TW: implied violence and near-death experience (but nothing explicit)
A/N: This is the part two follow-up to Rewrite the Stars.
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Hermioneâs hand trembles as she reaches over to her nightstand and turns on the light. She canât sleep, which is a common occurrence as of late. Where she once relished in the quiet of her flat, now the serenity is too much to bear. She is running out of changes to make that will erase the worst, most painful decision of her life. The ultra-soft linens she purchased for her bed are anything but comforting and luxurious. They feel scratchy and cold, and the fresh and clean look of the white comforter with its floral patterns gives off more of a sterile vibe than the new slate sheâd been hoping for. Instead, it serves as another stark reminder that all the vibrancy and color had evaporated from her life when she pushed Ron away.
Itâs been 62 days since the disaster of the Auror gala, and 50 since Hermioneâs received any form of contact from him. Ron has honored her wishes to break things off no matter how much it pained them both to do so. Part of her still wishes heâd floo into her fireplace or knock on her door, begging her to give them another chance. But she knows deep down none of that will ever happen. He is a man of respect, and he will always abide by her requests, even if she no longer wants to keep them herself.
His thumb came to stroke gently at her chin, coaxing her to open up to him, to let him kiss her deeper. Rose pulled away ever so briefly, but Scorpius didn't let up, chasing her tongue with his own, the mischief in his next kiss making her giggle. She glimpsed his fond smile as he lowered his head into her shoulder.
"You're so fucking adorable," he breathed, his gravelled words muffled against her skin. "No way I can study now."
| A Bouquet of Scandals (Scorpius Malfoy / Rose Weasley)
| Chapter 43: The Rag
For the 9 other writers who submitted stories, I have a special surprise for you. I have (1) gift card*** to give away to one of the remaining writers.
(If you're not in the US, we'll figure it out so you get an equal value of the gift.)
After the Winner is announced, I will do a random drawing for this remaining gift card. Someone will win.
Here are the remaining writers eligible for the random drawing. I'm going by submission order (and no talons on this) for the order:
@Ballarinaroy
@A_Professional_Protagonist
@arianatwycross
@accio-broom
@rafa-rafaelx
@honouraryweasley12
@acnelli
@maggotsstuff
@lobster-lost
Randomizer.org will pick the winner. I have run the pedagogy by @abradystrix on my idea which seems the fairest (and no talons on the scales at all) and it's this:
Setting up Randomizer will be 11 sets of numbers, set 1-9. I have run test sets through and after 40 sets, I've had a tie once.
I figure it's sufficient.
In the event of a tie, I will run a run-off. 11 sets. 2 numbers. One with the most wins.
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. Heâs 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.
âFuckâs sake,â he murmurs to himself as he hauls himself up to his feet and opens his locker. Thereâs no way he can decline her invite.
Preferring to leave a good impression on his dates, Ron debates a shower, but itâs pointless if heâs 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.
Itâll 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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âI didnât think you were going to show.â Hermione raises a leg, pressing it against the red telephone box in an exaggerated stretch.
âIâm not one to turn down a challenge, even if my day has been horrifically gruelling.â
âIâm in the same classes as you.â She raises her eyebrows at him. âAnd I could go for hours yet.â
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. Heâs 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.
âSo, where are you taking me?â
âI thought we could do the figure of eight around St. Jamesâ and Green Park, then head back down Whitehall to finish off?â
Ron nods. He knows the route wellâitâs a standard training runâand five kilometres should be easy enough, even with his tired legs. âDo you think youâre going to be able to keep up with me? Iâve got long legs.â
âYeah, but Iâm small and nippy.â Hermione winks back. âWeâll see, I guess.â
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. âSo, are you just taking it easy? Or is this just a warm-up?â
âI was just gauging your pace,â she quips. âI didnât want to push you too hard straight away, especially after your awful day.â
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 doesnât have to win this one, and heâs 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 itâs not too hot, and thereâs no resistance from the usual breeze that whips around the park. Birds tweet in the trees, and for a moment, Ron even forgets that theyâre 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 didnât exist.
Ronâs heart is racing, and heâs 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.
âYouâre always stretching,â he complains, turning his head to watch her.
âItâs important. Doesnât your Ministry teach you that?â
Ron shakes his head. âNope! We fight, then we go to the pub.â He does not miss the roll of her eyes, and a wave of glee rushes over his body. âYou can teach me how to stretch if you want?â he offers.
âMmmm, I bet youâd love that, Ron Weasley.â She places her hand on her hip and twists her upper body towards him as her spare hand raises above her head. âI could guide your body into all the right positions.â
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. âAs much as Iâd love that, Iâm not an easy man. Iâd prefer it if you wined and dined me first.â
Hermione throws her head back, displaying the sexy column of her neck as she laughs. âI did promise you dinner if you came on a run with me. Tonight?â
âIf youâre free?â He tries his hardest to hide the surprise from his tone.
âI can make myself available for you. Meet at seven outside Charing Cross?â She lays her hand across his arm, sending a flurry of goosebumps over his skin at her touch.
He canât respond. Every attempt of forming a set of sensible sounding words fails before they even reach the tip of his tongue. Heâs suffocating in the intense tension between them.
A trail of sweat escapes Hermioneâs 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 theyâre in a public place, and heâs pretty sure that licking a work colleague is against the Auror Code of Conduct.
Ronâs gaze connects with Hermioneâs 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 whatâs to come.
With a laugh, Hermione pulls away. She uses the railings to push herself back onto the path.
âRace you back to the Ministry,â she yells as she disappears.
Shaking his head, Ron follows at a more sedate pace. He has his hands full with this witch.
I would love to read a Harry/Ron angsty friendship moment. Post battle would be great with the prompt âDon't you ever do that again!â đ
Hiya, anon! Happy Monday đ thank you so much for the ask. Harry/Ron's friendship is one of my favorite parts about the HP universe. I hope you enjoy this missing moment!
We Live
When Ron Weasley was 11 years old, he met Harry Potter on the train to Hogwarts for the very first time. He didnât know it then, but befriending one of the most sought after wizards of their time had proven to be no easy task.Â
They tackled multiple dark wizards, heartbreak, classes, and life together. Ron remained loyal to Harry throughout it all, and stood beside him no matter what adventure came upon them year after year. Â
He wouldnât change it all for a damn thing. Â
Which is why they both found themselves, on the night following the Battle of Hogwarts, on top of the Astronomy tower â or what little remained of it. There was debris piled around everywhere, the sky above them still dark and cloudy, visual evidence of the destruction and loss they experienced that day.Â
Ron looked over to Harry, who was staring off into the distance â his eyelids were sagging, a clear sign of the exhaustion that was finally starting to set in. His face was covered in dirt, there was a huge gash in his lip, and his jet black hair was the messiest and longest Ron had seen in it a long time.Â
Harry looked like a man who had sacrificed everything in order to keep the world moving, and he did. For that reason, Ron was angry.Â
âDonât you do that again,â Ron mumbled gruffly, and the force of his words caused Harry to turn his head, eyes wide.Â
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
Ron leaned forward, hoping his steely gaze was enough to convince Harry of the intent behind his words. âDonât you ever try to sacrifice yourself like some bloody martyr again, you hear me? For a minute, I thoughtâŠâÂ
Ron swallowed roughly. A surge of emotion that he kept inside started bubbling to the surface, and he had to shake his head to dissolve the tears invading his eyes. âI thought I lost two brothers in one day.â
Something in Harryâs eyes shifted, and Ron felt almost guilty for passively bringing up Fred when Harry was in such a state.Â
A tense moment of silence fell between them before Harry croaked out, âRon, Iâm reallyââ
âI know.â
And he did know. They all knew there was a possibility that everyone wouldnât make it out of the battle alive. But there was a stark difference between anticipating something bad happening, rather than actually living with it.Â
Right now, they were living with it, and neither of them were quite sure how to move on from here.Â
âHarry?â Ron asked.Â
âYeah?â Harry pivoted his head to regard him curiously.Â
âIâm really, really glad youâre alive.â
Ron watched as Harry smiled for the first time that day. âIâm really, really glad youâre alive, too.â
Harry squinted his eyes back out towards the sky, which was starting to clear. âYou know, weâve been best mates since the beginning of this whole thing.â
Ron nodded, finishing Harryâs train of thought, âWeâll be best mates till the end â and today was not the end.â
For a minute, they were just Ron and Harry, innocent and hopeful for the future, just like they were at the young age of 11.Â
Harry chuckled. âAlright, no need to get sappy on me.â
Ron gave him a playful shove, one that was quite pitiful due to the lack of energy he had left in him.Â
âSo, you and HermioneâŠâ Harry began after a beat.Â
Ron rolled his eyes, an instant blush creeping up on his cheeks. âDonât start.â
âWasnât gonna....â Harry held up his hands, a teasing grin splitting onto his face.Â
Ron snorted. âYeah, you were.â He allowed himself to think about his curly-haired girlfriend â girlfriend. Can he call her that now? He supposed they had a few things to sort out as well.Â
âShe is my sister, you know,â Harry continued, a slight warning evident in his tone.Â
âAnd Ginny is my sister.â
Harry kicked a small pebble on the floor, and they both watched as it went flying out of the tower. âIf sheâll have me back.â
âI only needed to get one look at her to know that sheâs still completely barmy over you â not sure I get why, itâs not like you just defeated the darkest wizard of our time or anythingâŠâ
âWe defeated,â Harry corrected.Â
They met each otherâs gaze one more time, a wave of understanding passing between them. Ever since they were 11 years old, they were a we. Two best friends who stood beside each other through everything.Â
I love Lego House and I was thinking I would also like a âShape of Youâ fic AU featuring boxing Hermione and Ron. It could be Muggle or Magic (auror training). I love that music video a lot.
This was such a fun request to write. I love the music video AND the idea of Ron and Hermione fighting together. As soon as I read this ask, it gave me Miss Congeniality vibes, so this is probably a bit more sparring than boxing, but I hope it still gives you vibes from the music video! <3
My ask box is open. Here are the prompts I am looking to fill. So please send me your requests.
shape of you
âWeasley, Granger. Youâre up next.â
Ron reacts instantly to the command from his boss, stepping up to the blue foam mats that fill the training room deep inside the Ministry of Magic. He has been training to become an Auror for eighteen months now and is so close to graduating he can taste it. Heâs worked hard at every module and topic, revealing a side of him that Ron never exposed during his school years.
Opposite him waits a petite brunette. Sheâs so short, Ron is pretty sure sheâd have more luck trying out to be a Pygmy Puff than one of the protectors of the magical community. Yet, her sharp look sends an electric warning straight to his core.
Hermione has only just transferred to the British academy, having completed most of her training in France, where she also attended magical school. Since her arrival, she has been quiet, has kept herself to herself, and is a frustrating enigma for Ron.
Bouncing on his heels, Ron shifts his weight from side to side as he concentrates on the upcoming fight. His opponent stretches her slim body, the lean muscles on her arms rippling with every move, indicating to him that she is not a foe to underestimate. She is cat-likeâlithe and sharp-focusedâand the way sheâs watching him makes Ron feel like sheâs about to eat him for lunch.
âDonât go easy on him, Granger,â Harry calls from across the other side of the room, earning a round of sniggers from their classmates.
A smirk crosses her lips in reply. So thatâs how itâs going to be? His best mate in support of this new girl, who thinks this will be an easy fight. But Ron will not pull his punches. Instead, he wriggles his shoulders and takes the first step towards her.
With a yawn, Hermione adjusts her workout shorts, pulling the cord tight to secure them around her waist before prowling forward to meet him. He gulps as he takes in her muscular thighs, firm under her dark skin.
âWhatâs it going to be, Weasley?â Itâs the most sheâs said to him since her arrival at the academy. âWill you start with your patented roundhouse, or will you be throwing something else at me?â
Although sheâs British, thereâs a strong French accent affecting her tone. Itâs exotic and sexy, and it distracts Ron long enough for Hermione to grab him by the neck and pull him into a headlock.
âFuck,â he sputters, not sure if her aggressive move scares him or turns him on. Heâs hyper-aware of how feminine she is, yet her actions contradict that. Heâs pretty sure that sheâs not afraid to use her power to her full advantage. âThe fight hasnât even started yet.â
âWhat is it that Robards is always spouting off at us?â she queries. âConstant vigilance?â
âYeah, but he learnt that from Mad-Eye. Doesnât mean I pay any attention to him.â
His eyes shift to their boss, who chuckles at Hermioneâs fast moves. The whole department is rooting for Hermione to win, but Ron will show them whoâs the best at sparring.
Ignoring the intoxicating scent of roses from Hermioneâs perfume, Ron continues the smack-talk, âAnd if youâd spent any time working with Auror Moody, youâd know that heâs only famous for being incredibly paranoid. The man wouldnât even touch elf-served pumpkin juice.â
âLike you worked under Auror Moody. Didnât he die five years ago? That would have made you underage andââ
Whilst Hermione is distracted by the maths, Ron hooks an arm under her leg, lifting her effortlessly into the air before slamming her down on the mats. Dropping down onto his knees, he places a hand on either side of her head, towering over her without bothering to pin her down properly.
âYep! I was sixteen. What can I say? I have a lot of practice.â
She stares up at him, a blush creeping over her cheeks as she fights for her breath. He must have winded her when he threw her to the floor.
Just as Ron is about to chastise himself for playing too rough with Hermione, she shoots out her right leg and clips him on the side of the head. Itâs not a hard enough blow to knock him out, but for a moment, he sees stars. He rolls away from her, trying to give himself enough time to recover, but she is already on him, climbing over his back and pinning him to the floor.
Bloody hell, sheâs strong.
Hermioneâs legs clamp around his hips, rendering his legs completely useless. Her hands push his head into the mat, and he can taste the rubber and countless years of unwashed sweat as he struggles to breathe.
âSo much practice that a girl you donât even know is taking full advantage of you right now?â she whispers in his ear.
A shiver travels down Ronâs spine, awakening his cock. Yep, he is turned on by all of this. Hermioneâs weight is heavy on him, her heat rubbing against his backside in the most delightful way. He has two options: he can lay here and let Hermione show him up, or he can continue to fight in the hope that he can experience the other ways this woman can use her body.
The thought of her curves writing under him is enough to give Ron the strength to extend his forearms and push her off him. They continue to roll on the mat, limbs twisting around each other. As soon as Ron gets an advantage, Hermione steals it from him again, and it looks like theyâre heading towards an endless fight.
âRemember, kids. This is just training and not a real fight. One of you is going to have to give up eventually.â
Hermioneâs attention shifts from where sheâs holding Ron in yet another headlock to listen to her boss. She must be a stickler for rules and authority. He spots his moment, pulling her over his shoulders and throwing her down to the floor.
This time, she doesnât make an effort to move again.
Grinning, Ron gets to his feet, raising his arms in the air as the room erupts in applause. But in all his celebrating, he doesnât notice Hermione shifting into her next position. She kicks her legs at his, sweeping his feet out from underneath him. The next thing he knows, he is lying flat on his back, his head next to hers.
âGood fight,â Hermione mutters as she fights to catch her breath, pulling her escaped curls out of her face as she turns her head to look at him.
Ron winces in pain as he responds, âYou too.â
Heâs not sure if itâs the exhilaration of the fight or the fact that heâs finally found his match in Hermione Granger, but the words fall out of his mouth before he even knows what heâs saying.
âI was wondering if you fancied going for dinner after training?â
She considers him, her eyes travelling over his body. âFine. But only if you come for a run with me first.â
Ron smirks. Another challenge, but this time heâs sure heâs going to win. âDeal. But I warn you. Iâm fast.â
Itâs grey AF here, I feel a little like trash, so itâs been a perfect afternoon to do a mega binge of Wood for the Trees. I had forgotten how wonderful so many bits of it are, but the scene at Dee and Crispin's wedding made me cry AGAIN.
What quiet joy, there under those scattered stars. What trembling, gentle excitement like the occasional ripples of the dark water where fish came up to taste the moonlight. What delightful surety that life would always be this beautiful for them, that it would always come back to this feeling. Nothing else mattered but the two of them.
'I don't want it all yet, though,' said James. 'I've never felt rushed with you. I'm enjoying things the way they are now.'
Itâs a bit alarming that youâve confused rudeness with establishing a boundary.
âNoâ is a complete sentence â but if youâd like, I could elaborate with, âno, Iâm not comfortable joining a sex roleplay server so I can pretend to be a fictional YA character engaging in sexual activities.â
This is the type of thing women have dealt with for ages: being called ârudeâ or âfrigidâ for literally expressing their basic thoughts and feelings.
This post is a final plea to vote for my story: Look What You Made Me Do for the Readersâ Choice Award in the Good Sex Awards. Voting closes at 11:59 pm EST on the 20th of June.
I believe that itâs super important for a Romione story to win. Itâs just the rules. The couple deserves all the credit and glory we can get it!
Please reblog this post and send it around all your friends and post it in all your discord servers! If I win, I will write a FILTHY Drabble as a thank you!
Hi theređI am a huge fan of your fics, every single one of them its a masterpiece! All your ideas seem to be like parts of the original story that were left out! You have an amazing talent!
Question 1:Is there any chance you update Pause and thieves at some point? I am really edictced with those and I wonder if you intend to finish them?
Question 2:Can I send you a couple of ideas I have for fics?
Heyyyy!
Ugh, thank you! I feel like this ask was from forever ago, and I havenât written fic in SO LONG. Iâve had some huge personal things happen that sort of took away all my time and creativity to be honest, so Iâve just been lurking.
I honestly canât say if Iâll ever get back into it, and I feel horrible admitting that, but things have been hard to plan and much harder to commit to. Iâm so glad youâve enjoyed what I have written in the past, and it was really nice reading your note today!
As far as your fic ideas, you should totally write and post them! The R/Hr community was always such a bright spot for me, and everyone Iâve met has been completely ready to flail over new content. Iâm sure your fic would be a very welcome addition! x
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