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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
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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.
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One of the younger children summoned Ron to Dumbledore's office, and he went along with a sinking feeling in his chest.
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"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.
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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."
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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.
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- 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.
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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
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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.
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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
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Fortune's Fool's Girlfriend's Birthday by UsernameIsNotWitty
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
08 Mar 2021
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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.
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- "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.
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Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Abridged by I Am The Bookwyrm
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
05 Sep 2025
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If you don't know what this is by now, you haven't been paying attention.
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Snape: *apparating in* Malfoy Manor, eh?
Yaxley: *apparating in* Oh, like you haven't been here before.
Snape: *walking into the house* It never ceases to amaze me how the Malfoys live like this.
Yaxley: *following him* Hey, when you're rich as them, you'd live like this too.
Snape: *entering the main hall* I suppose, but that doesn't make it any less gaudy.
Yaxley: They're rich, they don't give a shit what the poor think of them.
Lucius: Damn right I don't.
Voldemort: Quiet, you failure.
Lucius: My Lord, if I may…
Voldemort: You may not. Your son couldn't even kill one measly old man, and that makes you a failure. Not to mention you yourself couldn't even defeat a bunch of schoolchildren, and then let the Order get the best of you.
Snape: Don't be too hard on him, My Lord. Very few characters could have gotten through plot armour that thick.
Voldemort: I suppose you're right, Severus. Here, go ahead and take your spot here on my right-hand side.
Lucius: But, sir, I'm sitting on your right-hand side.
Voldemort: Did I fucking stutter? Go sit on the floor for all I care.
Lucius: I…uh… *sighs in resignation and sits on the floor as Snape takes his spot*
Bellatrix: Seriously Lucius, you should be honoured to have the Dark Lord in your house.
Lucius: Shut up, Bellatrix. You really need to hit the gym, you've been packing it on a little lately.
Bellatrix: Oh, you know damn well what this is. You know how happy the Dark Lord was after Snape killed Dumbledore that night, so me and him…
Voldemort: That's enough, Bellatrix.
Snape: …wait, what does she mean by…Voldemort: That's a matter for later. In the meantime, Severus, what news do you have for me?
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Voldemort: Your wand. Now. Prove to me your family isn't worthless.
Lucius: I… *sighs* …yes sir *hands Voldemort his wand*
Voldemort: Any last words?
Charity: Really Voldetwat? I've been roasting you and your Dick Eaters this whole time, and you actually want to give me the honour of some last words?
Voldemort: …should have seen that coming. AVADA KEDAVRA! *a green flash fills the room, before Charity hits the table, dead* Nagini, dinner is served.
Nagini: *in parseltongue* I'm getting real sick of muggle sympathiser for dinner *starts eating anyway*
Author's note: "To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure." – Albus Dumbledore. Rest in Peace Michael Gambon.Hermione: Oh Ron *throws herself at him and kisses him for a long time*
Harry: Okay…don't mind me, just waiting for you two to be done so we end the fucking war we're in the middle of. The war that we've been actively trying to end for months, living in horrible conditions in random places across the country. Just that one.
Hermione: *pulling away from Ron* Sorry, I'm just so happy one of you is taking S.P.E.W. seriously finally.
Ron: Actually, it's just because they're small and weak and might get in the way and I don't think Bill's garden can fit too many of them in it.
Hermione: Eh, close enough.
Harry: Ron, you don't seem that upset about Hermione kissing you.
Ron: Why would I? It's as you said, Hermione's your sister, so kissing her is like kissing you.
Harry: Still think that, huh? Well, let's go find the diadem.Hermione: Guys, we need to move.
Ron: Okay. Come on Fred, let's go.
Harry: Ron…
Ron: Come on Fred, it's a little inappropriate to play dead in the middle of a warzone.
Hermione: Ron, he's…
Ron: Unless you're just trying to fake the enemy out in order to unleash a surprise attack, in which case…
Percy: RON! OUR BROTHER IS DEAD!
Ron: …oh…well, in that case, Harry, what's that thing Ginny's always talking about doing?
Harry: Murder?
Ron: Murder, that's it. I'd like to commit a few of those.
Hermione: …Ron?
Ron: It would make me much happier to do that as a way of saying how much I don't appreciate them doing the same to my brother.
Harry: Ron, we've kinda got a…
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“I saw her number in his muggle phone and I called it. His life was over before she even said ‘hello baby’ when she picked up the phone.”
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Ron cheats on Hermione with Astoria. Both witches get their rightful revenge then seven years later the truth comes out.
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- She really should have stopped drinking, but then Pansy had to go and say she was a chicken and not living up to her ‘Lioness bravery’ or something like that. “Truth or Dare, Lioness?” Theo Nott asked… “Dare.”… “Tell us something you’ve never told anyone else, ever…” Theo said with a manic smirk- he truly was a chaos puppy of the highest degree… “I know what happened to Ronald Weasley”… ”I thought he went missing seven years ago.” Ginny Zabini… said as she stared at her best friend in disbelief. “He did. Well for the rest of the world anyway. I’ve always known where he is”… “I’ve known as well” Astoria told them as she stood up and joined her partner in crime… “What? Why didn’t you ever say anything? My family searched for years! George is still looking!” Ginny exclaimed… “He isn’t exactly able to communicate with anyone anyway.” Hermione muttered… “Unless you feel like trying a ouiji board.” Astoria told them while clinking glasses with Hermione.
- ”On March 20th seven years ago, Ronald Weasley took his last breath… while he believed his family gave up on him and his last sight was us toasting his demise.” Astoria says with a sigh… ”You bitch!” Ginny screams, tears streaming down her face. ”Ginevra, please stop acting like you weren’t there with a glass raised. You might not have struck any of the blows but you did give us some wonderful help in making him think his family… wanted him dead.” Hermione says… She then walks over to Draco and sits in his lap. She can feel his cock poking her… She loves how excited he gets at the prospect of her killing; “Ginny, that isn’t true is it?” Harry asks… “Of course it is, Harry. I could always show you all my memories if that would help.”… Eveyone was staring at her like she was off her rocker, but not like she was the enemy. Ginny actually huffed and started pouting. ”Mione! You promised to never tell!”… ”You never saw him anyway, not the full picture anyway.” Astoria says… “You are all mental! You killed Ron! Our best friend!” Harry exclaims, anger making his face red. ”Harry, sit down and shut the fuck up. I’m going to project my memories into your head. Once I do that you can choose your course of action”- Hermione stands in front of a mirror, her eyes puffy and her face splotchy from crying... For once in her life she didn’t care. Her eyes were devoid of any emotion as she watched Ron writhe against the chains holding him up... ”You know, Ronald, I was going to let you live. I was going to just move on with my life- as was Astoria- until you had the audacity to lie to me...” ”Please, Hermione. Let me go! I’m sorry. Just let me go!” Ron pleads as he locks eyes with her in the mirror. “That isn’t my choice. See, the ropes holding you up right now are enchanted. The only release when the one bound by them deems themselves worthy of being released. So if you think you deserve to leave, then do so.” Hermione tells him with a small smirk. ”What!? I know I deserve to be free!” Ron exclaims as he pulls on the ropes holding his wrists captive. ”Apparently you don’t, since the ropes haven’t released you. Now, what should we start with, Astoria? The knife or the bamboo shoots?”... ”Hmm- I’m thinking we should start with the knife- see if we can find his heart.” Astoria says with a laugh as she walks out of the shadowed corner of the room. ”Excellent.” Hermione says with a smirk before she picks up a knife and Ron’s screams echo through the room.
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- ”Ginny, we kind of kidnapped your brother and have been torturing him for months because he fucked us both over by cheating” Hermione says bluntly... ”He cheated!? On you!? What the fuck!?” Ginny exclaims, surprising both of the other witches. ”You aren’t upset...?” Astoria questions... ”No, not at all. I mean you are talking to the girl that fucked the essence or spirit of young Tom Riddle!... So what if you torture my idiotic brother?"... ”What would you say if I told you that Ron is in the room right now?” Hermione questions. ”I’d say that I hope he can hear me when I say that no one is looking for him. Not even mom” Ginny lies with a smirk; It was the next day that Ronald Weasley took his last breath. His body hung limp from the rope around his neck. After hearing the words that Ginny said he realized the error of his ways. Realized that no one loved him because of the monster he had become. Once he realized that, the ropes holding him released.
- The way that Harry was looking at her made her stomach twist. She knew he would never trust her again and it made her sigh. She had gone through so much healing to get to this point... She was better, but Harry wouldn’t see that... Not now. Not ever. Quicker than anyone else could fathom, Hermione drew her wand and obliviates Harry. “Hermione!” Daphne yells, as she watches her husband fall to the floor. “What the fuck!?” ”He isn’t like the rest of us, Daph. He was going to call the Auors. He would never have kept it quiet...
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This fanfiction retells the final Harry Potter book by focusing on the developing romantic relationship between Harry and Hermione throughout the quest to destroy Horcruxes and defeat Voldemort. Alternative Ending: Several characters who die in canon (Dobby, Fred, Lupin, Tonks, etc.) survive.
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The forest closed in around them, damp and silent... the three of them moved like ghosts, setting up camp beneath the heavy branches. Hermione worked quickly, casting protective charms with her usual precision, though Harry noticed the faint tremor in her hands. On the little table inside the tent, the stolen locket lay gleaming faintly. None of them wanted to touch it. Yet its presence seemed to thrum through the air, waiting.
"I'll take the first turn," Harry said quietly. Hermione's head snapped up. "Harry, you don't have to—" "Yes, I do," he insisted, before she could argue further. "We don't know what it'll do if it's left alone. And someone has to bear it." Ron shrugged, clearly relieved. "Fine by me." Hermione still looked unconvinced, but she stepped forward, lifting the chain with careful fingers. She fastened it around his neck, and Harry felt the weight at once: cold, suffocating, as though shadows were pressing into his chest. But then he saw her — standing so close, her hair brushing her cheeks, eyes determined despite her fear — and for an instant, the whispers quieted.
Hermione sat down by the fire, opening one of her books. Harry joined her, the locket cold against his skin. His thoughts were restless, wandering. He thought of Ginny — but the image slipped away quickly, replaced by the girl sitting beside him now. Hermione had been with him through everything. She was the one who stayed, who fought, who believed. A pang of regret tightened in his chest. Why hadn't I seen it sooner? Before Ron… before Ginny? I should have told her first. I should have asked her before anyone else.
The words slipped out before he could stop them. "You know, Hermione… I don't think I ever said this, but I like the way you're always two steps ahead of me. Makes me feel like I've got a chance at surviving." Hermione blinked at him, startled. "No—Harry." But a faint color rose in her cheeks, betraying her
...He was listening, but not only to her words. Her voice steadied him, even with the cold weight of the locket pressing on his chest. Hermione nodded, chewing her lip thoughtfully. "Exactly. If we can find the sword, we can—"
Harry tilted his head, pretending to study the page but really studying her. The way her hair fell across her cheek, the way her fingers lingered on the parchment. "You know," he said lightly, "if Voldemort knew how dangerous you are with a book, he'd have tried to ban you from libraries years ago."
Hermione looked up, startled, color rushing to her cheeks. "Harry—honestly. This isn't the time."
He smirked. "What? I'm just saying — you've already saved me more times than I can count. Maybe I should start carrying books instead of a wand. Might impress you more."
Her mouth opened — then closed again, a reluctant laugh slipping out despite herself. "You're impossible."
"Maybe," he said, eyes gleaming, "but I'm glad you're stuck with me anyway."
From the corner, Ron groaned loudly. "Oh, give it a rest, both of you. I'm starving, and you're making jokes about books and… whatever this is."
Harry's patience snapped, sharp and quick. "Is that all you ever think about, Ron? Food? We just stole a Horcrux out of the bloody Ministry, and you're whining about your stomach?"
Ron's ears burned red. "Sorry for being hungry like a normal person! Not all of us can survive on flirting!"
Hermione's cheeks flamed. She shut the book with a snap. "Enough. Both of you. Harry, take it off — you've worn it long enough. Give it to me."
Harry hesitated, but the irritation pulsing in him made him obey. He tugged the chain over his head, relief washing through him the moment the locket left his skin.
As Hermione leaned forward to take it, her fingers brushed his collarbone. The briefest touch — but it sent a spark through him that no cursed locket could smother. Their eyes met, and Harry almost forgot to breathe.
Hermione quickly fastened the chain around her own neck, her voice steadier than she felt. "My turn," she said...
The fire crackled. Ron glared at the both of them, saying nothing. But Harry was still smiling faintly to himself. For the first time in weeks, the shadows inside him seemed just a little lighter.
The locket was colder than Hermione expected. It seemed to press against her collarbone, heavy as guilt, heavy as secrets she had buried for years.
She pretended to return to her book, but her mind wandered — and always toward Harry... How did I let this happen? she thought bitterly. First Cho, then Ron, then Ginny… and all the while it should have been me... But Ron was always there. Always in the way. Always making it seem impossible to say what I really felt.
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Within a small hopeful band of heroes, Bill Weasley is crushed by worry and world. Ignoring the call of his heart, he focuses instead on the present.
But Hermione's smile is distracting and beautiful.
And Bill is only a man.
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Hermione hugged Ron so tight the next day when he returned, he was sure she would break him in two.
“Easy,” He laughed, stroking down her back and eased her away to take a look at her. “Feeling alright?”
Hermione nodded, beaming. “I dreamt about Bill last night. I felt… Safe?”
Ron’s lips tugged back in a melancholy smile, tugging the witch into his side as they made their way into the little sitting room where a photograph of Bill sat on the mantlepiece beside a vase of seven black roses and two of red.
A younger Bill winked from the picture — wildeyed and free — with a piercing cuffed on his ear and a roguish smile.
“That was Bill,” Ron said, voice cracking with emotion. “Always looking out for everyone. Keeping us safe.”
Hermione hugged him tight as he let out a shuddering breath and a tear trickled down her face.
“I'll never forgive myself for it. It should have been me.”
“I told you. Don't blame yourself, darling. No one blames you.” Ron shook his head and tilted a sad smile down at her, heartbreakingly in love. “He would have rather it had been him in every life. He was a hero, my brother, always looking out for us. And that's how he died.”
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Hermione had a history of making poor choices whenever Ron upset her. An emotional Hermione struggles with the fallout from betraying her husband in the worst way with his best friend. When she finds out she is pregnant after years of infertility, she knows the baby isn't her husband's. What will she do? Will her marriage survive? Ron/Hermione, Harry/Hermione, Harry/Ginny
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- First it was that Hermione would not drop her maiden name... "It's about becoming a FAMILY, Hermione. You want our kids to be made fun of with a last name like Finch-Fletchley?"
- Their second argument was the night their nephew... was born... Hermione plastered on the best smile she could, happy for her friends but crushed inside for herself and Ron. They had been trying for about a year at that point, with no answers as to why they hadn't conceived.... Two and a half years later... Hermione had not become pregnant. Not even once. She had visited several Healers at St. Mungo's... no one seemed to have an answer for her...
- Ron adamantly refused to have things checked on his end, saying... it was more than obvious that this wasn't his fault. Fault. FAULT. Wasn't his FAULT? Ron stormed out of the house after Hermione had thrown a vase at the wall in sheer anger...
- Ronald Weasley, 23, was spotted out and about Tuesday evening... in the throes of an intense make-out session with Gabrielle Delacour, 17... Hermione slowly sat the paper down in shock. "If it makes you feel any better, I clocked him a good one," Harry said, dryly... " I expect it was all because of her veela charm," Hermione spat... She felt as though her heart was breaking in two.- ...suddenly, Hermione felt herself drawn to her best friend in a way she hadn't before. She leaned in and kissed him. "I told Ginny before I came down here," he said. "And?" "She tried justifying Ron's position," he said angrily. "I can't even with her right now. I told her I wasn't coming home tonight."
- Hermione Granger-Weasley was extremely thankful for Harry Potter. Ginny had continued to isolate Harry, her growing resentment that he wasn't over the moon about the news of her pregnancy and her anger that he was staying somewhere else... Meanwhile, Ron had... moved back into the Burrow... whatever dalliance he had had with Gabrielle had quickly fizzled out... He wrote letters to Hermione every other day, asking for forgiveness... Dear Hermione, I am hoping you are receiving my letters... There was nothing that occurred with Gabrielle that crossed the threshold of infidelity... I choose to share this burden with you, remembering that I chose to love you through the good times and the bad. Please forgive me. All my love, your husband, Ronald Bilius Weasley
- She wasn't sure who initiated the kiss this time, but all of a sudden, Harry's lips were on hers and she couldn't tell where his body ended and hers began... "Stay with me tonight?" she breathed.
- The next morning, Hermione awoke alone in her bed... Memories of the previous night flooded back to her and she groaned... "We need to talk," Harry said abruptly. "Yeah"... "I'm going back to Ginny today and I'm going to make things work... I have James to think of and a new baby on the way and I can't just be an idiot and let them all go..." Hermione nodded. She knew this was coming. Of course Harry had a family! "And I think you should forgive Ron... I know he's a right prat at times. But if you forgive him, he'll owe you and... I'm sure you can convince him to go in for testing..."
- "I love you, Hermione. I always have. Maybe not in the romantic sense or anything, but we're family. I want what's best for you." Hermione nodded. "I know. I guess I just need to find out if Ron is truly who is best for me..." "Do me a favor?" Hermione asked. "Sure" "Let's not talk about last night ever again... I'm pretty sure this morning was embarrassing enough."- His hand cupped her cheek before drifting lower to cup her breast. Hermione winced... Hermione moaned, letting go and giving herself to her husband for the first time in weeks.
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- She was pregnant. Really pregnant by the look of the stick... And just as much as she knew she was pregnant, she knew the child she carried wasn't Ron's. It was Harry's...
- While in France, they had made the decision to work on their marriage. She loved Ron; she truly did... He hadn't even slept with Gabrielle... Certainly, he had committed some sort of transgression, but... he hadn't crossed the lines of adultery like she had.
- She felt tears burning in the corners of her eyes. She had always wanted to be a mother – it had been the source of nearly all of her fights with Ron for two solid years. She was finally pregnant and she didn't know what to do about it in the slightest.
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On the night after the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry realizes he loves Hermione. He also understands that he’s too late. Not wanting to interfere in his friends’ lives—now that they’ve found their happiness—he leaves. But is it truly happiness? And will he have to save Hermione again, this time from the family of his best friend?
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- ...their relationship seemed to be on shaky ground: he expected something more, she wasn't ready to give it... "Hermione" Molly said one day... "I have a proposal for you... In the wizarding world there's a tradition concerning Muggle-borns—a ritual of joining a family... After that, we can trust you completely.", Hermione hesitated, yet her heart ached with longing to truly belong to the Weasley family... The weight of decision pressed upon her shoulders; the moment had arrived to choose her path forward. "Yes. I would like that," she said quietly.
- At the appointed time she came to the Weasley house's living room... Molly, Arthur, Ron, Ginny, Percy, and George were already there... Arthur stood by the portable family altar... "Hermione... today you take the Oath of Submission to House Weasley. Are you ready?" Hermione swallowed the lump in her throat. Something in Arthur's voice made her tremble. "I... yes, I am," she answered, though she wasn't sure what exactly they wanted from her... They made her kneel before Arthur... She read words that were incomprehensible and frightening: a promise of unconditional obedience to the head of the family and its senior members, complete loyalty and renunciation of her former life... At that moment, a thin ribbon of silvery fabric descended onto her wrist, as if magic itself sealed her fate... "Magic has accepted the oath," Arthur proclaimed solemnly, "now you are part of our family!"
- Ron stood nearby... "Hermione," he said, "today you become part of our family not only in spirit, but also by law. I will represent the Weasley line, and today I take upon myself the honor of becoming your... first patron.".. "Ron," she said quietly, "I just want everything to be right." "If you want to do it right — immediately take off those Muggle rags," Molly demanded. "Immediately!"... Hermione recoiled, she understood nothing... The men of the Weasley family surrounded her like shadows, and one by one began removing her wand, her clothing, exposing her body. Cold penetrated every cell, mixing with the burning pain of betrayal from the family she considered her own.
- Ron stood nearby... "Now you're a member of our family, as you wanted. And my girlfriend. So why were you being difficult?"... Judging by his tone, the official part of the ritual was over. When he touched her, it wasn't the touch of a beloved... Hermione tried to pull away, but the forces were unequal. He turned her back to him, and bent her over... And collapsed on her with his full weight. She didn’t even have time to breathe—no whispered endearments, no trembling hands exploring, no pause to brace for the tearing—just the sudden, brutal pressure of him forcing his way inside her, dry and unyielding as a blade. He took her virginity in the presence of the entire family. He entered her without any preparation, made a few movements, finished and immediately pulled out, leaving her lying on the living room floor...Her mind was a rabbit in a snare, thrashing. This was what she’d traded her dignity for? She’d said yes to Ron in the ruins of Hogwarts, her heart a raw, beating wound. She was terrified of being alone. Because she’d thought, Surely this is safe. Surely the Weasleys—kind, loud, good—won’t let her drowned. She imagined candlelight. She imagined Ron's calloused hands cupping her face, his voice rough with desire. She imagined she mattered. Instead, she heard the grunts of a boy who had taken what he had always thought was his, and the suffocating knowledge that no one, not his mother, not his father and brothers, had protected her... She... had chosen this... had let him lead her here like a lamb to the slaughter.- "...That was the first failure in the plan. But then Krum came along, and I... made (a) plan that if I went with him, you'd be jealous... and open your heart... But... Ron started being jealous of me, and everything got confused. I included him in my plan as a backup option. If I couldn't get you as a boyfriend, then he would, and I'd be your best friend... It was a good plan. And it worked with varying success until its final crash in the Burrow's living room."; "Sorry to interrupt, but since we're talking about this... How does what happened with you giving yourself to Krum the night after the second task fit into this?..." "I didn't give myself to anyone... Ginny spread the rumor for some reason. I was 15, Krum was 18, and he had a fiancée. We didn't have a single date. I don't know why Dumbledore appointed me as the prize for the second task... I think you should know... Ronald took my virginity right after the ritual in the Burrow. Then there were Weasley family members, professors and staff at the school in Switzerland. Then Weasleys again... Voluntarily... I only had sex only with you. Made love- only with you, and don't plan to expand this list... If it doesn't please my lord"
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First chapter from The Wonderful Won Won with full first time between Ron and Lavender.
Being a teenager is difficult at best- but throw in a dose of flirtations, insecurity and snogs- well that makes it even worse. Ron is torn about his emotions regarding Hermione. For now he throws himself into Lavender.
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- She’s removed her jeans, does that mean she wanted to… Have sex? No way! With him? They’d only been going out for, what, six weeks?
- ...grabbed the frayed hem of his jeans and striped them off him... “Close your eyes,” she said. Ron didn’t want to close his eyes in the least. What the hell was she going to do with her wand? Then again, it was Lavender.
- Lavender took off her top completely, and all thoughts left his brain. Even the guilt seemed to melt away at this. There she was, right in front of him. Naked. Girl. For him. Naked. She unsurely looked at him. “Crikey,” Ron groaned out, unable to string together any words. This was the most skin he’d seen outside of the magazines.
- She was wet and so hot, and how the HELL was it so hard to find her hole down there. It looked straight forward in the magazines... He shifted his hips a bit more, travelling all over like an embarrassing game of pin the tail on the unicorn. Ah, there, that must be it, he pushed forward just a bit and she let out a yell. “NO! NOT THERE!” What had he been pushing into? Oh god, he’d almost buggered her. Why was this so hard? Ha, hard. Wait, focus !
- She gave a sigh, made an annoyed face and brought her hand down to guide him. All of a sudden he was there. He had heard you were supposed to be super gentle with a girl and it’d hurt them or something if you weren’t, especially their first time, so he stayed still, barely in her. “Wait… is this… Is this your…” Ron didn’t know how to ask. Why didn’t he ask before? “Isthisyourfirsttime?” he let out. “Yes!” she said, giving him a scandalized look. He nodded, not wanting to say out loud it was his first time too. She gave a cough which clenched her around him tighter for a moment. He didn’t know that was a thing.
- “Shouldn’t you move more?” she asked. “I—I will. I mean, yeah. I thought it was supposed to hurt you or something when I broke your… your…” Hyphen? God I have no blood in my brain. “No. I use tampons.” He made a face, having no clue what that non sequitur had to do with anything they were doing now.
- “You ok?” he asked. His arms were beginning to burn already from holding himself aloft so long. “Yeah,” she said awkwardly, giving a tiny wiggle of her hips. “Just move or get in there more?” He immediately obeyed and quickly sheathed himself in one awkward thrust. She gave a un-Lavender like grunt and pushed at him. “Ouch, Ron! That hurt!” “You said to—” “Well that deep hurts!” “I don’t know…” “It’s too long.” “It is?” he said, suddenly feeling a bit chuffed. He wasn’t quite sure how he’d measured up to others. He thought he was alright, but he didn’t really know. Then again, she wouldn’t know either. Dammit...
- He slowly pushed forward a bit, and let out a long deep moan. This was… So this was sex? No wonder people were always talking about it. He mumbled a string of expletives as he started to experimentally move his hips back and forth. Charlie had said you were supposed to rub a girl when doing this, but Ron had no idea how he was supposed to keep himself from crushing her, not go too deep, not slip out, and rub her at the same time… Was he supposed to one armedly do that and somehow finagle his fingers between their pistoning centers? This was so damn confusing.
- She gave him a smile and he stopped thinking, and just started moving She silently started to move her hips with him and if he hadn’t had a good wank that morning, he knew he would have finished right there and then
- He felt a familiar sensation coiling dangerously close to the surface.
- He closed his eyes, and an unbidden image of Hermione came to him... Her smile that she saved just for him, her amazing hair splayed around her, her little hands rubbing their way down his side as she moaned his name. It felt awful and wonderful to have such a forbidden image of her enter his mind at this moment.- They made their way back to the common room, and she gave him a deep kiss before saying, “Goodnight, Won Won.” “Night,” he said, hoping she’d stop calling him that. If she thought he’d start calling her Lav Lav, she was mad…
- With a tired ‘oof’ he sank into a settee and stared at the fireplace. Well, he wasn’t a virgin anymore. That was odd. Did he look different? He didn’t feel all that different, other than the cloud of shame he felt hovering over him. He needed to figure out a way to extricate himself from Lavender, but wasn’t sure how. Them having had sex made it so much worse. He couldn’t chuck her now. They’d just had sex!- “Ron?” she asked, almost too quietly to hear. “Yeah?”… “Might want to spell those love-bites away before you see your Mum tomorrow,” she bit out, before fleeing up the stairs. Shit. He’d been so close sorting things out. He went over to a shiny suit of armor and sure enough, Lavender had left her mark on his neck, many times over, like the beginnings of a spattergroit infection.
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Ron and Hermione have been separated for nearly four months and their sexual frustration is at an all-time high. Ron unknowingly presents a challenge, which Hermione takes to the next level, and Ron immediately reciprocates. Who will come out the winner?
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- 1: Dear Hermione, Only two more weeks to go. Merlin, I miss you... you should prepare yourself. I plan to ravish you until you're mad with desire. These past few months have been unbearable without you. No need to tell you how cramped my hand is... I won't go into any more detail because I know you'll only scold me for having such a filthy mouth. Even though you've heard worse during our many fantastic fucks. And... I will not apologize for saying that because I know deep down you love hearing it... I love you, Hermione. More than anything else in this entire world. Always yours, Ron
-4: Dear Ron, Your last letter almost killed me. I've enclosed proof. Only open the package once you've finished reading this letter. By the way, if you're wondering how it's possible, I placed a charm on them to make sure they didn't dry out on the journey... Ron grabbed the package and ripped it open. 'Bloody fucking hell' he groaned. In his hands lay a pair of Hermione's incredibly soaked knickers.
-5: Dear Hermione, Stop it. I'm begging you. I love you, Ron. That couldn't be it. Ron couldn't have given up that easily... Unfortunately for Ron, she wasn't done playing.
6: Dear Ron, Are you absolutely sure you want me to stop? I don't think you are. So I'll go ahead and tell you about the wonderful dream I had last night... you roughly pushed me on to my desk and fucked me and... on second thought, maybe I won't tell you the rest. I'll honour your request... 'What the fuck?' he screamed... That couldn't be right. He had begged her. BEGGED! He swore loudly as his traitorous cock sprang to life. No. NO... 'You. Will. NOT. Wank!... She. Will. NOT. Win.'... This was no longer a game. This was a fucking war.
7: Dear Hermione, I take it back. Don't stop. Let me hear the rest of your dream... Tell me, before I fucked you against your desk, did I suck on your gorgeous tits? And when you were nice and wet, did I feast on your dripping pussy? And when I... finally shoved my hard cock into your aching cunt, did I take you from behind, Hermione? Tell me everything, love. Forget what I said. Never hold back from letting me know what you want... I fucking love you so much, Hermione. I'll never want anyone the way I want you– the way I've always wanted you. I'm the luckiest sod on the entire fucking planet because I get to call you mine... Bloody hell, I fucking miss you. Just a little over a week to go. I love you, Ron. As she reached the end of Ron's letter, Hermione's eyes glazed over with tears. Only Ron could inflict this kind of emotion in her. His latest letter left her wet in more ways than one... And as she picked up her quill, she found that for once in her life, she didn't care that she may have come out the loser.
8: Dear Ron... I think it would be... unwise for us to carry on the way we have been lest your letter falls into the wrong hands. I will say this, though. Your last letter affected me in more ways than one. And not to worry, love– they were all good ways... It goes both ways, Ron. You're the only man I'll ever love. I'll only ever belong to you... Ron closed his eyes and sighed contentedly... It thrilled him to know that he was the only man who would ever hear these words from her. She loved him. She wanted him. It would never fail to amaze him for the rest of his life.
- 9: 'Hermione?' Her mum's voice made her jump... 'I just miss him so much' she sobbed. 'I knew it!... I've always known you were mental for that boy!' Hermione chuckled through her tears. 'Have I always been that obvious, Mum?' she asked. 'I'm afraid so, dear'... 'Hermione... go to him.' 'What?' she gasped. 'No, Mum, I said I'd spend these first few days with you and Dad...'
- Hermione looked around his room... a large desk, the sight of which caused her to blush horribly... Hermione stripped herself of all of her clothing and lay down in Ron's bed... It appeared she would give Ron one of his Christmas gifts early.C10:
- '...Remember when I said I was thinking of adding something to your present? A surprise? Well, I want you to have it now'... 'Me,' she said. 'Anything you want me to do, I'll do it.' Ron smirked. 'Are you sure, Hermione? You're sure you know what you're offering?' 'Yes,' she replied. 'Anything you want'... 'In your letter, you wrote that you touched yourself while thinking of me,' he said. She nodded slowly. 'Will you – will you show me?' he asked.
- She let out a cry of pleasure, and Ron found himself staring as she started fingering herself. 'They're never enough, Ron,' she panted. 'Nothing can fill me the way you do.'
- 'Fuck, woman. You'll be the fucking death of me, I swear it. I can't believe you just did that.' 'I trust you, Ron. Truthfully, I've always wanted to do that in front of you so you can see for yourself what you do to me.'... 'I'm the luckiest bloke in the entire world,' he said. Hermione smiled. 'And your luck continues. What else do you want?'
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It’s long after the War, and due to Harry and Draco’s relationship, Pansy and Hermione forge an unlikely friendship. But after Hermione mysteriously disappears, Pansy and Draco have a chat at the Leaky Cauldron.
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- The Leaky Cauldron was packed with drunken patrons… Seated at a secluded table in the back were a young man and woman. The man… was wearing cervelt robes… They sat in comfortable silence until the woman spoke. “You and Harry are holding up alright?” She asked dispassionately… He replied, “I wasn’t particularly close to her… Harry’s better, though. Heard Ron is coping just fine, better than their kids. More importantly, how are you doing, Pansy? You were one of Hermione’s closest friends”
- Ron and Hermione had gotten married and had two children. By being in a long-term relationship with Harry, Draco grew close to them as well… However, a few months prior, Hermione mysteriously vanished… Everyone was devastated, but Ron moved a new girlfriend into their home less than a month after he reported Hermione missing. While Draco had suspected foul play, Harry insisted that grief didn’t happen only one way. So Draco bit his tongue and never brought it up again.
- “We weren’t that close, Draco…”… Draco… looked at her strangely… “But didn’t you both meet up every week? Hermione mentioned it a few times… You two would come here every Friday night, so we couldn’t plan anything on Friday nights.” Instead of answering the question, she continued.
- “…Remember seventh year, and I caught you, well, you remember, right?” His blood went cold. “Yes,” he said stiffly, “I remember.”… “You begged me not to tell a soul. You said you’d do anything for me. ‘Literally anything’, your words…” “Why are you bringing this up now?”… Pansy took a deep breath. “You’ve always been so prickly… I want to use that favor. But if you don’t want me to use it right now, that’s alright. I just figured you’d want to get it out of the way, is all. I know you hate loose ends.” She said the last sentence pointedly, and that made Draco’s eyes widen.
- “You’re such a Slytherin, Pans. What do you want me to do?” Her eyes lit up, but she quickly composed herself. “…Well, it’s nothing really; I just need you to make an Unbreakable Vow with me,” she said. Draco’s hand spazzed out and knocked the glass over. If anyone noticed, they didn’t show it… “Why?” “I can’t say. But you have to trust me. I’m a loyal friend, Draco. Please.”
- “I won’t make an Unbreakable Vow if I don’t even know what I’m agreeing to. Have you lost the plot?” “Alright. I’ll say this: I want to come over while Harry and the kids are out of town. I’ll help you clean, and when we’re done, I have some loose ends to attend to. It’s nothing too serious, I think, but it’s important to me. Please, I need you to agree to tell anyone who asks… that I was with you all night…”
- Draco raised both eyebrows. “This makes it sound like you’re going to break magical law. And with my partner being an Auror, this isn’t a situation I like finding myself in." She laughed hard. “Oh, it’s nothing too serious, Draco! It’s just morally ambiguous, is all. Like, nicking an abandoned wallet. I won’t implicate you in a crime syndicate or anything... If you just promise to swear I was with you all night, then neither of us will get into trouble. No issues.”
- “Is there any chance I might have to lie to Harry?”… She mumbled a quiet, “Potentially,” under her breath. “Do you understand what you’re asking of me, Pansy? You’re asking me to lie to the person I love more than life itself.” Draco’s voice began to shake. “It’s only lying about how long I’m over. It doesn’t even have to be Unbreakable, but you’d have to really mean it.”… There was a tense silence… Finally, he said, “I’ll make the Unbreakable Vow, but only if you make one with me that this isn’t going to ruin my relationship.”- It’d been a few days since he last saw Pansy… Before she left, she said to him, “You’re proof that Slytherins are loyal, but I’m proof that we’re cunning.” He had agreed, and thus far, no one had approached him about that fateful night... He was returning home when he heard someone say a familiar name. The woman was pointing at a newspaper in her hand… He said… “Excuse me, miss, could I take a peek at the headline for a moment?” She handed it to him… she asked excitedly, “Aren’t you dating the Boy Who Lived? Do you know what happened to Ronald Weasley?” He looked at her blankly. “What?” “Right there,… says he went missing this past weekend. I’d be careful if I were you. Your old sort might have a grudge.” Draco made a face… Conflicted, he looked down at the newspaper.
- THE DAILY PROPHET: “SECOND FRIEND OF HARRY POTTER MISSING”… Ronald B. Weasley was reported missing by his girlfriend, Lavender Brown, who moved in with Weasley two months prior. He went missing in the middle of the night… no evidence of magic… Reports show that Weasley and Brown had been screaming in the house prior to his disappearance… Interestingly, Weasley’s wife, Hermione Granger-Weasley, disappeared three months prior in a similar fashion…
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This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!
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- “Sit up on the desk for me…”; “Not here, love. Not like this…” “Ron…” she pleaded… “Gods, you’re so tempting… Cum for me instead. I know you’re close. I can feel it”; “Fucking Salazar,” a voice drawled from the doorway, utterly ruining the moment. “Who’d have thought the two of you were this filthy?” “What are you three doing?!” Hermione snapped… “Forgot my bag” Zabini pointed… “Didn’t realize we’d be interrupting such a… performance”… “We were studying”… Ron gave her a bewildered look. Studying wasn’t exactly how he’d describe it… “If that’s how you study, Granger, sign me up for the next session" Theodore Nott let his eyes drag across her body. “Watch it, Nott” Ron warned. “Well,” Theo shrugged, “she can’t act so prim and proper, not after we caught your tongue in her cunt”… “I won’t stand here and let the likes of you shame me” Hermione snarled… “What you saw was nothing more than a very normal, very healthy sexual relationship between my boyfriend and me. Now, let’s go, Ronald…”
- “Fucking blood traitor… slumming it in our dungeons for some mudblood cunt? Not that I’d expect anything better from a Weasley” Ron spun… anger ready to boil over, but… There was something else there… a look Ron knew all too well, a look that seemed an awful lot like jealousy… “If it were just me and you,” Ron growled, squaring up… with Malfoy, “I’d ram those ferret teeth straight down your throat, and I wouldn’t need a wand to do it…”; “Which one of you nicked her knickers?” Theo sighed…, fished the balled-up scrap of pink lace from his pocket, and handed it over; “How dare they?! Did you see the way Malfoy was looking at us—at me?…”… Ron grimaced. “To be fair, I’d be disgusted too if I walked in on him and Parkinson”… “Oh, and here are your knickers. Unless… you want me to keep them?” he teased. Hermione snatched them back. “Thank you, this skirt is far too short, and there are a lot of stairs between here and Gryffindor Tower”- Ron was ecstatic about bringing Hermione to the Burrow for Easter, so much so that he almost didn’t care that Harry was dating his sister… Obviously, it was annoying… every time he stumbled across them heavy-petting in some alcove, but he figured it worked in his favour. He could pawn Harry off on Ginny and finally get some privacy with Hermione. All he had to do was… block out the fact that Ginny and Harry were probably attempting the exact same idea; They were so lost in each other that the sudden bang of a door startled them… Charlie leaned against the frame… “Perhaps you two could keep it in your trousers until after dessert?” he chuckled
- “Mione, I don’t want you to feel pressured… We can just talk, or snog, or…” “Sex, Ron. I want sex.”; He thought of that cherry dress hiked up around her waist… the toe-curling, spine-tingling sensation of her wrapped around him, how it would destroy his entire life most gloriously. And how, in any moment he had her alone, he’d die just to be inside her again; “Lay back for me"… as the clink of his belt buckle struck the wood floor. "You need to be nice and wet first” Hermione let out a little, giddy giggle as she obeyed… “Yeah? You like the sound of that?” “Oh, god, yes…”; “You’re so big…” she panted. “I should…get on top…I can control… what I take…” “That’s a mental idea” Ron groaned, nearly cumming in his briefs when she throbbed around his fingers. “…I read that you’ll be more relaxed on your back. You trust me, don’t you?…” “You read?” “Yeah, Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches. The… more explicit version”; His hand, glistening with her wetness, stroked over his cock, spreading her arousal along his length until the tip shone
- “Fuck… fuck…fucking hell”… “You feel bloody amazing…”… “I’m going to start moving. Tell me how it feels. I’ll keep rubbing your clit, take the sting out of the stretch, yeah?”… He drew back, almost fainting at the sight of her body swallowing him, her pussy sliding glossily over every inch, over every vein; “That feels good. Keep doing that…” Hermione writhed, every gasp and moan a brand on his skin. “Ron, harder, please, I can take it—” “Not yet, I need you to cum first, I want to feel you lose it on me…” “Please, Ron, don’t hold back, fuck me, fuck me, I need it—” The dam inside him broke… His thumb kept ruthless circles on her clit, and the moment her back arched and she came with a scream, the thread frayed. Scorching heat shot through his veins as he spilled ropes of cum inside her- “Should we, ahhh, try it again?” Ron asked, shocked at how quickly his cock was stirring back to life… “Can I try it on top—” “Oi, you two!” Bill’s shout doused the fire. “Clothes back on before Mum comes looking…” Ron's head dropped… “Kill me now"; Hermione offered a polite, mortified ‘hello’. Bill only winked… calling, “Might want to zip up, little brother”… Hermione giggled uncontrollably… “Honestly, I don’t know which is worse, your family or the Slytherins catching us”
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I solemnly swear I am up to no good...
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- Our story begins one night in a hotel room in New York as Harry Potter lays out on the Hotel bed trying to rest up before his international meeting tomorrow, he begins to feel a little homesick and decides to unwrap the Potter Manor map he secretly created... The names of his family members glowed softly—Hermione Potter in the living room, Jaime and Ivy in their bedrooms. But then, a familiar name appeared: Ronald Weasley.
As Ron's name appeared on the map, Harry couldn't help but feel a familiar mix of emotions—affection for his lifelong friend intertwined with the lingering sting of insecurity. He had long since accepted that Ron's presence in their lives was a constant... Yet, the memories of those stolen moments Harry had uncovered during their Hogwarts days resurfaced, casting a shadow over his thoughts. Ron's robust frame moving gracefully in the dim light of the manor's living room, his laughter echoing as Hermione's voice carried a tone of playful teasing—sounds Harry had only imagined but never truly heard.
Harry’s breath hitched as Ron’s name shifted closer to Hermione’s on the map, their footprints pausing near the couch where she often read late into the night... Ron’s footsteps circled her, the ink of his label smudging slightly, as if the magic itself hesitated to record what came next, Harry’s throat went dry. Harry’s breath came in shallow gasps as Ron’s name plate on the map shifted, the inked feet moving with unmistakable purpose toward Hermione’s... Ron’s label lifted, carrying Hermione’s name with it in slow, deliberate strides.
The parchment trembled in Harry’s grip as the paired names glided down the hallway, past the children’s rooms, toward the master bedroom—his bedroom... Harry’s fingers dug into the parchment as Ron’s and Hermione’s names settled onto the bed—his bed. The map’s magic flickered, the ink darkening where their bodies pressed into the mattress. His breath was ragged, his cock straining against his trousers, painfully hard despite the shame coiling in his gut.
The tiny feet markings shifted—Hermione’s splayed slightly, Ron’s planted firmly between them. Harry could see it without seeing: Ron’s broad hands gripping her hips, her back arching as he dragged her closer.
Harry’s knuckles whitened around the map as Ron’s and Hermione’s names pressed deeper into the mattress, the ink smudging with the weight of their bodies. His breath came in ragged bursts, his cock throbbing painfully against the confines of his trousers. He could see it—Ron’s massive hands gripping Hermione’s hips, her back arching as he dragged her beneath him, those thick, powerful thighs spreading hers wider.
Harry’s free hand fumbled at his belt, trembling fingers undoing the clasp with desperate urgency. The map trembled in his other hand as Hermione’s name arched sharply... the ink pooling where their bodies met. A soft, muffled groan escaped Harry’s lips as he finally freed himself, his own modest length achingly hard, slick at the tip.
The tiny feet on the parchment shifted again—Ron’s planted firmly, Hermione’s lifting, toes curling as if in pleasure. Harry could see it—Ron’s thick, veiny cock sinking into her, stretching her in ways Harry never could.
Harry’s fingers trembled as the ink on the map blurred—Ron’s name lunging forward in jagged thrusts while Hermione’s shuddered beneath it... A damp spot darkened the sheet where Harry’s precum dripped onto the bedspread, his own fist working his modest length in frantic strokes, imagining the obscene slap of Ron’s heavy balls against Hermione’s skin with every erratic jerk of their names.
Harry’s breath hitched as the ink on the map pulsed—Ron’s name driving forward in rough, uneven strokes while Hermione’s shuddered beneath him, her tiny feet markings curling tight before splaying wide again. His own fist moved faster, the slick sounds of his palm working his cock drowned out only by the pounding of his heart. He could see it—Ron’s thick, ruddy length stretching Hermione impossibly wide, her nails surely digging into his freckled shoulders as he bottomed out inside her.
Harry’s vision blurred as the map’s enchantment flickered, the ink reshaping itself into the ghostly outline of Gryffindor Tower—the memory of that first stolen glimpse surging forward. Ron’s younger self loomed over Hermione on the four-poster bed, his freckled shoulders flexing as his monstrous cock disappeared between her thighs again and again. Harry’s fist tightened around his own aching length, his breath ragged as he watched the memory-play of Hermione’s younger body arching, her fingers twisting in the sheets while Ron’s heavy balls slapped against her.
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Country Magic #12 - One of Them Girls by olivejuice28
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
20 Aug 2020
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Based off the song "One of Them Girls" by Lee Brice. Hopelessly in love with his secret crush, Draco finally takes a chance.
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- Part 12 of Country Magic
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- “Earth to Draco” A dark-skinned hand waved vigorously in front of his face… Blaise was smirking as he resumed stabbing his salad with obvious contempt… "I mean, honestly, would it kill them to learn how to make a decent vinaigrette? This is offensive, I’m offended on behalf of the produce…”; “You’re doing it again, mate”… a soggy piece of cucumber hit him smack between the eyes. “Oi!What are you, eleven?” “I know exactly what I am,” Blaise snarked, “Though you seem to be in complete denial…”; "You’re not nearly as subtle as you like to think… I’ve known about your obsession since Third Year”
- “You know you could just go talk to her. Engage her in a friendly conversation like a normal person, instead of ogling her from afar like some lecher.” That got Draco’s attention… “I am not a lecher. I am not ogling her. And I am not obsessed with Granger” “Yet you knew exactly to whom I was referring”; "So, are you willing to admit it now?” “Admit what?” “Admit that you are one hundred percent gone over the Gryffindor Princess…”, but Blaise… was cut off by Draco vehemently shushing him, “I don’t want the whole Ministry to know you sodding git!” he whisper-yelled; “Alright, that’s enough. You’ve been mooning… over her for far too long. You’re going to march over there and ask her to go for drinks after work.” Draco froze, aghast at the prospect…- “Granger,” he drawled… “Malfoy,” her smile widened and her eyes sparkled and he found it difficult to swallow… or breathe… or formulate a coherent thought… his brain cataloged the way the light glinted off her curls, how long her dark eyelashes were, how utterly kissable her lips looked… causing him to realize he’d been staring, and rather blatantly. Not a lecher, indeed.
- …praying to all the Founders that he wasn’t about to make a complete fool of himself. “I wanted to see if you’d like to grab drinks after work?” “I’d love to, I really would, but I can’t,” she said, and she truly did look sorry about it… “I have somewhere I need to be… but if you wanted to come with me, maybe we could go out when I’m done?” Wait, she was inviting him to join her? “I should warn you, it’s a little… unusual,” she started to explain, clearly unaware that he’d do just about anything in order to spend time with her… “I’d be honored to accompany you anywhere you want to go, Granger,”… and was rewarded with a lovely blush coloring her cheeks… He felt like he might have levitated off his chair for a second. “Well, I hope you still feel that way once we get there”; “Meet me at the fountain at closing?”… He remained rooted to the spot, staring after her like a gormless loon…- Quizzical dark eyes scanned the taller wizard assessing his current state and assuming he was catatonic with elation. “Ah, so you’ve got a date. Good on you. It’s about time."; Was it a date? He wasn’t entirely sure… but she’d upped the ante when she invited him to accompany her to… wherever they were going… Salazar knew he’d follow her back into the Forbidden Forest during a Centaur family reunion if it meant being by her side
- “Did you know Harry once dumped an entire bag of coins in there?” “No,” Draco shook his head, “When was that?” “After his trial with the Wizengamot before our Fifth Year. He was so relieved to have the charges dropped, he tossed the whole lot in.”
- “You’re sure you want to come with me?” “Positive,” he assured her, “Though I don’t actually know where you’re taking me.” The teasing lilt to his voice seemed to lessen her anxiety… “Well, you won’t have long to wait to find out,”
- A very small sign hung above the knocker and he barely had time to register the words “Elf Assistance” before crossing the threshold behind her; He... turned to see Luna Lovegood gliding towards them with an airy smile on her face. “Hi, Hermione,” she embraced her friend, “And hello, Draco,”…
- “So, before we go in there, I suppose I should tell you that I help lead a House Elf support group.”… “Oh… well… that’s… um…” he wasn’t entirely sure what that was, and was caught between a desire to bust out laughing and wanting to ask Hermione if she’d gone round the bend. “I told you it was unusual,”… a challenge sparkling in her wide, brown eyes.
- Draco was quite certain she had been about to say “master”, and suddenly understood why this whole support group idea might be a valid service. “Well that’s completely understandable…”… Tinker looked marginally uplifted by it; It was abundantly clear that the Elves all deeply admired and trusted both of the young women… he could hardly take his eyes off Hermione.
"I was wondering when Hermione might bring you by. It was only a matter of time obviously” “Obviously?” “Oh, yes, Hermione’s fancied you for ages. She just never thought you’d be interested. I told her she was being silly, of course. You’ve liked her since we were children”
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Based off the song "What Ifs" by Kane Brown. Draco tries to convince Hermione to let go of the past.
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- Part 7 of Country Magic
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- “I don’t want you to leave. I just don’t understand what’s got you so upset”… “Are you angry because I referred to you as my girlfriend?”… “I don’t know. Maybe? You know how much I hate labels and…” she left the unfinished thought hanging… unsure of how to continue. “What would you like me to tell people, then? Oh hello, let me introduce you to the woman-I-spend-all-my-free-time-with?” He injected a note of teasing… “Draco, no” she protested. “Perhaps, my-former-nemesis-turned-significant-other?” "Now who's being ridiculous?” “Or, how about the witch-I’ve-been-exclusively-shagging-for-over-six-months?” “Absolutely not- wait- we’ve been” she waved her hand between them to indicate whatever their relationship was, “for longer than six months” Her eyes narrowed while he rolled his with extreme exaggeration. “Yes, and since we started this” he mimicked her gesture, “I’d been exclusively shagging no one! In fact, I haven’t been with another witch since we went for coffee after the verdict on the High Street case” She froze on the spot… “But that was almost a year before you even asked me out” He simply nodded… before giving a small shrug... Well, now she knows
“Look, I know things with Weasley didn’t work out,” he began. She flared back to life at once, “Didn’t work out? That’s a nice way of putting it. He strung me along for years!"...she ticked examples off on her fingers... I rearranged my entire life for him… gave up my perfect little flat. I passed up multiple career moves. I waited patiently on the sidelines while he did whatever he needed to, only to have it all thrown back in my face.” “I know, I know” he tried to placate her… “No, you don’t know! Being who I am, him being who he is, everyone… had these huge expectations… about us, and I was so afraid of letting anyone down. I gave him everything and he just… he just took it”. She sighed… “I loved Ron since I was fourteen. We dated for four years… everyone kept telling us how perfect we were for each other, and asking us when we were going to get married. Then, when he finally decided I was worth a ring, were engaged for three years before he had the nerve to call it off. It took five more months for me to figure out he’d had other witches in his back pocket the whole time”… While he had known things hadn’t ended exactly amicably… he hadn’t realized the extent of the damage done by the red-headed wanker. What a fool
- “I’m so sorry, Hermione. I had no idea” He gently wiped her tears with his thumb… “But I’m not him. I want us to be together, but every time I feel like we’ve made a step closer, you run even farther in the opposite direction. You can’t spend the rest of your life holding people at arm’s length, trying to protect your heart, trying to avoid loving someone”… he was horrified to see her bury her head in her knees, her shoulders shaking with sobs. He had never intended to cause more pain. “Hermione, please, I’m sorry. Tell me what you want me to do” he was virtually begging now, which he never did.
- “It’s too late!” “What?” he asked, confused. “It’s too late. It’s too l-late for me to protect my h-heart. It’s too late for me to keep you at arm’s length” “What do you mean?” “I already love you!” she sobbed out her admission and buried her face again, leaving Draco stricken and stunned… “Do you mean that?” he asked softly… She… nodded almost imperceptibly. “Then trust me” he implored her… “Hermione, I have been in awe of you since our school days… I grew to… care about you… after we started working together… And I have loved you since our second date, when that cherry tomato flew off your salad plate and you wandlessly transfigured it into a feather before it hit that lady’s head”
- “Really?” she asked timidly, almost as if voicing her query would shatter the… moment between them. “Yes. Really. You’re it for me, Hermione… I’m not going anywhere, unless you want me to” He cupped her cheek with his hand and caressed it with his thumb. “Let me love you. Please”… she stared into the pewter eyes that had become so familiar to her… And she saw love. So much love that it was overwhelming. Ron had looked at her… with fondness, but never with such devotion or admiration. It… made her feel treasured and terrified in equal measure.- “But what if you’re wrong? What if you don’t feel that way in a week, or a month, or a year?” her broken, fearful confession hung between them and he knew that was really the heart of the issue. “But what if I’m right?… What if it really is meant to be?” He could almost hear the gears whirring in the formidable mind of the beautiful witch in front of him… He pressed a soft kiss on her lips and tried to put as much feeling into it as possible. If it were up to him, she would be the last woman he’d ever kiss.
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Your wife waters flowers, I wanna kill her.
Two years since she'd chosen Ron over whatever might have been with Draco Malfoy. Now she's neighbors with him and his wife. Watching them through her windows, Hermione wondered if she had chosen wrong.
Based on Taylor Swift's "Fortnight". COMPLETED.
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- "Love you too." And she did. This was the Ron she'd fallen for—sweet and earnest and devoted. The man who'd held her while she cried over Crookshanks’ passing. Who'd proposed with his grandmother's ring and promises of forever.
- A sound froze her halfway up. Low. Guttural. Unmistakably sexual. Ron's voice... Her stomach clenched... The bedroom door stood wide open... Two bodies moved together in a rhythm. Ron's hands gripped pale hips, his face buried in blonde hair... The woman beneath him arched her back, fingers clawing at the headboard Hermione had picked out two years ago. Astoria Malfoy. Hermione's knees buckled... They hadn't noticed her. Too lost in each other to hear her world shatter. "God, Tori," Ron groaned. "Been thinking about this all morning."... "Then why'd you leave?" Astoria's cultured voice was breathless... "Had to make an appearance. Can't have the wife getting suspicious." The casual cruelty of it stole Hermione's breath. She backed down the stairs on trembling legs... Her heel caught on the third step. She... tumbled down the remaining stairs. She ran blindly... Tears blurred her vision... Twenty feet from her front door, the heel snapped. She pitched forward, knees and palms hitting concrete hard enough to tear skin... She stayed there, crumpled on the pavement like discarded rubbish. Sobs tore from her throat—ugly, animalistic sounds she couldn't control.
- After all that she had done, she's still not enough. Hermione loved him. Merlin, she really did. He was her first love, she had dreamed of their future together since her adolescence. She ruined her life to become someone he wanted... She gave up Malfoy for him. And now he's fucking Malfoy's wife.... Hermione felt sick.- Granger? What happened?"... Words wouldn't come. "Breathe," Draco commanded... "In through your nose. Out through your mouth. That's it." It took several attempts before speech returned. "Your wife. My husband. They’re fucking." "Ah." No surprise in his voice. No shock or outrage. Just mild acknowledgment, as if she'd mentioned the weather. "In my bed. Our bed... Go hex them. Kill them. Something..." Draco's expression remained neutral. Bored, even.
- "Why aren't you angry? She’s your wife! She’s—” "Is she though? Tell me, Granger. Did you ever see a wedding announcement? Photos in the Prophet? Anything beyond what we told you?" The question cut through hysteria. She searched her memory but found nothing but assumptions. "But you said—" "What you needed to hear. I'm well aware of what Astoria does with her time." The casual dismissal snapped something inside her. "You knew? You fucking knew and you let me—" "Yes." One word. Simple and devastating.
- Before Hermione could reacted... his mouth crashed down on hers. The kiss was nothing like Ron's perfunctory pecks. This was hungry, desperate, absolutely feral—years of want compressed into a single moment... Hermione should push him away... But she was too hurt, too angry. Her husband was cheating upstairs and she wanted to kill him... Instead, she kissed Malfoy back with equal fervor. Poured all her rage and hurt and confusion into the contact... He tasted like Earl Grey and possibilities she'd walked away from.- "Let me take care of you. The way he never did." "Your wife is upstairs fucking my husband." "Let her. And stop calling her that. I told you already, she was never my wife anyway. Ex-fiancee, sure..." His laugh was low and dark. "Amazing how easily people believe what they want to see." "But you seemed so happy! The perfect couple, the perfect marriage..." His grey eyes held hers, unblinking. "Did you really think I would marry, Granger? After what you did?" "What I did? I chose Ron—" "You chose wrong." The words were sharp as cut glass. "So I decided to show you exactly how wrong. Every dinner party where she hung off my arm. Every time you saw us in the garden... All of it was for you. To remind you what you threw away for Weasley." "That's sick. That's completely..." The absurdity of it startled a broken laugh from her throat. "You're horrible."
- "Mm. Terrible. Awful. The absolute worst." He punctuated each word with a kiss. Her neck, the corner of her mouth, her lips... She could taste the Earl Grey on his tongue. Smell the sandalwood soap he'd used since Hogwarts. "Don't pretend you never regretted your choice, Hermione. I watched you watching us through that window every single day." Heat flooded her cheeks at being caught. Her voyeuristic guilt laid bare. "I've been waiting for so long. You have no idea how painful it was to see you cling to him." The words came out rough. Hungry. "Now you finally know who the better choice was."Note: No smut because I have no idea how to write it.
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Padma Patil just wants a shag.
A meaningless shag.
NOT one with the soulmate she is avoiding.
So, when she spots a tall lanky man playing pool by himself in a Muggle pub, she takes a chance.
Only to discover that her hot Muggle is actually Ronald Weasley--her soulmate.
Bollocks.
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- The man could kiss, really kiss. Hermione had assured her, “Ron is actually quite good at sex,” but Padma hadn’t believed her. Couldn’t believe her. Until that moment, pinned up against his wall, with his tongue caressing hers.
- She felt it build as she panted. She crested and sighed in pleasure as she slumped against the wall. That was quite nice. It seemed Hermione was right, well at least about the foreplay. She looked down, expecting him to be sporting a proud, shit-eating grin for making her come so fast. Instead, he looked confused and maybe disappointed. She asked defensively, “What?” “I swear you were about to come, then you just stopped.” She furrowed her brow. “I did come.” He gave her a skeptical look and shook his head. “You didn’t make a sound.”... She swallowed and looked away from him. “I don’t–when I–I’m not vocal.” Ron snorted. “Yeah, right then, that changes tonight.”
- Because then she sobbed. He was so deep inside her that her whole body convulsed over and over, and with each clench, each wave, she let out another sob. “That’s right, Padma, come all over my cock, love.” She did not think she could clench around him any more tightly or sob any more loudly, but at his words she did just that.
- Holy fucking shit. That was sex with a soulmate? Godric, she was so responsive. The best sex of his life. He finally collapsed next to her and stared up at his ceiling, calculating how long until he could have her again. His attention was drawn back to her when she said, “I can’t feel my face.” He looked over and she was running her hand over the skin of her face with a perplexed look. “Why can’t I feel my face?” He skated his hand over her womb and near the juncture between her legs and answered, “ߴCause all your blood’s here right now, yeah?" “Oh,” she said. He propped himself on his elbow and looked down at her dazed face. “I think you were right. I think I broke you.” Her glazed eyes flicked to him. “What?” When she seemed to register what he said, her eyes widened further and she started to giggle. She rolled into a fetal position and let out peel after peel of laughter. “Why can’t I stop laughing,” she gasped. “It wasn’t that funny.” Ron grinned. “It’s the come down from something that intense. Some people cry.”
- He watched her ghost her hand over her face again still checking for feeling. “I’ve never had four orgasms in one night.” Ron was again disappointed in his brother. Poor Hermione. He replied to Padma, though, “That was only three.” She sat up on her elbows and looked at him. “No, four. There was the one by the door, the one–” He interrupted, “The one by the door was not an orgasm.” She jutted her chin out stubbornly. “It was. I told you, that is what my orgasms are like.” Ron snorted. “I think the last three say that they clearly aren’t.”
- He nudged her leg and smirked at her. “So, you’re saying I’m the best shag you’ve had?”. She gave him a look of exasperation before turning away. He nudged her leg again. “Because you were my best.” Her head snapped back to him with a look of such hopeful vulnerability that he nearly gaped. It was the kind of look he used to feel on his face whenever people praised him for something he did right. Like he was afraid they weren’t really telling the truth, that they still thought he wasn’t much of anything. “Yeah?” She whispered. He lay back down and pulled her to him. “Yeah,” he murmured into her hair. Then he joked, “Helped that there was no condom. I’d forgotten how good skin on skin was.”
- Finally, she whispered, “Two.” He blinked. She’d been with Fred for a decade. She must have been busy before they got together. “Two hundred? Really?” She huffed. “Not two hundred. Two, just two.” He sat fully up. “Wait, Fred and who else?” If there were really only two, who was it that she lost her virginity to? Was it someone he knew? One of the Muggles? It better not have been Malfoy. He felt an odd possessiveness now in a way that he hadn’t when he had thought it was several forgettable Muggles. She refused to look at him as she answered, “You.” He drew his brows together. “Me what?” When she remained faced away, it dawned on him. “Wait, you’ve only been with Fred and me?” She jerked a nod. “But–but how? You were twenty-four when you got with Fred. You’d never before–you lost your virginity to my brother?” Another jerky nod. “But that doesn’t make any bloody sense. You were the prettiest girl in our year.”