Emotional Range: Teaspoon

Impulsive author, avid reader. Ravenclaw. 

[ayemkew]

Winter Romione in Hogsmeade 🧤🧣

[rons-amortentia]

Small Ron/Hermione canon moments that even most books readers don't remember.

1. Ron actually decided to follow his worst fear in COS with Harry after seeing Hermione's empty seat beside him at the great hall.

2. The 1st time Hermione apologised and accepted she was wrong in POA to Ron. She also hugged him and cried.

3. Ron actually read many books in his spare time to help Hermione with Buckbeak's trial.

4. Ron got detentions total 3 times in 7 years. 2 of them by Snape for defending Hermione against his bullying.

5. Hermione kissed Ron on his cheek to distract him from the horrible song Malfoy wrote in OOTP

6. Ron bought Hermione a perfume as a Christmas gift to make up for his atrocious behaviour in 4th year.

7. Hermione's the only person who caught that Twins were terrible to Ron and their pranks were affecting him emotionally.

8. Ron consoled Hermione the most when she was upset. At Dumbledore's funeral he was stroking her hair while she was crying on his shoulder.

9. Hermione asked Ron out on a date for the 1st time even though she said 'we are allowed to bring guests'

10. Ron is the only person who said 'I love you' those exact three words to his S.O in the whole series.

[dm2840]

For the first time: a Romione missing moment

*This scenario has been done to death but I just had to give it my own spin. Missing moment OotP. Please excuse the hideous typos that I’m fixing as I go along. My brain works faster than my fingers*

It was sweltering in 12 Grimmauld Place. London temperatures had been shooting through the roof and it didn’t really help that the all windows were firmly jammed shut. The Order had concealed Grimmauld Place from the outside world so well; that even a gentle breeze couldn’t slip through the cracks.

Ron Weasley had his shirt rolled up revealing a pale, freckled stomach. His pajamas were tossed across the room 15 minutes earlier in an attempt to cool off, Ron was lying on his back staring at the ceiling .

His mum had made him carefully make the bed earlier that day ( “just because you’re not at the Burrow doesn’t mean you don’t have chores!”). “What’s the effing point?” Ron thought grumpily.

The bed linen had been gloriously rumpled from the tossing and turning and currently was heaped in a corner of the room.

Ron had been contemplating what to do with the night that seemed to lay endlessly infront of him.

“I suppose I could bother Fred and George, or wake Ginny up…”

He rolled out of bed and began walking up the rickety staircase- he paused infront of Ginny’s room. He could hear her soft snores reverberating.

“Merlin knows how she can sleep in this hell hole!” Ron thought incredously

He ambled towards Fred and George’s room before realising he was wearing his Chudley Cannon t shirt ( and matching boxers). Ron groaned at his sudden realisation. He hurried past the door. “Might as well get a pee out of this useless trip…” Sighing audibly he made his way up.

“At this rate, I probably need a shower” Ron thought furiously as he felt his t shirt stick to his back. There were no lights on the last landing before the bathroom, Ron was fumbling around in the darkness when he bumped into something

“What the fu-”

“Ron!”

A wand tip lit

Hermione was looking up at him, a giant towel resting on her head.

Ron immediately felt a dozen butterflies erupt in his stomach. He was NOT expecting her. He was wearing his Chudley Cannon’s set for fucks sake. Ron could feel his ears burn

“Hey! When did you get here? Thought you were coming in day after?!”

He wasn’t sure whether he should hug her- Hermione was busy tugging the towel off her head. Besides, he couldn’t really feel his limbs right now.

“ I just got here an hour ago, Moody thought that would be best”

Her normally bushy hair was drenched, each curl defined. Little rivulets of water ran through her hair forming pools on her nightdress. He quickly averted his eyes as dark mounds of her breasts became visible.

Fuck fuck fuck

His face was burning. Hermione, turning pink herself crossed her arms over her chest.

“ I just took a shower- it’s really quite warm in here”

“Yeah I was thinking of taking one myself”

“ You take one and I’ll meet you downstairs and say hello, properly”

Ron steeled himself and looked at her. She was smiling nervously, the brown in her eyes brighter in the wandlight. He couldn’t help but return the smile “See you in a bit, Hermione”

As he watched her make her way down the stairs, it felt like he was seeing her for the first time.

His irritation at watching her dancing with Krum at the Yule Ball had turned into something else. As much as he tried to dismiss his feelings as stray thoughts and well, hormones; it was becoming increasingly difficult to deny his attraction. And today, Ron couldn’t help thinking of how sweet- and sexy she looked right out of the shower. He groaned softly as he pictured her breasts against her damp nightdress.

“ Get it together Weasley.. that’s your best friend” he splashed cold water on his face. “This is all one way”, Ron sternly told himself as he prepared himself to participate in Hermione’s intense discussion about Harry’s emotional state. It was obvious she didnt feel the same way…

Little did he know that five floors down, Hermione Granger, now fully dressed was pacing outside Ron’s door, trying to steady her own racing heart.

[dm2840]

5 am, Christmas Morning (ii)

–Ron’s version of Christmas morning in HBP. I like the idea of both of them pining for each other in two different places at the same time–

The sound of Burrow’s many chickens pecking their way through the snow woke Ron Weasley up from a restless, uncomfortable sleep. It was still dark out but he knew it was almost 5 am, because that’s the time his mum thought was breakfast time for the birds. He has spent many years of his life waking up at this obnoxious hour to the sound of excited squawks before grumbling and using several pillows to block out the sound and fall right back asleep.

But it was difficult today, and indeed for the last few weeks. He kept hoping that this was all a bad, bizarre nightmare- that he and Hermione were still going to Slughorn’s party as *maybe* more than friends, that he never had found out about Hermione snogging Krum, and that he hadn’t found himself attached at the mouth to Lavender Brown.

It had felt so reckless and exciting at first. He felt like he was making a point to his sister, to Harry, to her that he was more than somebody’s shadow, that he was wanted, desired by no less than one of fittest girls at Hogwarts. The adrenaline rush of the first few days of snogging Lavender gave way to discomfort, guilt and boredom. Lavender seemed to find everything he said hilarious and was more than happy to tongue him without a trace of shame in public places. And yet, his mind and eyes drifted to another girl all the time. At first, he wanted to make sure Hermione saw that she wasn’t the only one who had people to snog. But his vindication rapidly evaporated when he found himself without his sparring partner- he could no longer bicker with her, watching her eyes crackle as she went red in the face arguing back with him on everything from house-elf rights to Harry’s well-being to dinner.He missed the way she chewed her lip while concentrating on homework, the way her curls framed her face and kept escaping her hair ties, the way sparks flew when they accidentally brushed their hands on prefect rounds and locked eyes for longer than necessary. 

But she did kiss Krum. All the while telling you they were just pen-pals! AND she went went with McLaggen to Slughorn’s party..Merlin knows what happened there

Familiar insecurities licked at his heart again. He had felt so stupid knowing that she and Krum had snogged, that he had been misconstruing whatever the hell there was between them for the last year…he had felt humiliated and betrayed by her apparent feelings for no less than an international Quidditch star. 

And yet, she had asked him to the ridiculous Christmas party, she had attacked him with fucking birds after he and Lavender kissed. What kind of friend does that? Ron could feel his heartbeat quickening

He wanted her, he had for a long time. Being next to her was like a full-blown head dunk in Amortentia. She made him heady and weak-kneed. She made him pick fights with her just so he could watch her get mad at him. The image of wild-haired Hermione with flushed cheeks and bright eyes popped into his head. Her mouth was open prepared for an angry retort, he wanted so much to cover it with his own… Ron almost groaned out loud.

He could not bear the thought of her being with Krum or McLaggen or anyone else really. He had to fix this.

The soft morning sun was streaming through his window drawing his attention to Harry’s sleeping form and a small pile of presents at the foot of his bed. It was Christmas morning.

[catgriller]

I ship romione too just so you know

[naw-sya]

Hermione and her two red cats

[sesameonrice]

Guess who’s back in the HP fandom 😭 anyway MAJOR romione brainrot as of late lol, so i doodled them

[romione-trope-fest]

3am

Fic Title: 3am

Author Name: Be11atrixthestrange

Selected Trope: OOTP Missing Moment

Brief Summary: Harry has some thoughts about his two besties in the common room late at night. 

Word Count: 1172

Rating: T

Any Trigger Warnings: Nah

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3am

At three in the morning, Gryffindor common room was dark and quiet, save for the bright crackling flames of the fireplace. Harry sat in an armchair across from Ron and Hermione, who were sharing the sofa, a single blanket draped over their laps. 

Harry resisted the urge to close his eyes, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to prevent himself from falling asleep completely, and his History of Magic essay was due tomorrow. He glared at the illegible ink smears on his parchment. Hermione had agreed to look it over, but it was nowhere near finished, and she was still working on editing Ron’s. Between Occlumency lessons, Quidditch, and the stress of the magical world crumbling on top of his shoulders, a History of Magic essay seemed pointless and trivial, and there had been no time in his week to complete it. He narrowed his eyes at Ron’s essay in Hermione’s lap, and felt a twinge of annoyance in the back of his throat. Harry had legitimate excuses to procrastinate, but Ron could have finished that essay days ago. And of course Hermione was helping him before Harry. 

His best friends thought he was the most oblivious bloke in the entire castle, but he wasn’t. He noticed the change in them this year; he would have been blind not to. He didn’t particularly love it, but it was what it was. 

“Ron, this is looking really good,” said Hermione. “But I think you can expand the section connecting the goblin revolution of 1612 and the wand ban of 1638–“

Keep reading

[dm2840]

Checkmate

A follow-up to For the First Time. Missing moment OoTP. Ron/Hermione

The days leading upto Harry’s arrival were tense and grim. Order members traipsed in and out at odd hours, there was little information to be gleaned from the many closed-off meetings, and Mrs. Weasley kept the Weasley children and Hermione hard at work with mundane chores made worse by the sweltering heat. Worst of all, Harry’s angry and (rightfully) indignant letters had reached their peak. Ron and Hermione had taken to exchanging guilty glances and comparing scars Hedwig left them as they let reluctantly ignored another of Harry’s letters.

Still, Ron thought to himself, there were some undeniable benefits. He had rarely spent as much time alone with Hermione before. He didn’t count the few weeks he and Harry had spent fighting last year. He was too bitter over Harry’s apparent betrayal to fully appreciate Hermione’s company, and besides, he hadn’t grasped what was building up for a while. Since the Yule Ball, maybe weeks before…

Hermione was sitting across from him, a chessboard in between them. They had spent the entire afternoon along with the twins and Ginny tackling doxies in one of the rooms and had only just settled down for a game. The boring and arduous task took much longer than expected because of the chaotic, constant bickering between the group. Hermione spent a lot of her time admonishing the twins for using doxies for their mysterious experiments, which (to their credit) they handled fairly well.

“They DID call me your mother though” Hermione grumbled as she mused over her next move.

“Well to be fair…” Ron responded mischievously, ducking just in time as Hermione threw a cleaning rag at him

“Instead of impaling me maybe you should concentrate on winning” he quipped taking one of her pawns effortlessly

Her mouth formed a small ‘O’ in surprise. She hadn’t seen it coming.

The afternoon sun and the day’s work made Ron’s head heavy…he glanced up at her, appraising her lazily. 

Sunlight was dancing all around her. She looked different in her Hogwarts robes, neat and put-together. Now as she sat across from him, she looked a little undone. Her hair was tied carelessly on top of her head with several strands of wild curls spilling out. They flashed amber and honey as the sun hit them. She was browner than usual in the summer, with new freckles that dotted her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Hermione’s brows furrowed as she studied the board like it was a particularly difficult Ruin translation. Her lashes hid large, expressive eyes that betrayed every emotion going through her head. 

“Really Ronald, this is an impossible move” she chewed her lips furiously.

He had absolutely no idea what was going on the board, he was too busy studying her. Her mouth had stained red from the cherry pie his mother brought over as a treat for finishing their chores. Not for the first time, he wondered what it would feel like to feel her lips against his. He wanted to look away, to hold onto the notion of a platonic friendship. But his eyes betrayed him as they took in her bare shoulders, elegant neck, and the dip of her tank top revealing lace underneath. He felt his mouth go dry.

“I don’t believe it…” Hermione whispered glancing up at him “Checkmate”

That snapped him out of his reverie. 

“What?” he looked down incredulously. Sure enough, his king laid bare and defenseless against her rook.

“Are you okay? Did the Doxycide get you?” She slid off the pouf to reach him looking  concerned, “I’ve read that sometimes there are side-effects, fever, and dizziness”

She placed her palm against his forehead. His ears were burning. She pushed his hair off his forehead, her fingertips grazing his scalp. 

“There is no way that I would beat you…Hogwart’s greatest wizarding chess player. Dumbledore said it himself” she murmured in disbelief. 

His ears were ringing and he felt his face grow hot against her gaze. 

Something passed between them unsaid and electric. 

“You did beat me” he managed, “I was distracted…. all the pie and cleaning made me sleepy” 

She withdrew her hand and he couldn’t help notice that her face was flushed pink.

“Well then” she quipped, her voice slightly shaky “I better let everyone know. This is momentous”

“Enjoy it while it lasts” he said weakly watching her pick up the dessert plates, “I’ll get you back”

“I can’t wait” she smiled at the door leaving him in the room alone with a thousand unsettling thoughts in the late afternoon sun.

[dm2840]

Sometimes I re-read old fics as comfort

[rons-amortentia]

This is for people who think Ron and Hermione had no intellectual debates or Ron can't stimulate her intellectually. Here their intellectual debates in the books-

1. House elves

“They’re hats for house-elves,” she said briskly, now stuffing her books back into her bag. “I did them over the summer. I’m a really slow knitter without magic, but now I’m back at school I should be able to make lots more.”

“You’re leaving out hats for the house-elves?” said Ron slowly. “And you’re covering them up with rubbish first?”

“Yes,” said Hermione defiantly, swinging her bag onto her back.

“That’s not on,” said Ron angrily. “You’re trying to trick them into picking up the hats. You’re setting them free when they might not want to be free.”

Ron is the only one that confronts Hermione about SPEW and really engages into it (So that its clear: Hermione defends that the elves should be free at all costs, Ron says they should be aware and included in this choice = two points of view, both defended = intellectual debate)

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2. Discussing the ministry

“It could be a frame-up!” Ron exclaimed excitedly. “No — listen!”

he went on, dropping his voice dramatically at the threatening look on Hermione’s face. “The Ministry suspects he’s one of Dumbledore’s lot so — I dunno — they lured him to the Ministry, and he wasn’t trying to get through a door at all! Maybe they’ve just made something up to get him!”

There was a pause while Harry and Hermione considered this.

Harry thought it seemed far-fetched; Hermione, on the other hand, looked rather impressed and said, “Do you know, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if that were true.”

Ron =shows how it could have been a frame-up and presents evidence; Hermione =considers his side and changes her mind; they were discussing something and reached an agreement over facts = intellectual

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3. In the creation of the DA, we see Harry behaving quite emotionally (understandable but this does not qualify, using your definition, as intellectual). Ron and Hermione make their case for why he should be the teacher and basically organize the entire thing themselves

“Let’s think,” he said, pulling a face like Goyle concentrating. “Uh . . .

first year — you saved the Stone from You-Know-Who.”

‘ “But that was luck,” said Harry, “that wasn’t skil —”

“Second year,” Ron interrupted, “you killed the basilisk and destroyed Riddle.”

“Yeah, but if Fawkes hadn’t turned up I —”

“Third year,” said Ron, louder still, “you fought off about a hundred dementors at once —”

“Ron and I have been sounding out people who we thought might want to learn some proper Defense Against the Dark Arts, and there are a couple who seem interested. We’ve told them to meet us in Hogsmeade”

Hermione and Ron recruited and organized everything for the DA

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4. Discussing Dumbledore and Snape

“I did think he might be a bit better this year,” said Hermione in a disappointed voice. “I mean . . . you know . . .” She looked carefully around; there were half a dozen empty seats on either side of them and nobody was passing the table. “. . . Now he’s in the Order and everything.”

“Poisonous toadstools don’t change their spots,” said Ron sagely.”

“Anyway, I’ve always thought Dumbledore was cracked trusting Snape, where’s the evidence he ever really stopped working for You-Know-Who?”

“I think Dumbledore’s probably got plenty of evidence”

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5. Sirius death

They stayed together in the Hospital Wing for weeks and it can be correctly inferred that this was discussed given their behavior towards Harry

“Ron and Hermione left the hospital wing completely cured three days before the end of term. Hermione showed signs of wanting to talk about Sirius, but Ron tended to make hushing noises every time she mentioned his name”

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6. Mad-Eye’s death and the 7 Potters mission

“Oh, Ron’s mum forgot that she asked Ginny and me to change the sheets yesterday,” said Hermione. She threw Numerology and Grammatica onto one pile and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts onto the other.

“We were just talking about Mad-Eye,” Ron told Harry.

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7. Hermione’s parents and the Ghoul (they planned and prepared for the mission together)

“Didn’t realize that Ron and I know perfectly well what might happen if we come with you? Well, we do. Ron, show Harry what you’ve done.”

“Nah, he’s just eaten,” said Ron.

“Go on, he needs to know!”

“Oh, all right. Harry, come here.”

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8. How to destroy Horcruxes

“Hang on,” said Ron, frowning. “The bit of soul in that diary was possessing Ginny, wasn’t it? How does that work, then?”

“While the magical container is still intact, the bit of soul inside it can flit in and out of someone if they get too close to the object. I don’t mean holding it for too long, it’s nothing to do with touching it,” she added before Ron could speak. “I mean close emotionally. Ginny poured her heart out into that diary, she made herself incredibly vulnerable. You’re in trouble if you get too fond of or dependent on the Horcrux.”

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9. Hallows x Horcruxes

“Well, I don’t suppose it matters,” sighed Hermione. “Even if he was being honest, I never heard such a lot of nonsense in all my life.”

“Hang on, though,” said Ron. “The Chamber of Secrets was supposed to be a myth, wasn’t it?”

“But the Deathly Hallows can’t exist, Ron!”

“You keep saying that, but one of them can,” said Ron. “Harry’s Invisibility Cloak —”

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10. Formulating a plan to keep Hermione safe

“Ron glanced at Hermione, then said, “What if purebloods and half-bloods swear a Muggle-born’s part of their family? I’ll tell everyone Hermione’s my cousin —”

Hermione covered Ron’s hand with hers and squeezed it.

“Thank you, Ron, but I couldn’t let you —”

“You won’t have a choice,” said Ron fiercely, gripping her hand back. “I’ll teach you my family tree so you can answer questions on it.

Hermione gave a shaky laugh.

“Ron, as we’re on the run with Harry Potter, the most wanted person in the country, I don’t think it matters. If I was going back to school it would be different. What’s Voldemort planning for Hogwarts?” she asked Lupin.”

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11. Off page discussion

“What’s happened?” Ron asked apprehensively. He and Hermione had been poring over a sheaf of scribbled notes and hand-drawn maps that littered the end of the long kitchen table, but now they watched Harry as he strode toward them and threw down the newspaper on top of their scattered parchment.”

12. Off page (2)

“You can’t tell me you’ve stopped having funny dreams,” Hermione said now, “because Ron told me last night you were muttering in your sleep again. . . .”

Harry threw Ron a furious look. Ron had the grace to look ashamed of himself.

“You were only muttering a bit,” he mumbled apologetically.”

Yet another evidence of their connection and off-page discussions

“Neither Ron nor Hermione spoke, but Harry felt sure that they were looking at each other behind his back, communicating silently.”

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Ron and Hermione have emotional AND intellectual discussions throughout the series. So if you think Ron can't stimulate her intellectually you havent read the books. 😊

[jackssquirrel-blog]

Good morning Gryffindor! 

[acnelli]

Can you recommend some romione au fanfics?

Hello anon,

Oh, I certainly can. Let's get into those AUs! We love them. I'll just link one or two stories of each author, but please have a look at their other stories as well.

Haven't read all of those yet, but I only heard good things about them and I can guarantee that you'll only read excellent stories by these authors.

Please don't forget to leave kudos and comments/reviews on these stories. It doesn't matter how old they are or if the authors are still active writers or not, they deserve our appreciation 🙏

Lego House by @accio-broom (Muggle AU)

Everything Has Changed by @accio-broom (Muggle AU)

Fraternizing with the Enemy by @adenei (Muggle AU)

The Arrangement by @adenei (Muggle AU)

If You Jump, I Jump by @romioneb (Muggle AU)

Camp Wizarding World by @romioneb (Muggle AU)

Isolated by @cheesyficwriter (Year 6 AU)

Lost in Translation by @cheesyficwriter (Hermione didn't go to Hogwarts)

Waking Up in Vegas by @be11atrixthestrange (Muggle AU)

The Loft by @be11atrixthestrange (Muggle AU)

all my best lies by @remedialpotions (HBP AU)

When Fate Decides by @azaleablueme (Post War AU)

In Search Of Hermione by @azaleablueme (Slytherin Hermione)

7 Years, 6 Months, 4 Days by @trademarkblue (Post War AU)

Pause by @trademarkblue (DH AU)

The Other Side Of Life by kjc1123 (Hermione didn't go to Hogwarts)

I'm tagging @folk-melody again. Because they're a human Romione library and they're a blessing for this side of the fandom 💛

Thanks for the ask, anon!

Ask me anything for the 500 followers celebration!

[gurinpotte]

06. Water ⟡ romione shiptober

Two bros chilling in the pond at the burrow five feet apart cause they’re not in love!

[beeyoungkah]

the golden trio meet up for lunch frequently around wizarding london. (a.k.a. harry’s third-wheeling again)

[romqnticstylez]

I want to read a list of very dirty smutty Romione fanfics (not OOC but book canon complaint). Any suggestions?

Hey there! Glad you asked. I don't have too many since I mostly read Hinny fics with Romione as a secondary pairing (or just Ronarry), so apologies for that

Chocolate and Cream and Bossy Boots by Lavender Brown

A one-shot. Ron and Hermione get stuck in the pantry. You can guess the rest. A little HG on the side. Rated R for sex and language.

Nine Down, Thirty To Go by bowtruckles

"It was all the dirty places her mind had gone simply for him, just to give him a birthday that he would never forget." Missing moment from Everything In Transit.

Intensive Study by Vondrakenhof

Ron surprises Hermione late one night during her seventh year at Hogwarts. Written for the Library prompt of Romionesmut's recent fic competition on tumblr. Lemon.

Trust Before Submission by princesserica84

They've talked for months about this day. They've discussed boundaries, scenes, what's ok and what isn't. Now? Now they get to act out one of Ron's favorite fantasies: Professor and cheeky rule breaking student. Romione. Dom!Ron. sub!Hermione. Smut. Praise kink.

A Sleepless Night by megalowkey

Hermione is having trouble sleeping and Ron decides to help her. Rated M for some rough smut.

come home to my heart by bowtruckles

Hermione has finally come home from Hogwarts. Written for wildegreenlight.

When Planets Align by Potterpandemonium

Inspired by a wonderful piece of Romione art on Tumblr by ruebarb. Hermione and Ron are in 7th year and sneak away to the Astronomy tower to finally have some alone time. Essentially a one shot of pure Romione smut. Very much an M rating.

The Babbling Brook by holly1492

"Oi, what's so funny?" Ron asked, pulling away from Hermione's neck and leaning back on one elbow to study her face, a mildly shocked, open-mouthed grin lighting his own. A romantic drabble and nothing more. Enjoy! Complete.

Pressure by diva.gonzo

One-shot. Complete. Hermione slowly learns what qualities she fancies - through fancying a certain Ravenclaw professor and Intl. Quidditch player - and it turns out that it's a certain ginger haired best friend who still baffles her. Rated M for canaries, Ron's jealousy, Luna's questions, and plenty of lemon flavored bits. Cover art permitted by the talented catching-smoke.

The Next Step: Ron and Hermione Get Closer by sookieandsamfan

5 Months after the Battle at Hogwarts, Ron and Hermione decide to take things to the next level.

Worth It by Aloemilk

A quick escape to get their hands on each other, because being apart is too bloody difficult. Set while Hermione is away at Hogwarts after they win the war. Originally written for Romionesmut's fest on Tumblr.

King's to You by wildegreenlight

Ron's favorite things: food, sex, and strategy. Category winner in the 2015 RomioneSmut FuckFest.

That's all I have. Sorry if they're not what you wanted or you've read them all. Might add some later.

PS. I think all of those except 'The Next Step: Ron and Hermione Get Closer', are oneshots. I didn't realize you didn't say 'oneshots', sorry. I might add some multi-chapter ones later, I'm rather tired right now.

[accio-broom-deactivated20230721]

push and pull

This is a continuation of yesterday's Shape of You drabble, which I'm going to continue as inspiration comes to me. Still based on the music video by our wonderful Ed Sheeran, this takes place directly after the first one.

This is dedicated to @hildascobble who put the amazing idea in my head in the first place! <3

My ask box is open. Here are the prompts I am looking to fill. So please send me your requests.

By the end of the day, Ron is exhausted. Every inch of his body aches, and after spending the afternoon learning about intricate muggle repellant charms, there is a constant pounding behind his eyes. He’s looking forward to getting home to his South London one-bedroom flat and sinking into a boiling hot bath. The Cannons are playing the Harpies tonight, and Ron may even treat himself to a bottle of muggle beer. He deserves it.

Ron enters the changing rooms and makes a beeline for his locker. His eyes widen as he spots a piece of parchment sticking out from the green metal door. Plonking himself down on the wooden bench, he lifts his wand and lazily summons the paper. A chuckle escapes his lips as he unfolds it and begins to read.

Still up for that run? Meet me at the muggle entrance to the Ministry at 5.15. Be there, or forget about dinner! ;-)

Although nobody has signed the note, he knows who sent it.

“Fuck’s sake,” he murmurs to himself as he hauls himself up to his feet and opens his locker. There’s no way he can decline her invite.

Preferring to leave a good impression on his dates, Ron debates a shower, but it’s pointless if he’s off for a run. Plus, it would be a little weird if he turned up fresh and clean. Instead, he lifts one arm and hazards a sniff.

It’ll do.

After changing into his running kit, he performs a quick Augmenti to fill up his water bottle before heading out of the Ministry to meet Hermione.

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“I didn’t think you were going to show.” Hermione raises a leg, pressing it against the red telephone box in an exaggerated stretch.

“I’m not one to turn down a challenge, even if my day has been horrifically gruelling.”

“I’m in the same classes as you.” She raises her eyebrows at him. “And I could go for hours yet.”

Her double-entendre brings a grin to his face as visions flash into his mind of what he might have to do to wear her out. He’s looking forward to getting the opportunity to explore that further, but he bites back any teasing retort for now and instead tries to focus on the exercise ahead.

“So, where are you taking me?”

“I thought we could do the figure of eight around St. James’ and Green Park, then head back down Whitehall to finish off?”

Ron nods. He knows the route well—it’s a standard training run—and five kilometres should be easy enough, even with his tired legs. “Do you think you’re going to be able to keep up with me? I’ve got long legs.”

“Yeah, but I’m small and nippy.” Hermione winks back. “We’ll see, I guess.”

Without warning, she takes off, turning left at the first junction before disappearing down King Charles Street. Ron rolls his eyes but follows after her, closing the gap between them without overexerting himself. “So, are you just taking it easy? Or is this just a warm-up?”

“I was just gauging your pace,” she quips. “I didn’t want to push you too hard straight away, especially after your awful day.”

They take the first kilometre at a leisurely rate, their trainers battering a steady rhythm against the grey pavement. Their banter continues without either of them becoming too out of breath. For every joke or tease Hermione throws at him, Ron doubles and fires back at her without too much effort, which pleases him greatly.

Once they enter the park and move away from the commuters, she picks up the pace. Despite the fact Ron knows he could probably push himself further, Ron runs level to her. He doesn’t have to win this one, and he’s having way too much fun getting to know Hermione instead.

Anyone else observing the pair would think Ron and Hermione have been training together all their lives. They weave around tourists and dance around each other like two courting Erumpents. The late afternoon is perfect for a run. The sun is shining, but it’s not too hot, and there’s no resistance from the usual breeze that whips around the park. Birds tweet in the trees, and for a moment, Ron even forgets that they’re in the city, which is easy enough with a running partner like Hermione.

The fluid way that she moves her body is alluring. Each step is confident, like she was born to run, and her path changes with the flow of other park-goers as if they didn’t exist.

Ron’s heart is racing, and he’s not sure he can wholly blame the exercise for it.

The five kilometres pass in a blink of an eye, and they find themselves at the edge of the park. Grasping hold of the ornate green railings, Ron fights to catch his breath, although it becomes a lot more difficult when Hermione settles next to him to stretch again.

“You’re always stretching,” he complains, turning his head to watch her.

“It’s important. Doesn’t your Ministry teach you that?”

Ron shakes his head. “Nope! We fight, then we go to the pub.” He does not miss the roll of her eyes, and a wave of glee rushes over his body. “You can teach me how to stretch if you want?” he offers.

“Mmmm, I bet you’d love that, Ron Weasley.” She places her hand on her hip and twists her upper body towards him as her spare hand raises above her head. “I could guide your body into all the right positions.”

Gulping, Ron trains his focus on her face, not allowing his eyes to drift to her heaving chest or the way the material of her top shifts to reveal an expanse of dark skin above the waistband of her shorts. “As much as I’d love that, I’m not an easy man. I’d prefer it if you wined and dined me first.”

Hermione throws her head back, displaying the sexy column of her neck as she laughs. “I did promise you dinner if you came on a run with me. Tonight?”

“If you’re free?” He tries his hardest to hide the surprise from his tone.

“I can make myself available for you. Meet at seven outside Charing Cross?” She lays her hand across his arm, sending a flurry of goosebumps over his skin at her touch.

He can’t respond. Every attempt of forming a set of sensible sounding words fails before they even reach the tip of his tongue. He’s suffocating in the intense tension between them.

A trail of sweat escapes Hermione’s hairline, trickling down her forehead and the side of her face before disappearing over her jaw. He longs to follow it with his tongue, but they’re in a public place, and he’s pretty sure that licking a work colleague is against the Auror Code of Conduct.

Ron’s gaze connects with Hermione’s as she steps closer to him, the heat radiating from her body, causing his skin to burn. His heart pounds in anticipation as her eyes drop to his mouth, lingering there only for a moment before lifting back to his eyes. She nudges her head towards his, and Ron wets his lips to prepare himself for what’s to come.

With a laugh, Hermione pulls away. She uses the railings to push herself back onto the path.

“Race you back to the Ministry,” she yells as she disappears.

Shaking his head, Ron follows at a more sedate pace. He has his hands full with this witch.

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If you're still looking for a romione prompt (and please tell me you are because I was thrilled to see you'd write them) could I suggest:

'feeling for each other in the dark'

Yay I really enjoy writing Romione 🥰 here’s a fluffy moment set during The Deathly Hallows ❣️

“Ron?”

Her voice was soft and quiet, an edge to his name he didn’t enjoy.

He turned to his side on his cot, letting the quilt covers turn with him. Hermione was standing idly at his bedside.

Instantly Ron’s heart thumped erratically.

“Are you ok?” He asked hurriedly, popping himself up on an elbow, raising himself to get a better look at her.

He could barely see a thing, the tent was too dark to see if she was ok. Instantly, he shot up, nearly hitting his head on the brass pole of the bunk bed he was currently occupying. Harry always preferred the top bunk, having been shut up in a cupboard for most of his childhood, he refused to sleep in such an enclosed space, so Ron was stuck with shoving his 6 foot frame in the bottom bunk.

“Mione?” He asked, reaching his hands out to touch her.

He could only see the faint outline of her petite frame in the darkness, but he could feel the movement in the air when she stepped forward.

“Mione, I can’t see you. Come here” he gestured with his hands, hoping she had better eyesight than him.

Almost instantly, Ron felt Hermione’s hand wrapped in his. The warmth that just her hand gave him, made his heart rate slow down immediately.

“What's wrong?” he whispered, noticing her tense posture as she stood to his side. He needed more of her, if he couldn’t see her, he wanted to at least feel her.

“I can’t sleep,” she said quietly, timidly.

Without thinking, he tugged her hand towards him.

“Come, lie down here”

He felt her resistance briefly and a brief pang of rejection shook through his chest. After just two seconds, she relaxed her arm and he felt her move to sit on his bed. It wasn’t enough for him though, so he felt for her hip and pulled her towards him, guiding her towards him lying down.

He wasn’t usually so forward in his actions towards Hermione, she always made him so unsure about himself in times like these. Unsure if he should touch her like this, if she would like it. But the small laugh that escaped her lips when her head bounced against his pillow at his pull, made his insides squirm in a way that Ginny would probably tease him relentlessly for.

“Sorry” he mumbled, a smile growing on his lips as she chuckled again.

“It's ok” she breathed out lightly.

They both laid idly on their backs in Ron’s small cot.

“You don’t have to lie here, sorry I shouldn’t just assume that you’re comfortable with this” Ron immediately started to say, his nerves getting the better of him.

He felt Hermione move, and he squinted in her direction to see what she was doing. Another pang of rejection rippled through his body at the thought of her getting up to leave but then he noticed her eyes land on his. She had turned around to face him, the faces inches away from each other now. In the dim light of the tent, he could see her eyes searching his face. She didn’t look nervous.

“I am. Comfortable that is. I always am with you” she mumbled, making his cheeks heat up gloriously.

He tried to stop his smile but it was something in the way she said those words that made him giddy. She said it so warmly and almost lovingly that he felt hope blossom in his heart.

“That's good” he mumbled awkwardly, immediately wincing at his lame reply.

“Why can’t you sleep?” he whispered.

“I just keep thinking about everything,” she sighed.

Ron felt that sigh in his bones, so he did the only natural thing he could think of. He picked up his left arm and wrapped it around Hermione's back, pulling her into his side. She gasped slightly but let him pull her towards his warmth.

“You need to sleep Mione” he mumbled into her curls.

She laid her head onto his chest and nestled into his arms, humming lightly in response.

“Now, no more thinking” he chuckled, closing his eyes and breathing in the faint smell of Hermione's shampoo.

Hermione chuckled lightly, making his chest vibrate and his bones tingle.

“Only if you sleep as well” she said softly, moving her arms around his chest and hugging him tightly.

Ron smiled as he closed his eyes.

“With you here, I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

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So fluffy and adorable 🥺🥺🥺