When Your Constant Mortal Peril Becomes A Running Gag. 

What’s she listening to? 🌙

Here's the thing.

No, but also yes?

The way Ron is treated by his siblings is very specific. It's not like how they treat Percy where they all get annoyed by how pompous he is. Or the twins where they just roll their eyes and shrug their shoulders because what are you going to do? They're the twins.

Bill and Charlie seem like the most respectful, and my personal headcannon is that Ron is Charlie's favorite brother. Percy just acts the way he always does towards everyone else, the twins, Harry, Ginny, etc... So one could say his behaviour is quite normal. Up until OoTP that is, because we see how he genuinely worries about Ron's future in his letter, even if it is quite condescending and misguided, so I venture to say that the eldest siblings cared for Ron quite a lot.

Ginny and the twins is when things start to get complex. We don't see their treatment towards Ron become super aggressive or even downright bullying until Percy leaves, in his absence the twins find Ron to be their next target, notice how in GoF whenever Percy was not around it was Ron who they teased a lot more.

Then, Ron becomes a prefect, a couple of weeks after Percy, their own brother who was also the most recent prefect in the family, ditched them. Their association with prefects still relates to Percy, and this is not only for the twins and Ginny, but also for Ron himself. Ron is quite clearly scared to become the twins' new favorite punching bag (metaphorically).

And the reason he doesn't fight back is a big reason as to why Ginny acts the way she does. She sees the way the twins treat Ron, which is pretty harshly, and as to not be perceived like Percy, he does nothing to defend himself. Ginny sees that Ron becomes the punchline to every joke and decides to join in.

No matter, how you see it. Ron was in the right to be mad with Ginny in HBP for kissing Dean in a public place: she was in a place where she could've easily been found; she would've been a victim of gossiping, bullying and mockery; a professor could've caught them as well. Ron might've not used the words correctly, but he only tried to do what he thought was best for Ginny. She in turn virgin-shamed him, told him the girl he liked had already snogged the guy he was jealous of, and that he was pathetic. All in the span of a couple of seconds, and in front of his best friend.

Ron himself had been a victim of bullying throughout every single school year, wether it was because of his robes, his financial status, his quidditch skills. He knows how rough other students are, more than any of his siblings probably.

Ginny is very similar to the twins, she is very alike in the way she's assertive and has a mischievous vindictiveness to her (Zacharias Smith, Malfoy, etc...). She thinks it doesn't affect Ron, because they're only jokes, but sometimes those jokes are a bit too mean, and she doesn't care for it. She called Luna, who was her friend, Loony a nickname after her weird antics. She said Ron had a Pygmy Puff tattoo, because it was emasculating.

But she also cared about him, because at the end of the day they were siblings. They grew up together, but she was not the best sibling she could've or should've been.

Is Ginny a bad sibling to Ron?

I saw this discussion today on reddit and I want to know what others think.

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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Could I ask for your fanfiction account name? I saw that you were planning on writing a fanfic and the poster looked really cool!!! Thank you very much🤗

CandyMan9 on FF.net.

Currently working on getting an AO3 account.

Comment on fanfics

A few days back on AO3 I found an unfinished, two chapter spideypool fanfic that was cute and had lots of potential and was also last updated two years ago. Two whole years! And it had only three comments, all of which on chapter one, none on chapter two. I enjoyed the fanfic, despite it being far, FAR from being finished and the chance of it ever updating again anytime soon was just about zero. So you know what I did?

I wrote a damn comment. On chapter two.

And I made sure that fucker was long and had a small theory of where I think the author would take the fanfic in the future. I let the person behind the fic know that I friggin LOVED the two chapters I got to read! That I would LOVE to see more! That I’d jump out of my skin in happiness and virtually hug them half to death if I saw that they updated it.

Let me remind you this fic wasn’t updated in two YEARS! I was the first to comment on it in a year. And the first to comment on chapter two! And you know what happened today?

I got a reply.

From the author of the fanfic. And the author said how I gave them life for a project they had loved (still did) and that they were now working on a third chapter. After two YEARS of not updating. Of not writing. And it makes me so friggin happy seeing what I did. What I caused.

With a single. Damn. Comment.

All that it took for me was to think a bit about what I wanted to tell the author and the comment it. All it took was one comment. And suddenly this person was inspired to continue a fanfic they had abandoned for TWO YEARS!!

I couldn’t be happier. I couldn’t be more proud.

Comment on people’s fanfics. No matter how few chapters there are. No matter how many years have passed since their last update. Comment. You like a fanfic? Comment on it. It’s that easy.

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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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!

Winter Romione🥰

RWatHT - Chapter 20: Sweetest of Nightmares

Ron was nervous. How could he not be? Tonight was the Ball. In just a few minutes he would have to go down and dance in front of almost all of Hogwarts. It felt like the Yule Ball all over again, but a bit better. This time there were no ugly maroon robes, but instead deep burgundy velvet dress robes with golden lining. They looked good, far better than what he had last year. The design was immaculate with a sleek golden lion shoulder pad on top of one of his arms which held his blonde fur cape.

The robes had been a gift from Master Gryffindor that he had forcefully accepted. He almost rejected them, until he told him he was going to throw him in the middle of the Great Hall naked if he did not accept them. He was sure his Master was only joking. But not so sure as to find out.

His hair was managed as well, although he most likely still needed to cut it. Thankfully, Daphne had been nice enough to have given him some hair products to use. 

The Ball was any minute now. Ron descended down the stairs. Harry, Ginny, Neville and Dean were sitting on the couch waiting. Ginny and Dean were going together, and although Ron found the pairing weird he was sure it was quite harmless. Neville had been a surprise, Luna had decided to invite his blonde dorm mate, and the poor bloke had been clearly relieved of his constant search for a date. Harry was another story, he had also managed to put his date to the Ball till the last minute one more time. And now he was as stuck as one could get with a date he had no interest with.

“You look good for a change,” Ginny teased.

“Shut up,” Ron responded. He cleared his throat, before asking Ginny the question he wanted to ask. “Is… Is she…?”

“She’ll be down any minute now,” she said with a smile.

“I hope so,” he nervously checked his dress robes. “Do I look good?”

“You look great mate,” Dean said, most likely trying to assure him. Ron looked to Harry for confirmation who nodded his head. 

Then, Ron heard it. The subtle set of steps he had walked with for 5 years. He turned to look before anyone else. There she was. Hermione Granger. Her brown hair was up in a bun on her head, with some strands of hair falling down and reaching her neck essentially framing her beautiful face. She was not wearing the periwinkle dress she had worn last year, instead she wore a champagne-coloured dress adorned with red lining and an intricate red pattern at the bottom that matched his own dress robes. She looked even more beautiful than last year, perhaps she had grown or maybe it was because she had chosen him.

Her cheeks were a bit pink, although Ron did not know if it was because of her make-up or another reason. Although she was wearing some short heels, he was still nearly a head taller than her. 

“Hi,” he said with a smile on his face.

“Hi,” she almost whispered, as if they had a secret. The two remained in silence only staring at each other, when Harry cleared his throat.

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Imagine James and Ron ever met each other and realized that Harry just chose his dad as his best friend.

Ron: What do you mean? We’re not that alike

James: Yeah, I mean no offense but I’m not that similar to this guy.

Me: Describe your wife.

Ron and James (simultaneously): A brilliant muggle-born witch that didn’t get that well with me at the start and was in the same House as me.

Ron and James look at each other in surprise.

James (shocked): W-well that was just a coincidence.

Ron (equally as shocked): Y-yeah, just a coincidence.

Me: Describe your best friend.

Ron and James (simultaneously): Loyal impulsive guy who wasn’t liked at his home so he went to live with me.

Ron and James are shocked again.

Me: Quidditch or books?

Ron and James (quickly): Quidditch.

Me: Most noticeable thing about your wife’s appearance?

Ron and James (quickly): Her hair!

Me: Potions or transfiguration?

Ron and James (quickly): Transfiguration!

Me: What do you do to impress girls whenever they walk by?

Ron and James: I run my fingers through my hair to make it look windswept! 

Ron and Jame gasp.

Me: See? You’re really simi-

James: Do you have a Gryffindor dorm mate that seems like he is a coward but is still one of your three closest friend?

Ron thinking of Neville: Yep! How about a bigot prat in Slytherin that called the girl you fancied the M-slur?

James thinking of Snivellus: Check! Were you part of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team?

Ron: Bloody hell, yes! Did you ever break the rules or even the law to help your friends?!

James: Of course I did, why wouldn’t I? They’re my friends! Did you get an academic achievement even when you thought someone else would get it?!

Ron: Yes! I was prefect instead of Harry! Favorite quidditch team?

James: Ballycastle Bats

Ron sighing in relief: Chudley Cannons.

James sighing in relief as well: Really? I wouldn’t have pegged you for a team like that.

Ron: Well they’re underdogs. Someone needs to support them don’t you think?

James: I suppose so. And the Bats have all this weight on their shoulders because they’re the champions and everyone’s always expecting them to be the overachievers.

Ron and James (simultaneously): I really identify with them.

Both eyes get wide open as they look at each other and mirror their movements. 

James: Are you sure you are not my son?

Ron: I- I don’t know anymore.

Me: ...