What we do know is Dorcas went after Voldemort herself, alone. She took down every death eater in her way, she was so deadly that she ended up face to face with Voldemort. Voldemort killed her by his own hand because no one else could. She was that powerful, hell even Voldemort didn’t do it alone. She was against him and a group of his best fighters. She left only Voldemort standing. And barely.

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claymoresword · 1 year

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I Choose Her | Chp 1

Hermione Granger x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Summary: You are the daughter of two known death eaters from one of the oldest and richest families in the wizarding world. Are you truly prepared to give up everything you know for Hermione Granger?

Pairing: Hermione x Reader

Wordcount: 1.6k

Warnings: smut (?) , mention of death, draco malfoy sympathiser, ron weasley hater

Note: i wrote this for completely selfish reasons just like i do most things so i'm not sure if anyone's gonna enjoy this but me.. but if u do let me know! I do plan on expanding on this just not totally sure if i want to continue this as a full fic or just drabbles... again if u have a preference let me know lol

Also this is set during 6th year (half blood prince) if that's not clear.. anyway hope u enjoy!

You are the daughter of one of the richest and oldest wizarding families. Both your mother and father are known Death Eaters. They've raised you to follow in their footsteps, upholding the family's honor has always been taught to be your only priority.

You never had the desire to defile your parents, no goals beyond the ones laid out for you by them.

This all changed when you met Hermione Granger.

The Gryffindor girl turned your world upside down. Your affection for her forced you to question your principles, your morals, everything important to you. Everything you thought you knew.

The two of you were assigned to sit next to each other in potions in year 5. She saw you struggling and offered to help you a few times and naturally the two of you started speaking to each other more.

The chances of you meeting, let alone forming a friendship was slim to none, and yet somehow it happened.

Your relationship blossomed rather quickly, you had just met but it felt like you've known each other your entire lives. Within just a few months she even convinced you to join Dumbledore's Army and you truly believed in the cause, even after Umbridge shut it down.

Although you were a little hesistant to let Hermione in at first. You weren't sure if you wanted her to really know you.

For her, it was different. Meeting you felt like a breath of fresh air. Eventhough you were a Slytherin, she thought you to be the most profound person she'd ever met. She felt that she could truly open up to you without judgement.

She shared everything with you. Her passions, her dreams, her most piercing sorrows.

In turn, you opened up to her as well. Both of you deeply appreciated the solace you provide each other.

Hermione fell in love with you for many reasons, but what really stood out to her was your heart. Your perpetuity for kindness. You don't extend it to just anyone ofcourse. You don't believe everybody deserves kindness, most people use it as a weapon, a way to take advantage of you.

However, the compassion you showed her had always been constant and unconditional.

You were the most selfless person she knew.

Eventhough she couldn't fully understand why you treated certain people harsher than others, she still respected you. She trusted your judgement completely. Hermione was incredibly intelligent and you seemed to be the only other person that was her equal in that respect.

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You were alone with Hermione in the Room Of Requirement. The two of you spent most of your free periods there because it was the only place you could be together free of judgement from others.

The other Slytherins still made comments about you hanging around Hermione, a Gryffindor, a muggle born. Your own parents have sternly warned you multiple times to keep different company but you will not give them the satisfaction. They just don't understand what Hermione meant to you.

You were willing to give up everything to be with her, this you were certain.

Hermione was sitting on the floor and you were laying down, your head was in her lap. She's stroking your hair as you listened to her tell you the things that have been happening with Ron lately.

She has been aware of Ron's crush on her for a few years now but it had only gotten more intense since year 4. She cares a lot for Ron but she feels no romantic feelings for him.

Hermione can't bring herself to tell him because Ron can be very emotional and might take it too personally, she doesn't want to risk ruining their friendship. She can't exactly tell Harry about any of it so she results to venting about it to you.

You've made a few snide remarks towards the ginger haired boy from time to time because honestly, you found him a bit pathetic but a part of you still empathizes with him.

Hermione is remarkable. Mature beyond her years, exceptionally bright and truly breathtakingly beautiful. You loved and adored her with all your heart and you understood why he would think the same.

Your heart swells everytime you look at her and every moment spent with her you felt the urge to pinch yourself, just to make sure you weren't dreaming.

Hermione finishes telling you about Ron and you're met with a few seconds of silence, your mind started to wander.

You let out a sigh.

"What is it?" Hermione asks, worried she had said something wrong to upset you.

"Nothing it's just-" You started, not quite sure if it was worth sharing with your girlfriend.

You decided to tell her anyway.

"Draco's been really distant lately and I don't understand why." You admitted.

"The more I try to get him to talk to me the more he pushes me away. The only time he ever really speaks to me is to try and convince me to join the Death Eaters." You paused, unsure if this was a topic suitable to discuss with her.

Hermione just hums in response, indicating that she's listening and wants you to continue.

"I don't know, I cant put my finger on it but my gut tells me that something really bad is about to happen." You finish.

"Well from what I've seen your gut is rarely ever wrong. Do you think maybe becoming a death eater changed him? Maybe he's distant because you refuse to become one of them." The brown haired girl suggests.

"Maybe, I just feel like there's more to it. I can't shake the feeling that there's something big he's not telling me." You answer as your eyebrows furrow.

You do love Draco, you understood he acts the way he does because of his father's harsh treatment and expectations of him. Something you can deeply relate to.

You felt for him. He was like a brother to you and it troubled you that he wasn't being honest.

Hermione moves her hand to your forehead, she rubs small circles with her thumb near the crease of your eyebrows. You close your eyes at the sensation, taking in a deep breath.

You feel yourself relax almost immediately.

"I'm sorry he's not speaking to you, I know how much you care for him." Hermione says honestly.

"But maybe its for the best." Your girlfriend voices out and your eyes shoot open.

Hermione notices your confused look so she continues.

"I just mean that since he's with the death eaters now maybe it's better that he's avoiding you. It makes it easier for you to stay away from them." Hermione clarifies.

You close your eyes again and she resumes the pattern of rubbing her thumb across your forehead.

"Maybe you're right." You pause. "I still miss who he was before all of this."

"I suspect you feel the same." You add.

You sit up now looking at her in the eyes.

"Meaning?" Hermione asks her eyebrows now furrowed.

"I meant with Harry. On top of everything that's already going on I heard he lost Sirius. I can't imagine how he's handling it all." You explain.

"He has been a lot angrier lately, I try my best to give him the space he needs. But I think he knows he needs Ron and I now more than ever." She replies.

"Well how are you dealing with all this?" You ask Hermione, earnestly.

She doesn't say anything for a few seconds. A full smile suddenly forming across her face, your girlfriend leans in and plants a kiss on your lips.

Your initial shock dissipates quickly as you kiss her back with just as much need.

"Okay, what was that for?" You breathe out against her lips as soon as she pulled away.

"You are the only person to ever ask me how I am." The brown haired girl states.

You let out a laugh. A smile now spread across your face.

"Well I am your girlfriend I think it would be a bit shitty if I didn't care about your well being." You quipped.

She leans forward and places her lips against yours again, this time she moves her entire body and straddles you, legs on either side of your hips.

"I don't think you understand how amazing you are." Hermione says looking into your eyes as she grabs your face in both her hands.

You lean in to kiss her again, deeply. All your love for the smaller girl pouring out into a single kiss.

Hermione shifts in your lap and your hands reflexively move to rest on her waist. She runs her tongue across your bottom lip signaling that she wanted to deepen the kiss, you allow her.

Her tongue meets yours and she lets out a small moan at the sensation. Your hands glide to her back and eventually settling on her ass.

Your breathing both getting heavier as the kiss becomes more heated. Your hands roam Hermione's body and she squirms in your lap, wanting to feel more of you.

You disconnect your lips to plant a kiss on Hermione's neck, you run your tongue along the base of her jaw and this earned another moan from your girlfriend. Her hand finds the back of your neck and she pulls you in closer.

You move your hands up to find Hermione's tie, you loosen it and she lets you pull it over her head. Just as you were about to unbutton her shirt you are interrupted by footsteps.

You hear someone clear their throat.

"Y/n." Draco says, his tone indifferent to the sight before him.

Hermione scrambles off your lap and you both quickly stand up, gathering yourselves.

"Draco." You respond, matching his attitude.

You step forward, deliberately placing yourself in between Hermione and Draco. You understood that she could handle herself but there is still no telling what he might try and do to her in his current state.

It was then you took notice of the green apple he had in his hand, becoming increasingly perplexed. You didn't understand what his business was.

"Now what brings you here?" You ask, meeting his stern gaze.

#hermione x reader #harry ron hermione #hogwarts #gryffindor #slytherin #death eaters #slytherin au #room of requirement #harry potter #ron weasley #hermione granger imagine #harry x hermione #ron x hermione

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50044w44s · 4 months

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Headcanons I have about Teddy Lupin <3

I don't picture father Harry much but i def picture godfather Harry like my life depends on it. Like, Teddy calling Harry "old man" and Harry finding it hilarious. Harry calling him Ted, or Ed, instead of Teddy, makes him feel important and validated.

And he calls them Mom and Dad, or Harry and Ginny, depending on the day. And he would occasionally talk about Remus or Dora and he'd say "My father" or "My mother" and people would ask him like, which one? And I think growing up he wanted to be an auror like his father (Harry) or his mother (Dora), but also growing up he came to realize that it wasn't that great of a job, and he decided for something else, maybe teaching.

He's really good at charms, and bad at transformations, he doesn't do bad at potions but he would never pick it. And for merlin's sake do not ask him to play quidditch because he will die and kill someone in the process. He's a big fan though.

I think he was the most gentle parented kid ever, along with the other Potter kids, and I think he has both surnames cause Harry didn't want him to feel left out of the family, but didn't want to take Lupin's name out. He hopes in the future Teddy will choose for himself which one to use more.

And I think that he wasn't traumatized by his parents deaths, he was able to process them and mourn them and finally listen happily to all the others had to tell him about them.

And I think Andromeda and Molly were the best grandmothers someone could ever ask for. And I think Draco was the cool uncle that offered him a smoke for the first time and was the one Teddy asked for advice with Victorie. And Ron and Hermione were the house he ran to to avoid all the rules Harry's strict ass had.

And he was a happy kid, who grew into a happy adult.

Anyways if you didn't notice, I love Teddy Lupin.

#teddy lupin #harry potter #headcanon #hp headcanon #harry potter headcanon #ginny weasley #harry and ginny #ron weasley #hermione granger #harry ron hermione #ron hermione #molly weasley harry potter #andromeda black #harry and draco friendship #draco malfoy #hinny fluff #hinny #harry x ginny

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iifishizzleii · 1 year

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fact: ron weasley has scary dog privileges.

and it’s not just harry and hermione that make people nervous of getting on his bad side.

ron has the smartest witch and the most dangerous wizard in his corner all the time. literally. they’re almost always seen in a trio.

but if it’s not them, ron has two older twin brothers that live by the “only WE get to mess with him” rule, and are notoriously known for more than just pranks in diagon alley.

and in the Ministry, ron’s got another brother acquainted with the law and government well enough to know how to work his way around it. then, he’s got a younger sister who’s more than willing to hex anyone who messes with her family.

even globally, nobody could outrun an angry werewolf, an spiteful veela, or a wizard with dragons.

nobody would expect it though, because it’s like ron hasn’t even noticed it himself.

but, for everyone’s safety, a new but unspoken rule became known in the magic community: don’t fuck with ron weasley.

#harry potter #ron weasley #hermione granger #hp headcanon #harry ron hermione #the golden trio #ron weasly imagine #ron is amazing #ron weasley lover #headcanon #percy weasley #arthur weasley #charlie weasley #ginny weasley #fred weasley #george weasley

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tulipsandperfume · 2 years

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Ink on Wrists || Harry Potter X F!Reader

Summary: You find out who your soulmate is on your 16th birthday. When the time comes, you have mixed bittersweet emotions. Malfoy!Reader

Genre: Soulmate au, fluff

Warnings: Slight swearing

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The world is as bizarre as it is fascinating.

How bizarre that from birth till death, the world orders that we find our "other half". How fascinating that we, who are made of celestial stars and galactic dust, obey it's command.

How bizarre that, although the world consistes of billions of beings, everyone finds their fated pair. How fascinating that, somehow, on one's 16th birthday, they would learn the name of their fated without fail. How bizarre. How fascinating.

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It was safe to say that the idea of soulmates irked me. I refuse to allow love to be belittled to a name on someone's wrist. Strange, huh? The word "love" rolling off a Malfoy's tongue in a positive light. Well, "love" is something that I hold great importance to and it's not going to be someone that I've been assigned to like a group project.

"Morning, 'Mione!" Another thing that separates me from the Malfoy name - having a close relationship with a "mudblood".

"Good morning, Y/N! How were your lessons this morning?" Hermione Granger had become one of my best friends after a Potions project back in first year. She was my escape from my uptight, "cold" Slytherin persona. In her presence, I was loud and rambunctious, a freedom I was never afforded as a Malfoy.

We spoke about the day's events, her most recent muggle book that she was reading, my 5 arguments with Draco and everything in between.

"Oh, I completely forgot. It's your 16th birthday soon. Excited to learn your soulmate's name?"

"Hermione, when have I ever wanted to know their name?" I grumbled at her remark. My birthday was getting frighteningly close and I wasn't one bit excited.

"Oh c'mon Y/N. I know you don't--"

"Hey, 'Mione! We've been looking for you everywhere." She was abruptly cut off by Ronald Weasley shrieking across the field. As he jogged closer, Harry Potter at his heels, his face adorned a heavy scorn. "And you're with Malfoy."

"What do you want, Ron?" She said, squeezing my hand.

Although I was quite close with Hermione, I was not at all close with the other two Golden Trio members. Harry Potter and I had been on good terms for a while before he abruptly decided he wanted nothing to do with me for whatever reason. Now, he mainly just ignored me and I ignored him. On the other hand, Ron disliked, no, despised me. I didn't understand why. My brother may have bullied him and his friends but I never spoke ill of him, not even in private. Yet, he hated me.

Weasley sneered at me before turning to Hermione.

"Me and Harry need help on some homework."

"Harry and I, Ron. Harry and I." Hermione sighed. "When's it due?"

Ron and Harry instantly looked towards one another, almost urging the other to speak.

"It's due tomorrow, isn't it?" Shaking her head, she grapped her bag and stood up.

Hermione looked so tired and stressed. After all, she had spent a good portion of the week perfecting her Charms homework and studying for the upcoming exams. Seeing her looking so grim sparked some determination in me.

"Um, I don't mind helping." They all whipped their heads towards me, wide-eyed and mouths agape.

"Y/N, you really don't have to."

"Yh, we don't need your help."

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Here I was, in the Griffindor Common Room, sat between Harry Potter and Hermione Granger working on Herbology. It was by far the most awkward experience. Hermione was trying her best to just get the work done, Harry was deathly silent and Ron was shooting snide remarks at me every few seconds. To say I regretted my offer was an understatement.

Not soon enough, we were done and I began packing my things before two determined idiots made their way towards me, Cheshire grins adorning both their faces.

"Where'd you think you're going, Malfoy?"

"To bed. How may I help you, Weasley?"

"It's far too early for bed, don't you think so George?"

"I do, Fred. Why doesn't Malfoy join us for a game before she gets going?"

I rolled my eyes at their shenanigans and tried sliding past them only to be pulled back. I lost my footing and braced for impact but the hard, cold ground never embraced me. Instead, I was whisked into the warmest arms, my head resting on a sturdy chest. I instantly pushed the person away and thanked them profusely.

"No worries." Harry coughed, his face burning red.

"Don't try running away, little mouse. Join us for a game of truth or dare." Ugh, those two were so annoying.

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So here I was, still in the Griffindor Common Room, playing truth or dare with people that I barely knew - some who looked ready to bite my head off.

The game went on for quite a while, some snogging here and there, before it was Ron's turn.

I wasn't paying much attention since I was here against my will and mostly likely would have remained day dreaming if Hermione wasn't next to me. Ron had picked dare which had ended up being "kiss the prettiest person in the room". Unfortunately, Hermione fancied Ron and even more unfortunately so, Ron didn't seem to reciprocate those feelings. So, Hermione was forced to watch as Ron made his way towards some Ravenclaw girl and the two locked lips.

Hermione looked devastated. Words didn't flow out of me like they did Hermione so all I could to provide her any comfort was to pull her in a little closer and hide her away from the scene. Stupid boys.

A few more dares later, it was my turn and when it was, everyone stared at me intensely.

"Y/N, truth or dare?" Asked George.

"Truth." A few people grumbled and rolled their eyes before Fred shut them up with his question.

"Your 16th birthday's the day after tomorrow. Who'd you hope your soulmate is?" He smirked at George, a mischievous twinkle glimmering in their eyes as I instantly blushed.

Those two were well aware about my slight crush on a certain someone. Just a small one. So small that I hadn't even informed Hermione of it. Nevertheless, the two used every opportunity to tease me about it after they had accidentally overheard me talking to myself. Now, because these two just loved seeing me blushing and mumbling, obviously embarrassed, I would have to out that small crush infront of strangers. Wonderful.

I spared a glance at Harry before reaching for the truth serum. He was redder than the Griffindor jumper that he adorned and kept adjusting the fabric around his wrist. Weird.

Just as I reached for the truth serum, a frightened first year came rushing in begging to see me.

"Miss Malfoy, um y-your brother is w-waiting outside." The poor boy looked ready to collapse but, great, I could get out of here and get out of embarrassing myself. I bid a quick farewell to everyone, grabbed my things and nearly ran out of there.

"What the hell were you doing in there?" Draco barked, a distinct frown on his face.

"Don't ask, please. I'm regretting life as is."

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The night came where shiny gold letters would be inscribed onto my wrist, telling me of my fate. I wanted to not care so badly and tried so hard to just sleep since everyone would be pestering me tomorrow. But, the harder I tried, the more I struggled to drift off.

I was just about to fall asleep when I felt a slight burn crawling down my arm. Guess it was time. I sat up and took a deep breath before setting my stare on my wrist.

Painstakingly slow, the letters began gliding onto my skin. H then A then R R and oh no, is this actually happening? When the final dazzling R was written, I was absolutely furious. That bloody cow had known this entire time that I was his soulmate and what had he done with that information? He ignored me.

Was I that undesirable to him? So undesirable that upon finding out it was me who he was going to be stuck with for the rest of this stupid life, he went out of his way to stay away from me. Well, fuck him. It's not like I wanted any of this either.

That night, I went to bed with a heavy heart and angry sorrow cascading down my face. Guess it wasn't a slight crush and I guess I did in fact care about who my soulmate was. Sorry 'Mione.

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"How can she be so pretty this early in the morning?"

"She's a Malfoy. What'd you expect?"

"It's her birthday today, right? Wonder who her soulmate is?"

"Probably some rich, pure-blood Slytherin."

"You seem to be the topic of conversation, once again. The perfect Malfoy." Draco sneered at Blaise's remark.

"She's anything but perfect. All these idiots know nothing. Anyway, you still haven't told me, who's your soulmate?"

"Do I need to?" Pushing my hair back, I sat down and reached for an apple. Everyone around me looked absolutely shocked, mortified even. Draco grabbed the apple from my hands and bit into it.

"Obviously. I told everyone mine so why would you not? Wait, don't tell me it's some ugly Griffindor?"

"No, it's not. Listen, I'll tell you guys. Just not yet." The entire table began moaning and pestering me. Pansy even tried to grab my wrist and wrip off the fabric covering it. Rolling my eyes at her antics, I got up and set out for my first class.

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For some reason, I saw more of Harry Potter than ever before. I saw him in the hallways on the way to classes, during some of my classes, during lunch and even in the library after lessons were over. That little rat was everywhere now. Each time we crossed paths, he would bore his eyes into my soul, almost provoking me to confront him and each time, I would glare at him, reminding him that this was his doing. If he wanted to say something, he'd have to come forward first. I too could play his bloody game.

After the day was over, all my friends had gathered outside for a small birthday party. It was more like a picnic if anything but I had an enjoyable time nonetheless. Firewhiskey had of course been snuck in and so, by the end of the night, everyone's faces were tinted red and pink. I hated the taste, thus stayed away from any drinking. Whilst everyone was eating and acting like idiots, I slipped away amid the chaos. I decided to go for a short walk to clear my head and forget all about Harry and soulmates and just focus on how pretty the night was.

I found a bench and sat down to admire the gorgeous moon and twinkling stars. Everything seemed so perfect up there. Beauty all around and the silent cacophony to lull you to slumber. What an easy life we had as galactic dust shimmering between planets and stars, and yet we forgoed such content for these dull adventures of misery and despair.

Just as I was beginning to nod off to the night's opera, a familiar scent invaded my senses and a familiar deep red colour made its way into view. Stood infront of me was Harry fucking Potter, hands playing with lose threads and eyes looking everywhere but at mine.

"Can I help you, Potter?" I spat, venom lacing every word. He finally looked at me and I couldn't help but think how absolutely gorgeous he looked with the moon's glimmer outlining his physique. Sucking in a breath, I looked over his messy hair, soft lips and sturdy chest, letting my eyes rest on his gentle blue ones. He looked ethereal. Wait, what was I thinking?

"Y/N, I know you're pissed right now but please just hear me out, ok?" He sucked in a breath, half-lidded eyes looking down at me with the softest expression. So this is what having a soulmate was like.

"Harry, look I really don't want to have to deal with your stupidity on my birthday. I get it, you didn't want me as ur soulmate--" Panicking, he tried to cut me off but I refused to falter. "What was her name, Cho? Cho Chang? I get that your into her and I'm not planning on you know, ruining that for you."

"Y/N, that's not--"

"Let me finish. I won't do anything but, whilst I hate to admit it, it was upsetting to basically be told that you don't want me and that I'm not good enough, you know? It would have been nice had you come forward and said something earlier."

"That's what I'm trying to explain here. I'm not rejecting you by any means. I just...you don't understand it yet since you just got your mark, but every time I came near you, this tingly sensation would come over me and...and just being around you took my breathe away." With every word he said, he inched closer. I could barely believe my ears, my mouth agape and eyes wide.

"I fancied you before all this, but once I found out you were mine by fate, my feelings just increased tenfold." He sighed. "I don't know where I'm going with all this but I wanted you to know about how I felt. I didn't want you thinking I hated being your soulmate."

Once that last word had slipped past his lips, he shot me a shy smile. Harry's cheeks were tinted a quiet pink and his eyes sparkled mischievously. At this point, my heart had ceased its relentless patter in favour of just not working at all. My breath had left me with just my thoughts and Harry's words tingling down my spine.

Without a second thought, I shot up off the bench and clashed my lips against his in a messy kiss. Nevertheless, it was perfect. I felt his arms move around me and pull me into the sweetest embrace. He tasted of cinnamon and hot cocoa whilst the scent of firewood burnt my senses. I could remain here for all eternity, I had thought.

Separating, our foreheads leaned against one another.

"So...uh...are we okay now?" I giggled.

"You wish. If you want to fully make it up to me, you're going to have to take me out on a date."

"I think I can do that."

He sat down on the bench, pulling me down onto his lap. As his chin rested on my head, I glanced once more at the serenading sky.

"Thank you." I whispered to fate and turned back to destiny's gift for me. Maybe soulmates weren't all that bad. Sorry 'Mione.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed. Sorry for the rushed ending. As always, any and all criticism is welcomed. :))

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awaywardplantagenet · 1 year

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Wait, I just read a post talking about Ron being Buckbeak’s greatest advocate during POA and it got me thinking.

Ron should never have become an Auror (which we knew of course) he should have become an attorney!

Ron Weasley with his heart of gold, standing up for the little guy, throwing hands to defend people would absolutely have thrived as a lawyer. This kid who, at age THIRTEEN delved into law books and put together an appeal case for a friend’s hippogriff. Like, just like Harry’s true calling was DADA teacher, Ron’s was attorney.

Does this make sense to anyone else or is it just me?

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