Ron Weasley And The Hogwarts Tournament

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I always felt like out of the Golden Trio, only Harry and Ron's friendship was the most balanced. On the other hand, in Harry and Hermione's friendship, Harry doesn't do much for Hermione as much as Hermione does for him. For Romione, It's Ron who always puts the most effort in the relationship with Hermione while she hardly reciprocates equally back. Please send to vivithefolle and I really am a fan of her Ron analyses.

yes, I completely agree with you!

@vivithefolle hi, someone wanted you to see this :)

RWatHT - Chapter 14: Celebrations

Ron was asleep, his muscles and shoulder felt really bad and he was incredibly tired. Right on top of him, was Hermione. Her brown golden curls were falling like curtains that surrounded her face. Her beautiful eyes were shining as she gazed at him from below. He wanted to move, to touch her like she deserved to be touched, but for some reason he couldn’t move. It was as if he had been petrified and he could only gaze as she began to lower her head towards his. Just when he thought she might’ve kissed him she lowered her mouth near his ear.

Taking the chance he licked and kissed her neck, it tasted like blood and metal. Weird, but he was tasting Hermione’s skin and he wasn’t about to complain about that.

“Ron,” she whispered. Fuck, it was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. “Ron,” a little louder and he silently begged for more. “Ron,” that wasn’t as quiet as the others. “Ron!”

Ron’s eyes snapped open. He looked around, he was surrounded by most of his friends, as well as some other people from Gryffindor. Hermione was kneeling down her face clearly worried and with marks on the sides of her head where it looked like she clawed with her nails. He unconsciously licked his lips and recognized the taste of metal and blood. Fred and George were also there and although they looked quite worried were snickering silently. Ron sent them a glare, as he couldn’t move.

“Ron,” he turned to look at Hermione. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” he said, trying to nod his head, but failing. “I just won’t be able to move for a while, but other than that I’m pretty good. Where’s Gryffindor?”

“I’m here,” Gryffindor said, kneeling on Ron’s right side. “Drink this,” in his hand was a glass bottle with viscous yellowish substance inside.

“No thanks,” said Ron, grimacing at the view of whatever the hell Gryffindor was trying to feed him. Gryffindor sighed, then he grabbed Ron’s chin forcefully and pried his mouth open. Ron for his part closed his mouth as tight as he could and this time Gryffindor had a hard time opening it. He put the large bottle down and handed it to Hermione.

“When I tell you to,” he told her. “Pour it in his mouth. It’ll help,” Hermione looked quite conflicted with herself, but if it meant helping her friends Ron knew what she was willing to do.

Gryffindor took a hold of Ron’s nose cutting off his breathing, Ron held on to the air inside his mouth as long as he could until he had to take in some air. He opened his mouth in a loud gasp and Gryffindor held his jaw.

“Now! Fill his mouth and don’t overdo it!” Gryffindor exclaimed. Hermione began pouring the viscous substance into his mouth. It filled Ron’s mouth, it was cold and it felt as if a weird slime was pouring inside his mouth. Ron closed his mouth and forced himself to swallow, however the unpleasant feeling inside his stomach or the disgusting taste never came. Instead, he tasted bananas and chocolates along with very cold milk, and his body, which was burning, tired and exhausted, felt cooler and more relaxed.

“Hmmmmm,” he moaned, closing his eyes and savouring the taste. “What is that?” He asked.

“It's a banana smoothie,” Gryffindor said, his eyebrow arched. “Right now, you’re experiencing cramps so intensely your body has stopped moving temporarily. So if you want to walk today instead of staying in bed all day. Drink. The bloody. Smoothie.”

Ron squinted his eyes at Gryffindor in a small glare and opened his mouth. Hermione for her part put the bottle to Ron’s mouth as he began to drink, he had closed his eyes at the moment and so he didn’t notice Hermione staring at his Adam's apple bobbing, her cheeks a light pink. By the time the bottle ended Ron could move again, however his left arm still hurt when he tried to use it. As Ron checked himself he noticed his robes at first, only his pants were actually unscathed, his upper half clothes had been burned and slashed to the point that it was comical how much he was revealing and how much he had uncovered.

The blood that was on his body and clothes was not that much, perhaps half a cup at most. The cut had hurt far worse than it probably should have. He wasn’t even that worried about the blood, he was more worried about the pink and bright scars that were on his shoulder now.

He looked around ready to ask Gryffindor what exactly had happened when he was nowhere to be seen.

Gryffindor was walking angrily towards the Headmaster’s office. Of course it had to have been one of Salazar’s students who would break the rules and against his Champion no less, no one else could be that petty.

‘You could,’ said a small voice that sounded like Rowena.

‘Shut up,’ he continued until he was in front of the stone gryphon. He said the password and made his way up the stairs. When he opened the door making his way in, hell resonated in his ears.

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Always see “real women” posts so here’s one for the dudes.

Reblog if you're not homophobic

Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad. 

where’s your mini romione fanart of them playing with their patronus?? did you deleted it? i can’t find it ☹️

WHA????

I didn’t delete it, to be honest I didn’t even realize I could do that, but excuse me?!!

Has it vanished?!!

Its cool. I’ll make another one, here’s the trio havin a fun time:

RWatHT - Chapter 15: Bonding Over Fighting

Ron took off Harry's Invisibility Cloak, putting it inside his school bag. He took out the cigarettes Sirius had gifted him and pulled out one single cigarette. He had never really lit one, he had only caught Bill and Charlie a number of times lighting them up behind Dad’s shed, thinking they wouldn’t be able to be caught by anyone. Little did they know, Ron was watching. Just as he took out his wand, and put the cigarette on his mouth he heard steps climbing up to where he was.

He hid the cigarette in his pocket and put his hands behind his back, just to see Daphne Greengrass looking behind her. Her gaze suddenly met his and it seemed as if time had stopped. With his left arm inside a sling Ron could do little to defend himself if Greengrass were to attack him, even so he slowly reached for his wand.

“What are you doing here, Weasley?” Greengrass asked accusingly.

“I could ask you the same thing, Greengrass,” Ron responded. She opened her mouth seemingly ready to answer his question, when they heard another set of footsteps climbing up the stairs. Cedric Diggory seemed to have joined them, and he looked just as surprised as Ron and Daphne felt.

“What are you two doing here?” Cedric asked, eyebrow arched, an expression of confusion on his handsome features. “Out for a snog, aye?” He said, eyebrows wiggling at them, a subtle wink Ron almost didn’t catch.

“What?!” Ron and Daphne both exclaimed. “No!” Ron exclaimed at the same time that Daphne said, “Disgusting!”

And then another set of footsteps, these ones more light and somehow graceful, came from behind Cedric. Luna Lovegood had joined the trio of Tournament Champions. She wore her dreamy expression like always and had a small, but happy smile on her lips.

“Oh,” she said a few moments after assessing who was in the room. “Hello Ron, Cedric.”

“Luna?” Ron said questioningly. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh well, I saw Daphne Greengrass and Cedric enter the Astronomy Tower. I just wanted to see what they were doing, I didn’t know you were up here too. Is this a party?”

“What?” Greengrass almost barked. “Of course it’s not a party. It’s just a stupid coincidence.”

“Oh yeah? Then why are you out here?” Ron asked accusingly. 

“That’s none of your business, Weasley,” Greengrass stepped up menacingly towards Ron. “But for your information, I was just out for a walk. I needed a break from all the bloody noises inside my common room.”

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know blood supremacy was hard to hear,” Ron said in a purely sarcastic tone.

“We’re not all blood supremacists!”

“Oh my bad,” in an obviously fake apologising tone. “Elitists, then.”

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Reblog if you say "fuck" more than 5 times a day.

Winter Romione🥰

Potters Look Quite Like Gingers Nowadays

Can't believe someone actually asked, but I'm happy to respond.

This one is a One-Shot Crack Fic I'm working on from book 2 to the final book.

Basically, Snape finds out about the whole Malfoy calling Hermione a mudblood incident in Chamber of Secrets, but instead of being angry at Malfoy for saying mudblood he projects himself onto him, and basically tries to set them up.

He fails because Hermione finds Malfoy repulsive and Malfoy really doesn't want to date Hermione, but still does what Snape tells him to because he's scared of his unstable Potions Professor.

Snape also begins to let go of his hatred for Harry and begins concentrating it on Ron, that's where the title comes from. I've just written a couple of paragraphs, but I hope it will turn out okay.

Here's little snippet:

Snape stared at Malfoy with such hatred, such repulsion and anger. That when Draco Malfoy finally raised his head, he realized he was looking into himself. The young Malfoy's grey eyes reflected his own dark and slumping figure, and there he realized they were one in the same. Two poor souls, unable to...

To be with the one they loved…

Yes, poor Malfoy truly had screwed it up. He had screwed it up far earlier than he had. With the exact same horrible word that had cost him his Lily. And then the disappointed came in, this world was so wretched that it could never let two tortured souls be with the one they love.

Malfoy stared up at him, and Snape then realized he so hope. Desperation. Fear. A thousand emotions that swam in his eyes. Surely, it was hope for Snape to fix this situation. Desperation for him and his lovely muggle-born Gryffindor to belong together. Fear of losing her forever.

"Mr. Malfoy," he said in his normal stern voice. He gulped, the poor boy he truly was scared of losing his Lil–Hermione. "Do not worry."

And then his previous frown became a slow smirk that overtook his features.

"You are not losing her," Snape continued. "I'll do everything in my power to get you and Ms. Granger together."

The poor boy, he was so excited he became almost petrified.