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Hermione: Why are you following me? Ron: Because we’re dating now? Hermione: Okay… what about Harry? Ron: We’re a package deal Harry: Buy one idiot, get one free
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Pairing: Fem!Reader x Fred weasly
Warnings: Fluff, Suggestive and Use of y/n
Summary: Y/n falls off her broom after a quidditch match and sustains a serious spine injury. She is supposed to be in bed rest at madam pomfery’s , but her bf ,Fred misses her a little to much.
Black clouded your peripheral vision, the world seemed to be spinning and you couldn’t make sense of the figures before you. Soon everything came into focus, a group of people circled around the bed you were lying on; the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Where were you? What happened? Why was everyone looking down at you?
“I think she is waking up,” a girl’s voice announced.
Then it all came crashing back to you... You fell off your broom during the Quidditch match! You were trying to hit the Bludger away from Harry just as he was about to catch the Golden Snitch, but it hit you in the head and you fell, toppling down 20 feet.
“Did we win?” You managed to croak, your voice barely a whisper.
“A determined lad she is, even on her death bed,” George said.
“And there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. How are you feeling, Y/N?” Hermione asked, smiling at you.
“Never been better,” you joked.
“Yes. I caught the Snitch. All thanks to you. But please be more careful next time, Y/N. Nearly gave me a stroke when you fell,” Harry said, answering your question.
You smiled wearily.
Everyone was here, but the one person you wanted was nowhere to be seen.
“Uh- Where’s Fred?” you questioned.
“Right here, love.” A red-eyed Fred appeared.
“Aww baby, have you been crying?” you asked, teasing him.
Fred walked up to the bed and pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead.
“We’ll take that as a cue to leave then. Take care, mate,” Ron announced.
After everyone left, tears escaped from Fred’s eyes.
“Freddie… I’m fine. Don’t cry, love,” you said as you brushed his cheek with your fingers.
“Don’t ever scare me like that again, okay?”
“Okay.” You gave him a weak smile.
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“THREE WEEKS!” Fred shouted at George.
“Three bloody weeks Y/N’s been on bedrest! I can’t take it anymore, good god help me!” he cried.
“What’s with all the yelling?” you asked as the Weasley twins approached you.
“This big guy here is having a hard time keeping his little guy under control, since you’ve been on bedrest.” George smirked.
You couldn’t help but turn red after George’s comment.
“Oh bugger off, George,” Fred scolded.
After George left, Fred cozied up on the hospital bed with you.
“I miss you so much, Y/N.”
“I miss you more.”
“You know… there are things we can do that don’t require much… action. I won’t even need to get out of bed,” you suggested.
“Don’t tempt me, love. What if someone walks in on us?” he asked.
“So let them…” you smirked.
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🏆The alchemy 🏆
Harry potter x Reader
Author’s Note: Hey! This is my first time publishing a fic/ one shot, let me know if there are any mistakes ( I managed to remove how many ever I found). Open to requests <3. Mainly FLUFF and quidditch. Hope you enjoy it!
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔* Where’s the trophy? He just comes running over to me °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*
It was the quidditch final. Slytherin versus gryffindor. Tensions were high and points were low. Harry had trained his arse off for this match, day and night, ignoring his school work, his friends and ignoring the one person he never wanted to ignore, you.
Oliver Wood was behind his tail the past month, working Harry like a dog. You would watch each-other during classes sometimes or exchange a few words during dinner. That was the extent of it for the past month. It was driving you insane; not being able to be with Harry. It was definitely not easier on him. He found himself constantly dreaming about you, and whenever he thought he had free time and came to see you , Wood would steal him away for practice.
Gryffindor needed to win today. No matter what. Then it would all be worth it. Harry’s efforts and time he spent on quidditch instead of on you would all be worth it if they won.
60:40, slytherin was leading by 20 points, but Harry needed to wait for gryffindor to secure 50 points before catching the snitch in order for them to win the cup. You watched anxiously, clutching your scarf , as Draco tailed behind Harry trying to knock him off his broom. Obviously, Draco’s pathetic attempts failed because Harry was too good at what he did. That’s one of the reasons you loved him so much. He was so effortlessly brilliant at everything he did.
You jumped in excitement as Angelina throws the quaffle through one of slytherin’s hoops. The final 10 points needed for Harry to catch the snitch were secured by Katie Bell. Gryffindor and slytherin were tied. 60:60. Seeing this Harry chases after the snitch, flying through the crowd, and over you at some point. After a solid five minutes, madam Hooch blows her whistle , as Harry catches the golden snitch.
“AND GRYFFINDOR WINS THE QUIDDITCH CUP!” Jordan Lee announced
The gryffindor team hurries to Harry’s side to celebrate, but he ignores them, pushing everyone out of the way, he eagerly jumps off his broom and sprints towards you.
Tears in his eyes, Harry hugged you so tight you couldn’t even breathe. Pulling away, he drew you in for a passionate kiss, it sent shivers down your spine. Your cheeks flushed and your stomach filled with butterflies. You kissed him back, tasting a bit of sweat and salty tears but you didn’t care. You knew everyone’s eyes were on you, they were cheering loudly. But none of it mattered as Harry embraced you tightly.
“Where’s the trophy?” You asked
“I don’t know. I just wanted to come running over to you” Harry smiled.
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HARRY POTTAH!?!
Who, she wanted to ask. Who, she wanted to cry. Whose ghost is haunting you right now? As if his parents’ death wasn’t enough tragedy, as if the nineteen year old boy trembling in her arms hadn’t experienced enough pain to last a lifetime.
Tell me who you’re crying for and I’ll cry with you.
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It’s 1999 and Hermione is having a hard time adapting to all the new changes the war brought with her—trying to create some positive change in the Wizarding World while figuring out where she stands with Harry.
Harry, who gets increasingly worse as the days pass, slipping away into a dark corner of his mind she can’t reach anymore.
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After a month and a half of struggling with this chapter of my ttpd fic, I finally finished it. Yay to me!
It’s a Post War story, mainly Harmione but with a bit Romionarry ✨sprinkled✨ all over it. Hope you like it! Inspired in So Long, London.
Reblogging cause it’s on theme
Wanted to share this Golden trio fluff:
Who was Harry Potter anyways? The Chosen One? The Boy-who-lived? The Saviour and Golden Boy of the Wizarding World?
Did the press actually got it right when they wrote pieces about him? Could they know what kind of person he was just by the major events of his life? Coul he?
Did Hermione and Ron knew who his best friend was? During those nights filled with dread when the dead became living and the living bled to death in the most excruciating ways. When they were there for him, did they know?
When they took his hand and slept right there besides him, whispering sweet nothings until he fell asleep again. Could they describe who he was with the same certainty one would talk about the lush and green hills in Scotland?
Mione watched him with that look of hers, one of unwavering faith. Her eyes softening as she lulled him to sleep.
The moonlight filtered through the tiny gap between the curtains back in his room in Grimmauld Place, illuminating the seven freckles scattered in her nose and cheeks. A hundred years could pass and he’d still be able to trace those freckles to memory, like one traces the starts and constellations in the nightsky. She’d stay there for hours, stroking his hair and drawing silly patterns in his skin. Like a mother would. Soft fingertips and soothing lullabies.
With the tenderness of a mother, the devotion of a lover and the undying loyalty of a friend.
In those moments he could be sure of one thing: Hermione Granger knew exactly who Harry Potter was: His best friend, the person looking back at her with grief and open adoration.
And Ron. Ron held him while Mione grounded him and brought him back to Earth with them. Soft breath tickling his neck. He was too tall for the bed, so his feet stayed dangling from the edge most of the times.
Ron was home, Ron was family.
Ron was the first person to ever say I love you, his chubby cheeks bouncing as he smiled, honest in his love like only kids are.
There wasn’t much of that Ron in the 6’2 ft tall man that layed besides him. Except maybe his eyes. They were blue, blueblueblue, round and big and completely sincere. Every emotion he felt reflecting back on them.
Violent but oh so soft. Harry had never seen the ocean, but he reckoned that’s how it looked like.
His presence was enough to make the world stop spinning, so he stayed with them: A hand in his arm or a leg tangled between Mione’s.
Always touching.
His silence saying more than a million words could.
I’m not going anywhere Harry. Not today, not tomorrow. Not ever again.
But so they knew? Did they even care?
You’re every Harry love, the ones you like and the ones you don’t
Harry Potter was the guy that passed the Auror official test in record time. The one that later on had a flashback in the middle of a raid and almost got everyone killed.
Harry Potter was the man who stayed alone in New Year’s Eve changing napies and falling asleep besides his godson as he burnt in fever.
It was the five year old boy that one day came home from school with a carefully written card he’d dedicated to his aunt on Mother’s Day.
It was the boy who loved to fly. That felt more free in the air than any place on Earth. That enjoyed the breeze against his hair and the feeling of wood under his fingers.
It was the man that spent half a year in muggle parties with his best friend’s sister fucking his way through London. High with the thrill of anonymity and pissed out of his mind.
The person that loved to control, to humiliate and to hurt: The man more scared of his own shadows than he was of any threat out there.
The one that stood in front of Voldemort when he was 17 and killed him like he was born to do so.
Harry Potter was the man scared of dark and cramped spaces. The man that fell apart in his best friends’ arms and sobbed for hours like he couldn’t do anywhere else.
It was the little boy who looked just like his father, that had his mother’s eyes.
It was the man who loved with every fiber of his being, that loved and loved like it was a race, that burned and consumed and desperately wanted to be loved back. It was the man that remembered Molly’s favorite way of taking tea, that visited Goerge on the weekends at the shop. The one that discussed muggle phones with Arthur. It was the man Andy could always remember his daughter with
Harry Potter was the boy that walked to his death on a cool May evening because he loved, and wanted his friends to live and to be happy more than he wanted it for himself.
And so Hermione stroked his hair, and Ron hid his face in the crook of his neck, and so they’d remind him.
I love all of them Harry, each and one of them
You’ve carried enough burdens mate, leave some of them to us alright? We’ll carry them too
Harry Potter was Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley’s best friend. And sometimes, that was enough.
Harry James Potter, Ronald Billius Weasly, and Hermione Jean Granger.
I’ve fallen so stupidly in love with these characters over the past year, it’s crazy. No matter how many new characters appear, how many ships become fan’s favorites, how many times writers decide that Ron was a horrible friend, that Hermione was better off without her boys, that neither of them deserved Harry. Now matter how many years pass, I’ll continue loving these three with the same intensity.
They are human and so impossibly imperfect, but they try their best. They try to be there for each other even when their personalities clash, when they don’t understand the other’s motives. To forgive each other when they fuck up, to console and provide comfort when times are dire. To protect, and defend at any cost. I adore every fic that explores their dynamics and the complex interactions between them.
I adore them. Just them.
And I adore @blvnk-art
Golden Trio
Stop this is so perfect
i have this headcanon (that’s literally my roman empire rn) that harry ron and hermione have a way of instantly calming each other down if one of them is panicking
harry’s the center cus he’s.. got the most issues let’s be honest
but they have a secret hand gesture that they make to the other two when panicking, putting their hand on their chest and rubbing in circles (please in sign)
ron will slide behind harry and wrap his arms around his waist, and hermione will come to his front and bury her head in his neck, and everything else won’t matter anymore
it’s something about ron holding him and hermiones hair being in his face, her scent enveloping his senses and he just feels.. safe. like nothing else matters
his two people are here and everything is going to be okay
sneak peak of this new fic I’m working on hehe:
She was wearing a pink t-shirt that hugged her shoulders tightly but didn’t quite cover her tanned stomach. Her jeans were looser than they’d should’ve been, and her wild hair and sunburned cheeks couldn’t hide the thinness of her face, but she was getting there.
We all were.
Sometimes, we would call her name and she’d look up almost frightened, lost in the memories of cold winter months and grim, bleary walks through the forest.
Those days she’d sneak into our rooms and without saying a word we’d push our beds together to lay down, hugging tightly. She’d pretend Ron and I weren’t coiled around each other before she even knocked, and Ron would pretend she didn’t sigh my name in her sleep as much as she sighed his.
So:
I mostly opened this account to talk about Harry Potter with other fans. I need potterhead friends I’m begging you, take pity on me.
✨ First though, here’s a Marauders playlist:
✨ Profile pic by sophitil
Ok, so a bit about me and this blog’s contents:
✨ We don’t judge here, every ship is welcome
✨But if it’s gay better
✨ I love the golden trio, I won’t stand for ANY kind of SLANDER, not of Ron, not of Hermione, least of all Harry. They are human, and they are good friends with flaws who love each other very much. They are growing up, grieving, taking care of each other and learning about life. I adore their friendship, and fanfics that realistically explore their relationship will always be a soft spot of mine. (wholesome one shot)
✨ Hot take: If you have any fanfic recommendation where they are romantically together (the three of them, as in an actual relationship), I would appreciate it very much
✨ Drarry (please)—I live for Drarry, I breathe, think, dream, eat Drarry 🙏🏻 They’re my babies
✨ Draco Malfoy is a power bottom, fight me
✨ Lily Evans is my queen and goddess
✨ Tomarry? I’M A SLUT FOR TOMARRY (please I need more time travel fanfic recommendations) Some very good ones tho:
Terrible, but Great.
you belong to me (i belong to you).
Of Kings, of Pawns, and of Men. (This one is not time trivel per se but its AMAZING I’m telling ya)
Wear me like a locket around my throat
(all of them are in ao3)
✨ My boy Harry is incredibly underrated on his own book, like...? He is amazing, I love him, I wish him all the happiness in the world. WE NEED MORE FANFICS WHERE ALL HIS MENTAL STRUGGLES AND GRIEVING PROCESSESS ARE PORTRAYED. (He’s gone through so much, I don’t buy the way canon just swept everything under the rug and moved on)
✨ Another soft spot of mine? Fanfics where Harry time travels to a time where his parents are alive or a different dimension all together.
To make it better
Devil’s White Knight
Across the universe
You’re somebody else
(all in ao3 except Across the universe, that’s a short story in fanfic.net)
Other recommendations
✨ My bedtime readings are hardcore Drarry smut with some very questionable dom/sub dynamics. RECOMMENDATIONS PLEASE 🙏🏻
✨ Jegulus (depending on the mood) Jegulily thooo 👀
✨Canon James Potter was a dick, but I forgive him. He did change a bit after Hogwarts, but I keep hoping he would’ve matured more if he’d had the chance to grow up into an actual adult
✨ Aaron Taylor Johnson and every other version of James Potter is mine, no arguments
✨ NO SNAPE SLANDER. He is an amazing character, and a very complex one at that. He is not supposed to be a good person, but a complicated one with a gray set of values. Y’all do not understand that, and I’m tired of watching Marauders stans be so fucking hypocritical when it comes to him.
Crime and Punishment (an amazing severitus fic on ao3)
✨ August, Cardigan and Betty are about these three idiots (Lily, James and Regulus) and you can’t change my mind. If you have any fanfic recs I’m all ears.