moonchild

I write sometimes: https://archiveofourown.org/users/taurusmoonchild

[taurusmoonchild]

Next Gen Trio

I never see this version of a next gen trio but they have always been mine so here is a characterisation that no one asked for.

These three grew up like siblings. Since they were born just within in a month there was truly no world where they wouldn't become inseparable.

I have also written like 3 one shots for them :)

Do you get deja-vu?

"They are gonna be trouble, aren't they?"

'Please just shut up!'

Rose Granger-Weasley

Birthday: November 16th 2005

House: Gryffindor

She's the irresponsible mom of the group who will most definitely get you out of trouble after getting you into it.

She'd rather die than turn in an assignment late and will humble you while checking your essays. In general she is the kind to not have to try too hard to get decent grades but she'll hustle to get excellent ones.

Loves Quidditch and plays as Chaser. As a kid she always dared James to a race, beating him quite a few times despite being 2 years younger than him.

She is more of an extrovert that gets into a fair amount of parties. Socialising comes easy to her and she loves small talk.

Very judgy and petty at times. Loves to argue, but takes a while to see when she was wrong. She'll most likely never apologise first.

In the trio, she's the oldest (barely) and has to make sure people know so. She'd do anything for the other two while also verbally dragging them whenever she gets the chance (in a fun way ofc)

Albus *redacted* Potter

Birthday: November 28th 2005

House: Slytherin

He's the introvert in a family full of extroverts and this trio is no exception. He has to be dragged everywhere and always puts up a fight even though he secretly doesn't mind.

He doesn't care too much about school, but loves Potions and Charms. His grades are fine, but Rose is convinced he would be top of his class if he just tried a little.

He hated being sorted into Slytherin until he found it wasn't at all what he had convinced himself it was. He has found a few friends and gets along with a lot of people.

He tolerates those he doesn't like and just tries to ignore comments that get thrown at him on the daily. Though some of them hurt him more than he'd like to admit.

He's an expert at keeping things to himself causing things to explode when he does say what's bothering him. He also apologises for everything and everyone even when he really shouldn't have to.

In the trio he's the certified middle child who has the ability to ground the other two by playing peace maker. Whenever there is a Hufflepuff and Gryffindor Quidditch match he makes sure to where the colours for both teams.

Louis Weasley

Birthday: December 10th 2005

House: Hufflepuff

An absolute menace to society with a golden retriever energy. He cares a lot about the little things and not enough about the big ones. Including grades.

He's the kindest and most loyal person who's had a crush on the same girl since first year. He will mot give up and is convinced the universe will work it out for him.

Loves to play Quidditch, especially against Rose.

Everyone is convinced there's not a single thing that could ruin his mood because he radiates positive energy.

Sometimes he likes to mess with people and will use his Veela powers to get his way. Which he knows is toxic but he calls it "God's will".

He's a bit cocky (it's giving jock) and doesn't think before he speaks. Though he means well he comes across as too much sometimes, which scares people away.

In the trio he is the instigator who will propose a plan and then won't accept a no. He's also the hugger of the trio, much to the disliking of his companions.

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A couple quick sketches I did of the golden trio

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a little something i drew in my free time bc i saw a pinterest ref (if ur wondering why my style looks super different from my last post it’s bc ive been practicing on changing it)

[taurusmoonchild]

O Children

Silence.

The complete absence of sound. 

Yet, it can be as loud as sirens piercing through the night. George had never known silence. For all of 20 years, it had never been quiet. Fred made sure of that.

Fred. Just thinking of the name stung George’s chest, and another painful lump started to form in his throat. He swallowed hard to prevent the burning tears in his eyes from falling onto his cheeks. Feeling the stares of his family on him, George made sure to avoid darting his eyes around. He had fixated his view on one of the broken windows in the Great Hall. The rays of dawn reflected a pattern onto the ground in front of it.

It was beautiful – George hated it. Nothing about today was beautiful, and he was afraid it might never be like that again. 

“You should get some rest,” George startled at the sound beside him. He knew without looking that it was the voice of his younger brother. It had become deeper since the last time he had seen him. George noticed.

“I’m not tired.”

Ron placed a too-gentle hand on his brother’s arm and pressed it lightly, “I know, but you should still rest.”

“I’m resting.”

“George.”

“Just leave.”

Ron sighed, removing his hand and standing up, “We’re going up to Gryffindor Tower. You can join us whenever you’re ready.”

George mumbled something between an ‘okay’ and ‘leave me alone’, still staring at the pattern on the ground. When he felt Ron walk away, he focused his eyes on his back, following his confident movement. He had grown up so much, George noticed again. 

He watched as his younger brother embraced their mother and father, took Hermione’s hand and walked out the entrance as if it was nothing. As if he had not been just a dumb 11-year-old yesterday. George felt the corners of his mouth move up and wondered whenever that had happened. His smile dropped the moment his eyes caught sight of Percy, who had his head in his hands. To his right, Charlie had placed a comforting arm around him and was whispering something that George couldn’t hear. Behind them were Bill and Fleur, arm in arm. 

“Merlin, can’t they get it together?” His chuckle died in his throat when he turned his head to the empty spot on his right. Oh right.

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[taurusmoonchild]

Rose doing the "bare minimum vs princess treatment" trend with her partner except everything is bare minimum to her bc she was raised by Ron Weasley

[either-way-it-means-something]

Starkid Homecoming edit by taurus.moonchild on tiktok

the song choice- 🥺

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Ron would've loved chatgpt

[taurusmoonchild]

and Hermione would have given him lectures about how bad it is 😭

[taurusmoonchild]

Harry James Potter Day

and you know his loved ones are posting him on the gram 😌

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Hermione laughs at Ron’s jokes, Rose rolls her eyes but secretly loves them, but Hugo is in stitches at Ron’s jokes and sense of humour in general and it’s Hugo’s laughter that breaks the ice.

[taurusmoonchild]

You Belong With Me

Rose becomes a Taylor Swift fan, and Ron and Hermione realise one or two things about their relationship. Oh and Harry is there to poke fun at them.

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It started, as many things did in the Granger-Weasley household, with an unexpected obsession. As the months turned into summer and Rose returned from her third year at Hogwarts, she had developed a new hyperfixation. 

“Can we please play it again?” Rose asked from the backseat, clutching her phone like it was the Elder Wand itself.

“Rose,” Hermione sighed, “we’ve listened to it five times already.”

 

“Six,” Harry muttered under his breath from his awkward position in the middle of the backseat between Rose and Hugo. His legs crammed beside a suspiciously sticky juice box and a half-eaten Chocolate Frog.

 

“You don’t get to complain, Uncle Harry. You could have gone with Aunt Ginny.”

“And die on my way to the beach? No thanks. That woman drives like a lunatic.”

 

Rose side-eyed him before rolling her eyes and focusing back on her parents in the front. “ Please! Only one more time!”

“You said that three times ago, sweetheart,” Ron chuckled.

“ Pleeeeeeaaaaaaaaasssseeeeeeeeeee ,” she whined, kicking her legs dramatically against the front seat.

“You need to relax,” Hugo chimed in, unfolding the wrapper of yet another chocolate frog. “It’s just a song.”

“Exactly, so we can listen to it again."

“It’s girls' music,” he sighed dramatically.

“It’s music, you troll.”

“Oi, enough,” Ron called from the front. “If I have to pull this car over, you’ll both be listening to Celestina Warbeck the whole ride, and nobody wants that.

Hermione shuddered, “Please no.”

 

“Harry,” Rose said, turning her attention away from her parents, “am I not your favourite niece?

“I don’t play favourites.”

“Yes, you do,” Hermione and Ron say in unison.

“Thank you, guys. Really helpful.”

“And don’t you love Taylor Swift?” Rose continued ignoring her parents.

“I think she makes good music,” he nodded.

“Okay, it’s settled the Chosen One said We can play it again.” Rose grinned and, without waiting for further democratic input, hit play.

Harry fell into his seat as the familiar twang of the opening notes to You Belong With Me rang out through the car’s sound system. The modified Honda, which Hermione had insisted on buying after one too many traumatic side-along Apparations with Ron, didn’t have the best sound, but that didn’t seem to matter too much because most of what you could hear was Rose’s voice singing along. 

As the lyrics said something about cheerleaders and T-shirts, Harry’s eyes slowly widened. About a third of the way into the song, he leaned forward, very slowly, to look between Ron and Hermione.

“Oh no,” he said, grinning. “Oh no no no.”

“What?” Hermione asked, turning to look at him.

“This is you two,” Harry said, amused. “This entire song is your sixth year.”

“It is not!” Hermione argued.

“Last I remember, I didn’t wear a cheer skirt,” Ron added, slightly offended.

“Maybe not, but Hermione was on the sideline and you were dating Lavender Brown.”

Ron stilled, “I –, that’s completely different!”

 

"Oh, really?" Harry continued with glee, “‘ She’s cheer captain, and I’m on the bleachers’ sounds a lot like someone who couldn’t keep his mouth detached from a certain someone and someone else who tried to curse birds to death.”

“The birds were fine!” Hermione stated a little too loud, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.”

 

“Wait, what bird?” Rose asked, pausing mid hair-flip.

“No bird,” Hermione said quickly.

“She tried to kill me with canaries,” Ron whispered, causing Harry to burst out laughing.

Rose squinted suspiciously, her eyes wandering from Ron to Harry. “That sounds – uhm. Romantic?”

“It was not!” Hermione snapped, which made Harry laugh even harder and made Ron cough to hide his own laughter.

 

“I am just saying,” Harry tried to speak through his giggles. “Hermione did have a thing for the emotionally unavailable Ginger best friend while he was with someone else.”

“I wasn’t emotionally unavailable , I was just thick ,” Ron protested.

“You’re still thick, love,” Hermione muttered, squeezing his knee lightly.

“Not the point, darling.”

“Wait,” Hugo piped up, “does this mean Mum is like Taylor Swift?”

“YES,” Rose shrieked, “which means you have to like her, Dad. Because Mum is basically Taylor Swift.”

“That’s not –,” Hermione began, but Ron cut in with a smirk.

“I dunno, Taylor does seem bossy, brilliant, terrifying when angry –”

“Ron.”

“- and writes painfully accurate songs about people who annoy her.”

 

Harry was wheezing with laughter now, “You know if the shoe fits.”

 

“Honestly,” Hermione muttered, rolling her eyes the same way her daughter had done earlier, “this entire family is impossible.” 

“Not me!” Hugo said cheerfully, “I’m always on your side, so I say we switch to Weird Sisters. Or Goblin Core!”

“You can’t escape Taylor, Hugs,” Rose explains. “She finds you.”

“She’s like Voldemort,” Harry stated, nodding, “except with better choruses.”

“Never say that again,” Rose gasps.

 

“Honestly, can we just listen to something else?” Hermion asked, rubbing her temples.

“Nope,” Ron grinned, tapping the rhythm on the steering wheel, “I’m invested now. I want to hear how it ends.”

“We’ve listened to this song six times,” Harry laughs, “She just wants the guy to realise that she’s the better match.”

“Been there,” Ron muttered under his breath.

 Hermione shot him a look. “Excuse me?”

“Nothing,” he said quickly, “Love you!”

Taylor was hitting the finale chorus now, Rose belting along at full volume, hitting none of the notes Taylor had intended. She was dramatically dancing in her seat while pointing out the window as if she, too, was being wrongfully ignored by a red-haired Quidditch keeper.

Harry leaned forward. “You know, Hermione. If you’d written a song instead of throwing birds at him, sixth year might have gone a bit differently.

Hermione sighed and turned to flick Harry’s forehead, “Shut it, Potter.”

Harry rubbed his forehead as Ron started laughing again.

“Besides, Ron wouldn’t have noticed it no matter how obvious I would have been. And as a matter of fact I did write something.”

“A list of character flaws doesn’t count,” Ron said.

“I was fifteen !”

“And we were morons,” Ron said affectionately, winking at his wife.

 

The song faded, and Rose turned down the volume. “So you guys were like a real-life love triangle ?”

“More like a really poorly constructed love hexagon,” Harry stated. “Don’t ask about Viktor Krum.”

“I will ask,” Rose nodded.

“Let’s not bring him up right now,” Ron muttered.

“Fine,” Hermione agreed, “But no more Taylor Swift on repeat.”

“Deal,” Rose said, smirking.

 

The next song started, and as the lyrics to The Way I Loved You echoed through the car, Hermione thought she might go insane.

Harry just laughed and leaned back into the middle seat, already humming along, “Are you sure Taylor Swift didn’t have access to your entire love story?”

 

“Shut up, Potter.”

[toorumlk]

the granger-weasley family members!!!!

(i’m obsessed with drawing romione’s little family)

[iced-pumpkin-juice]

hermione and ron's flat they lived in with baby rosie while hermione was finishing up her post doc.

ron floo-called his mom for recipes and baby advice every day.

[romione-trope-fest]

Romione Trope Fest 2025- Masterlist

Day 1- Different Houses

A Snake's Coils by @imnotfunnysblog

M by @adenei

A Decorous Reply by Squibnation10

Elf-Made Courage by @be11atrixthestrange

Don't Make Me Laugh by @graceunderpressuure

Glimpses by @honouraryweasley12

Rude Boy by @unhingedromione

Day 2- Second Chances

Everything by @mertronus

Tell me about the first time you saw me by Babeaustan

Your Place or Mine? by @adenei

Broken, Not Shattered by @taurusmoonchild

Second Chance... To Infinity by Squibnation10

Echoes of a Forgotten Heart by @imnotfunnysblog

We, The Willing by @graceunderpressuure

Answers by @reallybeth9

Day 3- Australia

On Kangaroos by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

Send Us A Sign by @adenei

On Love and Lunches by Rennervator

Restoration by @honouraryweasley12

The Second Time by @cheesyficwriter

Nothing Can Invade Our Love by Squibnation10

The Outback by @graceunderpressuure

Yeah, I Said It by @unhingedromione

Day 4- Tent Angst

Of Lilacs and Roses by @adenei

Nothing and Everything by @voldemorts-tap-shoe3

What Happens in Vegas by @graceunderpressuure

Hollow Lessons by Squibnation10

Stale Buscuits and Desperate Kisses by rlcandlejack

I've Heard It All by Purpledamianya

Hands by @cheesyficwriter

Hermione's Cake by @unhingedromione

Voices by Wallenby

Day 5- Magical Mishaps

Honey I Shrunk My Best Mate by @graceunderpressuure

A Froggy Affair by Squibnation10

Don't You Remember by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

An Astounding Sense of Direction by @adenei

Hexed and Vexed by @honouraryweasley12

I Have No Cock and I Must Cum by rlcandlejack

One Mind by @mertronus

The Truth of It by @hpfanted14

The Cat-astrophe by Yokkyu

Day 6- HBP Missing Moment

With Wildflowers In Her Hair by Roonil_Bilius_Wazlib

The Nature of Arthur Weasley by @mertronus

Markers and Signs by @graceunderpressuure

Ron's Helping Hand by @imnotfunnysblog

Falling by @honouraryweasley12

Quintessence by @unhingedromione

Before by @adenei

The Battle of the Bulge by rlcandlejack

I Love You, Hermione by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

Magnet by Squibnation10

Day 7- All Grown Up

Stand By Your Man by RonsGirlFriday

Trying by rlcandlejack

The Stone in my Hand by Squibnation10

Choices by @honouraryweasley12

Virgo's Broom by @gurinpotte

Magical Thinking by Sirwolfeye

Ode to a Sunday by Roonil_Bilius_Wazlib

Trials and Tribulations by @mertronus

Planned Unexpectancies by @graceunderpressuure

The Prophecy by @adenei

The Granger-Weasley Chronicles by @taurusmoonchild

Knitted Grief by @nena-96

After All They've Endured by @cheesyficwriter

Art by Wayne Lynn:

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Day 7- All Grown Up!

1) Stand By Your Man

by RonsGirlFriday

A journalist runs afoul of Minister for Magic candidate Hermione Granger-Weasley, by making an unwelcome insinuation about Ron.

Hermione's gonna do something about her frustration; she just needs to figure out what.

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2) Trying

by rlcandlejack

Ron misunderstands a muggle phrase, leading to a funny conversation that turns serious. Based on a funny twitter screencap.

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3) The Stone in My Hand

by squibnation10

Everyone depends on Ron Weasley to make decisions, for the party, for the people, for the future of the Wizarding World.

But his family needs him more.

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4) Choices

by @honouraryweasley12

Ron wants to surprise Hermione at their wedding... if only he can find the right inspiration.

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5) Virgo's Broom

by @gurinpotte

After a long day's work, Hermione just wants to be alone with Ron.

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6) Magical Thinking

by sirwolfeye

Starts here: A postwar Ministry where “safe” is a pamphlet.

Ends… somewhere near or far from Ulthar, where no human may kill a cat.

Mode of Transportation: A rollercoaster called magical thinking—the irrational belief that one’s rituals, routines, or sheer force of will can bend reality. In a world with magically amplified magical thinking, OCPD is Arithmancy without a solution, ADHD is a Seeker’s dive with no Snitch, and love is the most volatile spell of all.

The only certainty is: Survival leaves scars that think.

Welcome aboard.

Hold on to your Deluminators.

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7) Ode to a Sunday

by roonil_bilius_wazlib

Love occurs in the in-between moments. In a freshly baked scone. In a smile over breakfast. In a crossword puzzle shared between two.

An extraordinarily ordinary Sunday for the Granger-Weasley family.

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8) Trials and Tribulations

by @mertronus

Two lawyers disagree in, and out, of the courtroom.

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9) Planned Unexpectancies

by @graceunderpressuure

Hermione tells Ron she’s pregnant with Hugo. Plenty of unexpected feelings still come with a planned pregnancy.

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10) The Prophecy

by @adenei

What if Professor Trelawney made another prophecy? One about The Chosen Ones two closest friends? And what if that prophecy came along with a strange magical element (mishap) that sent those two closest friends into the future from time to time? How would that shape their friendship? Their future? And most importantly, could it change their destiny if they found out exactly how and why it was happening?

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11) The Granger-Weasley Chronicles

by @taurusmoonchild

Balancing marriage, kids and bizarre parenting dilemmas. This series follows Ron and Hermione as they take on the ridiculousness of raising children while trying to remain relatively sane.

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12) Knitted Grief

by @nena-96

Ron couldn't stand being at the funeral for a second longer, and makes his way back home, little does he know that his girlfriend follows him inside with hope that he doesn't push her away.

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13) After All They've Endured

by @cheesyficwriter

A tender moment between Ron and Hermione the morning after their wedding.

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and finally...

14) Art by Wayne Lynn!

[romione-trope-fest]

The Granger-Weasley Chronicles (Series)

Title: The Granger-Weasley Chronicles 

Author: taurusmoonchild

Trope: All Grown Up

Rating: G

Summary: Balancing marriage, kids and bizarre parenting dilemmas. This series follows Ron and Hermione and the ridiculousness that is raising children while remaining relatively sane.

Note: Thanks to trope fest for allowing me to finally start this silly series! The upcoming chapters will not be in chronological order as I plan to add little stories as I think of them (I already have like 5), so I put the year in brackets!

Bridesmaid (2010)

(inspired by Outnumbered)

The house was a mess. Hugo was crying, and Ron was trying to calm him. Hermione was running around their living room, trying to tidy as much of the mess as possible.

“Ron, have you seen the present?” she yelled, barely loud enough for Ron to hear over the wailing of their three-year-old toddler.

“What?”

“The present for my cousin?”

“What?”

“Ugh, for Christ’s sake,” she huffed and started towards their kitchen, “I asked if you have seen the present for my cousin.”

“It’s on the counter,” he pointed at the kitchen counter behind her. Hermione turned around and spotted the large (and ugly) vase her cousin Patricia had put on her registry.

She lifted it from the counter and turned it around. 

“This might be the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“What about that one baby they put next to Hugo when he was born?” Ron asked behind her.

She turned around, “Don’t say that about someone else’s child, Ron.”

Ron put both his hands up and mumbled something under his breath to Hugo. The toddler laughed.

“What did you tell him?” Hermione furrowed her eyebrows.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Correct.”

“Well, at least he isn’t crying anymore.” Hermione turned around and placed the vase on top of the counter.

“Have you seen Rose?”

“She was getting dressed the last time I saw her.”

“Dressed? But she was alrea– oh no.”

“What?” Ron asked, but his wife was already out of the room and running up the stairs.

  On the first floor, Hermione was immediately met with their daughter wearing her beige bridesmaid dress.

“Rose, sweetheart, didn’t we talk about not wearing the dress on our way to the church?”

“But I’m a bridesmaid,” the five-year-old said matter-of-factly, sounding a little too much like her mother. 

“Yes, but you don’t want to get it all dirty before we get there. It’s a long drive there.”

Rose huffed. “But it’s my big day.”

Hermione chuckled, “Rose, sweety, it’s Patricia’s big day.”

“I wish you would stop saying that,” the girl crossed her arms in front of her chest, “besides you are wearing what you are wearing later. How come you don’t have to change?”

“Well, I’m not the one who spills everything, right?”

“I don’t spill everything,” Rose mumbled, “I only do it sometimes, and today is not sometimes.”

“Rose, please.”

“No.”

“Please.”

“Mh mh,” she shook her head.

Hermione looked at her watch and sighed, “Fine. But if you spill anything, I will let you walk around with that stain.”

Rose walked past her towards the stairs. “I already said, today isn’t sometimes.”

  Mother and daughter walk down the stairs where Ron and Hugo are already waiting and ready to go.

“Hey Rosie bear, weren’t you suppos–” Ron stopped his sentence as he spotted Hermione mouthing ‘don't’ to him while shaking her head.

“You look beautiful, sweetie.’

“Thank you, Daddy. I know.” Rose walked straight past him out the door and towards their car.

  Ron chuckled and turned to Hermione, “So she didn’t wanna take off that dress, huh?”

“Some battles are not worth fighting,” Hermione sighed and kissed the top of Hugo’s head in Ron’s arms.

“You look beautiful, too, by the way.”

“Thank you, love. So do you.”

Ron kissed her softly on the mouth. “I know.”

  “ARE YOU COMING?” Rose yelled from outside, “MY DRESS WILL GET DIRTY.”

[glumby]

the granger-weasleys

[romione-trope-fest]

Day 6- HBP Missing Moment

1) With Wildflowers in Her Hair

by roonil_bilius_wazlib

His eye caught on a lone, pale purple wildflower that had fluttered to the blanket during their tussle with the grass, and he plucked it up and tentatively held it out to her.

“Purple. That’s your favourite colour, yeah?”

She nodded. “Lilac.”

She took the flower from his grasp, their fingers brushing, the simple action causing her breath to hitch in a way she sincerely hoped hadn’t been noticeable. “It’s a common dog-violet. It’s very pretty,” she remarked as she tucked it behind her ear, its purple petals framed by her bushy tendrils.

“It suits you,” he admitted shyly, averting his gaze once more.

Ron and Hermione share a picnic at the Burrow during the summer before sixth year. Mutual pining and banter ensue.

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2) The Nature of Arthur Weasley

by @mertronus

Mr. Weasley asks questions, even though he thinks he already knows the answers.

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3) Markers and Signs

by @graceunderpressuure

HBP missing moment immediately following Ron and Lavender’s breakup. What do Ron and Hermione get up to that night?

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4) Ron's Helping Hand

by @imnotfunnysblog

What did Hermione and Ron do when Harry was out with Dumbledore?

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5) Falling

by @honouraryweasley12

Only Hermione can bring out the best in Ron, especially during a tumultuous sixth year.

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6) Quintessence

by @unhingedromione

Harry and Ginny are on the brink of inevitability. Ron and Hermione are the exact opposite. HBP Missing Moment.

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7) Before

by @adenei

It's Ron and Hermione's first evening of Prefect Rounds since they started speaking again, but it's also their first time being truly alone with each other too. When truths are outed, will the evening prove to continue the path of repairing their friendship or leave them more broken than before?

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8) The Battle of the Bulge

by rlcandlejack

HBP Missing moment from the magical sex toys AU, where Hermione is hiding in her dorm room because Lav and Ron are snogging in the common room. Hermione reminisces about the time she first saw Ron’s cock the year before. Then Lav and Parvati arrive in the dorm where Lav brags about Ron showing her his cock.

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9) I Love You, Hermione

by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

Hermione's thoughts after THAT moment.

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10) Magnet

by Squibnation10

“Wow, you like your Quidditch players, don’t you? First Krum, then McLaggen…” Parvati was saying.

“I like really good Quidditch players,” Hermione corrected lightly, a teasing smile curving her lips. “Well, see you… Got to go and get ready for the party.”

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