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urwhorecrux · 4 months
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⋆ ˚⁀➷ ₊˚⊹⋆ 𝗛𝗣 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦 - 𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗔 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗘
ft. harry potter, ron weasley, draco malfoy, cedric diggory, & james potter.
pairings. harry potter boys x gn!reader.
a/n. the last one makes me sad :( these were all so rushed lmao
warnings. mentions of anxiety, some angst?, mentions of death, gn!reader.
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— 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑
you awoke in a sweat when an unexpected nightmare had occured. this one had been bad, and unusual even for you. this time it’d had been worse, voldemort actually had harry and was stronger and confident. the sounds of faint whimpering filled the room, as you felt a hand reach out for you, you awoke in a panic.
“what’s going on love?”, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into a comforting hug.
you admitted the truth about your nightmare, and how you fear for his safety given everything that’s going on now.
“i know its a lot happening right now, but i’ll be here by your side throughout all of it darling.” he brings you closely and gently presses a kiss on your forehead, reassuring you that he was there.
— 𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘
it had been past midnight when you woke in terror, loudly gasping for breath. ron, by your side, quickly awoke too, reaching out for your hand for comfort in the moment.
“what’s going on what happened?” he asked, attempting to quickly calm you.
before you could even start gathering your words to say, he pulled you close into his chest, mumbling his reassuring words to you.
after a while of feeling the warmth of his hug and hearing his comforting words, he cups your face pulling you close into him, asking you what’s really wrong.
“y’know, mum used to sing me this song that helped me sleep when i was little, would you want me to sing it to you love?” he suggests.
he calmly and quietly sings to you softly, as he hold you close in his arms.
— 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘
after a long day of school and studying you’d both decided to stay in his own dorm for the rest of the night, him suggesting you stay the night with him. with that, you both fell asleep in each other’s arms, happily.
with him being a light sleeper, it was easy to wake up to the sound of heavy breaths and frantic footsteps.
“y/n?, what is it?” he questions, reaching for you.
“just a really really bad dream” you say, hiding your face of tears in your hands.
“c’mon darling it’ll all be alright, just c’mere, come closer” he pulls back the duvet and makes room for you to come back to bed.
he quickly spoons you, pressing soft kisses on your forehead before mumbling his reassuring words.
— 𝐂𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘
you’d been worried and stressing due to exams, and cedric was worried about you overworking yourself and about your sleep schedule.
he made sure you stayed in his dorm so you’d been getting enough sleep.
one night quidditch practice ran late, making him stay an extra hour than usual while you wait for him in his dorm.
when he gets back he notices the lights still on, with you awake and frantically pacing across the room with teary eyes and a rough face.
“baby? what are you doing?”
you turn to him and quickly run to his arms, slightly sobbing while holding him closer.
he notices you trying to come out with words but everything came out all wrong, all in mumbles he couldn’t start to understand.
“shh no need to explain love, just let me hold you alright?” you nod as he strokes your hair, trying to softly calm you down.
after he calms you and listens to your explanation, he cuddles you back to sleep, reassuring you that he’s always there, and holding you until you fall back asleep.
— 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 (post!hogwarts)
james always makes it home from work on time just so he sees you before bed in the perfect amount of time. you’d usually wake up in the middle of the night with him already laying there even though he wasn’t there when you fell asleep, so it was quite an unusual experience when he didn’t wake up next to you.
“james?”, you call out, noticing the timestamp on the clock, which reads 3:44 am.
“james?!”, you yell louder, quickly growing suspicious of the area.
he heard your yells down the hall, quickly rushing into to the bedroom worried.
“y/n? what happened darling?”
you sigh in relief knowing he’s still here, holding out your arms and wrapping him into you.
“i thought you-“
“you thought i what love?”
you tell him the truth about your worries given everything thats going on lately, with going into hiding nightmares didn’t make anything better.
“it’s alright though love, ‘m here i promise, we’ll be safe and this will all be over soon.”
he pulls you back into bed, holding you as close as possible and for as long as he could, hoping this would never end.
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wynt3rrr · 1 year
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—NSFW: how they react when they accidentally make you cry during sex
(in this preference, you cry because you are overwhelmed, not because of the pleasure😭😭😭)
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harry potter:
he doesn’t immediately notice
once he does, he quick to pull out and reassure of your needs or problems
“i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to”
kiss your head as he hugs you tightly
hermione granger:
notices right away
she stops whatever she’s doing and hugs you without saying a word
feels guilty she made you cry
ron weasley:
thinks your crying out of pleasure
laughs and goes harder or faster until you tell him to stop
once he does he feels so bad, he won’t leave your side for days
draco malfoy:
was watching your face the whole time and he immediately noticed the look in your eye change . he saw the tears start to build up in your eyes and your mouth part, unable to speak
you put a hand on his chest and he stops, asking what’s wrong
“i’m so so sorry”
rubs your back, cooing you to sleep
luna lovegood:
“is everything ok?” you shake your head no at her question and she stops
she kisses your nose and asks what’s wrong
george weasley:
immediately freezes
pulls out and tries to calm down your breathing
kissing you repeatedly
fred weasley:
asks what’s wrong as he continues
you scream for him to stop and immediately noticed something is off
apologizes and hugs you till you sleep
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witchthewriter · 1 year
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𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐏 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬
⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!      
a/n: (Let me know if you want a separate post for a character - I’ll go into more depth). Also this is one of my favourite posts, it’s so wholesome
Inspired by @angelltheninth. Thank you for always writing such amazing posts!
ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ        
𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿
A glimpse into your life with your HP s/o. 
𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚  
・Constantly forgets where she puts things
    “It’s the nargles...” Luna mutters, looking underneath the couch pillows for her necklace.
“It’s not the nargles,” you reply, shaking your head.  
・Always makes you late because she forgets her wand or bag 
・So you create a space where she is allowed to dump her things. It actually made it a lot easier. You’ve dubbed it ‘Luna’s Space’ 
・Even though she can ‘Accio’ her things, she actually needs her wand to do that, and she also forgets her wand. 
・Yes, there are a lot of animals in and around your household
・Luna cannot help but attract them
・And they’re usually a mix of muggle animals as well as magical animals 
・Bowtruckles that like to hide in your jacket pockets, jackalope’s that like to sneak inside and fall asleep in front of the fire, a kneazle who actually bonded with you and rarely leaves your side (gets upset when you have to leave her at home)
・You cook as Luna is ghastly at making food 
・But she tidies up and makes sure the fire is always burning (for some reason she’s always cold)
・Nights snuggling on the couch, sharing a big fuzzy blanket and staring into the flames,, or reading a book
𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝
・Is very messy. He leaves his clothes scattered around the place. You’ve told him that if he continues to do it then you’ll shrink his clothes. 
・He respected the threat, and his clothes now live in their proper places
・Is a bit of a wiz in the kitchen - 
・Until you realised that he was just enchanting everything to cook themselves 
・Is quite social so there’s usually someone coming around each week (either George or Lee Jordan)
・A lot of testers for the joke shop are done at home, so if something blows up then...Fred is in big f*cking trouble
・He actually journals a LOT
・And has some really interesting ideas
・Wants to travel with you, to experience different cultures
・Ultimately he wants to learn about different forms of magic so he can incorporate it into his life and work
・You do visit Molly a lot, and sit down with her, Ginny and Hermione to discuss life
・Arthur becomes a great confidant as well. He has some great knowledge, espcially about his son
・Fred has extravagant gifts for you. They may not be expensive since he’s saving money, but he does want to make you feel special
・In terms of pets, Fred wants ones that can be useful. But sometimes you get lonely when you come home from work and he’s still at the shop 
・So you’re still deciding on what you want to get...
𝐂𝐡𝐨  
・Wanted to be the sole person in charge of decorating 
・An apartment not too far from the heart of London
・Everything in your house is a light blue with hints of silver and a dash of purple
・Took a lot of inspiration from the beauxbatons, their uniform as well as their overall aesthetic with a hint of Ravenclaw
・Everything is very orderly and she likes things in their proper places 
・For pets you both have your Hogwarts animal - hers is an owl, and you also surprised her with a completely white ragdoll kitten on her first anniversary together (she absolutely loved it)
・Cho loves to sit down with you and talk about each other’s day. What went on and such
・She’s a very touchy person so she loves when you hold her hand and cup her cheek
・She’s also in touch with her emotions and is usually the first to cry in sad situations
・Has a certain routine for her hair, and it actually does work because it is ALWAYS SHINY
・Likes board games as well
・Has a family game night with her side of the family once every two weeks
𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞
・Is surprisingly clean - 
・Always picks up after himself and does a bit of spring cleaning here and there
・He picked it up from his mother; someone had to. And he was used to being the clean twin. The one who cleaned up after Fred 
・His favourite meal is a full baked roast dinner. With Yorkshire puddings and loads of gravy. 
・Once a week you visit the Burrow for dinner. And Molly fusses over you two, saying that you need to eat more. You always leave with a whole sack full of random items for the house. Old lamps, rolls of toilet paper, once she gave you a side table
・Fred is a constant visitor at your and George’s place. He’s almost living there himself
・There’s even been a few times where he’s gotten you groceries 
・George is terrible at saying no to you, so whatever you want, you always get
・Your home is practically the Burrow - you liked the feel of George’s home so much that you did your best to recreate it but add a bit of you in as well
・George absolutely loves living with you. His heart is always full.
・Sometimes he’ll come home and Fred will be in the kitchen, rummaging through the pantry while you’re on the lounge reading, drawing or listening to music 
・It’s a quiet life but George loves it. It’s a reprieve from the shop with Fred, which is always loud and chaotic
・You do visit him and he always has a beaming smile on his face when he sees you
・At home there’s a room full of packages for the joke shop. Some simply toys, others potions and oils. Do you test them out? Sure do - George is happy for you to do so 
𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐲
・Grew up with everything handed to her on a silver platter
・Once she changed her view on muggles, her family basically threw her out 
・Taking pity on her, and thinking the world can be better, you created a friendship. Friendship grew to relationship and that grew to love. 
・So, instead of being merely roommates, you were now a couple
・She’s not the easiest person to get along with. But once you both found your flow, then you were both settled. 
・Pansy forced her femininity in school, but she found that she actually preferred to take on the ‘masculine roles. 
・Can’t lie magic is still a big help though, and Pansy would be absolutely lost if she was in the muggle world 
・Your friends are now her friends. It took a lot of time for them to get around the idea, especially Ginny, but turns out they bonded really deeply
・When Ginny invited the both of you to the Burrow one day Pansy cried that very night
・She had never seen a family like this
・There was so much love. And Mrs Weasley was so attentive.
・One of the things that Pansy loved the most was when Mrs Weasley called her “dear”
・And you nearly cried because it’s such a little thing and Pansy never got to experience that
𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲  
・He wasn’t sure how you wanted to go about this
・Because Harry grew up in the muggle world, as did you, so you were both excited to find the charms that would make domestic life easier 
・Like in the Burrow, where Mrs Weasley had the chores done by magic 
・So you and Harry went to Hermione to find the charms (for some reason Flitwick hadn’t taught that)
・The first time you used it, you and Harry jumped up in the air and wooped. You high fived and kept doing it on different items
・It’s one of your favourite memories 
・Headmaster McGonnagall comes to dinner every second Tuesday - she wanted it to be weekly but she was just too busy. 
・She comes in her robes and is tight lipped when she first enters your home. But after she sits down, her demeanour changes. 
・Minerva knows what she can and can’t say, but when she’s had a few wines she becomes loose-lipped 
・Once she turned into her animagus and fell asleep on your lap, purring loudly
・Sometimes you have to leave the room because her and Harry have very intense conversations; you just want to give him privacy - he never wants you to leave. But you’re usually make ten minutes later with three steaming cups of tea 
・You have framed pictures of Dumbledore, Hagrid and Snape hanging on the hallway walls
・His parents are in the centre on the fireplace mantelpiece 
・The first night you slept in your own home, Harry cried. When you asked why, he told you a story about the Dursleys
・And then you started crying as well
𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞  
・Busy lifestyle. She always has something to do, so you both split the chores 50/50 as you both work
・Things always have their place. And when they aren’t in their place Hermione does her best not to lose it
・And the house is always clean (she knows all the charms)
・The kitchen cleans itself, the bed is always made, shoes are at the front door etc
・They’re charms that are a few steps ahead of what Mrs Weasley uses (Hermione learnt them while reading of course). Once she tried to tell Mrs Weasley about them and the red-headed woman practically walked away (she thinks her way is best). 
・You’ve asked Hermione to teach you everything she knows, that’s why your relationship works. You love her intelligence and knowledge. 
・She isn’t that big on pets though, and has a 5 year plan
    “I’m sorry Y/n, but having a pet wasn’t a part of our plan.” 
“Hermione please, look at him!” 
・She absolutely crumbled when you did the puppy dog eyes while holding the puppy against your face
    “...okay fine, but I’m not picking up any poo.” (She most certainly did.)
・So you have beagle called Finley. And Hermione pretended to be indifferent with him for about a week, and then she fell in love
・Finley goes everywhere with you two, and Hermione’s parents are shocked when the three of you turn up to dinner
   “Umm, sweetheart why-”
“This is Finley, mum and dad, please treat him with respect.”
𝐑𝐨𝐧  
・He had no idea where to start when you first moved in together. He was an absolute mess
   “I just don’t know what you mean by decorating! This is too stressful-”
・Has Harry around a lot. Or at least, asks him to come around a lot
・You guys go to the Burrow at least once a week for a family dinner - everyone is there, and when someone can’t attend, Mrs Weasley is nearly on the brink of tears
・After Ron gets used to the idea of living in his own place, with you. He starts to settle. He finds his routine. 
・He’s usually the last one to wake up and the last to go to bed.
・Absolutely adores sweets, and keeps a whole drawer full next to his bed. In the middle of the night you’ll hear a rustle and it’s Ron opening a chocolate frog
  “Aw, Dumbledore again-”
・Sends howlers to Fred and George, specifically to their shop so they’ll open them in the middle of the store
・You told Ron it was a terrible idea because they hit back 5x harder
・Harry tells Ron about television and Ron absolutely loses it, goes out and buys one the next day 
・His favourite programmes are the Vicar of Dibley and Absolutely Fabulous (although pretends to hate it - turns it off whenever you come into the room), 
𝐆𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐲  
・So excited to move in together!!!
・Her parents are extra pushy because she’s their little girl. But they know you’ll look after her (which is true, but Ginny is the one who wears the pants in this relationship) 
・A lot of Quidditch posters and books
・You have to tell her not to ride her broom in the house 
・Wants to adopt ALL THE DOGS
・She’s at Quidditch practice a lot, so you usually get the things you need to get done in that time so when she comes back you can spend time together
・Ginny is always bringing you back flowers. And they’re huge bouquets. They’re different every time 
・Likes to surprise you with her cooking skills because Mrs Weasley is a bit traditional that way (she didn’t teach her sons how to cook)
・Actually doesn’t cry that often and has her sh*t together most of the time 
・Or she seems like she has her shit together most of the time
・Very good at remembering appointments and the like
・Didn’t care much about decorating the place, but did want it to be cosy like the Burrow
・Has little knick knacks on the kitchen window sill
・And wears gloves while she does the dishes 
𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞  
・I think it’s pretty obvious, but Neville’s home would be COVERED with plants. Vines growing on poles, flowers blooming across window sills, 
・He waters, feeds and tends to them everyday. Not missing a single one. 
・Neville is awake at about 5:30am to do all of it
・Because by that time it’s nearly 7:45 and he has to get ready for work
・Never leaves to go anywhere without giving you a kiss
・Feeds the birds but doesn’t realise that that means a whole flock will came back next time
・You go to see his parents with him at St. Mungos hospital
・And you hold him as he cries in your arms afterwards
・Has nightmares about his parents and it wakes you up in the middle of night
・You met his grandmother and although you have to give her credit for raising Neville, she was quite horrible to him. 
・You’ve told Neville that you will have a go at her if she says one bad thing about him (that includes passive aggressiveness, alluding to him, or anything that could be seen as an insult)
・He loves you for it
・But still has a soft place in his heart for the woman that raised him
𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨  
・After the Battle of Hogwarts Draco’s perspective of the world changed
・He saw horrors as well as allowed horrors to happen. He felt immense guilt. 
・And his relationship with his father was practically ruined 
・His mother was the only parent he saw. But she still had the outlook that purebloods were the only people worthy of respect
・Draco knew he had to make amends. His conscience was heavy. 
・So he went back to Hogwarts and asked the Headmistress McGonaggal how to make up for his wrong doings. 
・That’s how you and Draco got together
・After some time, when your relationship was established, he moved out of the Malfoy Mansion and in with you
・It was a difficult transition, especially the fact that there was no one to wait on him hand and foot
・You taught him how to cook - or at least the charms on how to do so 
・At first it was goddamn hard, but he endured
・And the look on your face when he got it right ... god ... he needed to impress you again and again. Just to see that look. 
・Turns out he’s actually he very good cook. Not that great at cleaning up after himself, but luckily you live in a world of magic 
・You even let him decorate wherever he wished
・He chose quite gothic dark academia style 
・Rich colours; deep emerald, dark blue, burgundy, maroon
・His mother was still giving him money though-
・And you said that he should invite her over
・That first dinner was especially difficult. The look on her face when she walked in ... you could read exactly what she was thinking ‘small, ... poor, why would he give up living with me for this.’
・But the love for her son outweighed the prejudice in her heart
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nadinebrooks · 1 year
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Here is the link to my masterlist.
This one is a little long because I didn't divide it up into 2 parts, but I hope everyone enjoys! Do you prefer them to be shorter or a little on the longer side?
You Get Jealous
Harry: Gryffindor, halfblood, same year
I hate her. I hate her. I hate her.   
I know hate is a strong word, but it was the only emotion I was feeling at this moment. I hate her perfect flaming red her. I hate her perfect freckled complexion. And I hate her perfect personality. She had Harry wrapped around her perfect little finger. She didn't even have to do anything. She just existed and he was obsessed.
After I had to play in that Quidditch match for Harry, Oliver Wood wanted me to start coming to practice. I was learning the roles of the other positions. He explained that he wanted to have me around just in case.  I was not looking forward to playing Quidditch in front of a crowd again. I hope nobody on the team needed me.  
On the way to the field for an afternoon practice on Saturday, Ginny spent the entire time flirting with Harry. She was the team's new Chaser. It was as if he actually enjoyed the attention.
I mean who wouldn’t. There were guys who would go to detention for an entire month with Snape if they got a chance just to talk to Ginny Weasley.
She was absolutely perfect. I hated that I felt this way because I liked to consider Ginny one of my closest friends.  
I tried not to scoff as I watched Ginny talking to Harry. She was batting her eyelashes and giggling. She would touch his arm and he leaned into her touch. Harry was laughing at things that she was saying, but I couldn’t hear what the conversation was about. I knew that Harry wasn't faking his laughter. Ginny was a funny person.   
During practice I sat in the stands and took notes on the different positions. The only position that I think I would have liked besides Seeker would be Beater. I think I would imagine the ball as Ginny's head.   
While I was watching practice, I was thinking about how I was so happy that I wasn't actually practice. It was a grueling one. Oliver told us that he wanted to win the championship this year and he wasn't playing.  
He was making sure that this team was ready for anything and everything. I did appreciate him for that, but I would much rather be curled up in the common room with a good book.
That sounded much better than watching Ginny and Harry flirt. Anything sounds much better than that.  
She looked absolutely perfect while she was flying around on her broom. She wasn't sweaty at all. There wasn't a single hair out of place on her head.   
"You're scowling. What's wrong?" Hermione asked from beside me. She decided that come down to the quidditch pitch to hang out with me since she was done with all her homework for the day.   
"I'm not scowling Hermione." I grumbled tearing my eyes away from Ginny so that I could look at her.  I was happy to have her here.
"You’re definitely scowling (y/n). You don’t have to talk about what's wrong to me, but don't keep all your emotions bottled up inside. It's not good for you." She calmly replied.
Hermione had always been good at reading me. I knew that she knew what was wrong with me. She wasn't going to force me to say anything, but she knew what was going on in my mind.  
"I know Hermione. I just get so..." I trailed off not really sure how to explain to her how I felt.   
"Jealous." Hermione shrugged as if it wasn't that hard to explain. It wasn’t really. I just didn't want to admit it out loud. "I don’t think you have anything to worry about (y/n). I know Harry likes you.” 
"Nothing to worry about?" I rolled my eyes at her. "Ginny is perfect. She is absolutely perfect and I'm just me."   
"Please don’t say that about yourself (y/n). You're perfect too. You just don’t see yourself the same way that we see you."  
That didn't ease my anger at all. Not even a little bit. Ginny had been making these googly eyes at Harry all practice and I couldn’t take it anymore.  
Once practice was finally over, I angrily shoved into her making sure that I bumped into her shoulder. Hard. She stumbled backwards and fell onto the ground. I smirked as I stomped off towards the castle.  
I needed to go somewhere where I knew that I could be alone. I needed to be alone. I barely made it to the Room of Requirement before I collapsed onto one of the couches sobbing.  
I pulled my knees into my chest and rocked slightly to sooth myself. There was absolutely nothing but silence in the room. The only thing I could hear was the sound of my sniffles.   
Was I not enough for him? I mean I knew I couldn’t compete with her, but that didn't mean he had to rub it in my face. I just needed to accept the fact that I wasn't Ginny Weasley and I never would be.   
"What the hell is wrong with you (y/n)?" Harry practically shouted storming into the room. His angry face was replaced with concern when he saw me balled up on the couch. I tried to respond to him, but I started crying again.   
He slowly walked over to me and sat down. I could hardly see him through my tears. I couldn’t catch my breath.   
"Please tell me what's wrong." He tried to pull me into his arms, but I pushed him away. I didn’t want him touching me right now.   
"Am I just a game to you?" I asked as I angrily wiped away the tears.   
"No (y/n). I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry."   
"Then why?"   
"I just wanted you to know how I felt when I saw you kissing Oliver."   
"You mean to tell me that you toyed with my emotions because you're still stuck on something that happened over a year ago?" I was furious. He leaned forward to comfort me, but I pushed myself away.    
"Yeah." He awkwardly reached up and scratched the back of his neck. "It sounds stupid when you say it like that, but I didn’t think you were going to get so upset over me talking to her."   
"You weren't just talking to her. You two were all over each other." I muttered shaking my head. "I was very jealous. I know it sounds kinda stupid, but I didn't like it."   
"Nothing you say sounds stupid. I'm sorry for making you feel that way."  
"You better not let it happen again."   
Ron: Ravenclaw, muggleborn, year above 
Ron and I had always been close ever since I slapped him. I knew that I shouldn’t have a crush on him. I couldn’t lose him. Nor could I stand his rejection. I was almost positive that he had a thing for Lavender.  
The thing was, he didn’t seem as into her as she was into him. I liked to think that he didn't really like her. He was just being polite. That would be the best case scenario, but life never worked out like that for me.   
After some time, I wasn’t so sure. Seeing the two of them together was a constant reminder of my feelings. I tried to push those feelings away, but it was hard. It was really hard.   
"Hey Ronnie." Came that annoying voice. It was Lavender. "I have a lot of work left for History of Magic. I was wondering if you could help me."   
"What's in it for me?" Ron raised an eyebrow at his fellow Gryffindor.   
"Whatever you want." She suggestively grinned at him causing my jaw to drop. "We can decide on something later tonight."   
Ron sheepishly grinned and began gathering all of his belongings. He quickly shoved them all into his backpack and practically ran behind Lavender out of the common room.   
"Gross." Hermione shuddered before gathering all of her things and heading out of the common room as well. That left me and Harry to talk about all the random things that had gone on in our lives this week.  
Harry and I were no means that close, but I did spend a decent amount of time in their common room because of Hermione. We had become extremely close over the past year. I was proud to say that she was one of my best friends.   
"How do you feel about Ron and Lavender?" Harry asked. I had a feeling that he had been wanting to ask me that for a while.   
"Are they like together together?" I asked testing the waters. "If I'm going to honest, Lavender is not the type of girl I saw him with. I figured him and Hermione would be together by now."   
"Him and Hermione argue way too much for any sort of relationship. Lavender did come out of the blue for me too. I think he's with her because he's trying to get over another girl, but you didn’t hear that from me."   
The following week I managed to catch up with Ron when we both had a free period. Since we weren't in the same year it could be hard to get some time together, but we did have the same free period on Thursdays.   
"How's it going with you and Lavender?" I asked as we stepped outside. We would usually walk around the grounds taking in all the scenery.   
"What do you mean?" He looked confused.   
"Lavender Brown? I thought the two of you were together now."   
"Oh, I wouldn’t go as far as saying that we're together. It's nice to have something warm to snuggle up with in the common room, you know?"   
"Ron Weasley." I stopped walking and grabbed both of his shoulders so that he could look me in the face. "You can't lead her on. That isn't fair. Especially when she thinks that your relationship could be going somewhere."
"I wouldn’t call it leading on (y/n). Besides, I think she's in the same headspace as me. We're not looking for it to go anywhere." He let out a small sigh. "I've been interested in this other girl for a while, but I don’t think she wants anything to do with me."   
He had to be talking about Hermione.   
"That can't be true Ron. Any girl would be lucky to have you. You're a great guy." We started back walking on the path through one of the courtyards.   
"Thanks (y/n)." He darkly chuckled. "I think she just sees me as a friend though. She's never done or said anything to make me think that she was interested."  
"Maybe she's nervous." I suggested. "Or she gets a little shy around you."   
"I don’t think so. She's never nervous or shy around me. It's quite the opposite. Maybe it's time that I move on, you know? Maybe I should try pushing it a little harder with Lavender."   
"No." I immediately shook my head. Ron turned to look at me with wide eyes.   
"No what?"  He raised an eyebrow.
"No. You shouldn’t move on."   
"Is there something you want to tell me (y/n)?" He smirked.  
"No." I grumbled.   
"It's okay. You can say it. You can say that you were jealous."   
"I wasn't jealous Ron." I calmy addressed. "I just don’t think it's fair to Lavender to drag your fling out when you can clearly see that she has feelings for you. You don’t want to lead her on when you have feelings for someone else."   
"Hmm you're right." Ron nodded. We went back on talking about random things for the rest of the walk. Lavender hadn’t been brought back up. We headed back towards the castle when it was time for me to go to Charms class.   
"Bye Ron." I gave him a little wave as I started heading up the stairs.  
"Oh and (y/n)?" He called out to me before I had gotten too far away. I turned around raising my eyebrows to let him know that I was listening. "It's okay to be jealous."   
Draco: Ravenclaw, pureblood, year below 
This was new to her. She had taken one too many shots of fire whisky and now she was dancing on top of one of the common room tables.
(y/n) was not used to all the attention, but in this moment she had all eyes on her. Nobody was complaining though. It was nice to see the girl who was usually so shy and tame having a little bit of fun.  
Tonight everyone was celebrating the end of OWLS. Even though it was only the 5th years that took them, everyone got to enjoy the perks of the parties.  
Little did (y/n) know, Draco was paying very close attention to her. He had never seen her drunk before so this was new to him as well.   
Draco didn't dance. Not one bit. So he had found a spot in the corner of the room where he would be able to watch (y/n).
Her hips swayed to the music and it looked as if she was having a really good time. Watching her dance on an elevated surface was something Draco could get used to.   
He sat there for a while sipping his drink and enjoying the show. He didn't really like being the center of attention so this was perfect for him.  Everything about this night had gone perfect. That was until he saw Pansy Parkinson making his way towards her. He tried to look away from her, but she managed to catch his gaze.  
Pansy sat down on the couch beside him and tried to smile seductively at him. Sure, Pansy was a pretty girl, but he had absolutely no interest in her.   
"How's your night going Draco?" She sweetly asked.  
"It's going fine." He replied. He wanted to be short with his responses, but still polite. "How is yours going Pancy?"   
"Mine is going really well. Thank you for asking."  
"That's good Pansy."   
"I don’t understand why (y/n) thinks it's a good idea to dance on the table. And then she's got that tiny dress on. It’s like she wants everyone to look at her."   
"You know (y/n) isn’t like that." Draco coldly replied. He wasn’t going to let Pansy disrespect her. "She's just having a little bit of fun. She deserves it. Especially after all those hours she spent helping us study for OWLS. She didn't have to do that."   
Pansy started talking, but Draco zoned out. He didn’t really care what Pansy had to say about (y/n). He was just happy that she was loosening up a little bit. As he was watching her, he noticed her eyes angrily narrow at Pansy.  
Was that jealously he detected? He didn't think that (y/n) would ever be jealous of Pansy. She had absolutely no reason to be. But he knew that face. It was the face he made whenever he saw (y/n) talking to Ron Weasley.  
It was the face of jealously. Maybe he could use Pansy to his advantage to see if (y/n) felt the same way about him.   
He knew that he had (y/n)'s attention when she stopped dancing and had her gaze firmly fixed on the two of them. He leaned into Pansy acting as if he was extremely interested in what she had to say. He would make sure to touch her and chuckle at everything she was saying. Draco knew that he had (y/n)'s undivided attention.   
(y/n) reached up and began weaving her hands through her hair. Her hips were swaying perfectly with the music as she maintained eye contact with the blonde. She ran her hands down her body making sure that the dance was more sensual than it had been before.   
Damn, Draco could get used to seeing a drunk and jealous (y/n).   
Pansy placed her hand on his forearm. He wanted to shake her away, but he noticed that (y/n) had hopped down from the table and was now making her way over to the two of them.   
"Come dance with me Draco." She had her hands firmly placed on her hips. Even though it was a request, she wasn’t asking.   
"Can't you see that he's a little busy?" Pansy spoke up.   
"I want to dance Draco." (y/n) was speaking to Draco, but she was looking at Pansy. Pansy stared right back at (y/n). She wasn't just going to back down.   
"Your wish is my command." He sheepishly grinned and wrapped an arm around (y/n)'s waist pulling her to the middle of the common room. They left behind a stunned looking Pansy.   
"What was that (y/n)?" He smirked as her spun her around and she pressed up against his body. The two of them began moving to the music. The both of them knew that Pansy was watching so they wanted to give her a good show.  
"I didn’t like the way she was all up on you." (y/n) huffed.   
"Hmm do I detect a hint of jealousy?"   
"No. You detect a lot of jealousy."   
George: Slytherin, halfblood, same year 
Once the sound of clanging pots and pans drifted up to my bedroom, I knew it was time to get out of the bed. I was never awaken this way at my house, but I came to love the sounds at the Weasley household.  
As I got out of bed and tried to make myself look more presentable, the smell of bacon began wafting up the stairs. There was no food in the word that came anywhere close to Molly Weasley's cooking.   
I finally climbed out of the warm bed and slipped a hoodie on over my tank top. I headed downstairs to see that I was the last one to make my way to the kitchen. Everyone else had gathered in the living room to wait for Molly to finish up cooking.   
"Good morning  sleeping beauty. Nice of you to join on." George joked looking over in my direction.   
"You were up there so long I thought you had died." Fred added on. I rolled my eyes and flipped off the twins. The first time I did that, the twins didn't understand the gesture. It came from my Muggle side. Once they learned what it meant, it was something we did to each other all the time.   
When breakfast was done cooking, Molly called all of us into the kitchen. I got ready to sit down beside George, but not before Hermione could slip into the seat before I could. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.  
I always sat in this seat beside George. I shrugged it off and took the seat across the table from him which was beside Ron. I didn't mind sitting by Ron at all. It was just weird because she was the one who usually sat by Ron.  
Hermione and Ginny instantly began talking about celebrities from the Muggle world. Hermione had brought pictures to show Ginny. I mostly just listened to their conversation, but I would give some input every now and then. I think a lot of people forgot that my mom was a Muggle, so I was familiar with a lot of these things.   
"So Hermione," Ginny gushed, "What are you looking for in a partner?"   
"I've always wanted someone who could make me laugh. They need to be a kind person as well. You know that I'm not obsessed with looks, it's more about personality for me. But it wouldn’t hurt if they're nice to look at, you know? I would also like them to be taller than me which shouldn’t be too hard since I'm not the tallest person."
"Hmm sounds like you just described me." George interjected bringing all the attention to him. Hermione clearly blushed and looked away from the beaming redhead.  
I felt my fist clenching and I had to force myself to finish the rest of my breakfast. If I didn’t, Molly was sure to ask what was wrong. I didn’t feel like explaining to her that I was jealous of another girl who I would be living with for the next couple of weeks.   
Once breakfast was over, the boys and Ginny decided that they wanted to play Quidditch. It was snowing outside so it was pretty cold. I made sure to put on extra socks. I hated when my toes got cold.  
Hermione made her way over to a spot on the porch so she could read a book she had just gotten, but still pay attention to the game happening above. I would be the referee for their little match.   
They had been playing for a little while and I watched as George flew down and landed beside Hermione. He said something to her, but I was too far away to hear. They exchanged a couple of words and George quickly ran inside. After a couple of moments, he came back out with one of his knitted sweaters that he always got for Christmas.  
It was one of the signature knitted sweaters from Molly. Why was he giving it to Hermione? She immediately pulled it on over her head and gave George the biggest smile ever.   
I felt myself shaking with rage. He didn't even ask if I was cold. I told everyone that I had to go to the bathroom and headed towards the house. George called after me, but I just kept walking.   
I tried to quickly walk upstairs to the bathroom, but I was no match to his long strides. I managed to get to the bathroom and almost slam the door, but he caught ahold of it.   
"What are you doing?" I hissed trying to pull it shut. "I need to use the bathroom."   
"Not before you tell me what's wrong."   
"Nothing is wrong George. I just need to pee."   
"You've been pouting all morning. Something is clearly wrong with you."   
"I'm fine." I said trying to keep my voice from rising. I didn't feel like explaining myself to him. He cocked his head to the side studying my face. "What?" I questioned. 
"I just want to know what is going on in that pretty little head of yours."   
"What is going on between you and Hermione?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.   
"Nothing is going on between us." He threw his head back and laughed.  
"What about the conversation this morning? About you claiming to be her type and then getting a sweater for her. You could've gotten her any sweater, but of course you get her one with a G on it. As if you were claiming her."   
"If you want me to claim you darling, all you have to do is ask." He smirked causing my face to heat up under his gaze. "I was trying to get a rile out of you this morning and about the sweater, she was just cold. You don’t have to worry about anything. I only have eyes for you." He leaned down and planted a kiss on my forehead. "Have a nice pee."   
He turned away from me and walked back down the hallway. I had forgotten all about going to the bathroom.  
Fred: Gryffindor, pureblood, 2 years below (same as Trio) 
"I just heard that Hannah Abbott is going to Hogsmeade with Fred tonight." Hermione angrily ran her hands through her thick hair. She was practically ranting to Harry and I. "I don’t understand what he sees in her. I mean he's got a perfectly good girl who is practically in love with him, but he doesn’t care. Not one bit. I mean what does he even see in Hannah? She can’t even hold a candle to you (y/n)."   
"Hold on Hermione. Let's take a minute and think about what you just said. I'm not in love with Fred." I jokingly rolled my eyes at her. Sure, I was a little hurt. I thought that Fred and I had something going on, but maybe he decided to move on because I hadn't expressed my feelings towards him.  
"It's okay to admit your feelings (y/n). I see the way you look at him. Please don't make the same mistake as me and take too long to say how you feel." Hermione lovingly placed a hand on top of mine. I knew that she had been feeling a little down lately.   
I had a feeling that Fred was teasing me. We had been playing this game of cat and mouse for years. But what could I say to him? If I said what I really wanted to say, I had a feeling that he would laugh in my face and leave with Hannah on their date.   
I decided that I needed to tell him. I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t. I was tired of being this jealous girl who was scared to admit her feelings. When he came down the stairs to leave for his date, I stopped him.   
"Where are you going?" I stood in front of him blocking his path. I was done with this silly little game the two of us had been playing for the past couple of years.   
"I'm just going out with a friend. Why? Is there something you need (y/n)?"   
"No." I shook my head trying to figure out exactly what I wanted to say to him. I awkwardly rocked back and forth on my heels. I should have thought about this before I corralled him in our common room. "I was just wondering. I heard you were going on a date."    
"I mean, I guess you could call it a date. Look (y/n), I can see that something is on your mind. Can we continue this conversation when I get back? I've got to meet her and I don't want to keep her waiting."  
"Sure Fred. Have fun." I nodded stepping out of his way so that he could walk around me. I have him a small wave as he quickly walked out of the common room. Every fiber in my being was screaming for me to stop him. To tell him that I was right here waiting on him. I didn’t want him to go on that date with Hannah. It should be me that he was taking out on a date. I slowly walked back over to my seat on the couch.   
"I'm sorry Hermione." I mumbled as tears were threatening to tumble down my cheeks. "I just froze. I didn’t know what to say to him.   
"You don’t have to apologize to me. I froze so many times when I wanted to tell him how I felt. You could always wait until he comes back and talk to him."  
"I just don’t know what I would even say. What if he hates me?"   
"He could never hate you (y/n)." Hermione gave me a supportive smile before standing up and leaving me on the couch to think about what I wanted to say when he came back. I only sat there for about an hour or so until Fred got back.  
I had been going over how I expected this conversation to go in my mind. Let's just say that my guesses of how this conversation was going to go weren't very good.   
"Hey, (y/n)." I heard Fred say as he walked in. I had decided that I was just going to go for it. I had nothing to lose at this point. "I didn’t forget that you wanted to talk about something." He walked over to the couch and plopped down beside me. He casually tossed an arm on couch beside me. "So what's up?"   
"Well how was your date?" I asked trying to ease into the conversation.  
"It was okay." He shrugged. "It was nice to get out of Hogwarts for a little while, but it wasn’t anything spectacular."   
"Who was the date with?"   
"It was with Hannah Abbott. I think you know her."   
"I do know Hannah." I sadly nodded. She seemed perfect for Fred to go on a date with. I'm sure they had an amazing time and he was just saying these things to keep my feelings from being hurt.  
"Did you ask her? Or did she ask you? Or was this more of a mutual thing?"   
"I mean she instigated it, but it was a pretty mutual thing. Is everything alright (y/n)?"  
"Yes."   
"No it isn't. I can tell by the look on your face that everything isn't okay." He gently took my face in his hands so that I could look him in the face. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"   
"Yes I know." I shyly looked away. "Honestly Fred, I didn't want you to go on a date with Hannah."   
"Why not?" Fred raised an eyebrow.   
"I think you know why." I mumbled.  
"Please enlighten me." He was grinning now. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Now he was just teasing me. He knew exactly why I didn’t want him on that date. This might be my only chance to say something. But at the same time, I didn't want to be a game to him. "Just say it (y/n)."   
"Okay fine." I stood up so that I could run away if I needed to. "Please don’t go on another date with Hannah Abbott. Actually Fred, I don’t want you to go on a date with anyone else."  
"Were you jealous (y/n)?" He smirked.  
"You’re really going to make me spell it out for you." I grumbled rolling my eyes.   
"No, I don't need you to do that. I'm going to honest with you, the date wasn't that good. So uh, (y/n), would you like to go on a date with me? I would hate to see you jealous again. Even though you were pretty cute."  
Cedric: Hufflepuff, muggleborn, same year 
For this one can we please pretend that Cedric didn't die during the Triwizard Tournament. Please and thank you. 
I was furious. I had never been the jealous type, but lately Cedric had me feeling emotions that I had never felt before. My eyes narrowed at the very pretty Ravenclaw who was straight up flirting with Cedric. It’s not like I could be upset or anything. I wasn't even dating the guy.   
So why did I feel envious when I saw them talking? I was bitter and spiteful. Cedric was someone who bounced between the line of friendly and flirtatious. I wanted to walk right over to him, grab his tie, and force my lips onto his.  
At times it felt like he was interested in me. And at other times it felt like he just saw me as a friend. Why were boys so confusing? If you want me why wouldn’t you just say so? It’s not that hard.   
After winning the Triwizard Tournament, Cedric became even more popular at Hogwarts. He had all these girls throwing themselves at him, but Cedric was not someone who liked to play with girl's emotions.   
I knew that he was really busy with all the interviews he was having to do after winning. He was having to be extremely careful with any girls that he was seen talking to. Cedric told me that's why he had distanced himself from me these past couple of weeks.   
We were very good friends and he didn't want the Daily Prophet or Rita Skeeter to turn our relationship into something it's not. Rita Skeeter had done enough digging into his personal life.   
I appreciated Cedric for wanting to protect me, but would it be so bad if people did think we were together in that way? I mean maybe that would keep a certain raven-haired beauty from touching all over my man.
Well, he didn’t know that he was my man, but he was my man.   
Cedric was obviously trying to keep Cho Chang at a distance from him. He was looking at her as if she was only a friend, but she wasn't taking the hint. Cedric was too much of a gentleman to do much about it though. He graciously accepted her compliments and politely smiled when she flirted with him. I wanted to scream.   
I had seen enough of this and they were both going to hear about it from me.   
"How desperate can you be Chang?" I grumbled walking by her. I didn’t stop walking. Instead, I kept walking by her as if I hadn't said anything. She scowled looking towards me. Cedric chuckled and gave me this amused looked.  
"Is there something you want to say (l/n)?" She spat. I didn't expect her to respond and I whipped around glaring at her. 
"Not really, I was just trying to give you some advice. You're a pretty girl, but even you can't make desperation look good."   
"Oh please don't tell me that you've caught feelings." She threw her head back and laughed.  
"No." My eyes narrowed at her. "I just know an attention seeking whore when I see one."   
"(y/n)." Cedric scolded and lightly began dragging me way from her. "That wasn't very nice of you."   
"Oh well." I shrugged grinning at the look on Cho Chang's face as we left.   
"I've never seen you like this (y/n)." He stopped walking and stared down at me.   
"Seen me how?" I raised an eyebrow. My expression told him to tread lightly.   
"Jealous." He instantly replied.  
"I was not jealous. I just wanted Chang to have more respect for herself. She was practically begging for you to take her upstairs to your bedroom."   
"It was harmless flirting (y/n)." He chuckled.   
"It was anything but harmless."   
"I really like this jealous side of you. I hope to see it again." He jokingly pinched my side.   
"I won't be so nice to her next time." I grumbled swatting his hand away.  
"And I wouldn’t have it any other way."   
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bath1lda · 3 months
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where are the ron weasley fanfics?
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imajinxnation · 2 years
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"Forgetting Something?" - Harry Potter Preference/Reaction
Warning: FLUFF
Ngl I got this idea from a prompt generator😅
Considering Draco isn't exactly my fave character, I liked making his scenario the most!
If you would like a part 2 with more characters, all you have to do is ask!
Harry Potter
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As Harry was about to walk out the door for work, he heard you speak,
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
Harry turned towards you and thought for a minute, then checked his pockets to feel for anything missing.
"No, I don't think so, now I really have to get to work, love you!" Harry said, hurriedly.
You rolled your eyes and bounced up off your chair to catch him before he leaves. You grabbed his arm and spun him around to face you. He was about to say something when he felt your lips press against his. The kiss was over as soon as it started.
"Now you can go!" You smiled and started back towards your chair.
Harry stood there for a second before you spoke again.
"Well? Go, you'll be late if you keep standing there, ya great lump! Get to work!" You giggled as Harry left with the goofiest grin on his face.
Ron Weasley
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"Okay, I'm going to work now, love you!" You exclaimed.
"Yeah, love you, too," Ron replied.
As you were just about to turn the door knob, you suddenly realized that your boyfriend hadn't kissed you goodbye. You turned around leaned your back against the door and hummed.
"I think you're forgetting something," you said, staring at your boyfriend who was currently reading the letter he received from Harry earlier.
Ron looked up to see you with a smirk on your face. He looked around the room, trying to figure out what you meant, shrugged his shoulders and shook his head in an 'I don't think so', and went back to reading the letter.
You rolled your eyes, pushed yourself off of the aged wood door and stalked over to your boyfriend.
You tilted his chin up to face you and soon enough, your lips lightly touched his. When Ron started to kiss you deeper, you pulled away and walked back to the door.
"Now I'm ready to go, bye!"
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It had been a good few minutes after Draco left for work before you realized something; Draco forgot to kiss you goodbye.
You jumped up from the black leather chair you were sitting on, snatched a jacket and a hat to accommodate to the wintery weather and bolted out the door, not before locking it of course.
As you speed walked in the way of your boyfriends work, you were constantly looking around to see if you might be able to get your kiss before he actually gets to the building. Lucky for you, you noticed the blonde, almost white hair and started to walk faster, almost sprinting.
As soon as you caught up to him, you tapped his shoulder. Draco looked behind him and saw you, slightly out of breath.
"(Y/n)? What are you doing, is something wrong?" He asked, worriedly.
"You forgot something!" You huffed out.
"Wha-?"
Draco was cut off by your lips pressed against his, your hands settling on the junction between his neck and shoulders. After a few seconds, Draco tried to deepen the kiss, but was stopped when you broke the kiss.
"That's all! I love you!" You grinned, cheekily, leaving Malfoy in a state of shock.
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littlethie · 1 year
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do you know what i absolutely love?
authors’ notes at the beginning of their fics and stories
like
yes! tell me more, give me the story of how you were inspired, what was happening to you at that time, you were on a roadtrip and writing it while travelling through Europe? FUN! You were studying and this was the only thing that made it easier? I FEEL YOU!
I love all that and I wish authors did it more often
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mqstermindswift · 2 months
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guysss pls tag me in some good ron weasley x reader fanfics <33
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I would like to offer the possibility of a Ron x Harry x Hermoine ship where Ron is the voice of reason, Harry is either the goodest or the most feral boy (or both; what's stopping him exactly?), and Hermoine IS still the brain, but she needs to be reminded to have self-control.
They can be in any house, because they will make it work.
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[IN THE MAKING]
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[IN THE MAKING]
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urwhorecrux · 3 months
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How would the hp boys ask you out / confess to you? Please make it long and romantic ❤
⋆ ˚⁀➷ ₊˚⊹⋆ 𝗛𝗣 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦 - 𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗔𝗦𝗞 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗢𝗨𝗧
ft. harry potter, ron weasley, draco malfoy & cedric diggory.
warnings. fluff, mentions of kissing.
masterlist | my preferences
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— 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑
after being around harry and you earning his trust, everything eventually fell together. it didn’t take long to realize his feelings for you. he realized when he saw you with someone who wasn’t him, wether it was just a guy friend or a guy who seemed like he’d flirt with you, he realized he’d have to take his chance before someone else could.
shy, and unsure, hermione and ron began noticing and continued pushing him closer to you, like an awkward school crush.
he began a small conversation, flustered with every word you said he began to ask nervously, “y/n? would you maybe be interested in um- going out with me?”.
he’s more happy than anything when you agree, giving you a soft kiss on your cheek. he couldn’t believe he was going out with a person he actually felt close to, and one he could trust.
— 𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘
the gryffindor common room was quiet, with nothing but ron, you, and his thoughts.
he noticed you slowly drifting to sleep, noticing how beautiful you looked, and the way you looked perfect to him all the time.
with a heavy sigh he dropped his books and began lifting your legs that were sprawled out across him.
moments later, your eyes fluttered open, realizing something awoke you.
“sorry darling, didn’t mean to wake you jus’ thought you’d wanna sleep alone” he apologized.
“no- ronnie, just stay.”
his face softened, looking at you with warm eyes, he began nuzzling into your neck, slowly adjusting in a comfortable position with you.
the room fell silent for a moment, before ron continued.
“maybe, i was just- i was wondering do you wanna go to hogsmeade with me tomorrow? just.. us?”
“yea, yea great, it’s a date then” you heart fluttered as he smiled sweetly at you.
— 𝐂𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘
the fog was rolling over the filled quidditch pitch, where hufflepuff caught the snitch and the crowd roared with excitement.
you scanned the air for hufflepuff’s seeker, cedric diggory. a crowd of people wearing yellow and black all over swarmed around him as he caught the snitch in the last second, everyone cheering excitedly.
as you shot through the stands searching for him in the crowd, you noticed him, the boy with fluffy hair who was also searching for you in the stands, despite everyone crowding around him.
you rushed toward him, practically diving in his arms in front of the crowd.
“ced, that was really a great game i’m just so proud of you”, you nuzzled into his neck, giving him a sweet kiss on his cheek.
after the crowd cleared he led you back to the stands, where it was the just the two of you in each other’s arms, celebrating your own way.
“y/n?” he muttered.
“yea ced?”
“don’t you think i deserve a prize? you know, for winning?”
“perhaps” you slightly smiled at him as he was grinning at you.
“maybe, a date?” he began batting his flirtatious eyes, knowing exactly what he was doing.
“that’d be great ced, i love it.”
— 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘
dim light surrounded the three broomsticks. draco invited you out but this time it was unexpected- with no friends. no friends to tease you two and no friends to interrupt your conversations which felt like they could go on for hours.
draco and you continued talking about your interests, when he noticed how passionate you were talking about yours, he slowly began to soften his gaze towards you.
“y/n-“ he interrupted.
“um, yeah draco?”
he paused for a moment, flustered and shy, he began.
“you know you’re just um- just really beautiful.” he whispered.
you couldn’t help but giggle a bit, he’d never say this in front of your guy’s friends, why now? what was so special about this moment now? you realized it had been unusual for him to compliment you like this, flushed with red cheeks and his hand near yours.
“well- thanks dray, you know you’re actually quite handsome” you softly smiled before looking away.
thirty minutes had gone by, then an hour, then again another hour and eventually you both stayed until closing hour.
you had been shocked by the night it was, surprised yet warmed by his confession, you couldn’t help but think of what the two of you could be someday.
he walked you out, where the weather was cold and almost freezing, he intertwined his arm with yours, where you wandered all the way back to your common room.
“y’know dray, i actually had a great time tonight” you smiled.
“yeah, me too dray, maybe we could do this again sometime soon?”
“yeah, yeah of course”
you began slowly turning towards the staircase leading towards your dorm, before you could draco softly grabbed your arm.
“y/n- actually i was wondering, would you wanna be my girlfriend, y’know, be official?”
“dray,” you began, “yes, i’d love to be yours”.
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wynt3rrr · 1 year
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fandom: harry potter
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐲𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
10 years after the Battle of Hogwarts, the same boys who shared a dormitory are now raising little humans. 
⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading! 
ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ              
𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿
𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫
・The Nurturing Dad™
・Always makes sure the baby has everything it wants and needs (always goes over the top.)
    “Harry she already has everything. Just sit down!” 
“But maybe she wants more binkies? Or another teddy? Babies love teddies-” 
・Because he was given very little in his childhood, Harry unconsciously experiences that type of love through his daughter
・You had to point it out to him a few days before her first birthday. Harry was going OVERBOARD. 
   “She won’t remember Harry, it’s okay.”
“I don’t care if she doesn’t remember. She deserves it anyway.”
・He hates hearing her cry. The Dursleys used to let him cry and cry when he was younger. So his baby self realised no one was coming when he cried - so he stopped
・So, he never wants that to happen to his baby girl. 
・Bought her a broom for her third birthday. It was only a toy one, barely hovering more than four feet in the air. But your little one loved it
・Molly and Arthur are referred to as Nanny and Poppy. Harry’s smile was ear to ear when Molly told him they wanted to be called that
    “You’re our son, Harry.” 
・Harry gets up in the middle of the night to check on her. He just loves looking at her in the doorway
𝐑𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲
・The Interactive Dad™
・The first time you got pregnant, you were only expecting ONE baby. But lo-and-behold, two heartbeats were found on the monitor. 
・Ron nearly fainted
・Molly cried when you told her the news
・Ginny was ecstatic! So eager to be an Aunt. George was a bit hesitant, as well as distant when you told him. He didn’t want to be around the babies because he thought he’d give them some sort of darkness. 
・But as soon as they were born, George was in love with them and with being an Uncle.
・When you were in the hospital bed, exhausted but content, the Weasley’s found their way to your suite and Ginny was holding balloons
・ Molly cried again
・They two babies, a girl and a boy, had freckles but only one had red hair
・When George sat down and was given both babies to hold, you could see the change in him. 
     “He...he looks like Fred.” 
“We know. His names Fred, and the other is Georgina.” 
・During the birth, Ron was there the whole time. From beginning to end. He told you to squeeze his hand as much as you needed to
・Is a stay-at-home dad. When you go to work, Ron has the twins strapped to his front and back. 
      “Look who’s home!” He calls from the kitchen. The place is pretty messy, but he’s started on dinner. 
・The twins wear the beanies, scarves and jumpers that Nana Molly has knitted for them
・Georgina has a thing with biting though, and the first time she bit Ron he was ... kinda impressed
    “Honey at least we know she can defend herself-”
𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦
・The Thoughtful & Affectionate Dad™
・His child is the light of his life. You couldn’t find a better father. 
・He’s patient, caring, level-headed and loving. 
・Makes the baby’s food, does bath time and changes nappies (probably changed more than you have. He always says “You carried him for nine months, ripped parts of yourself to birth him. The least I can do is change his nappies.) 
・He remembers your little boy’s favourite toy, colour, food and place. 
・Neville has a hard time leaving your son with anyone, or going somewhere else without him. He constantly sends messages and writes down detailed instructions on how to look after your baby
・Takes as many photos of your son as possible. Has a whole book of them already 
・Neville also shows anyone/everyone the photo he keeps in his pocket of you two. It’s of the first Christmas you had in your own home with your firstborn
・Isn’t afraid of showing your son affection. He’ll pepper kisses all over his face and it makes him giggle (the baby, well, Neville as well...)
・LOVES reading bedtime stories 
𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧
・The Providing Dad™
・You’re either a working mum or stay at home mum. Seamus is out during the week, working for the ministry
・He felt really bad in the beginning because your son wouldn’t recognise him. The hours were long, especially because the ministry was working overtime, trying to get the Wizarding World back into shape
・But with consistency, and patience, Seamus bonded with his son so strongly
・Seamus makes everyone feel safe at home. He locks all the doors and windows, and can be relied on for backup whenever it’s wanted 
・Did your son inherit the blowing things up gene? To your utter dismay. Yes. 
・Was a bit defensive when your son liked ‘girly’ things, but you explained gender norms and expression. When he saw how much your son found joy in dressing up or playing with dolls, he came round
・You dress your son in matching outfits with Seamus. You do it without telling him and see how long it takes for him to notice (he hasn’t noticed yet)
𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬
・The Cool Dad™
・Everyone wants to come around to your house because Dean is so friendly
・Dean actually loves going shopping for your daughter. He loves the little outfits, the pink onesies and tutus with matching fairy wings. 
・He’s great with sleepovers. They drive you insane, but he handles chaos so easily
・You asked him about it one day. 
   “How do you handle it, Dean? They’re so loud when they’re together! There’s so much mess too. God, I don’t want to ruin their fun but it’s driving me crazy!” 
       “I know, it’s okay sweetheart. I guess it doesn’t bother me because it doesn’t matter. And the mess, the noise, it’s all caused because they’re having fun.” 
  “You have a point. But you keep your calm with everything!” 
         “Don’t take this the wrong way, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. The battle at Hogwarts changed me. Life is so fragile. Anything can mean nothing and everything - you just have to decide what’s important and what isn’t.”
・Uses your daughter to flirt with you. He’ll send her in with a bunch of roses and says “these are from daddy” but she gets bored with it and drops them on the floor 
・DEFINITELY plays dress up and has a favourite princess crown
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Here is the link to my masterlist.
You Realize You Like Him
Harry: Gryffindor, halfblood, same year
"Hey (y/n)?" There came a timid voice from above me. I was sitting on a couch reading a couple of chapters from a book I had picked up from the library this morning. Looking up I saw Ron Weasley nervously standing in front of me as if he had something to say. He awkwardly rocked back and forth between his feet. I had never seen him like this before.
"Hey Ron. Did you need something?" I closed my book and focused all my attention to him. Even though the book had started to get good, it could wait.
"I was just wondering if you wanted to go to the Yule Ball with me? It's totally fine if you don't want to. I would understand."
"Did you wait too long to ask the girl you actually wanted to go with?" I chuckled wishing that he had asked Hermione to go with him instead. I though the two of them were destined to be together.
But Ron had waited too long and she ended up going with Viktor Krum. I don't think he knew that though. She for sure would have gone with him if he had made a move though.
"If I said yes would you still go with me?" He sheepishly chuckled scratching the back of his neck.
"Yeah." I giggled, " Of course I'll go with you Ron."
"Thank you (y/n)." He let out a sigh of relief, "I'll meet you at 7:00 in the common room." I watched as Ron walked off to tell Harry the good news and I couldn't help but smile a little at his actions. He was adorable.
Over the past couple of weeks I noticed that there had been this slight tension between Ron and Harry. I thought that it had to do with Harry being dragged into the spotlight once again, but Hermione told me it was because Harry didn't get to take the person he wanted to the ball. I was instantly curious at who this person was. Cho Chang maybe?
The night of the ball, Hermione and I helped each other get ready. She had to leave before me since she had to meet Viktor somewhere. I spent a couple more minutes fixing my makeup until I realized I was going to keep Ron waiting. I touched up my hair one last time before quickly walking out of my room. I found Ron waiting in the common room with Harry.
"Wow." Ron and Harry said in unison when I walked up to the them. I giggled and jokily rolled my eyes. It must've been a shock for them to see me all dressed up like this.
"You look really nice." Ron grinned holding out his arm so I could loop mine with his. I wasn't sure if I was just imagining this but it seemed like Harry had this annoyed look on his face.
The whole night went way better than I could have expected. Ron was the perfect gentleman and he was a much better dancer than I could have imagined.
After dancing for a while we both started to get thirsty, so he went to go get us some drinks. As a slow song started playing, I headed to go sit down until Harry asked me to dance. I nodded and followed him out to the floor. I told myself one dance and then I would go back to Ron. I was his date after all.
I couldn't help but smile as Harry wrapped his arm around my waist and grabbed my hand. He wasn't as good of a dancer as Ron was, but I figured Molly had taught him how to dance.
"I just want to say you look absolutely beautiful (y/n)." He blushed bright red and spun me around. "I didn't get to tell you that earlier."
"Thank you Harry." I whispered and before I could stop myself, I rested my head on his chest and I felt him rest his chin on the top of my head. When the song was over, I got out of his grasp and decided it was time to go find Ron.
Walking away from Harry, there was a smile on my face that wouldn't go away for the rest of the night.
Ron: Ravenclaw, muggleborn, year above
I absolutely hated being sick. I try not to use the word hate, but one thing that I do hate is being sick. Whenever I am sick, I feel like I took for granted all those times I wasn't sick. My head was throbbing, my nose was runny, and every time I took a shallow breath, I could feel my lungs rattling around in my chest.
It was my own fault though. I had brought this illness upon myself. I had no business playing out in the snow without a jacket. I thought back to yesterday's events.
The second I realized it was snowing, I ran outside with some of my closest friends. Luna Lovegood tried to tell me to bring a jacket down, but I was too excited to listen to her. I just wanted to build some snowmen.
We stayed outside for a while until I realized that I should have listened to Luna. Once I had gotten up from my snow angel, I knew that I had made a terrible mistake. I stood there shivering for a moment until Ron Weasley walked over to me.
"I have an extra sweater if you would like to wear it." He offered holding out a green sweater with a gold R stitched across the front. I took the sweater and slipped it over my head before placing a quick kiss on his cheek. I watched as he turned bright red and I ran off to participate in a Hufflepuff vs Ravenclaw snowball match.
This morning I woke up still wearing his sweater, but feeling absolutely awful. When I opened my eyes, I could feel a searing pain shoot through my head. I closed my eyes again hoping the pain would go away, but it didn't. I needed to get to the infirmary.
I was going to need to see Madam Pomfrey. There was no way I could get over this sickness by myself. I managed to climb out of the bed, slip into some comfy pants, and stagger to the infirmary. I collapsed on the floor shivering and Madam Pomfrey quickly rushed over to me and helped me get into a bed.
"You children do realize this will happen if you play in the snow without proper attire." She scolded.
"I promise I won't happen again." I managed to get out before collapsing onto the bed. I groaned thinking about all the classes I was going to miss today. They were going to be bombarding us with homework.
Madam Pomfrey came back to me holding a mug with a steaming liquid inside. I took a cautious sip not expecting it to taste like peppermint hot chocolate. I quickly downed the rest of it and passed the mug back to her.
"You should start feeling better in about a day or so. You've got a nasty flu from being out in the cold. I suggest you get comfy." I nodded and looked around the infirmary for anyone else to talk to, but it was just me. I guess everyone else was smart enough to bring a jacket outside yesterday.
I ended up taking a little nap and when I woke up, I saw Ron Weasley standing in the doorway arguing with Madam Pomfrey. I couldn't hear them, but it looked as if he was trying to get it and she wasn't having it. Eventually she gave in and told Ron he had "20 minutes to talk to his friend".
He rushed over to me shoving a sheet of parchment paper in my face. "Look (y/n). Look."
I grabbed the sheet and looked at it to see a bold O written on the top of it.
"This is the exam for Charms that you helped me study for. I've never gotten an O on anything until you started helping me. I know I can be difficult to study with but I just wanted to thank you."
"You're welcome Ron." I managed to croak out beaming at how excited he was.
"You're still wearing me sweater." He pointed out taking the exam back from me.
"Oh." I had completely forgotten about it. I got ready to pull it off and hand it back to him, but he stopped me.
"No, you can keep it. I have tons of them. I'll ask my mom to make you one too. Besides. I think you look cute in it."
"Really?"
"Really." Ron nodded earnestly back his face taking on a pinkish tint. I couldn't help but grin. I was starting to develop a little crush on Ron Weasley.
Draco: Slytherin, pureblood, year below
I have absolutely no idea what Draco's favorite color is. I did a little research and I found multiple answers that ranged from black to emerald green. The most common answer that I did find was red so I'm rolling with that. If anyone knows what it really is, please let me know.
"You look lovely (y/n)." Blaise addressed walking up to me.
"Why thank you." I flashed him a huge smiled doing a little curtsey. "You look quite dapper if I do say so myself." I was not lying at about that. Blaise looked good.
Everyone knew that he was a very attractive guy. Girls and guys alike were constantly throwing themselves at him. I knew that he was waiting on the perfect girl. Contrary to what people believe, Blaise was not someone who liked to play with girl's emotions. I couldn't wait to meet the lucky person that stole his heart.
My family put on these huge pureblood balls twice a year which I found to be rather boring. Witches and wizards from all over the world came out to attend their balls. One of them was during the summer and another was during the winter months a couple of days after Christmas.
When I was younger, I loved the balls. I loved getting dressed up and enjoying all the fancy things that my parents kept hidden every other day of the year.
But as I got older, I realized the balls were mostly for me. They were hoping that I would find someone at their balls I could end up marrying. I didn't understand why they so desperately wanted me to marry a pureblood since I wouldn't be carrying on the family name. That was the job for my older brothers.
"I noticed that you're wearing red. Which so happens to be Draco's favorite color." Blaise smirked taking a couple of sips of his champagne.
"I had no idea." I mumbled snatching a glass of champagne off the tray one of the waiters was carrying. Blaise didn't say anything, he just threw his head back and laughed. He knew that I was lying. Whenever he laughed you couldn't help but join in. I placed a hand over my mouth trying to quiet my giggles.
I knew that Blaise and I should be mingling with the other members of the party, but we didn't want to. We were happy just talking to each other. The two of us laughing caused almost everyone around us to look over and us and stare. I noticed a couple of girls who had their eye on Blaise were glaring at me. They had nothing to worry about. I had absolutely no interest in him.
"What about her?" I suggested gesturing over to a girl with long dark curly hair. "She's pretty."
"She is." Blaise shrugged and then let out an agitated groan. "My parents are calling me over to talk to this girl. I'll be back to check up on you and the Draco situation." Seemed like Blaise's parents had the same idea as mine.
There was no Draco and I situation which I had to keep reminding him about. I had always thought Draco was cute, but I'm not really sure how he felt about me. I thought he was going to end up dating Pansy, but they never did.
I wanted Draco to notice me in the way that I noticed him, but I knew that he only saw me as a younger sister. I stood off to the side sipping my champagne watching all these girls flock around Draco. but He looked bored. It looked as if he had absolutely no interest in whatever they were saying. I couldn't help but swoon at how amazing he looked in his black tux.
"He's not interested in them, you know?" Blaise was back. "He's only ever been interested in one girl."
"Are you sure he doesn't just see me as a little sister?" I nervously rocked back and forth on my heels. I was starting to get nervous watching all these gorgeous girls try to talk to him.
"I'm positive (y/n)." He promised. When I was sure that no one was looking at us, I grabbed Blaise's arm and dragged him off to one of the bathrooms.
I stood in front of the full length mirror and attempted to make myself look better. I touched up my makeup, readjusted my hair, and sprayed on some more perfume.
"How do I look?" I turned around to face Blaise giving him a little spin so he could take in my entire appearance.
"You look exquisite (y/n)." He replied. He said it with such certainty that I had to believe him.
"Thank you." I whispered nervously fiddling with my fingers. I could hear some music start playing and everyone start shuffling around looking for a partner. "Should I ask him to dance?"
"He would never turn you down." We walked back out of the bathroom and Blaise sat his empty glass on a passing tray. I scanned the crowd to see him standing by a window trying not to get himself noticed. "I'm so nervous."
"Wow." Blaise let out a low whistle. "You really do like him."
"Yeah." I nodded confirming his suspicions and taking a couple of steps in Draco's direction, "I really do."
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cursedwithwords · 4 months
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HP Next Gen Headcanons: Roxanne
Full name: Roxanne Alicia "Rox" Weasley
House: Gryffindor
Wand: spruce and dragon heartstring
Patronus: albatross
Profession: tattoo artist
Sexuality: bisexual
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Bonus: The same age as James and Louis and the oldest of the three. High-key an anarchist. Gave herself her first piercing and her first tattoo. Pierced Louis' ears one summer after he lost a bet. Played as a Beater on the house team. Thrifts for her clothes so she can modify and personalize her wardrobe. Inherited all the freckles. Her best subject is Charms. Is closest to her mother but doesn't have the best relationship with either parent.
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fanfic-lover-girl · 20 days
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Just because character A is morally better than character B it does not mean I am obligated to like character A more than B
It's something I keep noticing in Tumblr discourse. For example, I see various posts and comments about how problematic/strange/stupid it is for someone to like Draco but hate Ron. And of course the usual reasons are classism and Tom Felton being hot. Because everything always boils down to Tom Felton being hot🙄
When I was studying econ in high school and college, we learnt all these theories all based on the assumption that humans are rational creatures...when that's not the case. It may be more rational to like to like 'Weasley is our king' Ron over 'Malferret' Draco. If I had to pick a husband between the two, I would certainly go for the Ron type despite liking Draco more (Hermione did not deserve a guy like Ron who literally put his life before hers). But why does my character preference have to be rational? Rational based on whose standards? Isn't fandom about having fun??
Also, this claim assumes that heroes should automatically be loved more than villains or antagonists which I find puritanical. I generally prefer antagonists, redeemed heroes, anti heroes or heroes with tragic backstories because I find their stories more interesting. So I will always love Zuko > Aang, Anakin > Luke, Jason/Damian > Tim/Dick or Batman > Superman. Especially when the story has the tendency to overlook the hero's flaws like HP constantly does.
Just because Ron is a hero and Draco is an antagonist, Ron is not entitled to more fans. It's not automatically hypocritical to love a villain/antagonist and hate the hero. People like characters for different reasons. And it's understandable that an antagonist's questionable behaviour would be acceptable for them but would cause the hero character to be bashed more. Because we have higher expectations for heroes. Which is why sometimes villains can be more dynamic and fun to watch because the writers don't have to worry about them being morally upright (people have said Batman's rogue gallery is more interesting than Batman). At least that's my view. For example, if the Malfoys call Hermione a mudblood, I just shrug and shake my head because I know they are pureblood bigots. But if Hermione calls Firenze a horse, you best believe I am bashing her. And viciously at that. Especially when she is sold to me as the best female role model ever for little girls 😒. According to JKR, females should be like Hermione...I'll pass on that.
TLDR: I don't see what's wrong with hating Ron but liking Draco. They are fictional characters and you shouldn't expect people's preferences to be positively correlated with a character's morality.
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