Preview: “Hermione,” Ron said somewhat confused. “It’s only our first day. And Flitwick was really impressed with your charmwork . And Snape is a foul git. All my brothers told me so. And I can help you with your flying if you want.”
Hermione’s eyes lit up. “Really? Would you?”
Ron didn’t know where that had come from. His plan had been to avoid Hermione, but she looked genuinely upset and he supposed he couldn’t help himself.
“Sure,” he replied knowing there was no way out now. “We can sneak out to the Pitch after Astronomy class tomorrow.”
“Ron, that’s against the rules!”
Ron rolled his eyes. “Do you want my help with flying?”
Hermione pondered this for a second. “Well, okay. But if we get caught, I’m denying everything.”
Ron shrugged. “We won’t get caught. I’m a pro at sneaking away from adults. Besides half of them will be asleep. And Harry will help, he’s better at sneaking around than I am. And that’s saying something.”
Happy birthday @cheesyficwriter You enjoy breaking our hearts with your angst-filled stories, and I love chatting all things American teen dramas and medical soaps with you. So in tribute to your birthday, I send that angst right back atcha in the form of some Naley-inspired Romione heartbreak (although there’s no rain today). I hope you have a lush day either way xxx
A streak of lightning cracks and fizzles across the sky, illuminating the small village of Ottery St. Catchpole before fading the buildings to inky black and purple shadows once more. The wind picks up along with the rain, howling through the paper-thin walls of Ron’s small townhouse and sending a shiver racing down his back.
The storm shouldn’t affect him this much; thunder and lightning are common at this time of the year, especially over magical towns, when the oppressive humidity of the British early summer mingles with excess magic that buzzes through the air. It makes for impressive views, and usually, he would be out on his small patio with a pint of beer and enjoying it.
But tonight he can’t bring himself to step outside the back door.
His copy of the Daily Prophet falls to his lap as a sense of foreboding drifts over his body. Ron doesn’t believe in hauntings. In his world, ghosts and poltergeists are obvious with their intentions, and the last time he checked, no ghouls resided in the attic. Yet he can’t shake the feeling that something is coming, a paranormal force that is about to turn his world upside down.
A songfic in lyrical form I just had the urge to write after listening to this on repeat the whole day haha hope you like it, I’ll see if I come up with a full on one shot of this storyline sometime hopefully soon ^^
You All Along
It didn’t work out with my lady
We never could get along
One to another retorting
Thinking the other was always wrong
So instead of sitting there sweeping
I checked the paper instead
And written right there all solemn
A tempting offer that read
If you miss feeling that ardor
While drinking some fine champagne
If you want a night to be vulgar
And no longer have to feign
If you enjoy watching a pretty sight
That has your mouth hang agape
Then I’m the one knocking at the door
Answer me and escape
Wanted to forget my lady
And this one was definitely keen
Sounded nothing like my lady
Who always came off all prudish and pristine
So I replied on the paper
And poured all the heart that I had
And never the greatest poet
But still meant all that was said
Yes, I miss feeling that ardor
And not dwell on this pain
I’m not at all into being prude
And I’ll share that champagne
I wanna get to meet you very soon
And something about a red tape
Somewhere in Diagon Alley
Where we both can escape
I waited there as if to elope
And she waltzed in with grace
I knew that smile in an instant
I knew the curve of her face
It was my own brilliant lady
And she said, “I knew it was you”
Then we laughed for a moment
And I said, “Well, I never knew”
“That you missed feeling that ardor
And drinking some damn fine champagne
And pouring all your emotions
While snogging me in the rain
If you enjoy watching the pretty sights
That will have your mouth agape
You’re the lady I’m living for
Come with me and escape”
This is beautiful! Romione snogging in the rain is one of my favorite HC’s
