#ticklish!ron

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HC’s for the Weasley bros plus Ginny, Harry and Hermoine? ✨✨

Fred and George: They're twins, yet they don't have the same ticklish spots! Fred is ticklish on his ribs and stomach. George is ticklish on his knees and underarms. Those are their, like, death spots. They don't mind a good tickling every now and then, but they prefer the ler role, especially when it comes to their little siblings.

Ron: Ticklish freaking everywhere. It must be a littlest brother thing. Feet, stomach, ribs, underarms, knees, neck, etc. A well-placed poke has him scrambling to the other side of the room faster than a blast-ended skrewt. He knows he's ticklish af, so he tends to not start tickle fights (he knows he'll lose), but he will gang up with Fred and George against Ginny and Harry any chance he gets. Hermione has a wicked powerful Rictusempra spell, so he leaves her well enough alone until they're married and it turns into something spicier.

Hermione: Classically ticklish, but not super ticklish. She will play around with Ron and Harry so often, even allows Ginny to tickle her a time or two, but she is just fine watching everyone else have a good time. The twins took it too far once, and she blasted both of them with Rictusempra that didn't stop for two hours. Needless to say, they never tried again. However, like Ron, once she was married, tickling became something different and much more fun.

Ginny: Verrrryyyyy ticklish. Again, youngest sibling means ticklish af. She's most ticklish on her ribs and knees. She was pinned down by the majority of her siblings (sans Percy because he sucked back then) and tickled until she was literally unable to breathe. Her mother and father often had to step in and help. However, as she got older, she was able to give as good as she got. She'd often rope Fred and George into getting Ron or Charlie or Bill, and sometimes even Percy if he was being a dick. When she got together with Harry, she tickled him all the time and he tickled her as well. With Harry, it was always fun and soft, which was her favorite.

Harry: The Chosen One my ass, he should be called The Ticklish One. Harry is worse than Ron and that's saying something! Harry is ticklish EVERYWHERE. His palms, his ears, his ankles, and all the classic spots, too. He grew up completely touch starved. Ron found out his ticklishness on accident. He was helping Harry to his feet after the boy tripped on one of the shifting stairs. He curled his hands into his ribs to try and steady him and Harry barked out a laugh and looked like a deer in headlights after. Harry had no idea what tickling was and when Ron explained it to him, Harry still looked dumbstruck. Ron got Fred and George and the three of them demonstrated what tickling was. On Harry. Who loved every freaking minute of it. Harry is a lee to a fault. He absolutely loves being tickled. Ginny loves tickling him.

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Annoying

  A/N - Here is a short Harry Potter drabble. I hope you all enjoy.        

         The bubbly laughter coming from the bedroom wasn’t unusual, but Harry wanted to investigate it anyway. Creeping up the stairs, he peered through the cracked door. The three most important people in his life were all on the floor of Ron’s room, with him being pinned against his will and tickled mercilessly from his girlfriend and younger sister.

           “What did he do this time?” Harry asked, trying to speak over the loud giggles erupting from the other boy. Ginny didn’t look up or respond to her boyfriend, Hermione having to be the one to do it.

           “He was being annoying,” Hermione said with a short wave of her hand and slight head tilt. “What can you do?”

           “Not this!” Ron exclaimed, choking past his hysteria as Ginny went to town on her older sibling. It didn’t take much to get her to pounce anymore. With the threat of Voldemort and the Death Eaters, everything had been on the up and up lately, or at least Ginny made sure of it. Ginny didn’t want anyone to be dreary these days, or in Ron’s case here, annoying.

           “I guess I’ll leave you to it,” Harry said before going back downstairs. With a smile, he ignored Ron’s screams for help as Ginny and Hermione continued to dig into his worst spots. He deserved this, after all.

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Harry and Ron: A tickle fight to determine who is better at Quidditch?

“I’m the best Keeper on the team, though.”

Harry scoffed and grinned, “I cohould play your position better than you in my sleep.” 

Ron huffed and he sat up straight, “Alright, so how will we settle it, then?”

Harry shrugged, now seeing the competitive spark in Ron’s eye, so he sat up with him, “Dunno. We could always go out to the field.”

A clap of thunder from outside signaled the answer to Harry’s suggestion. 

“Well, it’s all a game of brawn, isn’t it? I’ll just show you I’m stronger,” Ron grinned. 

Harry figured he could take Ron in a small bout of wrestling, even though he was the smaller of the two. And Ron now had his lanky height over him as well. This may have been a bad decision. 

Harry didn’t really know how to start this, but Ron did, growing up with older siblings and all. He tackled Harry and they fell off the couch together with a thud. 

“Ack! Cheater,” Harry grumbled but he tried his hardest to squirm and prevent from getting pinned. 

“That isn’t cheating, mate. This is,” Ron smirked and with a swift motion, he was digging fingers into Harry’s sides. 

The Boy Who Lived let out a squeak before dissolving into giggles. Man, that really wasn’t fair. He felt those digits and wanted out immediately. Then again, this was also fun. A brotherly thing between him and his best friend. 

“Rohohon! Stohohoppit!” Harry laughed, trying to fend off Ron’s torturous digits any way he could. 

Ron smiled wide, “Admit I’m the better Quidditch player and I’ll stop.”

“But you’re not!” Harry decided to be cheeky, which earned him kneading against his ribs. 

“Gehehehehet ohohoff!” Harry squeaked and bucked. He tried once or twice to pinch at Ron’s side or belly, but he only got him to jerk a few times. 

“Admit it, Harry,” Ron smiled, skittering fingers into his armpits and wiggling them in the hollows. Harry’s arms slammed down against the redhead’s and he laughed the hardest yet. 

“OKAHAY! Okay, Rohohon! Stohohop! Ack! E-Enough! Hahahahaha!” 

Ron chortled and he relinquished the poor dark haired young man. He looked down at him with a cocky grin, “Knew it.”

Harry rolled his eyes, waiting for Ron to get off him. When the Weasley did, Harry took his chance. He lunged at Ron and they rolled around on the floor before he found victory in massaging Ron’s hips. 

“Bloody hell–NO!”

Harry laughed triumphantly. Quidditch set aside, it was just fun as hell to tickle Ron to tears. 

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Harry, Ron, competition (this instead of what I wrote before because I did not read the dialogue thing till After I sent it, my apologies!)

It’s absolutely fine :) Thanks for catching yourself. And you’re free to write two other words in the request too lol. the luna and harry prompt you sent followed it perfectly and im working on that one right now

Ron was a natural, he really was. He’d beat Harry 4 out of every 5 games of Wizard Chess. And perhaps Harry was the fool to continue playing with his friend. 

“I won!” Ron cheered after their third match of the day. And yes, he’d now won all three. Harry huffed and he slumped back in his chair.

“I swear you’ve rigged the bloody thing.”

Ron grinned, “Ah, no. It’s all skill, Harry. Game 4?”

“I think I’m done playing for today,” Harry made to stand up. 

Ron pouted, “Am I being an arse?” he asked. Harry shrugged.

“Only a little. You’re kind of smug,” Harry grinned. 

Ron smiled nervously, “Well, you’re the one being a sore loser, too. Standing up in a huff and not wanting to play anymore. Just because you’re afraid of losing.”

Harry grinned slightly and he advanced on Ron sitting in his own chair, “That so?”

Ron nodded. The two were at odds, neither backing down. But it was Harry who struck first, fingers digging into Ron’s ribs. 

The redhead yipped and he laughed, hands flying to Harry’s to try and push him off, “Hahahahaharry!” 

“Yes, oh mighty and glorious winner of chess?” Harry teased, keeping Ron pinned to his seat. He now massaged fingers into the other’s hip bones. Ron thrashed in his chair. 

“STAHAHAHAP! No nohoho! Stohohoppit, youhuhu bloody—ACK!” 

Harry chuckled and he kept up his assault, “Don’t be a smug prick.”

And Harry ended up winning the next game. All the more reason for Ron to get his revenge on The Boy Who Lived. 

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“ i’m. so. tired. “ (maybe with the golden trio from HP?)

Never written for Harry Potter before.... Thank you ever so much for the request, sweetie! <3

“I’m. so. tired,” oof’d Ron as he flopped onto the couch in the Gryffindor common room. 

“Frohom what? One exam?”

“Yes, from one exam! You know how bloody brutal Snape is.”

Harry smiled and shook his head, not finding the examination too terrible, but Ron had a point. It was still Snape.

Ron continued groaning and squirming on the couch to get comfortable, “And to make things worse, I’m starving.”

“So go down to the kitchens then and grab yourself something. Now move over,” Harry attempted nudging Ron’s legs from the couch. 

“Can’t. Too exhausted,” Ron lay an arm over his face. 

Harry huffed and he hesitantly poked Ron’s stomach, “George and Fred do this to you, right? I’ve seen it,” he grinned. 

Ron gasped and covered his stomach, “Harry…” he said in warning, “You know I’ll just get you back, right, mate?”

Harry straddled Ron and smiled, “Yeah,” he shrugged and dug into Ron’s sides and stomach. 

Ron gasped and he laughed, struggling desperately under his friend. Usually (no not usually. always) he was the one who got Harry, the reasons primarily for being mopey or angsty or just unpleasant to be around. How the hell did Harry turn the tables so fast?

“You two are honestly–” Hermione froze at the doorway, holding her parchment and books for homework. She went to the common room to study and heard the laughing instead. She found herself smiling despite herself.

“Hi, Hermione,” Harry greeted pleasantly, as if he wasn’t just tickling the redhead to tears. 

Hermione set her books down and walked over, “Should you really be torturing him like that? What did he do?”

“He’s being a lazy arse like usual,” Harry chided, climbing up Ron’s ribs.

“Ah,” Hermione observed the scene, looking down at Ron from Harry’s angle, “Still doesn’t seem fair,” she gave a pinch to Harry’s side.

She knew he never got her back, so she went all out at tickling the Boy Who Lived. Scribbling fingers all over his stomach got Harry snorting and falling off Ron.

“H-Hehehermione! Nohoho!” Harry laughed.

Ron panted and he regained strength, clamping down on Harry’s boney knee and squeezing.

“Time to pay, mate,” Ron smiled wide, his cheeks as flushed as his hair. 

“AHA!” Harry nearly choked on the burst of his own laughter.

Hermione always found great joy in making Harry laugh. He had such a sweet one and she hardly ever heard it. She tippled her fingers across the skin of his belly after slipping a hand under his shirt. 

What she did not expect was for some mischievous hands to start groping at her sides. Her eyes widened and her hands flew up to protect herself. 

“R-Rohohon!?” 

“Sohorry, didn’t feel it was fair that you were the only one not getting it, Hermione,” Ron grinned sweetly. 

Hermione squeaked and fell back, landing right in Ron’s grasp, unluckily for her.

No one got any studying or homework done that night in the Gryffindor common room.

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[anasticklefics]

You could have Harry and Ron pranking her so she gets her revenge by tickling them

Harry and Ron realized Hermione had been spending too much time with Fred and George only because they had been spending too much time with Fred and George. You always grew bold when around the twins for too long. It sometimes could cost you dearly, as they would soon come to find out.

Harry could blame Ron, but Ron hadn’t forced him to join, so really he had no excuse. Both of them restless, both of them bored, with Ron dumping an idea in his lap and Harry going along instantly. Hermione just happened to cross their path in the wrong time, but little had they known they would be the one to lament the meeting.

It was a simple idea. Barely a prank, really, but something had pushed Hermione over the edge and their shenanigans was probably the last straw. A scare and a jump and a scream, and then that glare on them, the wake up call for something mischievous to dance in her eyes before they even realized her mood had shifted.

When had Hermione gotten so strong?

The most surprising part was that no magic was involved, though Ron would have called it cheating and Hermione was probably not about that. Instead she pinned them both to the couch in a moment of adrenaline, her hands on their worst spots, tickling them to pieces with no preamble, no interlude whatsoever.

It was embarrassing how loudly they laughed. How desperately they begged for mercy. It only lasted for a moment, but their hair was sticking up in all directions, their faces flushed with Ron’s ears bright red when Hermione backed off. She didn’t say a thing, merely got off of them and left, picking up her dropped books on the way out. Harry and Ron never underestimated her again and never brought it up, but they blamed Fred and George.

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Everything you write is good <3 if you wouldn't mind, could you write a fic between ron and hermione? i don't have a specific prompt in mind, i just love that ship <3 (if you ship it)

“I swear if you tickle me…”

“What exactly will you do if I tickle you?” When Ron just narrowed his eyes and failed to answer, Hermione grinned. “This is delightful. I didn’t realize you were ticklish!”

“I mean it Hermione!” Ron continued backing away as she stalked toward him, a smile playing at his lips despite his attempts to look stern. “I have five older brothers, I’ve already had enough tickling to last a lifetime, believe me.”

“But that doesn’t mean I can’t tickle you too!” Hermione chased him around the near-empty common room, but Ron was faster and had longer legs - despite nearly cornering him a number of times, Ron still managed to stay a safe distance away.

With a huff Hermione straightened up and frowned at Ron, who was backed up against a wall. “I’ll have you know I’m not above hexing you.”

“Hermione,” Ron exclaimed, mock-scandalized. “Where is your sportsmanship?” He fumbled to pull out his own wand, but before he was able Hermione muttered, “Titillando.”

“Hey- wha-” Ron stumbled backwards and fell to the floor with a thump as tendrils of bright purple light snaked around him, forming hands that began wriggling over Ron’s stomach and sides. “Ahahahaha, no! Thahahat’s not fahahahair!”

“All’s fair in tickle fights, Ronald,” Hermione teased.

“You- hahaha, stohohohop!” Ron cried as the hands branched outwards, some tickling his underarms and others slipping through his sneakers to tickle his feet. “You just wahahahait, I’ll gehehet you back fohohor thihihis!”

Hermione laughed. “Well in that case, I suppose I don’t need to use the counterhex for this anytime soon.”

“Nohohohoho, wahahahait! That’s nohohohot what I meahahahant!”