After the second
Triwizard task, rumours start circulating around Hogwarts that Ron and Harry
are a couple (‘the person Harry would
miss most’…)
Hermione gets
told this rumour by Lavender and Parvati, who keep giggling whenever they see
Harry and Ron together
Hermione is a
little flustered by this, and, while she tries not to pay the rumour much
attention, she starts reading too much into little interactions between her two
friends
Like how Ron
claps Harry on the back occasionally…
Or how Harry
gives Ron a little grin after Ron tells an especially funny joke
Hermione is
confused, a little offended (why didn’t
they tell her?) and also somewhat jealous (after all, she’s fancied Ron
since she was thirteen)
She wrestles
with this jealousy for a few weeks, and can’t help but feel her stomach burn
with anger everytime Ron shows Harry some attention
Harry starts to
get concerned, and asks Ron whether he thinks Harry’s done anything to anger
Hermione
Ron is just as
baffled as Harry
However, during
a quiet evening in the Gryffindor common-room (after Harry goes up early to
bed), Ron asks Hermione why’s she so angry at Harry
Hermione
blushes, and asks Ron why neither him or Harry told her they were dating
Ron’s mouth
drops open, and he starts laughing
Hermione is
confused, and demands to know what he finds so funny (Is he messing with her?)
No, Hermione,
Ron says, his mouth still quivering with suppressed laughter, Harry’s my best mate and all, but we don’t
see each-other like THAT…
Hermione can’t
help but feel her heart grow three sizes with relief
Oh thank
goodness, she says happily
Ron stops
laughing, and raises an eyebrow
Hermione’s face
flushes again, and she looks down at her feet
Hermione,
Ron asks, moving closer to her, why does
the idea of me and Harry dating bother you so much?
She can feel the
redheads gaze upon her. Hermione’s heart begins to beat very fast
I…I….I don’t…she
stammers. Ron’s face is directly in front of her now.
Before she realises what he is doing, Ron
tucks a strand of her bushy hair behind her ear. Goosebumps appear on Hermione’s
neck
Ron cups her
face in one of his hands, and brings her lips to his
Hermione’s brain
feels like it is disintegrating. What on
earth is happening? Ron is KISSING me! Oh my…does Ron…does he feel the same-?
Ron pulls away,
and smiled at Hermione. His usual lop-sided smile that makes her heart flutter
I don’t know about me and Harry, Ron breaths, as he strokes her cheek, but I know which of my best friends I’d
rather be with…
There is a Catherine Tate sketch where she plays a detective who has an assistant called Whittaker and I am surprised Doctor Who gif makers haven’t latched onto that yet.
straight men trying to make Serious war dramas and accidentally making incredibly tender homoerotic cinema is the funniest thing
In his essay, “Masculinity as Spectacle,” Steve Neale seeks to extend Laura Mulvey’s work on the male gaze and to challenge her assertion that the male or male-identified spectator can never look upon the male body as an erotic object. To challenge Mulvey’s assertion, Neale identifies the mechanisms mainstream Hollywood cinema uses to represent the male body as erotic. One way of doing this, Neale argues, is by making the male body the target of violence. In the war film, a soldier can hold his buddy – as long as his buddy is dying on the battlefield. In the western, Butch Cassidy can wash the Sundance Kid’s naked flesh – as long as it is wounded. In the boxing film, a trainer can rub the well-developed torso and sinewy back of his protege – as long as it is bruised. In the crime film, a mob lieutenant can embrace his boss like a lover – as long as he is riddled with bullets. Violence makes the homoeroticism of many “male” genres invisible; it is a structural mechanism of plausible deniability.
If you think this is sad and crazy, go look up other BLM activists who’ve died in the last 5 years or so. You’ll notice that quite a few of them have something in common. I’ll wait.
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