Notes in Progress
(Open, Unmoderated)
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
Ron Weasley is an idiot. He never should have let Hermione return to Hogwarts without telling her how he felt.
Months later he's here to correct his mistake.“I can’t risk anymore. If you don’t—”
Raising a hand, he cupped her cheek, her skin so radiant against his pale freckled one. “So let me risk it.”
Inspired by Robyn's Dancing On My Own
Bookmarked by bobthefrog
17 Oct 2025
Bookmarker's Tags:
Bookmarker's Collections:
Bookmarker's Notes
It’s terrifying. How could someone so bright, so beautiful feel the same way I do? It’s a nightmare. I was fine with loving you, letting you go if you never felt the same, but if you do—”
He kissed her again, deepening it until her lips parted. Sucking her tongue into his mouth, he tightened his hold on her hair, pulling her closer. Her arms wound around his neck and he backed her into the bookshelf. The soft curve of her through her thin dress seeped heat into him.
“You can’t take this back, you know,” she whispered. “Don’t do something you’ll regret.”
“The only regret I have is not doing this years ago.”
His lips left hers to nibble down her throat, her collarbone, with one finger he pushed the thin strap of her dress off her shoulder, his teeth marking the bare skin as his. Her fingers tightened in his hair as he moved over her shoulder, dipping down into her cleavage. The angle was getting too hard to taste her the way he needed to.
“Ron, I’m not sure we should—” she gasped as his hand moved from her waist to gather her dress up over her thighs.
“I am.” His words against her throat. “I’m sure of you.”
“But we’re in the library.”
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about fucking you here? Do you have the slightest clue?”
Her eyes were glassy now, heavy-lidded as her chest heaved. “Me too.”
Those were the only words he needed. In a single motion, his hands grabbed her ass, pulling her off her feet. The silk of her dress bunched around her thighs as her legs slid around his waist. Back pressed against the bookshelf, she tilted her head back to give him access. One strap pulled down over her arm and then another and she was bared to him. Her nipples pert and full as he claimed them, his tongue flicking over the nub as she ground herself against him. Deft fingers were on his shirt, unbuttoning it and sliding it off his shoulders. The sting of her heels digging into the back of his legs. Her ass on the shelf, he reached between them, sliding a finger up her thigh to her center. The thin scrap of silk between her legs sliding to the side with ease.
“You’re soaked,” he murmured against her mouth. “Tell me what you need.”
“I’m so empty,” she gasped as his finger traced over her folds, flicking against her clit before swirling away. “I need, I need—” she gasped as his finger traced her entrance. “I need you, Ron. Please.”
One finger slid inside her, hot and wet, curling to the front as his thumb brushed against her clit. Another finger and then another, he stretched her, delving in and out as she moaned his name. Nails dug into his shoulders as her cunt pulsed around him. Picking up the pace she moaned his name, only driving him to go faster, harder. He needed to taste her, he had to know what her cunt felt like against his tongue.
“My fingers might be good, but my tongue will be even better.”
With that, he slid down onto his knees, grabbing her dress with both hands to pull it off her body. She stood before him, tawny skin shining in the moonlight, columns of books behind her as he ran a hand over her breasts, pinching her nipple between his fingers, then down her soft stomach and over her mound. In only her gold heels and the thin necklace, she was a vision. With one hand he looped around the back of her knee he pulled her cunt toward him, shining with wetness. As he dragged his tongue over her, she gasped, her grip in his hair pulling hard at his roots. He didn’t care. She could pull out clumps and he’d still want to feast on her.
Her chest flushed with color, her breasts rising and falling as he sucked harder, delving two fingers inside as he took her closer. Beside his head, her thighs quaked with the strain, but he couldn't look away from the way her eyes fell shut, the moonlight falling over her bare skin as a trickle of sweat fell over her throat and down between her heavy breasts.
Sucking her clit into his mouth, he worked her, licking and sucking, fucking her with his tongue until her breathing became ragged and her thighs contracted against the sides of his head.
“I’m—I’m—oh.” She gasped out, and he sucked harder, faster as she cried out, her pussy clenching.
His face shone with her and before he could marvel at her she grabbed him by the arm, pulling him up to kiss her. He didn’t even have time to wipe his mouth when her tongue was against his, sucking as her hands fumbled with the front of pants, popping the button free as her hand reached inside to grip his cock.
“Oh—” She pulled back, a look of surprise on her face. “That’s bigger than I—”
“I’ll fit you just fine.” He smirked.
-
Tags
Summary
One of the younger children summoned Ron to Dumbledore's office, and he went along with a sinking feeling in his chest.
Bookmarked by bobthefrog107 (bobthefrog)
06 Oct 2025
Bookmarker's Collections:
Bookmarker's Notes
"Where is she?" Ron asked the room.
"Ron." His father held out one arm. "You should sit down."
"Where is she?" Ron's voice rose and he struggled to keep it from shaking.
"Ron," his father said again.
"We're betrothed," Ron said harshly, barely daring to breathe. "In the full old ritual." His father looked startled.
"Miss Granger is in the hospital wing," Snape informed him with uncharacteristic helpfulness.
Ron didn't wait for anyone else to try to waylay him. He rushed out of Dumbledore's office and down the spiral steps that twisted to help him get back to the main corridors faster.
////
Ron blinked back his tears and waited until Madame Pomfrey left. He leaned over Hermione and kissed her cheek. "I love you," he whispered.
He didn't know how long he sat there before he heard Madame Pomfrey say, "There now, dear. Take this. It'll help you fall asleep." That must be Harry, then, that she was putting to bed. "Sleep as long as you need."
"He doesn't need a sleeping potion," Snape said disapprovingly after the rattling of closing curtains had stopped. "He's nearly asleep as it is."
"He's too worked up to fall asleep," Madame Pomfrey said. Their voices moved away from where she'd put Harry.
"And Miss Granger?"
Madame Pomfrey sighed heavily. "I don't know. I can't figure out what the spell might have been. Mr. Weasley is sitting with her now."
"They're betrothed. Full old ritual."
There was a considering silence. "That does change things."
"Go on, Poppy," Snape said, sounding almost friendly. "I'll speak with Mr. Weasley."
///"Tell me what happened when you performed the betrothal ritual," Snape demanded.
Ron stiffened. That was none of Snape's business.
"It may help us to help Miss Granger."
Ron looked down at Hermione's still, pale face. "We went out past Hagrid's hut," he said, "almost to the forest."
"Who was your witness?"
"Harry." Of course it was Harry. Snape should have known better than to ask the question. As it was, he seemed to be suppressing a sneer.
"We said our parts, and Harry said his part, and then we exchanged rings." The silver band seemed to reflect more light than it ever had. "And then it was late, and we came back in." He didn't tell Snape that it had been long past curfew when they'd gone back in. And he didn't tell Snape that they'd come back in under the cover of Harry's invisibility cloak. He didn't tell Snape, either, that when they'd gotten back to the common room, he and Hermione had stayed to hold hands and kiss and look at their matching silver rings.
"And that was all? There was nothing out of the ordinary?"
Ron thought for a moment. "No one noticed the rings, but Hermione said that would happen."
"What else did she tell you about the ritual?"
Ron wondered why this mattered, but he looked down at Hermione and reminded himself that he was doing it to help her. "She said almost no one does it anymore, and that we had to be really sure we wanted to be betrothed or it wouldn't work."
-
Tags
Summary
Years after the war, Hermione has everything: a husband, Ron, children, and a career. But her ideal life has become a cozy cage. At Harry's birthday party, she realizes that Ginny, who also lives in the shadow of her husband's fame, feels the same emptiness.
A quiet understanding is born between them, which develops into an unspoken attraction. Terrified of her feelings and the possible destruction of her families, Hermione decides to run away. She drifts away, cancels meetings, hides at work, trying to forget Ginny.
Bookmarked by bobthefrog107 (bobthefrog)
29 Sep 2025
Bookmarker's Tags:
Bookmarker's Collections:
Bookmarker's Notes
- A hellish fire was blazing in her chest— from shame, from fear, from a wild, all-consuming hope. She had run away. She had abandoned her husband, her children, her home, her entire built, correct life... What if Ginny changed her mind? What if she looked at her with horror and slammed the door? The thought of it was unbearable. But the force that had drawn her here had proven stronger than fear. The memory of those kisses, of how her soul had responded to every touch of Ginny's, drove her forward. Gathering all her will, she pushed the gate...
- "And Hugo?".... Hugo was his father's son to the tips of his hair. He adored Ron, copied his gestures, tinkered with spells for the Wireless with him. "Ron... won't let him go. Not for anything," she whispered. "He will fight to the end. And I... I can't deprive my son of his father. Even such a one." Her voice held a profound bitterness. "He will live with Ron. And with me... on weekends. And holidays." They looked at each other in silence, comprehending the looming picture. Not one family had collapsed. Two had...
- "We will live nearby," Ginny said, and it sounded like a vow. "In the same neighborhood. So they can run to each other across the lawn anytime. So for them, it won't be two warring camps, but... one big house with two doors."- "Harry, I..." he tried to say something, but didn't get the chance. Harry's punch was swift and devastating... "YOU BASTARD!" Harry roared, looming over him. His voice was filled with such hatred that Ron instinctively scrambled backward. "RAISING YOUR HAND TO A WOMAN? TO YOUR OWN SISTER?!" "She... she..." Ron tried to get the words out, wiping blood from his lips. "SHUT UP!" Harry kicked a lying bottle, and it shattered against the wall. "Don't you dare make excuses! There are no excuses for this! None! You've crossed every line! EVERY ONE!" He grabbed Ron by the front of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. "I trusted you! I trusted you with her! My whole life! And you... you..." Harry shook him so hard that Ron's head banged against the wall. "You beat her! You dared to touch her!" "She ruined everything!" Ron finally roared back, and a familiar fury flared in his own eyes. "Her and that... Hermione! They both…" "That's no excuse!"... "Nothing justifies what you did! Nothing! You've become what we always fought against! You've become someone who hits the defenseless!" Ron froze. Those words seemed to finally reach him... "I didn't mean to..." he rasped. "I wasn't thinking…"
- "You will not go near her again. Not within a hundred miles. Ever. You will not call, you will not write, you will not try to see her. If I see you near her even once, if one owl from you arrives... I won't call the Aurors. I will deal with you myself. Personally... Do you understand me?" Ron nodded silently, unable to meet his gaze. "As for the children... You will see Hugo only in the presence of my appointed overseers. No one-on-one meetings. No overnight stays at your house. You've lost that right. Forever." He looked at Ron with such cold contempt that Ron wished he could sink through the floor. "You were my brother. But today you are my enemy. Worse than an enemy. You are nothing. Remember that."
- Ron remained sitting on the floor in the trashed house, alone... He understood that he had just lost not just his wife and sister. He had lost his best friend. And a part of himself. The very part that had once offered a strange boy with a scar to share a sandwich.
- The reports from the Daily Prophet were cheerless, but predictable.
- Ron, with his explosive temper, fought for Hugo with the ferocity of a cornered beast...
- And then Ron snapped again... Ginny had brought the children for another, lawyer-agreed, brief visit to their father... Ron, smelling of whiskey and grief, saw not the mother of his children, but that very "adulteress" who... had ruined his life. He did not shout. He simply stepped out onto the threshold, his eyes glassy and empty. And he started beating her... He hit her with his fists, his feet, until she stopped trying to shield herself and went limp... The children... watched this, numb with horror. This time, Hermione was too late. Her alarm charm, linked to Ginny, went off, but too late.Harry arrived first. He saw her — bloodied, motionless — and his world narrowed to a point... And that was it. His mind switched off. He did not remember drawing his wand. He did not remember the spells he shouted... He hit Ron with spells that flung him from wall to wall, hit him with his fists..., hit him with his feet when he was already lying there, not resisting.
-
This work isn't hosted on the Archive so this blurb might not be complete or accurate.
Tags
Summary
DMHG 7th year. Dark oneshot, heavy angst. More warnings in AN. Draco's day goes from bad to worse, to downright catastrophic. In a world where Polyjuice Potion can be bought and sold, he really should have known better than to believe his eyes
- Bookmarks:
- 1
Bookmarked by bobthefrog107 (bobthefrog)
19 Sep 2025
Bookmarker's Tags:
Bookmarker's Collections:
Bookmarker's Notes
She made no response. She seemed well and truly out of it. "Pull yourself together, Granger," he snarled as he yanked her up and set her on her feet. "Go and clean up. You're a mess." He let her go and she crumpled immediately, soundlessly, to the floor. He stood staring down at her for a long moment where she half-lay, half-slumped against the side of the bed. Finally, "all right, then," he said, "if you want keep carrying on as if I just robbed you of your virginity, go right ahead. But I don't know who you think you're fooling. I bloody well saw you! I just hope you think it was worth it. Goodbye, Granger."
He turned for the door, but before passing through it could not resist a single glance back over his shoulder.
She had pulled herself into a fetal position- a tight little ball- and she looked so small like that, in her shredded clothes, and her face was hidden behind all that hair, that luxurious, dark hair he had loved so well, and she was shaking from head to foot- not the taut trembling of when he had been atop her, but deep shudders that wracked her body, as from fever.
It hurt him to see her like that, despite his rage.
So he stopped looking, and left her lying there.
////
And what he read was this:
My Dearest Draco,
Blaise told me most strictly not to write this note, but I must, for I can hardly contain my excitement! The plan worked perfectly, and by now I am confident that you have carried out your part in it just as flawlessly as we did a few hours ago. All right, all right, I'm sure you are wondering what plan I am referring to. I shall tell you, even though Blaise will kill me for it! But then he won't really, because you won't let him, will you? Because everything is set right now, and we can be together again! See, I couldn't stand to watch you sullying yourself with that mudblood anymore, Draco, it was unbearable! Can't you understand how much better you are than that? She's hardly fit to breathe the same air as you or I, don't you see? It was like watching you romance a house elf! Disgusting! I think she must have enchanted you. In any case, it had to end. So Blaise and I hatched this plan- hee, I can't believe he never wanted to tell you, ever- it's simply too delicious, I could hardly keep the secret until today- he got hold of some Polyjuice Potion through a connection of his outside school, and then- have you guessed yet? I'll bet you have-
(At this point Draco's legs went out and he collapsed to his knees on the floor)
-I was Granger and he was Weasley! Isn't that the most ingenious thing you've ever heard! We set it all up so you'd walk in on us like that- he wanted to be Granger just to mix things up a bit a get a little kinky, but I said absolutely not; it had to be me because I could work through the pain- I just knew that prissy little bitch would be a virgin- and boys are such babies when it comes to pain. He would never have made it look convincing. But look, I'm getting all off-topic now. The point is, by the time you get this letter, I'm betting that you will have removed Granger from the equation- maybe even permanently (a girl can hope, eh?) and we can be together again! I will understand if it takes you a little while to come around… I imagine you've been through a lot today, if the look on your face when you caught us out is anything to judge by! But I have confidence that you will come to agree Blaise and I had your best interests at heart. We just knew it would take something dramatic to break whatever spell she had you under, you see? You won't be too angry, will you, Draco? You can't, because you and I are meant to be. I see it, my parents see it, your parents see it, our friends see it- so I know you'll come around. Whatever you did to that uppity mudblood cow, she earned it, for daring to suppose that she deserved to be with a pureblood. With you! Unfortunately, I fear that old fool Dumbledore might not see things our way- so I will understand if you have to go into hiding for a while, until our Lord comes into power. I shall wait for you faithfully, my only love!
Yours Always, Pansy
-
Fortune's Fool's Girlfriend's Birthday by UsernameIsNotWitty
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
08 Mar 2021
Tags
Summary
Ginny makes a request of her boyfriend that does not go according to plan, leading to the most intense sexual experience of her life.
The ageless tale of a Polyjuice rendezvous gone wrong. Poor Harry is just a background character in this one.
Series
- Part 1 of Perspective
Bookmarked by bobthefrog107 (bobthefrog)
12 Sep 2025
Bookmarker's Tags:
Bookmarker's Collections:
Bookmarker's Notes
- "I've never kissed another girl before." The smile Ginny got in reply… was the most beautiful thing she had seen all night… "Well aren't I the lucky girl then?" She said, her smile turning wicked… The next kiss was a few degrees hotter, and had Ginny fighting to gain some sort of control. She was eventually able to get the blonde flipped onto her back, and crushed their lips together... Feeling reckless and bold…, Ginny started to kiss her way down the other girl's body… before finally dragging her tongue across her breast. She circled her large nipple once, loving the moan she heard as she did. She moved quickly down her stomach, trying not to lose her nerve, and without pause… ran her tongue up the panting girl's soaked lips. She… started to circle the girl's clit with the tip of her tongue, just like she would have wanted done. She heard another low groan..., and started to use her whole tongue on her, still circling... And then there were strong hands on her hips, lifting her onto her knees, putting her arse and drenched sex on display... as she refused to take her mouth from the beauty in front of her. Ginny groaned, tongue faltering for a second when she felt a cock sliding into her, but one look up told her the other girl was enjoying the view as much as Ginny had.
- ...her brief partner had landed astride one guy, while still sucking another aggressively... a third was crouched behind her, and pushed her forward as he lined himself up with her only unoccupied hole. She watched in amazement as he slid himself in, and all three began fucking her in earnest. A voice... startled her. "Never seen anyone get fucked like that before?" He asked, stroking himself... Ginny just shook her head numbly. "Does it turn you on?" She nodded without thinking... perfectly placed to watch the blonde who seemed to be seconds away from coming hard, absolutely stuffed full of cock.
- Only to rocket up straight as he felt the head of his cock pressing against her arse. "Wait, I haven't…" she started, but still complied as he pushed her back down again. "Don't worry," he said, "You're going to love it once you get used to it." And he started to push himself into her arse, the familiar burn and pressure... returning... She thanked every deity... that he wasn't the largest of the five, but it was still testing her limits... He still wasn't fully inside of her when he asked, "Where's my dick girl?" "Oh Merlin," she nearly whined, "you're in my arse." She squealed as he pushed farther into her. "Oh Merlin, your cock is in my arse!" He laughed as he continued to slide into her... he declared, "I love the shit these British chicks say. This one thinks my dick is magic!" He finished to laughter from the other men in the room
- "Where's that dick?" "Oh fuck," she moaned out, back arching even farther, "it's in my arse."... She got another smack for her troubles, and his hand fisted in the red hair streaming down her back. "What's that? Couldn't hear you over your friend moaning over there." He was picking up speed now, as the discomfort she felt started to disappear... "Your cock is in my arse!" She shouted, feeling lost somewhere between pleasure and pain... "Oh gods, your big cock is in my arse." She was lost as the scale in her mind and body tipped to pleasure, and she started to wonder if anything wouldn't feel good to her tonight. "Fuck yes, bugger me. Fuck my arse!" She shouted, having no idea where the words were coming from... he said, "I told you you'd love it!"
- Ginny cried out as he started to move in earnest. Her eyes now glued to the foursome on the bed, still frantically moving. "Only filthy sluts like getting fucked in the ass." He growled at her. "What does that make you?" She gasped out, "I'm a filthy slut." She moaned at a hard thrust from him. "I'm a filthy little slut that likes to get fucked in the arse." "And?" "I'm so desperate I'll lick a cunt with a big cock fucking me." "What else?" "I fucking love it!" She almost shouted. "I love getting fucked by a room of strangers." She moaned at the memories. "I love sucking your big cocks... I love coming for you. I love making you come." She groaned, losing control as he fucked her arse hard. "And I fucking love getting used like the horny slut that I am!" She came screaming, again, as he fucked her into the chair. She heard an echoing sound from the bed, along with groans from the men as they watched the girls shake and tremble with pleasure.
- She heard them talking about something called 'Kazaa', but had no idea what they meant. Though they seemed excited to be doing it after the girls left.
- "So," Ginny started slowly, "Do we shake hands, hug, air kiss? I'm a little unclear on the protocol, considering we just…" Ginny trailed off slowly. "Snogged and went down on each other while getting fucked during group sex?" The now named Monique said with only a tiny smirk betraying her straight delivery of the line.