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“Look, she did agree to this. So what are you worried about?" Harry asked. "That you can’t share a room with her without killing her, or that you can’t share a room without shagging her?”
Ron and Hermione go undercover at a couple's resort to track down a resurgence of Death Eaters.
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03 Jan 2025
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(v.) To do something with soul, creativity or love; to put something of yourself into your work.
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02 Jan 2025
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Ron returns years later to the only woman he has ever loved- the one whose heart he ruthlessly broke before leaving. But who said the path to redemption was ever easy? Fate sometimes has crazy ways of bringing people together. A journey of a man to find his lost love through the twirling pathways riddled with lust, jealousy, heartbreak and often hopelessness.
Explicit disclaimer: This is a Romione. All comments on this fic are moderated. Any Ron OR Hermione bashing comments will be deleted.
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01 Jan 2025
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“Uncle Ron said something about Harry knocking Ginny up, but I don’t know what he means,” Teddy said.
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i knew you before we met, and i don’t even know you yet by fairytiger
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
27 May 2020
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Amidst the row houses, there was a brick building with a single overhead light and an old wooden sign. The Burrow, it read, in loopy scrawl that looked as though it was done by not one, but many hands. And at the door was a boy--no, older than a boy, though not by much--with very red hair.
“You alright?” he yelled.
“Lost,” she yelled back.
The boy held the door open.
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30 Dec 2024