I Love This Bit Sm In Deathly Hallows Bc They Were All So Sad And Yk Scared That Seeing Hermione Being

this multichapter wip fic... just got delted (i deleted bc i don’t know how ao3 works) and i managed to get it back rdtfugyihojpk. (i had to post it again) so pls check it out. ily, bye. 

I write dumb stories and all...

trying to figure out this app even tho ive used it since 2020

the fact that they are best friends too is very personal to me like... they also are besties imma go cry

art dump of my two lovelies romione <333

See, I’m consistent, second chapter is already up (i already wrote them all im just posting them)

Can you do In The Moment Kiss? :)

Thanks for the prompt! There was also a very sweet anon who asked for this too and I hope you guys like it! And by the way, I think their very first kiss pretty much epitomizes an “in the moment” kiss but JKR already wrote that one pretty perfectly…

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In The Moment Kiss - Maybe it’s in the middle of an argument or you just looked too damn beautiful not to kiss, but their lips were hot against yours and it felt too good to stop.

“And so, as you can see,” said Hermione, waving her wand at the board behind her to make several rows of text appear, “improper brewing of the Wolfsbane Potion can render it not only ineffective at the full moon, but dangerous to the drinker as well.”

Ron leaned back on the sofa, smiling just slightly as he watched his pajamas-sporting wife shuffle her notecards and carry on with her speech. As was tradition, he and Crookshanks were her practice audience, her test subjects before she appeared in front of the Wizengamot with another proposal to change the world.

“For all of these reasons,” she continued, tucking a wayward lock of hair back into her messy bun, “it’s no longer sufficient simply to require apothecaries to stock the ingredients for the potion.” The curl sprang loose again and Hermione scowled in annoyance as she raked her fingers through her hair to wrestle it back. “Because of the intricacies involved in the preparation of the potion, it should only be brewed by a certified Potioneer - Ron, stop that.”

“What?” he asked, befuddled. “I’m not doing anything, I’m just sat here.”

“You’re smiling at me,” she replied as though it were a grave accusation.

And now that she’d mentioned it, he did sort of have to work to twist his face back into a neutral expression, but that couldn’t entirely be blamed on him. She was just so endearing, standing there with crazy hair, wearing his sweatpants as she prepared to lend her voice to those who didn’t have one.

“Okay, okay, sorry.” He sat up a bit straighter in his seat. “I’m very serious now. Go on.”

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him and blew another stray strand of hair out of her eyes.

“As I was saying,” she stated pointedly, raising her brows in Ron’s direction as he fought down a smirk, “easy access to the Wolfsbane Potion benefits not only the werewolf community, but the general wizarding population as well.” The corners of Ron’s mouth twitched as she flicked through her note cards again. “If the stigma surrounding lycanthropy can be reduced, the effect - what are you staring at?”

“Nothing,” Ron insisted, though he privately admitted that he was having a hard time keeping himself from openly admiring her, his wife of exactly six months, who managed to stun him daily with her brilliance and her beauty - yeah, he was never really going to get over that. “I’m listening, I promise. Go on.”

“Mhmm,” she said with her own tiny grin. “So like I was saying, if the stigma surrounding lycanthropy can - Ron -”

For he had stood, stepping over the coffee table and taking her face in his hands. He just barely registered her curious expression before he pressed his lips firmly to hers, tasting her evening tea on her mouth. Her note cards tumbled from her fingers to the floor as she moved to grip his arms, leaning into the kiss with a faint little sigh.

“Wh…” Hermione leaned back, slightly dazed. “What are you doing?”

Ron gave a little shrug and brushed the pad of his thumb over her cheekbone.

“I just think you’re amazing,” he said simply, honestly. “Sometimes I - I don’t know, I realize it all over again, or something. Anyway.”

Dropping another quick peck on her lips, Ron made his way back to the sofa, ignoring Crookshanks’ disgruntled glare. Hermione knelt down and began to gather her note cards again, her face flushed.

“I’m ready now,” Ron declared, settling back into the cushions. “As you were.”

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you can find more kisses prompts here!

petition for someone to draw ron's chocolate frog card like HE MUST HAVE BEEN SO EXCITED TO BE THERE, MY BOY

i wanna see it, i wanna cry to it

(id do it myself but... i lately i tend to hate what i draw)

ron weasley is very cute and very hot btw

watching hp to distract myself… while also getting angry at the writing and equally as much to the hair of the actors

writing romione nonstop

rose and ron get along so well i just wanna cry.

I KNOW IT

i know ron taught rose quidditch and i know rose just loves ron sm and thinks he’s great (bc everyone does except himself) and i just think they would bond a lot.