Previous Chapters

Introduction/Author’s Note/ Chapter 1: The Journey to the Burrow/Chapter 2: Hidden Letters /Chapter 3: Ron’s Return/Chapter 4: Nighttime Conversations / Chapter 5: A Morning Surprise/Chapter 6: The Quidditch Match/Chapter 7: Girl Talk /Chapter 8: Aphrodite’s Push/ Chapter 9: Mistakes and Love Potions/ Chapter 10: You Would Be Fine/ Chapter 11: Spell It Out/Chapter 12: Long Overdue/ Chapter 13: Always Want You

Chapter 14: A Magical End and a New Beginning

When you woke up the next morning, Ron’s arms were wrapped tightly around you and his snores were loud enough to wake the entire Burrow. Giggling at him, you turned around to kiss him on the cheek. At this, he started stirring in his sleep.

“Wake up, Won-Won,” you teased.

Ron groaned sleepily and nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck.

“Never, call me that,” he said, his speech thick from sleep. His morning voice instantly made you feel hot and light headed.

“What would you rather me call you?” you asked, a playful smirk appearing on your lips. “Sweetheart? Lover of mine? Honeykins? Sex Wizard Supreme?”

“My boyfriend will do for now,” he responded, kissing your lips. After a moment he pulled away, pursed his lips and said, “On second thought, I kind of like Sex Wizard Supreme.”

You laughed, playfully nudging him off of you as he tried to kiss you again. In response to this, he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and attacked your neck with thousands of kisses. You were giggling and gasping under your breath when suddenly, Ron’s bedroom door was kicked open. Both of you froze.

In marched Ginny, Hermione, Harry, and the twins.

“I see we’ve come full circle,” Hermione said with a smirk once everyone got a glimpse of you and Ron, tangled in the bed sheets. You self consciously pulled the sheets higher up around your body to cover up for the fact that underneath the red comforter, you were butt-naked.

“Itoldyou this was where she was,” Ginny said, lightly slapping Harry on the shoulder.

Fred made a great deal of dramatically holding his hand out to George, who dug two galleons from his pocket and slapped it into Fred’s open palm. George glared at you for a second, presumably for making him lose his bet, but before long he was back to smiling and joking.

“You’re welcome for those fireworks, mate,” George told Ron. “Without them, I would’ve bet you never would have told y/n you liked her.”

“Bet? Would you like to make another? I could use some extra cash,” Fred said, turning to his twin with a smirk. George responded with an eye roll and a shove to Fred’s shoulder.

“Ron! You never told me you liked y/n!” Harry protested in disbelief. “I’m your best friend,” he added afterwards, obviously a little grumpy that Ron hid this from him.

You felt Ron shrug behind you, his arms still in place on your waist.

“You never told me you fancied my sister,” he responded. His voice was still deep from just waking up and it made you wish everyone would leave the room so you could attend tootheractivities.

Harry’s face turned the color of Ginny’s hair. Ginny, who was now grinning like an idiot.

“Come on then, Harry,” Ginny said, taking him by the hand and pulling him towards the open door. “Ron and y/n had their conversation, now it’s time for ours.”

Once they left, Hermione and the twins stayed grinning at the two of you.

“Get out,” Ron grumbled at them.

“Please,” you added with a sweet smile.

Hermione winked at you as she left. The twins followed, but not before shouting “Use protection! Wrap it before you tap it!”

Ron groaned at their words but you knew he was secretly as excited as you were when his bedroom door slammed shut, leaving you alone.

“So,” you prompted, rolling onto Ron’s stomach. His hands instinctively found their way to your hips, moving up and down the sides of your body, giving you shivers.

“So,” he replied with a smirk.

You leaned down to press your lips against his.

“Whatdoya wanna do on this fine morning?” you asked, mumbling the words against his mouth.

Ron’s hands trailed from your waist downwards, cupping your bare bottom.

“I could think of a few ideas.”

…

After about three rounds of mind-blowing sex, you were reallymaking up for lost time, the two of you headed downstairs for breakfast. Well by now, it would probably be lunch.

Ron had insisted you wear one of his t-shirts, which had been exactly what prompted round number three, so you walked, more like limped(for obvious reasons), down the stairs wearing your jean shorts and his red Chuddley Canons shirt. His hand was pressed against the small of your back to keep you steady and it made you feel warm and fuzzy inside. You wished he would never stop touching you.

“Morning,” George said, lifting his mug of tea and smirking at you.

“Y/n!” Mrs Weasley said, brightening once she saw you. “You missed helping at breakfast this morning, but no matter, please sit down! We’re having sandwiches for lunch.”

You thanked her, sliding into the nearest chair, praying to Merlin she hadn’t noticed the way you were walking. Ron sat beside you and before long, the whole Weasley family was at the kitchen table. Plates of food were passed around and everyone started digging into the meal. Talk at the table was joyful and full, and you couldn’t have been happier. You were sitting around the table with the boy you loved, your best friends, and the nicest family you had ever met. It was in that moment that you realized, this was the happiest you had ever been in your whole life. All thanks to this wonderful summer, you knew more moments like this would happen again.

After lunch, you played a game of Quidditch with the family and after an astounding match (you had scored at least 7 goals) you found yourself under the familiar oak tree, playing wizard’s chess with Ron.

His knight piece had just smashed your pawn into a dozens pieces and you let out a low sigh.

“I’ve never been very good at this game, Quidditch is more my speed,” you admitted.

Ron grinned, happy to have found a game he could beat you at.

“If I let you win will you stay in my room again tonight?” he asked with a giddy look in his eyes.

You laughed, pushing his shoulder. The instant your skin touched his, it was like the same sparks from your first kiss were ignited again. Ron rolled over on top of you, cradling your face with his large hands as he kissed you breathlessly. You couldn’t help the sigh of happiness and love that escaped your lips.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said.

Rolling your eyes, you asked, “Won’t your parents get suspicious?”

Ron shrugged, kissing your left cheek, then your right, and finally your forehead before pulling you into his side. Now you were cuddling under the oak tree, the summer sunshine illuminating his red hair, and you couldn’t have been happier.

“Maybe they will, I dunno. I think they suspected us to be banging for years,” he replied.

“Such romantic word choice,” you quipped with a laugh.

He kissed your shoulder before responding, “Fucking, making love, bumping uglies. Whatever you want to call it, as long as we get to do it again.”

You laughed again and he joined in, the sound like music to your ears.

“I’m serious though,” Ron finally said, turning to you with a much more mature look on his face. “Not just about the sex thing. Even though that isvery good. But I mean in general.” His eyes scanned yours and you had the feeling he was nervous about what he was going to say next.

“In general?” you asked.

He nodded before continuing. “I don’t want this, us, to be a just summer thing. I’ve loved you for years, and I want to keep loving you for years. That means during our last year at Hogwarts, and afterwards.”  

You were stunned by his vulnerability to say that. In response, you kissed him, trying to pour all of the love and words you didn’t know how to articulate into the kiss.

“I want that too. I want you, too. For years to come.”

He grinned at that before repeating, “For years to come,” as he kissed you again. And again. And again.

the end.

Previous Chapters

Introduction/Author’s Note/ Chapter 1: The Journey to the Burrow/Chapter 2: Hidden Letters /Chapter 3: Ron’s Return /Chapter 4: Nighttime Conversations/Chapter 5: A Morning Surprise/ Chapter 6: The Quidditch Match/Chapter 7: Girl Talk/Chapter 8: Aphrodite’s Push/Chapter 9: Mistakes and Love Potions/Chapter 10: You Would Be Fine/Chapter 11: Spell It Out/Chapter 12: Long Overdue 

Chapter 13: Always Want You

Author’s note: okay so this chapter is gonna be a little steamy…pretty much the entire chapter is literally just steam so if you’re not comfortable with that please don’t read this chapter! thanks! :) 

Yourknuckles hovered over the wooden door of Ron’s bedroom. They were shaky, and your heart was beating faster and faster. You had successfully slipped out of Ginny’s room after (of course) gushing to her and Hermione about all the romantic things that Ron had said to you. You were pretty sure they had seen you leave Ginny’s room during the sleepover, but they opted to let you have your fun.

And fun you would have. If only you could work up the courage to knock on the door.

You don’t know why you were nervous. Ron just bared his heart and soul to you outside a few hours ago but now standing at his bedroom door, you were racked with nerves. What if he changed his mind? What if you messed something up? What if you weren’t as good a kisser as he was? Juvenile thoughts, yeah, but everything with Ron was new and exciting, you couldn’t help feeling so inexperienced.

Before you could even decide whether or not to turn around and run back up the stairs, you heard a very familiar squawking noise. Dite. Perfect opportunity, you thought, before knocking on the door

The door swung open before you could even lift your hand away. Your knuckle was frozen there in midair as your gaze met Ron’s. He had changed out of his button-up from the party and was now wearing loose sweat pants and his signature Chudley Cannons t-shirt. Just the sight of him made your head feel woozy and clouded.

“I….uh…heard Dite, so I decided to come check on her,” you said, very awkwardly. Even though you knew how Ron felt about you, and vice versa, you still found yourself at a lost for words standing at his bedroom door. For some reason kissing him now seemed drastically different from kissing him in the garden.

Ron gave you a lazy grin.

“You came just for Dite, huh?” He asked, seeing right through you. Blush spread across your cheeks and you nodded curtly.

Before you could make any more of a fool of yourself, Ron gently clasped his fingers around your wrists and pulled you into the room, promptly shutting the door behind him. He then pushed your back up against the door and kissed you. Surprised, your hands flew to his hair and you deepened the kiss. Even though you had exchanged countless little kisses the entire night (you could barely keep your hands off each other), every single one had felt as passionate and important as the first.

Ron pulled away from you, his grin still playing on his, now chapped, lips.

“Still only here for Dite?” He asked, his eyes joking.

“Definitely,” you responded, taking every ounce of your will power to push away from him rather than wrap your legs around his torso. You walked over to the owl cage in the corner of the room. Inside, standing on straw and looking very smug, was your little friend Dite.

You stroked the top of her feathers with the back of your fingers, smoothing out the black heart on top of her head. While you were distracted by your pet, you felt strong warm arms wrap around your waist from behind. Ron leaned down to rest his chin on your shoulder.

“Do you think she knows? About us?” Ron asked, tilting his head towards the small owl you were petting.

“Oh, definitely. She’s practically screaming ’I told you so!’ right now.”

Ron wrapped his arms tighter around you as he chuckled. Your entire body felt warm with him wrapped around you. Wow, you thought. You could get used to this feeling.

He laughed again, kissing your shoulder while doing it so you felt his hot breath on your bare shoulder. You decided to wear a tank top and pajama pants to meet him tonight, and you were glad you did. His breath directly on your exposed skin was driving you insane.

“What’re you laughing at?” You asked, your fingers moving away from petting Dite and instead landing on his arm. You traced up and down his freckled limb, soaking in every bit of him.

“People always say I’m the dumb one, but I literally bought you an owl named Aphrodite and you still didn’t know how I felt about you,” he said. You could feel his shoulders jostling up and down as he spoke so you knew he was still laughing.  

Rolling your eyes, you turned around in his arms and were now facing him. Your fingers trailed from his biceps up to his neck as you wove your fingers through his orange hair.

“I didn’t want to assume anything,” you defended yourself.

Ron lowered his lips to yours. “I wish you would’ve, then we could’ve done this a lot sooner,” he responded. You could feel the shape of his words barely touching your lips as he spoke against them.

“Done what, exactly?” You asked teasingly.

His lips connected with yours once more and as he kissed you deeply, he slowly walked you back towards his bed.

“This,” he mumbled huskily when your knees hit the edge of the mattress.

Desire pooled into every pore of your body as you laid down on his bed, him hovering above you.

“Some privacy, please?” You said, regarding the birds in the corner of the room. Dite sent a wink in your direction as she flapped out her wings and took flight. As soon as your owls had flown out the open window, you dragged Ron’s face down to yours.

“Kiss me, Weasley,” you breathed.

And kiss you he did.

You thanked your lucky stars you were laying down because if not, your knees would have given out with the intensity of Ron’s kiss. His mouth was hot against yours, his tongue dragging across your bottom lip hungrily. You kissed him back with the same feverish energy, wrapping your leg around his waist in one swift motion. He grunted into the kiss, left hand coming up to tangle in your hair as his right trailed down your body, touching you in places you desperately needed him at. His lips trailed from your mouth to your neck, leaving hot wet kisses along your jaw line.

“Y/n,” he rasped against your skin, making you shudder under him.

Slowly, he kissed from your neck to your collarbone, relishing in the little moans you were emitting. His fingers bunched around the hem of your tank top, his eyes searching yours for permission. You nodded, letting him lift the material and smiling to yourself when he sharply inhaled. You hadn’t worn a bra.

“Decided to keep with tradition, you know?” You joked as his eyes drank in the view of you.

“I love you so damn much,” he said, his hands roaming over your body. His eyes bounced back up to yours and held your gaze. “You look so beautiful like this, all splayed out with your hair messy,” he said. He was looking at you as if you were the most magical thing in the world-and to him you were. Which is saying a lot, because he was a wizard.

“I’m sorry I ran out on you the morning after we slept together,” he blurted out. Wincing, he amended, “I mean not sleep sleep together, but sleeping next to each other, in the same bed, like we did.”

It made your nerves ease when you watched him get flustered around you for once, instead of the other way around.

“Why did you?” You asked.

His hands stalled their trek on your body and moved back to your chin, cupping your face. He did that a lot, holding your face in his hands so gently. It made your heart melt and other parts of you heat up.

“I dunno, I guess I’ve just pictured this moment, right now, what we are doing, for the longest time…and I wanted to act on how I felt so badly that night…but I was too nervous,” he confessed sheepishly.

You propped yourself up on your elbows so you could look him deeper in the eyes.

“Apology accepted. Just don’t run out on me tomorrow morning, okay?”

His breath caught in his throat.

“You want to stay the night? With me? In my bed?” He asked nervously, as if he couldn’t believe his luck.

After glancing down at your bare chest, you looked back up at him.

“Well, obviously,” you joked.

He laughed through a grin and brought his lips to yours, before pushing you back into the pillows. Your head rested on his soft pillows and he kissed you again, making you feel like you were floating. His hands explored your chest while your fingers gripped the ends of his t-shirt, tugging it up slightly.

As if he could read your mind, Ron leaned back, quickly taking off his shirt and casting it away. Instantly, you attacked his shoulders and collarbones with hot, open mouthed kisses. You kissed every freckle, every mole, and every muscle on his chest.

Once you felt satisfied, you made your way back up to his lips, attaching yourself to them like they were water and you were dying of thirst. Ron eased you back to the pillows once more as his lips started kissing and sucking at the crook of your neck. You pressed you face into his red hair, the smell of cinnamon and apple filling your nose. He licked a particularly sensitive spot on your neck and you groaned, back arching.

Ron’s fingers reached the drawstring of your pants, and he pulled away to look you in the eyes.

“Are you sure you want to do this? Because we can wait if you want,” he rushed, his words tripping over one another.

You pulled him back into a kiss, breathing through it, “Ron, I want this, I want you, as long as you do too.”

“I’ll always want you,” he replied.

His fingers dipped below your waistband. They immediately found their way to your core and you moaned louder than you expected, heat rushing to your face.

“Alright there, love?” Ron asked with a smug grin.

“Perfect,” you replied, moaning again, not really caring about how desperate you must have seemed in the moment.

The rest of the night was filled with the same rhythm, kissing and asking permission and unabashedly showing each other how badly you wanted one another.

This lasted for quite some time, but by the time Dite and Pig had flown back into the room, you and Ron were cuddling together, out of breath, legs tangled up in the sheets.

“Hello,” you greeted your owl. She gave you an approving nod before nestling into the straw of her cage, soundly falling asleep.

You turned your attention to the red haired boy laying next to you, his arms wrapped tightly around you. His eyelids were heavy, and you could tell he was just as tired as you were. Taking out years worth of pent up desire and lust really tires a person out.

Ron pressed his lips against your mouth, your temple, your cheek, all the while mumbling “I love you,” against your lips, again and again and again.

You fell asleep to that mantra, heart full, hair a mess, and absolutely, blissfully in love.

Previous Chapters

Introduction/Author’s Note/Chapter 1: The Journey to the Burrow /Chapter 2: Hidden Letters /Chapter 3: Ron’s Return/Chapter 4: Nighttime Conversations/ Chapter 5: A Morning Surprise/Chapter 6: The Quidditch Match /Chapter 7: Girl Talk/Chapter 8: Aphrodite’s Push/ Chapter 9: Mistakes and Love Potions/Chapter 10: You Would Be Fine

Chapter 11: Spell It Out

It was the night of Percy’s birthday party and you had successfully avoided Ron the entire day. It wasn’t difficult to do, considering the fact that everyone was so hectic and busy running around to complete Percy’s demanding orders. He was usually uptight, but the stress of his work friends and boss attending his party had him so wound up you were afraid he was going to snap in two.

Not ready to face Ron after your screaming match last night, you stuck by Hermione and Ginny’s side the entire day as everyone prepared for the party. You also avoided Bill too, just in case Ron was still jealous enough to make a scene. You didn’t want any more emotional outbursts for a while. You were a little worn out from those this summer.

Now you stood next to the large oak tree, you had come to call it your tree ever since you snuck out at night to sit by it, and observed the party. Wizards in capes and tunics milled about, mingling with one another while sipping the punch Mrs Weasley had made. A laugh bubbled out of you as you remembered the verbal whipping she had given Fred and George when the twins tried to spike the punch with their newest prank concoction.

“It’s a nice night, isn’t it?” A velvet voice asked you. Turning around, you were met with the smiling eyes of Penelope Clearwater, Percy’s girlfriend. You had seen her around school before she graduated, and she was really smart. She was top of her class in Ravenclaw, and her straight black hair framed her delicate features nicely. She was really pretty and you were surprised she was with someone as irritating as Percy.

“It’s wonderful,” you replied, turning back to admire the decorations of the night. Your muggle Christmas lights were a huge hit, and you watched as Ministry officials stepped closer to the bulbs to inspect them further. Everyone looked in awe of them. The night was perfect summer weather. It was warm enough that people could wear dresses but not too hot that those in long capes got too overheated.

You toyed with the hem of your dress absentmindedly. Since you hadn’t brought any fancy clothes with you from home, Ginny had lent you one of her dresses. Ginny hated wearing dresses, “How can I play Quidditch in a dress?” she used to complain to her mom, but Mrs Weasley still made or bought a couple of them for her. You were glad she did, because the white dress you were wearing right now was stunning. Although you were a little taller than Ginny, the dress fit like a glove. It had a delicate lace neckline with matching short sleeves and came down to right above your kneecaps. When you had walked out of Ginny’s closet to show her your outfit, she had grinned and said, “Ron doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

Sighing as your brain yet again wandered to the redheaded boy, you turned to Penelope to take your mind off of him. You chatted with her for a few minutes about her work, and she was surprisingly a lot more interesting than Percy made her out to be. She was intelligent and passionate about her work, and pretty soon you and her began talking like old friends.

“It was really nice of you to help Percy plan for this party,” she said, giving you a warm smile that almost made you forget all of your current boy troubles. “He appreciates it, even if he can’t find the words to tell you. I know he can be a bit uptight sometimes, but he’s really a good guy. I’m so thankful for him.”

When Penelope talked about Percy, her eyes lit up and her elegant smile grew.

“You must really love him, huh?” You asked her. Your heart ached because you knew what it was like to care for someone that much. At least Percy loved her back.

She nodded. “I wasn’t really expecting to. At first we were kind of in competition with one another, to see who would be the best Prefect. But then feelings developed, and everything changed.” She laughed to herself and said, “sometimes, love happens unexpectedly.”

“That’s what Mrs Weasley told me,” you commented, remembering your conversation in the kitchen.

Penelope raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow at you. “You get love advice often from your boyfriend’s mother?” she asked jokingly.

Not even bothering to hide your blush, you replied, “He’s not my boyfriend.” But oh Merlin, you wished he was.

“Really?” she asked, the moonlight illuminating her perfect features. “Huh, from the way you two acted back at Hogwarts, I would have thought you’d been in love for years.”

Only one of us, you thought.

After chatting with Penelope a little bit more, you both made your way back to the party when dessert was served. Ice cream, tarts, and chocolate cake greeted you when you walked up to the dessert table. Your brain was so distracted by all of the delicious food that you barely noticed Bill walking up next to you.

“Hi y/n,” he said as you spooned some ice cream into a bowl. You smiled politely at him as he made a bowl for himself.

“Hello,” you said, topping your dessert off with sprinkles and chocolate sauce and whipped cream. Mrs Weasley really made the best food of all time. You were going to miss her cooking when the summer was over. Thinking about the end of summer sent a pang of sadness throughout your body. Although the summer had been fun, it was winding to an end and your last year of Hogwarts would be soon. You were going to miss your friends and the Weasley family.

Bill followed you to an empty table and you both sat down, immediately digging into your ice cream. Neither of you spoke as the next few minutes were reserved for devouring the delicious food. After you had both finished, Bill looked up at you and chuckled.

“What?” you asked defensively. It seemed like he was laughing at you.

“You got a little something right there,” he said, motioning towards the corner of your mouth.

Embarrassed, you swiped at your mouth, but Bill kept chuckling.

“Here, I got it,” he said, reaching across the table to wipe the extra ice cream off your mouth with his napkin. He was so close you could smell that pine-needle scent on him. His eyes met yours and you tried to steady your breathing. This felt wrong, you thought. I want this to be somebody else.

“Thanks,” you replied, leaning back in your chair to put some space between you.

Bill nodded, folding the napkin casually before dropping it in his lap.

“You’re really over me, aren’t you?” He asked. At the same time the words left his lips, your eyes caught on the sight of a lanky ginger boy stealing ice cream from Harry’s bowl when his head was turned. Your stomach flipped at just the sight of Ron.

“Yeah, I am,” you responded, still not looking away from the boy you loved.

You heard Bill standing before you saw him getting up from the table.

“You should tell Ron,” he said.

“Tell him what?” you asked, forgetting how clever Bill was. He gave you a knowing smile before speaking again.

“If someone loved me as fiercely as you two love each other, I would sure as hell fight for it.”

And just like that, Bill walked away, towards a blonde girl you recognized as Fleur Delacour from the Triwizard tournament. You had no idea why she was attending Percy Weasley’s birthday party, but Bill introduced himself to her anyway.

With Bill gone, you were alone with your thoughts. Bill had said “as you two love each other,” implying that Ron felt the same way. Although you were almost certain Ron didn’t love you back, Bill’s words gave you a new sense of hope. A fire ignited in your heart as you looked back at Ron, who was joking and goofing around with Harry. That boy, however flawed and imperfect he was, was the one you loved. You couldn’t just give him up because you had one disagreement.

“I would sure as hell fight for it.”

Maybe that’s all you and Ron needed, just one of you to build the courage to fight for the other. It was there, standing under the stars and twinkling lights of the summer night, that you decided that person was going to be you. You weren’t going to sit around, crying for a boy to want you. Instead, you stood up and made your way over to Ron. You had held your love for him in your heart for so long, it was time to finally let it free and tell him.

As you walked across the grass yard towards him, Harry and Hermione saw you approaching and left. Bless them for being such good friends. Now Ron was alone and he looked up at you from across the sea of moving bodies and lights. His eyes met yours with a smile, and your heart threatened to beat out of your chest. He was looking at you differently, you realized. Maybe it was the dress that fit you so well, maybe it was the moonlight shining on your skin, or maybe it was just years of longing and desire building up to this very moment. Because as you walked towards him, Ron thought, “There’s my love.”

You weren’t aware of what Ron was thinking but you knew he was in a significantly different mood from the last time you spoke. By now, you were almost at Ron’s table, and he stood up quickly to greet you, knocking a couple spoons off the table in his haste.

“Hi,” you said shyly, tucking your hair behind your ear when you were a couple feet from him.

His eyes glanced up and down your figure and he before he could think, he blurted out, “You look beautiful.”

You couldn’t tell whose cheeks turned redder, yours or his. But in that moment you didn’t really care, all you cared about was coming over here to tell him the truth of how you felt.

“I have something to tell you,” you started. “I-”

An explosive BOOMricocheted into the night sky, cutting off your words. Everyone looked around them in surprise, and a second later another BOOMechoed, followed by a loud CRACKas fireworks were released into the sky.

“Welcome to Fred and George’s Magical Firework Extravaganza! Please enjoy the show!” you heard the twins voices magically project throughout the garden. At their words, more fireworks erupted in the sky, vibrant colors of blue and red painting the dark backdrop. They were so loud that you knew your chance to tell Ron that you loved him would have to wait until later, when it was quieter. In the meantime, you were going to enjoy the show.

Scooting next to Ron, you both leaned against the table together, your faces angled up to watch the sky. Firework after firework was released, each more intense than the last. Before you could even wonder what made their fireworks different from muggle fireworks, you received your answer.

One firework spiraled up into the air and exploded into a large green dragon. It swam through the stars before opening it’s mouth to breath fire. But instead of fire coming out, orange and red sparkly figures danced out of the beast’s mouth. At first you thought they were leprechauns, similar to the ones at the Quidditch World Cup show. But upon closer inspection, you started to recognize the figures.

“That’s us! That’s our family!” Ron said, his voice giddy with childlike excitement.

Leading the pack of orange figures made up of the firework trails and sparks was Fred and George, clad in the silly three piece suit that they had teased Percy about so relentlessly. Next came sparks in the shape of Mr and Mrs Weasley, walking hand and hand with one another. The rest of the family followed in age order; Bill, Charlie, Percy (who was wearing a large IT’S MY BIRTHDAY button), Ron, and then Ginny. After them followed Hermione, Harry, you, and Penelope. You laughed up at the firework version of yourself, beyond amazed at the magic it must have taken to make this special show.

Suddenly, you felt a pang of fear. The memory of Fred and George saying, “the fireworks are nonrefundable, we have to use them,” and “we thought you would have told Ron how you felt by the time of Percy’s party.” Oh no, you realized. You were too late. You closed your eyes and cringed as you thought about what was about to happen next.

As soon as you opened your eyes, you saw all the firework figures doing a line dance and kicking in time with one another. Everyone in the garden was laughing, clapping, and cheering for the show.

Then, pink firework hearts exploded into the sky. Here it comes, you thought.

In a giant red heart, the figures of Penelope and Percy emerged, holding hands and walking together. Laughter filled the garden as everyone enjoyed the cheesy display. Looking over at Percy, you were expecting him to be embarrassed by Fred and George’s show. Instead, he smiled wide, simply wrapping his arm around Penelope and planting a kiss on her cheek.

Next, Mr and Mrs Weasley emerged from the heart, waltzing with one another through the sky. People cheered and awed at their dance. You looked over at the real Mr and Mrs Weasley and your heart warmed as you saw Mr Weasley sweep up his wife in a goofy manner, beginning to waltz her through the garden just like in the sky.

Following them in the sky came Harry and Ginny. Everyone laughed when Ginny’s figure scooped Harry up bridal style and kissed him on the lips. Fake smoke erupted from Harry’s firework ears as he kissed her back. So I guess you and Ron weren’t the only ones the twins would tease about their love life. You glanced over at the real Ginny and Harry, laughing as you saw Ginny slapping her knees from laughing so hard. Harry stood next to her, his face as red as the fireworks.

After their figures left the sky, you knew what was coming.

“You don’t think they’re gonna…” Ron started, his voice sounding shocked.

“Yes, I think they are,” you responded, equally as stunned at Fred and George’s antics.

And then there you were. Yours and Ron’s firework figures were running through the heart together, your hair whipping behind you in a beautiful display of orange and red sparks. Your heart stopped when you saw Firework Ron turning to Firework y/n, dipping her low into a stereotypically cheesy pose, and kissing her. The garden erupted into even louder cheers and laughter. Fred and George were smiling and giving you double thumbs up from across the garden.

You couldn’t help it, you laughed along with them. It was so ridiculous, that everyone knew how you and Ron felt about each other all these years, everyone except the two of you. It took Fred and George literally having to spell it out in the summer night sky for you to realize that maybe Ron did feel the same way.

You turned from watching the sky to Ron, still laughing, and noticed he wasn’t looking at the fireworks. He was looking at you. He was looking at you like you were the most important thing in the summer night, nevermind the fact that there was a grand firework special going on behind him.

Before you knew what was happening, Ron had grabbed your hand and was dragging you towards the oak tree on the side of the house. Since everyone had gathered in the garden to watch the fireworks, the tree was well away from the others and it was significantly quieter. Your heart was beating so loud you were sure it was just as loud as the booms of the fireworks. The show continued in the sky as Ron led you to the tree, not releasing your hands until your back was pressed against the hard bark of the oak.

“Y/n,” he whispered, leaning closer and closer to you. His hands slipped out of yours as he reached up to cup the sides of your face.

“I have something to tell you,” he breathed, his eyes glancing from your lips to your eyes.

You held your breath, heart hammering against your ribcage, as you waited for the words you had been dying to hear for years.

Previous Chapters

Introduction/Author’s Note/Chapter 1: The Journey to The Burrow/Chapter 2: Hidden Letters

Chapter 3: Ron’s Return

The next couple days at The Burrow were some of your favorite days ever spent. You awoke every morning to the smell of bacon and eggs cooking downstairs and spent the majority of your days around magic. Every afternoon, you and Ginny would get together and complete your school work together, just like you used to at Hogwarts. It was a bit more difficult to stay focused without Hermione around, you and Ginny kept getting sidetracked with talk about Quidditch, but you managed to get some work done.

After your dinner in the garden, you spent the rest of your afternoon in the living room talking with Mr Weasley. He was fascinated by muggles and you were more than happy to indulge him and answer all of his questions. You explained the difference between a light switch and an outlet, and even told him about how your television works.

Whenever you were in the living room, you felt your gaze wonder to the clock hanging on the wall. Ron’s hand was still pointing towards “Diagon Alley” and you were starting to wonder why he was shopping for so long.

Pushing the thought out of your mind, you directed your attention back to Mr Weasley.

“Do you have any muggle pets, y/n? What are they like?” He asked. You smiled as you saw the pencil next to him jotting down notes onto a pad of paper. Mr Weasley treated your conversations like an interview, wanting to remember everything you said. He was a sweet man, as all of the Weasleys were, so you didn’t mind spending hours chatting with him.

“I guess the pets are sort of the same in the muggle world and wizarding world. I had a couple of goldfish when I was younger but I kept overfeeding them so my parents gave them away. Then I had a dog named Benji, but he now lives with my cousins because my family travels so much. And then my last pet was Celeste, but she died last spring,” you told him.

The thought of Celeste made your good spirits sink a little. You had first met your snowy white cat in Diagon Alley when you were shopping for your first year at Hogwarts. It was difficult to navigate the streets of the busy wizarding shopping centre with two muggle parents, but they were kind enough to offer to buy you a pet for school.

Celeste had been the best pet you’d ever had. Unlike your boring goldfish, she was rather affectionate and could understand you well. She would cuddle onto your lap while you studied and bite at the ankles of classmates you didn’t like. While at Hogwarts, she reminded you of home, and while back in London, she reminded you of your magical school.

Sadly, you hadn’t realized that when you bought her in first year, she was already pretty old. Last year at school she started limping and moving slower than usual. Within a couple of months, she had passed away. It still made you sad to think about so you brought your attention back to Mr Weasley.

“So yeah, I suppose most of the pets are pretty similar. Except, muggles normally don’t keep rats as pets,” you explained with a laugh. Mr Weasley smiled, thanked you for talking with him, and then excused himself to finish up some work in the shed outside.

You hadn’t realized how long you were talking because when you looked outside, it was already dark.  Your eyes found their way to the clock again, forgetting it didn’t actually tell the time, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw Ron’s hand was now pointing at “home.”

Standing up quickly, you brushed down your hair frantically, though you weren’t sure why. Ron had seen you at your worst, messy and covered in mud after many Quidditch matches, so you didn’t really have a reason to try to straighten your appearance out now. You sighed to yourself, your crush on him was really starting to make your head spin.

Just then, you heard the backdoor close behind you and you turned around. Standing there, clad in a familiar maroon jumper, was Ron. He looked slightly older than the last time you saw him when leaving Platform 9 and ¾, but that was only a few weeks ago. When your eyes met each others, his face broke out into a wide grin, and he took three long strides towards you before wrapping you into a tight hug.

“Y/n! I’m so glad you’re here,” he said through the hug. You wrapped your arms around his torso, and let yourself be engulfed in his embrace. He was much taller than you so your face was buried in his shoulder. He smelled like cinnamon and apples, just the same as his room.

“Thanks for letting me stay. I think I would’ve gone mad being cooped up in my empty house all summer,” you said once he let go of the hug.

“I think you’re already a bit mad for agreeing to spend the next few months with my hectic family, but whatever suits you,” he said, nudging your side.

You smiled as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and walked you outside.

“Where is everyone? I thought I would make it back in time for dinner,” he asked, a slight frown on his face when he saw the empty tables outside. You couldn’t blame him, his mom’s cooking was so good that you would be disappointed to miss it too.

“Won Won!” Two voices in unison came from above you. Looking up, you saw Fred and George leaning their heads out of their bedroom window, sly grins on their faces. Ron’s arm slowly slipped from your shoulder and you felt your smile falter.

“Come on up here, we’ve got a surprise for you two lovebirds,” George said with a wink. The twins had taken to calling you that two years ago when they decided to forever torment you about your love life. Much to Ron’s ex-girlfriend Lavender’s dismay, they continued calling you that even when he was dating someone. You were comforted to see that Ron’s cheeks were tinted the same color as his hair at the mention of the nickname.

As you walked up the countless stairs to the twin’s room, you and Ron caught up with one another. It was easy to feel relaxed with him and soon the awkwardness from outside seemed to disappear. You were back to being best friends again, and nothing could make you happier. Well, maybe you’d be happier if he was more than your best friend…

Not bothering to knock once you reached the landing with the twin’s door, Ron pushed the door open. That probably wasn’t the smartest idea because he was immediately hit in the face with a jet of purple sparks.

“Ow,” he said, his voice nasally as he held the bridge of his nose where the sparks had hit him.

“Sorry, mate. Better knock next time. We’d never barge into your room without warning,” George said as he pulled both of you into the room and closed the door.

“Yeah, you could have a pretty lady in there, we wouldn’t want to interrupt,” Fred continued, winking at you.

You swatted his shoulder as you stalked past them, towards the pile of what looked like fireworks in the corner of their room.

“Is this what you wanted to show us? Fireworks?” You asked.

The twins then launched into a detailed story of how these weren’t just any fireworks. They told you about how they bought them off a wizard in a pub and how they were special for Percy’s birthday in August.

“Special how?” you asked suspiciously. It was common for the twins to poke fun at their prim and uptight brother, but you were sure they wouldn’t do anything too drastic.

“That’s a surprise that you will see on August 22nd. We are throwing him a birthday party, even inviting his girlfriend, so it will be the perfect place to showcase the fireworks,” George explained.

“Then why call us up here if you aren’t even going to tell us what they bloody do?” Ron asked with an annoyed voice, still nursing his bruised nose.

The twins turned to him quickly, “We wanted to talk to y/n. Now please get out.” They ushered him to the door, with annoyed protest from Ron.

“Come on! I just got to see y/n!” He complained, as they promptly shut the door in his face.

“You’ll see her tomorrow!” Fred yelled, “Also, y/n has been staying in your room so you have to sleep on the couch downstairs. Goodnight Won Won!”

The sound of Ron’s disgruntled steps retreating to the bottom floor of the house filled your ears.

“What is it?” you asked the twins impatiently, your bad temper reflecting Ron’s.

“Have you told him yet?” George asked. “You know, about your massive heart-wrenching crush on him?”

You glared at them as you sat on the windowsill. “No, and maybe I would’ve if two hooligans such as yourselves weren’t shouting at us out of the window!”

The twins nodded, “Fair enough,” they said together.

“Just make sure you tell him before Percy’s birthday party, eh?” George said, his voice sounding guilty.

“Why?” you asked, your suspicion about the fireworks returning.

“No reason at all,” he replied curtly. Then they quickly started shoving you out of the room.

“Sweet dreams!” They said together, before shutting the door in your face. You pressed your ear to the wood, hearing low whispers exchanged between them but you couldn’t make any of their words out.

Sighing with annoyance, you walked up the stairs to Ron’s room. You felt slightly guilty for staying in his room while he slept in the couch downstairs, but he did arrive late at night so you didn’t really have time to discuss sleeping arrangements.

Once you arrived at his room, you closed the door and flopped down on the bed. You were exhausted from the day, and as you changed into pajamas and crawled under the covers, your mind drifted once again to the box of letters under the nightstand. Should you ask Ron about the letters? Or would he get mad that you were snooping in his room? Deciding to leave this dilemma for tomorrow, you shut your eyes and tried to get some sleep.

Chapter 11 ~ TRUSTS TO MEND

Petrichor- Ignis Aurum Probat || Hermione x Slytherin! Fem! Reader.

Y/n pinched the bridge of her nose and exhaled deeply, waiting for Scylla to catch up before both of them went to the great hall for dinner. 

The best friends ate silently as the rest of the Inquisitorial Squad boasted about busting the D.A and getting them into detention. 

“ Y/l/n, celebrate with us. You too, Vervain. What’s got you two so glum?” Blaise asked, noticing they were the only ones who weren’t joining in on their party. 

Y/n just smiled slightly, making some excuse about a headache to get Blaise off her head. 

Once his attention was diverted, Scylla spoke up,” Pink Toad is really testing the limits isn’t she?”  

Y/n jaws tensed, trying not to punish the poor cutlery in her hands,” When is she not, honestly.”

“Still, banning any issues of the Quibbler is just insane. And quite desperate.” 

Y/n hummed before something struck her. She smirked as Scylla brought that topic into light,” Then that means we are doing something right after all. If she’s getting desperate, that means she’s threatened…”

Scylla seemed to catch on her train of thought, a sly grin appearing on her face,”… and once she makes this ban, more people are going to believe Potter’s story since no one likes Umbridge to begin with at all.”

“Exactly” 

“Huh. How the tables have turned. And to think it’s her who’s bringing this upon herself.” Scylla chuckled under her breath,” So you going to tell Granger about this happy news?”

It seemed like Y/n had momentarily forgotten about the arrangement to meet her girlfriend, but no one could really blame her. Listening to Umbridge was guaranteed to fry most of your brain cells off. 

“Please don’t tell me you forgot.”

“Uhm…no of course not. I was just thinking about something else.” Y/n lied, quite terribly. Scylla just hummed in apprehension before letting it rest.

Later that night, near midnight the H/c girl sneaked out of her dormitory and left for the astronomy tower.

Once she reached the door, narrowly avoiding getting caught by Filch, she cast the silencing spell under her breath, before making her way up the tiny staircase. 

Upon seeing the brunette already present, she feared she might have been late,” Have you been waiting long?”

Hermione turned around, giving a small smile, eyes still distant thinking about something,” No. Just arrived.”

Quietly sighing in relief, the Slytherin walked up to her and tried to see what had the Gryffindor princess so riled up.

After a couple minutes of silence, her patience had worn thin,” Are we going to converse or just keep stargazing?” 

“ Stargazing seems pretty romantic, don’t you think?” Hermione slightly smiled before sighing,” but maybe that could wait for a while.” 

She sat down, patting the spot beside her for the other girl to sit as well before she began,” Are you mad I told them?” 

The (y/h/c) girl gave it a thought, analyzing what she felt before looking up,” I don’t think I’m mad. I am quite…surprised, for the lack of a better word. I thought you wanted to keep it to yourself for a bit longer, the last time we talked?” 

Hermione could see the questions swimming behind her girlfriend’s eyes and again felt guilty about the reason she had revealed their secret in the first place,” I-…well yes. I did.”

She gulped before averting her eyes towards the ceiling, not having the courage to look at the Slytherin who’s trust she had been slowly gaining,” I’m really sorry Y/n.” 

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and concern, her hand gently taking hold of the Gryffindor’s and squeezing it,” About what? What’s going on?” 

“ You had disappeared. I didn’t know what to think. I couldn’t find you anywhere and even Scylla didn’t seem to know and then you lied to me about where you were going to and -”

“Princess, slow down” Y/n calmed the bookworm, trying to make sense of her ramble,” What are you getting at?” 

Hermione finally met her gaze before whispering,” I slipped up about our relationship because i was ..I was getting worried that you might’ve been the reason we got..caught” 

Her voice had died down by the time she finished her sentence and Y/n wouldn’t have even heard it entirely if it wasn’t for the pin-drop silence that surrounded them. 

Her hand slowly left the Gryffindor’s, processing what was just said,” You still don’t trust me…”

Hermione tried to desperately explain, not wanting to lose the Slytherin,” No! No, I don’t even know if I truly believed it but it just kept plag-”

Y/n held up her hand, not wanting to hear anything more . She took a deep breath, trying to stabilize her emotions before she got up to leave.

Hermione followed her till the door and grabbed her wrist,” Y/n listen! I really didn’t-”

“It still plagued you enough to slip, Hermione” Y/n finally said, her voice surprisingly calm,” It riled you up enough to get consumed by it. Doesn’t that say enough about the trust you have in me.” 

She turned around slightly,” I don’t think this” she gestured towards them,” will work if we didn’t even trust each other to a decent amount.”

Not being able to believe what the Slytherin was suggesting, she uttered the first thing that came to her mind,” Well, if you tried being a bit more honest, maybe I wouldn’t have such doubts!” 

Y/n silently gasped at the accusation before turning around to face the Gryffindor, eyes blazing,” I have been nothing but honest with you Granger!”

“Then why won’t you tell me where you have been!?” 

“Because I made a promise not to!” 

Hermione inhaled sharply,” Does that promise mean more to you than I do? Can’t you even trust me to keep a secret for you?” 

Y/n screwed her eyes shut, thinking her words through before replying,” I have more respect for the person I made this promise to. It is not trust, it’s about keeping my word. “ 

She opened her eyes, her gaze cold,” I told you I’d tell you when I could. I never refused.” 

She turned to leave again before stopping to say one last thing,” It would be better if we didn’t meet anymore. Goodnight, Princess.” 

 ***

 Y/n sat in front of the fireplace, eyes staring into the void as the memory of a couple hours ago kept playing in her head. 

It might’ve been around two in the morning but she couldn’t bring herself to fall asleep. It helped that they didn’t have any classes the next day, she could sleep in and avoid interacting with people.

Who was I trying to fool? This was never going to last. Nothing good ever does.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t notice she wasn’t the only one in the common room. 

His voice brought her out of her trance,” You sneaked out?” 

She looked behind her to find Blaise sitting at one of the desks in the room, finishing his assignment. She looked confused as to who he was addressing before her eyes fell on the frozen figure near the door. 

Scylla slowly turned towards him, eyes flitting to Y/n for a second before going back to him,” Uh……yes. As you can clearly see. Why ask the obvious?” 

Y/n and Scylla looked in apprehension at Blaise, who just stared right back at them before shrugging,” I don’t care what you’ve been up to , if that’s why you are worried. Pretty sure snogging someone. “

He smirked when he saw Scylla’s face change the slightest bit of red. He gathered his stuff and bid them goodnight in the next couple minutes.

Y/n went back to staring at the fire, avoiding Scylla’s eyes. 

That turned out to be a mistake seeing how her not meeting her best friend’s eyes only confirmed to Scylla that something was wrong.  

But Scylla didn’t approach her and continued towards her room. Y/n was quite surprised, having expected quite a nagging from the raven haired girl. 

And she wasn’t wrong, because in the next few minutes she was met with someone bumping something cold on her shoulder, jolting her out of her thoughts.

She turned around to find a bottle of firewhiskey being handed to her, Scylla bringing two glasses to fill for them both. 

After both of them had a filled glass in hand, Y/n looked at the girl in question.

Scylla rolled her eyes,” I have a couple bottles stacked in my trunk. Sneaked them from home.” she trained her eyes onto the (y/h/c) girl,” You look like you need it.” 

Y/n chuckled dryly before taking a huge sip, instantly gagging slightly. Scylla laughed,” You aren’t supposed to chug it, you git.”

Silence followed after, nothing much was said, just the clunks of glasses hitting the table being heard. 

“So are we just going to sit in silence and drink the night away?” Scylla asked, her words slurring just a tad bit. When she was met with a quiet but tired look from Y/n she continued,” not like i have any issues with that. We can totallyyyy just drink throughout  the night.”

She took it as a win when Y/n gave her the slightest bit of a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“We broke up.” 

It was whispered so faintly that Scylla didn’t catch it,” You better speak up if you expect me to hear it” 

“ We- I think we broke up.” 

It took Scylla an entirety of three whole minutes to actually process what was said,” I’m sorry but WHAT!?”

“Shush!!!” Y/n shushed her loudly,” You are going to get us caught. And I’m the prefect here, I’ll be in more trouble!”

Scylla took another sip, trying to steady herself before asking again,” You broke up?”

When Y/n just shrugged and continued drinking her alcohol, Scylla stood up and marched towards the door.

“Where are you going at this hour?” 

“To give Granger a piece of my mind.”

Y/n sputtered out a bit of her drink,” It’s nearly three in the morning!” 

That seemed to stop the other Slytherin who took a moment to think things a bit more through before taking her seat back, not ceasing to grumble. Y/n bit her bottom lip,” And well…I was the one who broke up. How are you going to give her your piece of mind?” 

Scylla instantly turned towards her, speaking dangerously low,” You broke up with her?” 

She narrowed her eyes in anger when Y/n nodded,” If you are going to go on another spiel about this not working out because of your family, Merlin have mercy, I will kill you.” 

Y/n clicked her tongue as she turned back to the fireplace,” No, though I guess that would’ve happened soon enough.”

She turned around in annoyance when a cushion hit her head,” Well then don’t leave me suspense. Tell me what happened.” 

After finishing her glass, Y/n relented and told her about everything that had transpired in the Astronomy Tower. And she wouldn’t be wrong to conclude Scylla was angrier than she was in the beginning. 

“Wow! You haven’t told me where you were either and it’s not like I stopped trusting you because of that!” 

Y/n didn’t have much to say to that so she let Scylla grumble for a bit longer before trying to calm her down. 

It took a bit of convincing but Scylla finally relented and granted her best friend’s wish on not hunting down the Gryffindor and creating a scene. 

A somber atmosphere filled the Slytherin common room as the hours passed by.

They continued to drink for some more time before Scylla spoke up,” What do you think you want to do after this entire thing is finished and the upcoming war is over?” 

Y/n lethargically blinked,” That’s out of nowhere. First and foremost would be leaving my household.”

Both shared a quiet chuckle,” Yes, please”.

Y/n thought a bit more before answering,” I think I’d like to be a healer. Or an Auror. That would be cool.” 

“An auror would suit you, yeah” Scylla nodded before Y/n directed the question towards her,” Me? Hm. Honestly, I can’t see past the war for now. Probably because we were born at a time where war is all we’ve known in a way I guess…” 

“I wouldn’t blame you on that.” 

“I’m still hunting down Granger tomorrow”

“I know.” 

*** 

The next morning was less chaotic than Y/n had expected it to be. 

Somehow Scylla had resorted to only death-glaring the brunette instead of marching up to her and causing all of Hogwarts to know their business. Could’ve had something to do with Rae giving her some talk before breakfast, but whatever it was, she was thankful. 

The first class that morning was with Umbridge. Y/n regretted not bringing a flask of firewhiskey because she knew she could not handle the toad without punching someone, in the current state that she was in. 

Nevertheless, it seemed like the Weasley twins took the role of the firewhiskey because they definitely made her entire day with their pranks.

It was the most she had laughed in a while as she watched Umbridge stutter and stammer and utterly fail to control the firecrackers. 

She was also amongst the crowd of the students who were at the balcony, watching the twins fly away from the prison that Hogwarts had become.

Good for them… 

***

“You have some nerve coming up to me” Scylla snarked, eyes not wavering from the Gryffindor who couldn’t seem to hold the same eye contact. 

“I can’t believe you roped my girlfriend into this as well” Scylla went on when the brunette couldn’t seem to speak up,” The only reason I haven’t left yet is because I am curious about what prompted you to corner me in this classroom. So speak.”

Hermione narrowed her eyes at the tone used but chose not to comment on it,” I gather that Y/n has told you about what happened the other night.” 

Scylla didn’t answer and the brunette took that as an affirmation,” Was this some kind of a sick joke to her?” 

Hermione internally cursed herself for asking that when she saw Scylla’s eyes widen before blazing with something akin to anger,” If you are here to bloody shit on her, I suggest you stop right now before I do something that will make me end up in detention.” 

Scylla made a move to leave when Hermione spoke up again,” Wait!” She sighed,” If this was all serious and no joke, why won’t she trust me enough to let me know what’s going on?” 

Scylla turned back around and looked the Gryffindor up and down before answering,” If it wasn’t a joke to you, why won’t you trust her enough to let her keep secrets?” 

The Slytherin raised an eyebrow when Hermione fell silent. 

“You aren’t an authority she answers to Granger. Remember that.” 

“Do you know?” Hermione asked after a beat, just as Scylla was out the door of the classroom. The Slytherin stopped midway and her answer was a kick to Gryffindor’s gut.

” No. But I don’t abandon people for things they aren’t ready to tell”.

*** 

Y/n was about to leave McGonagall’s class when the said professor interrupted her,” Hope you continue to work hard Ms. Y/l/n. You’ve made really good progress and I would suggest you maintain and push forward”.

The glint in the professor’s eyes had more meaning than what was spoken out and Y/n was able to grasp that quite well.

“And please, do give yourself a sufficient amount of rest”. 

Y/n gave the older witch a weak smile, before making her way back to the dorms.

I wish it was that easy Professor… 

***

“Hermione, what’s up with Slytherin’s best friend glaring at you all week?” Ron asked as he stuffed his face with chicken. 

Harry scrunched up his face in disgust a little before looking at Hermione who seemed lost in her own world. He nudged her a little,” Hey, you good?”

Hermione startled awake, as if she was asleep this whole time and looked around,” Pardon?”

Ron furrowed his eyebrows and shared a look with Harry before reiterating his question again. 

Hermione stole a glance towards the Slytherin table before focusing her gaze on her dinner. 

She noticed the red rimmed eyes and eye bags under the Slytherin’s eyes, making her heart ache a little. 

Was she the cause of that?

She averts her eyes quickly when the Slytherin Prefect meets her eyes across the hall. 

She bites her tongue and chews on the inside of her mouth, contemplating on how to break the news to the boys about what had happened a week ago. 

“Hermione, what is it?” Harry asked, sensing the inner turmoil. Rom immediately jumped to the worst conclusions and became livid,” Did she betray you? Hurt you? Oh i’m going to kill that bi-”

“Ron, stop” Hermione finally uttered, eyes still not lifting up,” We had an argument, that’s all. Scylla probably doesn’t like the way I reacted to the situation. We mi-”

She stopped herself midway, deciding she can tell them her problems later and focus on what is more important,” Forget it, we have other things to discuss” .

Both the boys wanted to argue with her but her tone told them the decision was final. 

*** 

“Hey, Y/n where are you going now?” Scylla asked, Draco stopping mid-step as well,” We have patrolling duty, remember?” 

Y/n didn’t stop walking but still slowed her pace down,” Oh, I have to study. I’m running a bit behind on some of the assignments. Cover the shift for me please”

Before both the Slytherins could say anything else, the (y/h/c) girl was out of sight.

They just shrugged at each other before continuing on their way. 

***

Y/n rushed through the hallway to Umbridge’s office, one of the other Squad members having found her in the library, saying it was important and that Umbridge wanted all of them there. 

She opened the heavy door, panting lightly,” I apologize for the tardiness Headmistress” 

“Oh, it’s no problem. You are right on time actually. Make sure none of them move a muscle” Umbridge commanded in her high squeaky voice that always managed to grate on Y/n’s nerves.

That was when Y/n was able to take in the situation inside the room, which had just a bit too much pink for her liking. She could see why the meeting was suddenly so important. 

Her eyes fell on Harry who seemed bound to the chair with Umbridge taunting every single thing that the boy answered. 

Umbridge turned to her for a second,” What are you just standing there for? Get to work.” 

Y/n quickly got hold of the Gryffindor brunette beside her and held her hands tightly behind her back. She pulled the bookworm to the corner of the room, a little away from Umbridge and the rest of the squad but the room being tiny made that a bit of a challenging task.

“Get your hands off her, you bitch!” Ron shouted, struggling against Blaise’s hold.

“I’d watch what I say if I were you, Weasley” Y/n hissed.

Hermione did prove a lot stronger than she looked and Y/n had to do everything in her power to not accidentally hurt the Gryffindor witch while not letting go of her hold on her. After having tolerated a couple seconds, she stomped her foot on Hermione’s to effectively get her attention. 

“Stop struggling for a second and listen.” Y/n whispered. Hermione was about to protest but something in her told to comply,” I want you to stay still for sometime and let me think of a way to get you all out of this, alright?”

But before the Slytherin could even figure out an escape plan, Hermione yelled, “Stop!” 

Umbridge was a moment away from using the cruciatus curse but Hermione’s shout caught her attention right at the nick of time. 

“Hermione, no!” Harry yelled desperately.

“What are you doing Granger” Y/n hisses under her breath, her grip on Hermione’s arm tightening subconsciously but Hermione paid her no mind. 

“We have to…” 

“Well, tell me! I don’t have all day!” Umbridge exclaimed, looking at Hermione menacingly. 

The Gryffindor took a deep breath before answering,” We-We were trying to find Professor Dumbledore.”

Umbridge raised an eyebrow in interest,” Dumbledore you say…And child, why were you trying to contact the former headmaster?”

Scylla looked at Y/n in question as if asking her to somehow shut Hermione up but she was as clueless as anyone else in the room.

Hermione made a show of having an internal conflict as she answered,” Dumbledore asked us to make a weapon. We had to inform him that it’s ready…”

Umbridge grinned, a sinister glint appearing in her eyes. She looked around the room and cleared her throat,” You and Mr. Potter will lead me to this weapon. Immediately.”

The pink toad then turned to Draco and Y/n specifically,” Make sure no one leaves this room until we return.” 

As Y/n let Hermione go, she looked at the Gryffindor with uncertainty. The bookworm seemed to catch on and sent a quick glance towards the Slytherin, in hopes of reassuring the girl a bit. 

Y/n leaned back on the wall, looking at each and every occupant of the room properly and could clearly see the questions laced in Ginny and Ron’s faces as they looked back at her. 

She just sighed and closed her eyes for the time being.

***

Draco paced around the room, grinning with mischief and satisfaction,” I can’t wait until you Weasleys are expelled. You have been stinking this castle up way too much”

“Shut up” Ron growled and looked like he would’ve pounced on the Platinum blonde boy if it wasn’t for Blaise restraining him. 

Seeing how none of them could physically harm him, Draco went on,” You guys are just as bad as theMudbloods, blood traitors!” 

Y/n opened her eyes and narrowed them at her cousin in warning,” Draco.” 

Before Draco could continue, Hermione and Harry came through the door, panting. 

With no Umbitch behind them. 

And that’s when chaos erupted. 

Both the groups started fighting each other in any way they could, Luna kicked Gayle in the shins, Ginny punched Draco in his stomach and a lot more that just couldn’t be deciphered clearly. 

Y/n discreetly removed herself from the main fight and stood at the corner of the room. Her eye caught the fireplace before glancing at Potter’s group. 

The only way they could get to wherever they had to go was if the Squad wasn’t there. 

“Duratus Artus…” 

Suddenly, every Slytherin in the room froze in their spots. None could move any of their muscles except for their eyes. 

The other group looked around in confusion, freaked out by the sudden magic spell that seemed to only affect the Squad. 

But regardless of it, they decided to seize the moment and made their way to the fireplace. Though just before stepping in, Hermione stole one glance at the Slytherin prefect in the corner and couldn’t help the small knowing smile that grazed her face before getting engulfed by green flames.  

***

Y/n paced the hallways near Umbridge’s office. It helped that it was Slytherin’s night for patrol, so she could stay out without getting in too much trouble. 

But that was the last thing on her mind at that moment. 

“Your pacing isn’t going to make them come any faster” Scylla yawned as she got dizzy looking at her best friend,”Y/n sit down, you are going to give me a headache”.

But all words went to deaf ears.

Y/n was lost in her own world, arms crossed across her chest and eyes never being taken off the tiles. 

It was past four in the morning when Y/n heard something down the hall. She took out her wand and shook Scylla awake,” Wake up!”

“W-What, What!?” Scylla sputtered, eyes still half closed.

“There’s someone over there” Y/n whispered harshly, having her wand at-the-ready as she approached the noise, Scylla closing following behind. 

“It can’t be them, they would have had to cross the hallway we were in if they returned…right?” Y/n whispered, not really expecting a reply. 

Both of them hid behind the wall around the curve when they heard familiar voices. Their eyes widened before they turned the corner. 

“You’ve returned!” The Slytherin prefect exclaimed before running towards Hermione, engulfing her in a tight hug. The gryffindor was shocked for a second before squeezing back just as tight. 

They weren’t sure how long the hug lasted for but a clearing of the throat made them spring apart. Dumbledore looked at them amused before taking his departure. 

Scylla looked at Harry who looked like he had seen a ghost and approached him,” You alright there, Potter?” 

Harry absent mindedly nodded before Ron and Neville forced him towards the Gryffindor tower. 

Ginny turned back to look at Hermione in silent question to which she replied,” You go on ahead, I’ll be there in a minute.” 

“I’ll take my leave as well, I really need sleep” Scylla yawned before making her way to the Slytherin dungeons. 

The remaining girls looked at each other for a couple seconds before Y/n spoke up,” I should probably go to sleep as well.” 

Her face was back to being neutral but before she could turn her back Hermione stopped her,” Wait”

Y/n turned towards the brunette, tilting her head in question.

“You clearly have something that you want to spit out”

Y/n narrowed her eyes at the brunette, not liking the fact that someone could read her that well.  This was dangerous.

“Well? Are you just going to stand there?” Hermione prodded, crossing her arms across her chest. 

Y/n just stared for a silent minute before huffing,” Astronomy Tower. Now.”  She didn’t wait to see if the brunette followed but the footsteps that soon resonated against her own was indication enough. 

The walk to the tower had been a quiet one. Hermione’s confidence slowly withered in the silence she had to endure in the company of the Slytherin who somehow felt close yet unfamiliar. 

And having the voice in her head being the only audible company did nothing to ease her nerves about their relationship. If there was still something left of it.

The (Y/h/c) girl opened the door and looked at the brunette expectantly. Hermione furrowed her eyebrows for a second before understanding what that gesture meant.

“Right, sorry.” 

Y/n entered right after and locked the door behind her. Still with no verbal communication, she strode towards the balcony and stood beside the window, closing her eyes as a breeze brushed past her. 

Hermione took a moment and just let herself enjoy the view in front of her, trying not to give into the tears stinging at the back of her eyes as she remembered she might never see this again.

Feelthis again. 

When the Gryffindor finally got the courage to face her fate, the Slytherin prefect turned towards her.

She took a deep breath before hitting Hermione’s shoulder harshly. Hermione stumbled back in surprise but stopped short of whatever was bubbling up her throat when she noticed the tears glistening in Y/n eyes.

“Y/n-” 

“No! You don’t get to Y/n me right now.” Y/n inhaled sharply,” Tell me, where did you all sneak off to?”

Hermione stuttered, not expecting the tone the (y/h/n) girl used against her,” Uhm, uh, the ministry…”

“TheMINISTRY!?” Y/n’s eyes bulged out,” At this hour!? At this period of time with the Minister being cuckoo and Umbitch here,as part of the ministry!?”

Hermione didn’t get a chance to tell her side of the story before Y/n plunged into hysterics,” Are you fucking out of your mind, Hermione!? What were you thinking!? What could be so bloody important that you had to sneak off to the ministry FROM UMBITCH’S OFFICE!” 

“I-”

“You don’t know a bloody thing do you-”

” Y/n-”

“ Do you understand how dangerous that-” 

The Gryffindor finally lost her patience and grabbed the Slytherin by her shoulders, shaking her until she stopped rambling her head off. The sudden jerk seemed to pull the girl out of her spiral and take a moment to breathe.

Hermione took that opportunity to speak, reliving moments that she wished she could erase from her memory forever. 

The more she narrated, the more quiet the Slytherin prefect became, processing everything being thrown at her. 

“… We got ambushed. Lucius Malfoy and other death eaters. Bellatrix was there too…” 

Y/n couldn’t hold in the gasp this time,’ Lucius and Aunt Trixie were there…no…merlin, no….” She steadied herself against the wall, eyes unseeing anything in front of them. It seemed like the severity of the night had just sunk into her.

 Hermione paused, though she didn’t look up at the Slytherin. 

She didn’t have to, the tremors in the girl’s voice was enough to tell her there was more to unpack in that tiny phrase. Things that she lost the right to learn about the last time they were in the tower together. 

She wiped the stray tears away quickly, before the other prefect could notice them. She didn’t know if it was because of her guilt and ache for the Slytherin or because of everything that had transpired just a couple hours prior. 

“Yeah… the whole package huh, definitely took us by surprise” the Gryffindor chuckled weakly after a moment, trying to lighten the mood. Y/n looked up at the brunette, eyes looking a little more alive and gave a small nod. 

Hermione took that as a cue to continue and let out a shuddering breath,” …It was scary Y/n/n… We were chased and hunted like prey. And in the end we were caught” Her voice became quieter by the second,” all of us were gravely injured. I thought we were done for.”

Y/n could feel her heart become heavy as she listened on.

“If it-if it wasn’t for the Order….. None of us would be here right now.” 

Hermione turned towards the Slytherin, tears coating her cheeks as her lips trembled,” I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Y/n.”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows at the sudden apology but was soon answered.

“The moment when one of the death eaters had a wand to my neck, the only thought that struck out was how we left things. HowI left off things. And how i might never be able to apologize or let you know that i did not mean anything that i said that night, that i do trust you, that i-”

“Granger.”  Y/n  interrupted ,”I forgive you.” 

“You..do?” Hermione blinked in disbelief. 

Y/n sighed as she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes briefly,” Yeah. I won’t be able to forget it though. Or say that I wasn’t hurt. “ She looked at the brunette,” because I was. And I might not be able to trust you completely any time soon either, not when you have your own doubts which I don’t blame you for.” 

Before Hermione could completely lose the hope in her eyes, she continued,” But, I am ready to work through that with you, if you want.” 

It took Hermione a full second to process what was implied before she broke into something that sounded like a choked sob and exclamation at the same time.

 The Gryffindor cleared her throat, sniffling a little,” Yeah. I would love that.” 

Silence fell over them once again as they listened to the early morning chirping of birds before something struck Hermione. She looked pensively at the slytherin who had her eyes closed again.

“I can feel you staring, Princess.” 

Hermione bit her lip to hide the smile that threatened to creep up at hearing that god awful nickname again. Who knew she’d actually miss it. 

“What is it?” Y/n asked before she finally took in the injuries that coated the brunette’s body and pursed her lips,” We need to treat those first.” 

Hermione brushed her off,” Slight bruises, they don’t need immediate attention. But I wanted to ask. Are you now allowed to tell me what you were hiding?” 

Y/n stared at her for a while, as if her eyes were boring into her soul.

Without another word, the Slytherin stood up and walked towards the door. 

‘Did I step on a boundary already?’ Hermione chided herself before moving to stop the girl she just got back. 

But the slytherin stopped on her own and stood in the center of the room. She could feel the confusion emitting from the Gyffindor and proceeded not to delay it any further. 

Y/n closed her eyes and took a deep breath. 

Hermione’s eyes widened as she observed. Once where her girlfriend was standing, now stood a tigress. 

Hermione stumbled back in surprise before looking in awe.

The tigress sat down, patiently waiting for the Gryffindor to get her bearings back. The girl’s eyes wandered all over the tigress, trying to grasp what was being shown to her. 

After a moment the brunette slowly approached the animal, hands running through the soft fur causing the tigress to close her eyes and lean into the touch,” You are beautiful.” 

The tigress chuffed, causing Hermione to snort,”Your welcome.” 

After taking a couple more seconds to admire the majestic creature towering over her she pulled away and Y/n took that as a sign to turn back to her human form,” That was what I was hiding.” 

Hermione nodded, still in awe, before another question made itself present,“Why?” 

“McGonagall didn’t want anyone knowing. If word got out, who knows what Umbridge and the ministry would’ve done.” Y/n shuddered just thinking about it,” And I myself did not want anyone knowing. I would rather keep this information out of the ears of anyone, in fear of it reaching my family.”

Y/n didn’t need to continue, Hermione understood the implication and the hidden motives in the Slytherin’s answer. 

“Thank you”

Y/n just shrugged before pointing at the brunette’s arm,” You want to get that dressed or would you rather bleed to death?” 

***

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a little help | r.w. x innocent!reader

word count: 1732

summary: the one where ron helps his innocent little flower

warning: smut, stepcest, fingering, innocence kink, praise, dom/sub dynamic. Please lmk if i missed anything

a/n: all characters are of age! This is kinda long so sorry about that but I wanted to say thank you guys so much for all the love on my last fic. I hope you enjoy this one as much as you did the last.

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Slytherin, reluctantly apologizing to Gryffindor: Sorry for being mean even though you deserved it.

Ravenclaw: You have a lot of nerve coming in here.

Ravenclaw’s Depression: You have a lot of nerve being alive.

Ron, trying to sound smart to impress Hermione: At this rate, the rate at which rates are increasing will increase at unprecedented rates.

Slytherin, getting ready to ask Hufflepuff’s parents for her hand in marriage:

Hufflepuff: Oh, baby! Don’t be so nervous!

Slytherin, visibly nervous: I’m not nervous. They should be nervous.

Gryffindor: A shark could swim faster than me, but I could definitely run faster than a shark.

Ravenclaw: Yeah! So in a triathlon, it would all come down to who is the better cyclist between the both of you.

*Ordering a cake on the phone*

Baker: What would you like your cake to say?

Gryffindor: *covers phone* Do we want a talking cake?

Hufflepuff: Obviously.

*sounds of despair from Ravenclaw*

Blaise: What is wrong with you?

Draco: Idk, man. Just haven’t been feelin’ fly like a g6 lately.

Slytherin: Ravenclaw told me to treat her like a princess. So, I married her off to a random stranger to strengthen the alliance with France.

Slytherin: Hey guys, can we normalize being amazing and beautiful and flawless? I’m getting kind of tired of being ashamed of it.

Ravenclaw: *closes book*

Ravenclaw’s brain: Now what?

Ravenclaw: *opens book again*

Blaise: Don’t let another person ruin your day.

Draco: Yeah, ruin your own damn day.

Hermione: Santa isn’t real, Ron.

Ron: Ok?? I literally saw him at the mall.

Molly Weasley, hoping for a normal day: Good morning, Fred. Good morning, George.

Fred and George: We’re gonna try to become left handed today.

Ginny: idk why my friends ask me for relationship advice. Sis, just put sugar in his gas tank.

Bouncer: I can’t let you guys in here.

Ron and Harry: Why?

Bouncer: A permission slip signed by Hermione is not a valid form of ID.

Gryffindor: Ravenclaw will literally ask for your opinion and then tell you you’re wrong.

Draco: ugh, i feel so ugly today

Blaise: no man you look great

Draco: i know i just wanted to hear you say it

Gryffindor: You won’t like me when i’m angry

Slytherin: I don’t like you ever

Hufflepuff: i don’t have it in me to grind like i’m sorry

Hufflepuff: i was put on this earth to eat berries and play in the ocean