linny postwar headcanons for @rravencclaw and @hpfemsecretsanta . I had a ton of fun with this! it’s a little chaotic, but i hope you like it! it’s not really a reflective post-war thing. i just wanted them to be happy.
ginny always felt strange about her relationships during her earlier hogwarts years
especially her relationship with harry
But she decided maybe it was just her imagination, and played the role of the Chosen One’s Girlfriend well
I mean, she did like Harry a lot
maybe just not how you were supposed to like your boyfriend
but she kept it up
then came her 6th year and the battle of hogwarts
she didn’t really have time for feelings because honestly there was so much happening and she just hoped her family would be alright
the summer before 7th year, ginny was so relieved when harry pulled her aside and said he didn’t have the space for a relationship
she felt so free and she was happy that neither harry nor her had been hurt
ginny spent her 7th year mostly with luna and neville
especially luna
luna was like a gorgeous fairy
she was intelligent and kind and amazing
and the war had made ginny appreciate her even more
she imagined losing luna and it cut through her like a sharp knife
ginny could listen to luna talk for hours
and she did
regularly
because what good was studying if you could be listening to the cheerful voice of Luna Lovegood?
ginny gets even more into quidditch during her 7th year, if that was possible
luna goes to all of her matches and practices, cheering loudly from the stands
ginny even manages to convince McGonagall to let her commentate another time
luna focuses only on what ginny is doing and claims she’s “really the most talented quidditch player ever and she’s also got really shiny hair”
ginny almost falls off her broom at that
luna is not allowed to commentate again
ginny, luna, and neville study together occasionally
but ginny and luna often get sidetracked
to which neville shakes his head and rolls his eyes and gives ginny a knowing look
ginny doesn’t know why he does that
or maybe she does
she just doesn’t think about it too much
life during their last year at hogwarts continues on like this
pleasant and light
trying to escape the war through friendship
but all the while ginny feels as if something besides the past haunts her
one day in the spring, ginny spots two fifth year girls walking together down the corridor
they’re holding hands
ginny watches as one of the girls shifts slightly and kisses the other one on the cheek
and just like that
it hits ginny square in the chest
maybe she . . . likes luna?
dissimilar to the way she likes other people
in a softer way
in a romantic, toe-curling, cheeks-blushing, heart-aching kind of way
in a way she’s never liked anyone before
maybe she’s always liked luna
that seems right to ginny at that moment
she’s liked luna since the instant they met
suddenly ginny feels much calmer
calmer than she’s ever felt
she knows exactly what she’s going to do
for she is a gryffindor. brave and bold
and she’s waited a painfully long time for something to feel so right
she’s not going to wait any longer
so, for better or for worse, she marches her way down to the grounds
somehow she knows exactly where luna will be
like magic
a different kind than the one she is used to
it’s a beautiful magic
ginny walks her way over to the greenhouses
she finds luna leaning against one of them, reading a book and winding her long, blonde hair around her finger
ginny stops for a second just to take this girl in
this amazing, wonderful girl
she takes a deep breath
then she calls out a greeting to luna
walks right up to her
and just kisses her
luna doesn’t even act surprised
she just melts right into the kiss
she drops her book and slowly brings her arms up around ginny’s neck, curling her fingers gently into ginny’s hair
the two girls just stand there kissing near a greenhouse
for an eternity or a minute
no one could say for sure
when the kiss breaks, their faces stay close together
ginny has tears in her eyes
“woah”
“uh-huh”
luna can’t keep herself from smiling
she’s been waiting for ginny to kiss her for years
it’s even better than she’d imagined
after a few seconds, luna reaches down and grabs ginny’s hand
they walk back up to the castle together
and just like that
they’re girlfriends
they graduate hogwarts together
move into a little flat not far from The Burrow
luna decorates it with flowers
ginny populates it with quidditch memorabilia and comfy cushions
luna writes for the quibbler and ginny plays quidditch
they spend their lazy days sitting out on their tiny balcony
luna paints portraits of ginny
and ginny tells luna stories and asks her questions and tries to distract her with kisses
they’ve never been more in love
they get married on a hilltop in springtime
on the 7 year anniversary of their relationship
they invite only family and close friends
the ceremony is short and sweet
followed by hours upon hours of dancing
until the sun finally sets on two impossibly in love young women
HI MERRY CHRISTMAS!! i kind of went oops when u followed me, i'm not very good at being subtle. anyway, this was a ton of fun for me, thank you! also, i did this from my misc fandom sideblog, evansxpottcr, where i posted your gift! - hp femslash ss
merry christmas!! ha, it’s okay! i honestly didn’t suspect anything. thank you so much! i really love my gift! you’re amazing.
Summary: Hermione hated the soulmate system. She promised that she would make her own destiny. But things change when her soulmate is a girl with red lips and a fiery attitude.
For: @hpfemslashsecretsanta and @fleurrdelacour
AN: I loved working on this so much! This was not only my first time writing pansmione, but it was my first time writing enemies to lovers, so it was super cool to take on an entirely new project. I hope you like it!
Hermione Granger hated the “Soulmate System”. When she was gifted her time-turner in year 3 (before it was quickly misused and taken away from her in the span of one school year), her first thought was to go back in time and murder the fucker who decided it was a good idea to create a magical system of “soulmate tattoos”. For as long as Hermione had known about it, she had wanted no part in the soulmate tattoos.
“In my day,” Molly Weasley had told them as she served her, Harry, and Ron pancakes, “it was a choice to get the tattoo or not.” Hermione didn’t fail to notice the small tattoo of five-pence coin carefully etched onto Mrs. Weasley’s right wrist. The magical soulmate tattoo shimmered in the morning light streaming in from the dusty windows. Hermione wished she existed in Molly’s day.
Another person Hermione Granger wanted to murder was whoever the hell thought it was a good idea to force children to get the soulmate tattoo. Or rather, they weren’t children when they actually got the tattoo, but even 15 seemed too young to find out who you were stuck with forever, for better or worse. Hermione would get hers soon.
Hermione Granger had decided that the soulmate system was shit in year 2 when she found out about it. She always knew she was never going to want to end up with someone just because she had a tattoo that represented them somewhere on her body. Hermione Granger decided her own goddamn destiny, thank you very much.
There were only two more days until Hermione, Harry, and Ron would go back to school (and get the dreaded soulmate tattoos), and the trio was sitting in Sirius’ old room at 12 Grimmauld Place. None of the teens knew what to say to each other as the golden sunset caught on the rim of Harry’s glasses, making Hermione squint when she looked up at him.
This was war. These three teenagers, still clinging onto the hope of a future they could never possess, were sitting uselessly in a room while adults downstairs discussed the fate of their world. None of those people asked these three. They had no say in this. They were just children. Too young for war, but not too young for a tattoo.
On the other side of England and nearly a lifetime away sat a girl in the rain of Withernsea. Her toes were dipped in the salty water of the North Sea. This would be the last time she saw it before it froze over in the winter.
Bitter wine she was not supposed to have found stained her tongue, matching the blood red color of her long nails. Pansy Parkinson would see that color more times than she could count before the sun set on May 2nd, 1998. This girl, the one with the dark brown eyes that resembled a shattered mirror after last night’s dinner conversation, was the one that would be the last to give up on the hope of a happy future. She didn’t fear what was to come. She feared what was here.
Sitting next to the girl made of stone was a boy with a matching taste in his mouth and all the same hatred towards last night’s dinner conversation. His platinum blond hair seemed to get brighter in the setting sun, but the rest of his features drooped to match Pansy’s. They had broken up earlier this week, both on good terms and mutually for the best, and pledged to remain best friends forever. While Draco confessed that it was the soft-spoken sister of Daphne Greengrass, Astoria, that he loved, Pansy had thrust upon him her biggest and darkest secret.
Pansy Parkinson was just about as gay as they came.
Draco took this well. Pansy knew her parents would take it less well.
Last night had proved that.
It began with a casual family dinner with the Malfoys at a restaurant that served both caviar and placenta, when, as most family dinners seemed to do these days, it went dramatically downhill.
Two girls walked into the restaurant holding hands. One pulled out the seat for the other, giving her girlfriend (Pansy could only assume they were dating) a soft kiss on the cheek. Pansy’s heart panged in longing of a scene she would never get herself. Mr. and Mrs. Parkinson had taken one look at the two girls clearly in love, turned to Pansy and Draco, and remarked that they “make sure you both never grow up to be like those two”. Pansy saw red, but Draco’s quick reflexes and surprising strength held her in her place. She wanted to cry, and he spent the rest of the dinner whispering to her that one day she would be okay.
Pansy wished she remembered what “okay” felt like.
Hermione Granger’s favorite book was “Hogwarts: A History”, which Pansy now wore the cover of proudly just above her left shoulder blade.
When a quidditch broom, the outline worn and frayed, sat on the right side of Harry Potter’s chest, just below his armpit, Hermione Granger knew that the freckly red-headed owner of that frayed broom would have the outline of his glasses and scar just behind her right ear. When Ron Weasley’s tattoo of a peacock quill shimmered to life on his inner bicep, Hermione did not scream, even though her least favorite type of quill was a peacock quill. She thought she would be hurt if she was not his soulmate, but she just felt empty as the tattoo deliverer readied her wand. Hermione closed her eyes, took a breath, and opened them to see a tube of lipstick, the cap off and the color an astounding red (she would later find out that this was a color by the ever-popular M.A.C. called “Ruby Woo”) glistening just below the crook of her arm. Now Hermione wanted to scream.
On day two of having her tattoo, she had yelled at two first-years, not apologized when she trode on a second-year’s toe, and had told Pansy Parkinson to go fuck herself when she tried to show Hermione her tattoo.
Pansy Parkinson wasn’t doing so well, and potions wasn’t the issue. Sure, instead of making the lovely pink shade of their newest brewing endeavors her cauldron had shifted to the stunning color of fresh vomit, but Pansy was much more worried about the fact that Hermione was in her class. This was the same Hermione who had told her to fuck herself not even two days ago, who seemed to hate Pansy’s questions for some reason or another.
She returned to her potion. If she couldn’t fix herself and Hermione, she could at least fix this mess.
Somewhere across the classroom, a bushy-haired girl felt Pansy’s eyes on her. Hermione knew that Pansy must have some shitty year in store for her, which now included both mocking Hermione’s tattoo and displaying her own, which was no doubt Draco Malfoy themed. That thought made her so angry that she tipped a small bit of dragon scales into her potion on accident, resulting in her entire thirty minutes of work being a complete waste. She would curse herself for this later, asking why Pansy of all people would be a distraction.
Draco and Pansy were the leaders of the “make Hermione miserable” club. Their annoying voices seemed to follow her around the school, haunting her like the nightmares plaguing Harry recently. Things were getting worse.
Draco had finally found Hermione in the library. “Hello, mudblood,” he said, laughing as if everything he was saying was just a big joke, and not the most hurtful word Hermione had ever been called in her life. She sighed in response.
“Talk much? Or are you too stupid to hear me?” Hermione opened her mouth to respond.
“Quit it Draco.” Pansy Parkinson had appeared, dressed in her school robes, her lips stained dark red from lipstick she had put on hours ago. Hermione would wonder for many months what drove the Slytherin to stand up for her.
When the middle of the semester came around, a bet was placed. Whoever found their soulmate first, out of her, Ron, and Harry, got to have the other two each buy them a sweet from Honeydukes, a perfect distraction from how awful the world had suddenly become. If Umbridge had found out, she would have surely banned it. War was brewing.
“What the fuck have I ever done to you, Granger?”
Hermione had run into the one person she kept wishing to avoid.
“If I started, Parkinson, we’d be here all night. But let’s begin with just being a general asshole to my friends. Why don’t you saunter back to your shitty, shitty, boyfriend?”
Draco took this time to appear around the corner, laughing, with Astoria Greengrass in his hand and the biggest smile Hermione had ever seen him wear. It was the biggest smile he would ever wear.
“Mutual breakup.” Pansy answered Hermione’s unanswered questions. “Why do you hate me so much?”
“You never choose the right side.”
“There’s no such thing.”
“Maybe because you’ve never done it.”
Pansy Parkinson questioned if her soulmate tattoo had chosen the right person.
Hermione Granger knew she was fucked when Pansy Parkinson’s owl flew into the school one chilly November morning. A small parcel dropped onto the table in front of the black-haired girl. She tore it open to reveal a gleaming tube, which Hermione got a quick look of when Pansy raised it to her lips. It was a lipstick, the same design, company, and shade as the one sitting on Hermione’s arm, shimmering under her Gryffindor robe.
Hermione Granger was officially fucked when Pansy Parkinson’s loose shirt slipped down on Saturday afternoon. Hermione could see her and Draco talking next to the lake, both flicking water at each other using their feet. Hermione was just a little ways from them, reading a nice book. Pansy’s shirt slipped and much to Hermione’s excitement and dismay (at the same time, actually, which confused her more than anything) a monochrome cover of Hogwarts: A History tauntingly sat on Pansy’s upper back. Hermione looked down at that exact book in her hands. It was her favorite. Pansy Parkinson was her soulmate.
Hermione Granger had won the bet. Pansy in hand, she stalked up to the boys on the night before everyone departed home for the holidays. The Great Hall was decorated with lights and tinsel, a Christmas tree soon to be in the corner. Pansy was sad she would never see it this year. Harry and Ron were talking to Lee Jordan at the table when the girls reached them. Hermione held up their interlocked hands.
“I won the bet. I found my soulmate.”
Harry dropped his fork and Ron’s mouth nearly hit the floor.
The next day, both boys grudgingly handed over a piece of candy each to Hermione, saying their goodbyes (including a grudging hug, administered by Hermione, each for Pansy) before all of them departed their own ways.
Pansy placed a lingering kiss on Hermione’s lips. It was a promise. A promise that no matter how bad it got, Pansy would always be there.
They would remember this.
They would remember it when the suffering hit in two years. They would remember it when their friends, just kids really, fell to the cruelty of a war they should have never been in. They would remember when they saw two fifth-year boys discover they were soulmates right as they were both killed by a stray blast. Hermione would remember it when she was on the run, hunting down the only thing that could save the only world they had ever known. Pansy would remember it when she decided that turning in Harry would be better than having all of them killed, and voted with her fellow Slytherins to watch Harry die.
In the midst of battles and deaths, they would remember what it felt like to be okay.
pavender headcanons for @st-millay for @hpfemsecretsanta!
apple it was super fun to get to know you this month and i hope you enjoy this thing (it’s also somewhat inspired by this post by @weasleyey)
parvati and lavender get a little flat together a few months after the battle of hogwarts
technically they’ve been wanting to do this since halfway through sixth year after a conversation about the future (one that didn’t feature tea leaves for once)
the severity of lavender’s condition after the battle delayed their plans; pompfrey kept her under a close watch for any uncommon symptoms for weeks, causing parvati to practically move into the hospital wing and pester the nurse when lavender’s asleep
“how much longer?” “i just want her to be safe, dear-” “merlin, yes, i’m sorry, it’s just-” “i know”
but that’s another story, one that parvati would rather not dwell on
instead they move in a few months late, no harm done
well, actually, it’s harder than they expected
neither lavender nor parvati are used to planning for lavender’s transformations yet, and they accidentally schedule their move just three days after a transformation
parvati’s shaken; she says they can reschedule and wait until lavender’s feeling better
lavender just rolls her eyes and picks up a box, kissing parvati on the cheek before saying that she is “perfectly capable of helping, thanks very much”
parvati just stands there with her brow wrinkled in concern
“promise you’ll tell me if something hurts, if it’s too much?” she asks
lavender turns around and though she smiles and says, “promise, babe, now get a move on,” parvati’s still worried
she makes sure to take the heaviest boxes and direct the moving of the furniture (with all of its enchantments) herself, not wanting to strain lavender at all
but despite her efforts, lavender still looks too worn-out by the time they’re done
and parvati comes up with a plan on the spot
she opens one of their boxes of dvds and another of decor and random trinkets- they’ve got old crystal balls from third year, teacups purchased in hogsmeade after their first year of divination, and loads of candles
lavender’s getting out comforters and sheets for their bed, but parvati smiles and pulls the box from the bedroom to their tiny living room
“what’re you doing, i was putting those on the bed” “sh, lav, this’ll be more fun”
lavender just stares in confusion as parvati dumps a tangle of blankets onto the couch that her parents gave them, then disappears into the kitchen for a minute
lavender’s about to poke her head in and see what she’s up to when parvati comes back in the room carrying two mugs of steaming hot chocolate
handing one off to lavender, who’s about to protest and say they really should just finish up organizing things, parvati sets her mug down and puts one of the dvds into the player
as soon as ‘bad reputation’ starts playing and lavender figures out they’re watching ten things i hate about you for the millionth time, all organization is forgotten
parvati pulls her down into the couch and nest of blankets and lavender laughs and rests her head on parvati’s shoulder for the millionth time
parvati is just happy to see lavender smile, to be close together in their new home
as the movie is ending lavender picks up one of their old crystal balls and dusts it off
the thing hasn’t been used in years as they bought better ones together as divination got more serious, but parvati and lavender are just sentimental like that
lavender sets the crystal ball down between them and watches as parvati leans down slightly to look into it
“what do you see?” she asks, and parvati straightens up. she’s trying not to laugh but lavender can see her grin slipping through
“the future, of course.” lavender rolls her eyes but smiles too. “yeah, well your technique is crap now that we don’t have class every week.”
parvati raises an eyebrow. “is it? i’m pretty sure i saw everything correctly. this is the future, isn’t it?”
lavender’s pretty sure she knows what’s coming next, and merlin, it’s cheesy but it’s also wonderful
“you and me, just like it’s always been.”
both girls are smiling so wide and their hands find each other under the blankets
“i suppose you’re right,” lavender says as she leans in for a kiss. “you and me like always.”
organization stays forgotten for the rest of the night.
hey poke!!! i had a wonderful time as your (very gay) secret santa and i hope your first night of hanukkah was all you hoped for!! enjoy your chinese food tonight and your gift in about an hour!! 💖💖💖 -fss
oh my god hi apple!! you too, and thank you so much!! <3 <3 <3
