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Ron Weasley and the Hogwarts Tournament

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Ron Weasley and the Hogwarts Tournament

Five years after Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had been founded the four founders had found themselves in a dispute. A tournament involving their students was planned, however according to a Seer it wasn't their current students who could inherit their will and responsibility. Their true heirs shall reveal themselves in a thousand years.

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RWatHT - Chapter 13: The Demonstration Match II

“We’ll take a quick break,” said Hufflepuff. “Before the duels start. Feel free to head to the Great Hall for a quick meal. Champions you may go first. Next, it is the students’ turn. And then, the professors’ and the staff.”

The Champions stood up and looked at each other, before Ron held his stomach. All four of them were hungry as they had eaten nothing that morning as they were preparing for their entrances. The four stared at each other before they began walking towards the same direction, then Cedric glanced at his right looking at Luna and sped up slightly. Ron looked to his own right seeing Cedric speeding up and he too sped up. It only took all but four seconds for the four of them to begin sprinting towards the Great Hall.

When Ron arrived at the Great Hall, neck to neck with the others he found himself staring at the feast prepared for the whole school. He looked at the others, Luna for some reason had a panting smile on her face, while Cedric held a smirk of his own. Daphne Greengrass, however, was the only one similar who seemed completely serious.

The four dug in as they sat at their separate tables. Ron couldn’t help but to stare at Daphne Greengrass as she elegantly cut her food before putting a piece of steak in her mouth and chewing slowly like a real snob.

Ron for his part didn’t really care about being appropriate as he shoved entire spoonfuls of food inside his mouth.

‘She’s bloody crazy,’ thought Ron. ‘Honestly, she cut that graphorn like it was nothing. She’s so–’

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‘Bloody annoying,’ thought Daphne. ‘There’s no way anyone, and Ron Weasley at that, can get that good in such a short amount of time. It’s so obvious he’s just a–’

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‘Bloody maniac is what she is.’

Students began to pour in the Great Hall, the professors’ close behind the large group of students. Most of the students came barreling through the entrance and went straight to the Champions as they congratulated them. Harry and Hermione sat beside Ron.

“That was amazing, Ron,” she said as she sat down hugging him. Ron’s ears went red. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Y-yeah,” said Ron, clearing his head. “Yeah, I’m alright. Madame Pomfrey only said it was a broken rib, nothing she couldn’t fix.”

Ron’s friends nodded, before they had to do a double take as they watched the Gryffindor Champion continue with his meal as if he hadn’t just revealed a critical injury for most people.

“What?!” almost everyone exclaimed.

“What?” said Ron looking around as he swallowed the piece of steak he had been chewing. “It’s nothing, really.”

“Nothing?!” shrieked Hermione. “Ron, a broken rib is a serious injury, you can’t just say it’s nothing!”

“Oh come on,” said Ron. “This stuff would make Dementors blush.”

“No, seriously, Ron,” continued Hermione, her tone a mix of worry and admonishment. “You broke your arm during the last Quidditch Match and just put it back as if it was nothing, and then there was about a month and a half ago when Harry and I found you passed out on the floor of the Quidditch Locker Rooms, Gryffindor had said that you had been too exhausted from your training with him and you still went to Quidditch Practice.”

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As Hermione said all this Ron tried his best not to choke on a piece of pork he had shoved in his mouth a little too forcefully. The two continued to throw argument after argument before they decided to resign themselves to their meals.

Harry stared between his two best friends, and while just a few weeks ago he would’ve been relieved to see them bicker like always he internally called his past self from three weeks ago a fool.

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Hufflepuff clapped loudly and everyone stopped what they were doing, excited for the next part of the Match that day. The duels. Everyone made their way back to the Quidditch Pitch. Ron watched as Harry, Hermione, Ginny and the twins were taking to the Gryffindor high tower in the stands as he’d asked. Other people were also brought to other towers, Sue Li, Neville and Padma Patil went to the Ravenclaw tower, while Ernie MacMillan, Hannah Abbott and Tamsin Applesbee were led to the Hufflepuff one. Ron wasn’t surprised to see that only Astoria Greengrass, Daphne’s sister, had been chosen for the Slytherin tower.

The sorting hat once more began to float, but this time she went to each and one of the Champions. Like Gryffindor instructed Ron, he put a piece of parchment with his name inside the hat as did the other from what he could see.

The hat floated to the side of the field and began to murmur before seemingly chewing on nothing, before he spat something out. A small ball of parchment paper suddenly exploded into a ball of fire, and Ron seemed to appear in the middle of the air, with his Tournament robes and sword. His name appeared above the sort of translucent image of him.

The hat spat something out once more, once more a small ball of parchment paper was spat into the air, but this time it turned into dust and exploded into a small sand balloon. Cedric with his robes, wand and mallet appeared in the air looking like a ghost, similar to Ron. His name above him.

“Ron Weasley and Cedric Diggory, make your way to the field!” Shouted the sorting hat.

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I was not tagged, but I think this is fun!

Monstrously And Remarkably Variable Education Levels

Potters Look Quite Like Gingers Nowadays

Mixed Weasley Arts

The Lion with the Red Mane

Hermione Doesn’t Rhyme With Anything

For Love Of All Things

Our Weasley King

Lovers in a Wrong House

Playing It Cool

Bloody Constant Vigilance

The Rat with the Lion Heart

Blood Tracks

Anam Cara

Let Me Love Your Pain

I too don't think I have as many friends as I do WIPs, but I'll try and tag authors whose work I really like.

Tagging @simplyswooningk @mertronus @cheesyficwriter @reallybeth9

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Hopefully it’s okay that I am going to consider a series as one even though I have multiple chapters. Also, not sure I have as many friends as I do WIPs.

A Touch of Mystery

Crack Fic

Work Husband

The Second of January

DINK Elope

How Long Was I Asleep

Voodoo

Eavesdrop

Elope 1

Amnesty

Pity Snog

MBMW

Tagging @adenei @accio-broom @voldemorts-tap-shoes @be11atrixthestrange @acnelli and encouraging any one else to join in!

For the trope game...Romione for Fairy tale AU and Prision AU. Oh and Percy/Audrey for Airport/Travel AU.

Romione – Fairy Tale Prison AU

Hermione had been locked up in her tower for all of her life. She had never truly experienced what was like living, until she met him. His red hair, his charming smile, his blue eyes that seemed to have been stolen from the sky itself. Prince Ron. They had met each other when she had been reading a book by a window in her tower, or her small prison cell as she began calling it nowadays.

He had been so new to Hermione, she had not met any other people besides her adoptive mother. At first she disliked him, his poor manners, his vulgar language, and his habit of being extremely tactless. Yet, she couldn't help but fall in love with him.

Of course their romance was short lived. Hermione's adoptive mother had caught them, and using magic she sent wild and violent canaries to her beloved prince, blinding his eyes and leaving him from ever seeing her face again. She had kicked Hermione from the tower and left her to roam the streets. Ron had been mistaken as a beggar and had accidentally angered a Prince from a neighboring kingdom called Malfoy.

He had been thrown into prison to rot for the rest of his days. But, Hermione had found a window, and every night she read him one of the stories they read together in her tower. There came one day that the grief and pain of not being together was too much for Hermione and she wept over the small cell bars that kept her apart from Ron, her tears landed on his bandaged eyes, and unbeknownst to her healed him.

After regaining his eyesight and clearing himself off all charges Ron took Hermione to his own Kingdom, where they lived happily ever after.

Sorry for the rushed story. I guess I'm better with elements I'm familiar with and this two AUs were my kryptonite.

I think I did a better job on the next one.

Perdrey – Airport Travel AU

The first time he sees her it's a surprise, but a good one nonetheless. She is different yet similar to him. She reminds him of home, perhaps it's the laptop that she always seems to carry around where she writes seemingly non-stop, just like him.

Perhaps it's the abrasiveness that he's so accustomed to. How she seems to only take yes for an answer whenever she speaks to any of the staff in the airport. How she's not afraid to point out others mistakes.

It's not love, it can't be, because he doesn't even know her. He sees her every couple of weeks. Her job seems to involve traveling like his. He wonders if perhaps it's a sign, or maybe he's just looking for them, looking for a reason to get some courage and talk to her. They're all brave in his family, even his baby brother and sister are brave. But he doesn't seem to share the family trait.

They travel to the same place. They end up in the same hotel in Costa Rica. They meet each other. They have dinner. They walk by the coast. They talk about their families, friends, jobs and he can't help, but notice how beautiful she is when she's working and when she's not working.

He kisses her, but still doesn't go further than that. They travel back home and he wonders if he should've done it. The logical side in him tells him how hard-working their relationship would be, it tells him how it's not worth it if they're going to get their hearts broken.

But then he sees her, just a couple of weeks after he's back when he has to go to the airport again. She still looks beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. And he forgets his job, he forgets that the plane ticket he's going to miss is going to come out of his pocket , he doesn't care because she's there and he's brave. Brave for her at least.

She's about to go by the metal detector and his voice seems to come alive on its own. She's looking at him and he's an idiot for not being brave. He reaches for her and kisses her. She kisses him back.

They take some time off work and spend a long deserving vacation together. They know they'll have to go back. They won't see each other for some time because of their work. But work seems pretty boring when they're kissing on a bench in Venice.

Winter Romione🥰

What’s she listening to? 🌙

RWatHT - Chapter 21: Desertion

Ron rubbed the back of his head, his forehead against the table in his private dormitory. He was trying his hardest to stop himself from thinking, from existing, his head hurt like hell, and he did not know what to do. He wanted to stop himself from crying, he felt pathetic, lower than dirt, and the worst of the worst.

‘She would have never picked you,’ it was the voice in his head, the one that had always been there, ever since Muriel explained the pity she felt for Ron’s mother when Ron had turned out to be a boy instead of the girl his mother had always wanted. ‘She is the Brightest Witch of Her Age, she will be Minister of Magic one day or perhaps something greater. Why would she ever pick you?’

“Stop it,” he growled against the hardwood table, as he banged his head harshly. 

‘Look at yourself. Do you really think that her kiss meant anything?’

“Stop it!” 

‘She pitied you,’ it was like a whisper in his ear, but no matter how hard he pressed his palms against his head he could not stop the thoughts. ‘That’s why she said yes. That’s why she danced all night with you. That’s why she kissed you. She wanted you to feel what Krum felt, since no one else would ever want to.’

“Stop it!” His head banged against the table again. “Stop it!” And again. “Stop it!” And again. “Stop it, please!” And once more.

He was going crazy, he was talking to himself. His chest hurt so much. He felt like crying. He felt like screaming. He felt like punching, kicking, and vomiting all at once. He was begging Merlin for it all to stop. It was too much, his heart felt like jumping out of his throat.

He walked outside his dorm, and went to his Potions O.W.L. exams. He saw Hermione there, who seemed to be looking for him. He tried his best to hide behind Dean Thomas, who was ignoring Ron out of anger or fear. The written exam was not the difficult part of the day, instead it was the very end of it, Hermione had spotted him, and ran as quickly as she could towards him.

“Ron!” Hermione called. “Ron, please. Please just talk to me!”

Her voice was pleading, she was begging, and he knew she was about to cry. He had heard that voice whenever Harry would scream at the both of them during the summer at Grimmauld Place. He didn’t want to scream at Hermione. He didn’t want to make her cry.

‘Why was she even crying?’

‘Because you’ve embarrassed her,’ the voice spoke. ‘Imagine having to take you as a date to the ball, when just last year she had been the date of Viktor Krum.’

“Just leave me alone!” he barked at himself. And when he turned, he saw her. Hermione had stopped short, her eyes were red, and were brimming with tears. Without a single word, she just walked quickly away from Ron.

‘Nice one, moron.’

Ron just went back to his own dorm and began to think about how he was feeling. Hurting. Crying. Screaming. Kicking. He wanted to do this all at once, all at himself.

And that’s how Ron spent the next few hours of his day. He walked around his private dorm, sometimes he laid on his bed. His head filled with images of Krum, and Hermione, but now Ginny, Harry and the twins were there, mocking him, laughing at him. Sometimes, he tried to drown them out by hitting his head against his desk, or pushing his head into his pillow. Sometimes he felt such a wrathful and fiery anger that he punched his walls, making sure to cause as much damage as possible with the Dragon Magic, other times he felt so small, and useless that his own body seemed to crumble. 

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