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[kind-hufflepuff]

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GOLDEN TRIO

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Narcissa Black Malfoy & Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Narcissa Black Malfoy Additional Tags: Drarry, Slytherin Harry Potter, Gryffindor Draco Malfoy, Ravenclaw Hermione Granger, Hufflepuff Neville Longbottom, Hufflepuff Ron Weasley, Alternate Hogwarts House Sorting, Yule Ball (Harry Potter), Book 4: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Not Canon Compliant, Not Established Relationship, Mostly Gen, Mostly shenanigans, Bisexual Harry Potter, Harry Potter is Bad at Feelings, Hermione Granger & Draco Malfoy Friendship, Draco Malfoy is a Little Shit, Questioning Harry Potter, he's confused your honor, Not Beta Read, Hermione Granger is So Done Summary:

"So I was thinking about your offer." Draco started casually. "What? What offer?" "To go to the Yule Ball together if none of us managed to get a date." "That wasn't an offer, that was a joke." "Do you have a date?" Harry seemed to think twice about that before a tiny spark of panic and, following directly behind that, defeat shone in his eyes, "So we go together." This is all Red’s fault

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Entry #3 for @romioneficfest

Common Ground

The weight of the prefect badge still felt unfamiliar in his hand. It could have been any of the boys in his year, really, and Dumbledore had picked him.

Ron was due for his first prefect duties—rounds, they were called, patrolling the castle after hours—in just a few minutes, and he was inexplicably nervous about the assignment. Even though Fred and George had been taking the mickey from him since the letter arrived over the summer, he was proud of the position he had earned and wanted to do well at it.

“Hi, Ron,” Hannah greeted him as she skipped into the common room. “Heading out for rounds soon?”

Ron nodded. Out of all his fellow Hufflepuffs that might have been chosen as female prefect from their year, he was glad it was Hannah. She was always friendly, and had accompanied him on several late-night—and perhaps ill-advised, given their new roles—excursions to the kitchens over the years. She was the only person he knew who had a sweet tooth to match his own. “Who’re you paired with tonight?” he asked as he unfolded himself from the sofa and joined Hannah in heading out.

“Neville, from Gryffindor,” she replied, determinedly not meeting his gaze—presumably so that he would miss the blush on her cheeks at the mention of their classmate. “What about you?”

“Ravenclaw,” he answered. “Hermione Granger.”

“Oh, I like Hermione,” Hannah cooed. “We study together sometimes. Be nice to her, won’t you?”

Ron shot a half-hearted scowl at his fellow prefect. “Why wouldn’t I be nice to her?” he retorted. He didn’t know Hermione well from the classes they had shared over the years, but it wasn’t as if they were enemies. And besides, he was nice to everyone, unless they gave him a reason not to be.

“Some people aren’t.” Hannah didn’t elaborate as they rounded the corner and spotted Hermione sitting on a bench outside the Great Hall, her nose buried in their new potions book. Although they were less than a week into fifth year, Hermione appeared to be at least halfway into the textbook, and Ron thought he knew what had prompted Hannah’s comment. Hermione was a star in every one of their classes—always the first to raise her hand, always the first to master a spell—and though her talent never bothered Ron, he knew there were others who thought she was a bit of a know-it-all.

Hannah veered off and headed up one of the castle’s many staircases as Ron approached his partner for the night. “Hermione?” She jumped at his greeting and hurried to shut her book.

“Yes. Ron. Hi.” Hermione stood up and shoved the potions text into what was already a nearly-bursting bag of books. “Ready?”

Ron raised an eyebrow at her. “Are you alright?”

She nodded as she slung her bag over her shoulder. “Yes, let's get going.”

It bewildered him why she had brought so many books with her for this—he had not thought that anything was necessary other than his badge—but it still felt rude not to offer to help her with the bag. “Would you like me to carry those for you?” he asked as they headed up the stairs opposite the ones where Hannah had disappeared.

Hermione shot him a look that was almost a smile. “Oh, I’ve been carrying my own books for a long time. Besides, I’ve put a light-weight charm on them.”

“We haven’t even learned that yet,” Ron pointed out.

Hermione smoothed an invisible wrinkle from her skirt as they walked. “I like to read ahead,” she said tightly, and Ron worried he’d struck a nerve.

“I mean, it’s really impressive that you can do that,” he hurried to add. “I just—how come you don’t just keep up with the classwork? Y’know, stay with the rest of us.”

“I like to read,” she repeated with a shrug before cracking open a classroom door.

“Okay, but…” Ron watched her check the rest of the corridor with a practiced efficiency that made him wonder if she’d also read ahead in some prefects’ handbook he wasn’t aware of. “What d’you like to do for fun?”

“Fun?” She gave him a look of skepticism that only made him laugh.

“Yeah, Hermione, fun,” he chuckled. “Quidditch? Hogsmeade weekends?” She wrinkled her nose as if the mere thought left a sour taste in her mouth and shook her head. “Come on, there must be something you enjoy besides school.”

“Well…” She hesitated, thinking. “I do like to play chess. But I’m quite rubbish at it, so I usually just play with my dad when I’m home at holidays.”

“I love chess!” Ron exclaimed, happy that they had found some common ground. “Maybe we could play sometime?”

“I don’t know.” She bit her bottom lip in a way that Ron found inexplicably endearing. “It’s a busy year. O.W.L.s, you know, and prefect duties, and—“

“And if you don’t take a break once in a while, you’ll fry your brain,” Ron retorted, the banter flowing out of him as if they’d been doing this since first year. “C’mon, how about Saturday after breakfast? Or have you got the whole year booked out already?” he teased.

“No, I haven’t.” Despite the defensive stance she had taken, her hands on her hips as she peered up at him through narrowed eyes, her jovial tone told him she was enjoying this exchange as much as he was. “Fine, Saturday. But if I win, you have to spend Saturday evening in the library with me.”

That wouldn’t normally be Ron’s idea of a good time, but all he could think about at the moment was getting to know Hermione better, and he nodded his agreement. “Saturday night. Win or lose.” She had already admitted she wasn’t a great player, and he didn’t want to put pressure on her. Hermione’s expression softened, and he knew this had been the right thing to say.

“Saturday. Brilliant. It’s a date.” Her cheeks reddened immediately as she realized what she had said. “Well, that is—I mean—“

“I know what you meant,” he said quickly, and she flashed him a grateful smile as they started up the next set of stairs.

Although, he realized with a flutter in his stomach, if she had meant it as a real date, he would be looking forward to their plans just as much.

Maybe even more.

[harrypottershittt]

Do you realize how fucking amazing it would have been if Hermione was a Ravenclaw, Ron was a Hufflepuff, and Harry was a Slytherin? Like fuck that would've been cool

[widomauked]

@hogwartsonline | headcanon sorting

ron weasley as a hufflepuff

>>> weasley is our king

[c0ffee-gremlin]

“You've sort of made up for it tonight,' said Harry. 'Getting the sword. Finishing off the Horcux. Saving my life.'

'That makes me sound a lot cooler than I was,' Ron mumbled. 'Stuff like that always sounds cooler than it really was,' said Harry. 'I've been trying to tell you that for years.'

Simultaneously they walked forwards and hugged, Harry gripping the still sopping back of Ron's jacket.”

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i love hufflepuff ron so much

[unsureandpure]

“Where the Golden Trio could’ve gone”

**also I gave Harry purple hair BC I LIKE IT

[kind-hufflepuff]

HUFFLEPUFF RON