diva-gonzo:

callieskye:

benedettabeby:

acciocuteboysplease:

So i need someone to write me like a missing scene in HBP where someone addresses ginny as miss weasley and hermione accidentaly says yes then looks very fucking confused because that’s not her name wtf

Bunos if you can get harry to elbow ron gently

Bunos bunos if you can get ron to tell harry to shut up and also look slightly terrified

Tag me if this is written!

if you can get ron to tell harry to shut up and also look slightly ~~terrified~~ lovestruck

A/N: By request and an idea hit like a bolt of lightning….

Tagging @acciocuteboysplease and @benedettabeby and @callieskye

“By now I would fully expect everyone present,” Professor McGonagall stared around the common room at the gathering of students on the second night of term, “That after last year’s heroics” She gave Harry a very pointed look, “that I fully expect everyone in this common room to act accordingly, with dignity and honour. Having said all of that, Quidditch trials will be up to Mr. Potter’s time and choosing but I would think he wouldn’t wait too terribly long, as to take advantage of the excellent weather we will have the next week, especially to hold try-outs.”

“Yes, Professor, I shall. I will have a notice up within a week.”

“Excellent. Now Miss Weasley,”

“Yes, Professor,” two voices erupted immediately.

The entire common room turned in unison to see Hermione and Ginny sitting next to one another on a settee in the back, near the fire. Ginny slowly turned to her friend sitting next to her, turning molten red from her scalp down her face and into the top of her grey jumper.

“Um, I’m sorry, Professor. I have absolutely no idea why I answered you when you were addressing Ginny.” Hermione shrank down on herself but looked towards the tall young man across the room, pleading with him to understand.

“Ow,” Ron grunted. “Ya do that for, ya git?” He turned and saw Harry smirking after elbowing him in the ribs.

“Is there something you want to tell all of us, Ron?”

“Fuck off, ya git!” Ron shoved Harry slightly from the arm of the couch, watching his friend break out in laughter, along with the rest of the room. Ron turned tomato red, seeing Hermione trying to shrink down so far to hide under the small couch. He smiled, flashing a lopsided one for Hermione, willing her to know, without announcing it to the entire room, that he did fancy her and that he was in love with her and he’d –

“If Mr. Weasley is finished his colourful assaulting of the Quidditch team captain, I’d like to get back to discussing the house rules, without distraction.” Professor McGonagall turned back to the room and Ron would swear that she gave Hermione an extra-long look, maybe in commiseration, perhaps?

“Now, as the Headmaster mentioned at dinner last night, certain locations…”

Ron tuned out the rest of the Professor’s speech, seeking Hermione’s eyes across the room. He smiled at her, seeing that her face was still bright red in mortification. Did she honestly think that he hadn’t thought of her taking his name someday if his fantasies were ever to come to fruition? Would he even have the slimmest, wildest chance with someone so amazing?

Maybe her moment betrayed that she did fancy him.

“Mr. Weasley, I expect you to try out for Quidditch this year, especially in light how you were incredible in the last Match and won us the cup with Mr. Potter’s absence. Is that clear?”

Ron turned back to the Professor, nodding enthusiastically while trying to settle his somersaulting stomach. He wasn’t nervous about Quidditch – but the enormous smile Hermione gave him in thanks for supporting her.

“Yes, Professor, I will.”

oh oh OH OH OH THIS IS – OH THIS IS CUTE, CUTE, SO MUCH CUTENESS I CAN’T TAKE IT, AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ADORKABLE RON DAYDREAMING ABOUT GETTING MARRIED TO HERMIONE?? YES PLEASE YES I’LL HAVE FIVE HUNDRED CUPS OF THAT, BET YOU HE’S EVEN DESIGNED THE DRESS AND EVERYTHING

But lord Hermione if you could just stop the microscopic hints and just take the poor sweetie out of his misery, don’t you see how much he’s pining, FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE HERMIONE DO SOMETHING FOR ONCE

*coughs* So yeah that was a pretty fine piece of literature you’ve got there Diva

YES! @diva-gonzo; you’ve knocked it out of the park again!

Oh! I’d love to see Ginny x Luna with #37 please ☺️ ty

drarrymylove:

Luna always seemed to know where she needed to be. She felt it the moment she was supposed to help. It was like a tiny push in the right direction.

Ginny was curled up on their bed, wearing one of Fred’s worn out t-shirts. She wasn’t crying, but it was only through willpower alone. When Luna crossed the room toward her, Ginny pulled her knees tighter up to her chest, one arm hugging her legs and the other under her pillow.

“Wanna dance?” Luna asked.

Ginny squeezed her eyes closed. “There isn’t any music.”

It wasn’t a strange way to answer such an out of place question, but Ginny sounded so detached. Luna reached over to Ginny, brushing her hair out of her face. Once she tucked the strands behind Ginny’s ear, she backed away and asked again.

“Will you dance with me?”

Ginny sobbed; she was hugging herself too tightly to get enough air, “There’s no music.”

“No, there isn’t,” Luna said. She stayed back, out of Ginny’s space but didn’t leave. She had all the patience in the world when it came to Ginny. Luna understood grief; she also knew when grief was pressing in too close.

A minute later, Ginny pulled herself up. Looking at Luna with red-rimmed eyes, she nodded. Luna took her by the hands and pulled her to the middle of the room. They held each other close and swayed softly. It was less of a dance and more of a hug in motion, but they kept on moving, arms around one another, Ginny’s head resting on Luna’s shoulder.

“Thank you,” Ginny whispered.

Luna answered her with a kiss to the top of her head, and they kept right on dancing.

39 linny pretty please!

nerdyqueerfangirl:

Yesss Linny that’s my jam. (Also this turned out longer than a drabble it’s like 1k words oops sorry not sorry.)

Prompt: “Hey! I was gonna eat that!” Based off of this post.

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Ginny was forcefully awoken when she felt a finger jab into her eyeball. She groaned in frustration and pain, turning to bury her head in a pillow. However, the finger did not let up, continuing to poke the rest of her exposed body until she whipped her head out of the pillow to stare at the person attached to it.

“Oh good, you’re up! The shaking and yelling weren’t working very well, so I thought I’d try poking!” her girlfriend Luna said, a proud smile on her face from finally being able to wake her up. “Now c’mon, we gotta get ready!”

Ginny furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. Her groggy brain couldn’t handle this much in the first 15 seconds of waking up. Back when she was living with the rest of her brothers the short time she had after waking up where they didn’t know she was awake and therefore didn’t bother her was bliss.

“Get ready for what?” she asked after her brain finally processed the words that had come out of her girlfriend’s mouth.

“Don’t you remember? Harry, Ron, and Hermione all had to go to Hogwarts to give the kids some motivational speech, and Draco’s at tea with his mom, so we get to take care of Teddy for the day!”

“Oh yeah,” Ginny said, just now recalling that conversation she had had over the phone with Hermione a few days ago. It’s a good thing Luna remembered things much better than her. “When’re they dropping him off?”

“Should be any time now! C’mon, we gotta get dressed! And don’t worry, I already made your coffee!” Luna reached behind her and grabbed Ginny’s favorite mug off of her nightstand, casting a quick reheat charm before handing it to her.

“Thanks, Luna,” Ginny said appreciatively, taking a sip of her coffee. She was able to take a few more sips until Luna finally got impatient enough and pulled her out of bed.

Reluctantly she followed and allowed Luna to lead her to the kitchen, where she had apparently already made Ginny a bowl of cereal. She took a seat and began to eat as Luna excitedly paced the kitchen.

“Sweetheart, relax,” Ginny said, smiling fondly.

“But I’m so excited Ginny, I can’t help it! I love kids!” Luna said, now bouncing a bit.

As if on cue, the doorbell rang throughout their house. Luna whipped her head so fast Ginny was scared she would break her neck. She hurried over and opened the door as Ginny slowly came up behind her.

“Hey guys,” Ginny said, smiling at Ron and Hermione while Luna beamed down at Teddy.

“Hey, thanks again for taking him,” Hermione said. “Molly and Arthur would have but they’re visiting Charlie and it was very last minute.”

“Of course,” Ginny said. “We’re happy to watch him.”

“Alright, well we’ve got to rush babe,” Ron said, glancing at his watch. “Go on in, Teddy. Bye Gin.”

“See you later,” she waved. Teddy stepped inside and stared down at the ground shyly. He was only six and didn’t hang out with Ginny and Luna much, so this was understandable. Luna, however, did not seem discouraged by Teddy’s reluctance to face them.

“Hi, Teddy!” she said brightly. “What would you like to do today?”

He looked up slightly and shrugged.

“Well, we could go to the park, the zoo, or something like that,” she suggested. He shook his head.

“What about baking?” At this he perked up, nodding his head quickly.

“You like to bake?” Luna smiled. “Me too! What do you wanna bake?”

“Cookies!” he said, warming up to Luna. “Chocolate chip kind!”

“Can we, Ginny?” Luna pleaded, looking over at her girlfriend.

Ginny laughed. “Sure we can!”

So she and Luna got out all the ingredients and supplies and set everything up. Ginny found a basic chocolate chip cookie recipe and they all got to work.

Teddy was in charge of pouring everything in after either Luna or Ginny measured it out, and he was quite proud of himself when he successfully cracked both eggs with no shells. After everything was mixed together (also done by Teddy), they all helped form balls out of the dough and Ginny put them in the oven.

Ginny went to make a pot of tea while Luna and Teddy sat in front of the oven together to watch the cookies bake. She smiled to herself as the whispered together, only interrupting their conversation to hand Luna her mug.

When the cookies were done baking it was Ginny who took them out, reminding the other two that they had to wait for them to cool. Apparently watching cookies cool was not nearly as fun as watching them bake, so Teddy suggested they go watch a movie.

About 20 minutes into the movie Ginny deemed the cookies cool enough, and they all went into the kitchen to grab one. Immediately Ginny went to grab the one with the most chocolate chips, but Luna snatched it first.

“Hey! I was gonna eat that!” she said, glaring at Luna, who shrugged playfully while sneakily handing the cookie to Teddy and grabbing another.

Ginny smiled and grabbed another one, and they went back in to watch the rest of the movie. Then it began to rain, so they all pulled out some blankets and hot chocolate and ate through half the batch while having a movie marathon. Ginny and Luna were cuddled together on the couch while Teddy sat atop a pile of pillows.

A few hours later the doorbell rang yet again. This time it was Harry, who walked right in, knowing Ginny and Luna wouldn’t mind.

“Harry!” Teddy said, shooting up from his pile of pillows to attack Harry with a hug. “We baked cookies!”

“Did you?” Harry asked, smiling down at Teddy. “That sounds awesome! Did you have fun?”

“Uh huh! Can I come back again?”

“I’m sure that can be arranged.” He looked up and smiled at Luna and Ginny. “Thanks again, guys.”

“Of course,” Ginny said. “We’re happy to have him, and Teddy’s welcome back whenever he wants.”

“Alright well we’ve gotta go, Draco’s back from tea with his mother and I’m sure he’s gonna wanna talk about it. Say bye, Teddy!”

The boy waved goodbye as they walked out of Ginny and Luna’s house. When the door shut behind them, Luna cuddled in closer to Ginny’s side.

“Hey Gin?”

“Yes, love?” Ginny asked.

“I think I might wanna kid someday.”

Ginny was taken aback slightly, and she thought for a moment before responding. “You know what, I think I might want that, too.”

Congratulations on 700 Followers!!! Do you mind Writing a Linny One-Shot? Just cuddling and Being all cute in bed, very much fluff. Congratulations again! Have a wonderful day and thank you!!

scarheaded-ferret:

Thank you so much!! Cuddling and fluffiness is like my favorite thing to write thank you for the ask!(I hope it’s alright that I did a couch instead of a bed lol)

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Ginny brushed the soot off of her shoulder after stepping through the floo. Surprised not to see Luna on the couch reading a novel like she usually was on Sunday nights, Ginny ventured to the kitchen.

She paused in the doorway to look at her girlfriend for a moment. Half of her blond hair was drawn up into a bun with her wand holding it together.

She was clad in a pair of old jeans, fuzzy socks, and one of Ginny’s oversized Weird Sisters t-shirts. Luna was currently stirring something in a pot while humming and swaying her hips to the tune that was blasting on the radio. Her large pygmy puff plushie earrings swayed along with her head as well.

Ginny walked up behind her and encircled her arms around Luna’s waist.

“Oh! You’re back!” Luna cried, and she turned around to fling herself into Ginny’s arms. “I missed you a lot,” she mumbled into Ginny’s hair and Ginny turned her face to kiss her neck.

Luna pulled her wand out of her hair and Ginny laughed softly as her white-blonde hair nearly covered her face entirely as it fell. Luna set what looked like tomato soup on a stasis charm and tugged on Ginny’s hand.

Ginny followed her into their living room and they collapsed on the couch together.

“Wait, I’m still in my quidditch gear. I’ll be right back,” Ginny told her. She kissed Luna’s forehead causing her to smile and she went to go change.

Once Ginny had changed into a pair of boxer shorts and a large jumper, she went back into the living room. Luna had already fallen asleep, tucked underneath a blanket.

Ginny crawled underneath with her and spooned her from the front. Luna sighed contently and wrapped her arms around Ginny. The two held each other for what felt like hours, doing nothing but simply enjoying the other’s presence.

Ginny moved her hands up so that she could play with Luna’s hair, twirling the strands around her finger. Luna traced patterns on Ginny’s back and pulled her impossibly close.

After a grueling day of training Ginny felt that there was no place she would rather be than this.

I love your stuff, and you were asking for prompts, so let’s do this: Linny + Have you seen my jumper?

rose-grangerweasleyisbae:

“Luna! Have you seen my jumper?” Ginny poked her head around the kitchen door but found it to be empty. The rest of the house was the same, which was a pity because it was starting to get cold and Ginny hated heating charms.

In the end she gave up in favour of rolling into bed. Her wife had probably wandered off into the night, forgetting all about time and space and stealing her spouse’s jumper.

And indeed, half an hour later the backdoor slammed shut and Luna’s humming reached Ginny’s ears. Like always, it made her smile. Luna might mean moon, but she lit up spaces like the sun.

“In bed already? Were the nargles bothering you?” Luna opened the bedroom door and smiled at her burito-roll wife. Ginny pretended to glare when she saw the woman was indeed wearing her favorite, fluffiest jumper.

“No, the cold and lack of affection and jumpers was bothering me.” Gin wiggled her arms out of the blankets and held them open for Luna. “Give it back.”

“Hmmm, your affection?” Luna smiled and crawled onto the bed. “That’s going to take me multiple lifetimes. You always love me so bright.”

“You’re just saying that to make me forgive you for stealing my jumper.” Ginny tried to give her wife a stern look, but she failed when Luna started nuzzling at her neck. She’d always been a complete sucker that. “Well, it worked. Come here love.”

And she wrapped her arms firmly around her wife, and consequently, also her jumper. Luna hummed in her distinct Luna-like manner, and pulled the covers over herself a bit. Gin helped her and soon enough they were a double burito.

“I love you.” Luna muttered into her neck.

“I love you too.”She intertwined their legs and hands and pressed a kiss to Luna’s forehead. She was still cold from outside, giving her a lovely fresh smell of evening air. “Even when you steal my jumpers.”

Ginny/Luna 15

manycoloureddays:

15. meeting in the E.R/A&E

this takes place in a world without voldemort, or at least that’s how i’m explaining it

Ginny comes to just in time to see her team land and rush towards her, where she must be lying on the grass if their sudden looming height is anything to go by. The referee and Gwenog are rushing over too, their faces pale and Gwenog looking ready to Stun someone. Ginny isn’t sure who though, because it was mostly her fault she fell off her broom.

“Weasley,” Gwenog growls, dropping down beside her. “If you weren’t such a bloody good Chaser.”

“I know, I know,” Ginny groans. The pounding in her head gets louder and seems to migrate outside of it, when she attempts to sit up. She lowers herself back down. “If I weren’t so good, my temper would bar me from anything resembling a professional league. But he was -”

“I do not care if he was insulting everyone you love and everything you stand for, you never, and can I repeat for what feels like the thousandth time, never need to perform a flying. Mid-air. TACKLE.” The rest of the team has assembled around them now, some attempting to look suitably worried, but most of them so used to seeing Ginny bloodied and being shouted at that they are mouthing along to Gwenog’s tirade.

When the ref, a balding middle aged man that Ginny swears she’s never seen before, but has apparently refereed over twenty of her matches, seems confidant that Gwenog is not going to start berating the injured player again, he blows his whistle. Two sharp blasts.

“No,” Ginny begins. “No, no, I don’t need St Mungo’s. I can still fly. I just need someone to help me stand up. I can still sit on my broom.”

He just shakes his head. “Sorry Weasley, no blood allowed on my pitch.”

And just like that she is being levitated off the pitch and carted off to the hospital against her will.

***

Two hours later, Ginny is a minor character in her mother’s worst nightmare.

“Your father and I never get called to the Emergency Room because Ron has got himself hurt -”

“Ron has Hermione and Harry as his emergency contacts,” Ginny mutters under her breath.

Fortunately, her mum doesn’t hear her, too busy with her hands elaborating increasingly angry points. She is working herself up to a full blown Molly Weasley Lecture. Her dad pats her knee – a part of her body that isn’t hurting right now, in this interminable wait for a Healer – and smiles at her.

“Sometimes, I think, it is best not to remind your mother that Percy is the only one of her children unlikely to get himself hurt in the line of duty. A papercut, is perhaps the worst thing that could happen to him at work.”

Ginny snorts. “But maybe we could ask someone to bring out all the Weasley files they have and see who has the biggest one? My money’s on Ron.”

Arthur pulls out a pouch of coins from inside his robes. He opens it and pulls out enough for a pint. “Mine’s on Fred and George. They may be obscure, minor injuries, but they happen with a ridiculous frequency. Drinks on the loser?”

They both laugh, unable to stop themselves even in the face of Molly Weasley’s wrath. Ginny is laughing so hard she keeps having to stop and wheeze in pain, clutching at the ribs she thinks must be broken.

“Oh, this is lovely.” The Healer’s voice seems to float across the room towards them. Ginny looks up to see a woman with a cloud of blonde hair that has not been pulled back in what seems to be staff policy, and a slightly dreamy expression on her face. Luna Lovegood. It’s been ten years since school, but Ginny would recognise her anywhere. “Please don’t stop on my account. Laughter really is the best medicine, and it’s so rarely heard in this building, where it should be heard the most.”

Molly seems incoherent in the face of Luna’s pronouncement, but Ginny beams.

“Luna! How are you?” It suddenly seems like the most important question. Ginny lost touch with most people once she left Hogwarts, unless they were involved in Quidditch or the Weasley family. She was too busy, she told herself, and then she was just out of the habit. But seeing Luna again, she feels seventeen and overwhelmed with her crush. Surely she should have grown out of it, having left it to gather dust for so long.

“In much better shape than you it seems, Ginny. I’ll ask you how you are once I’ve got you healed up.” She ushers Ginny out of the foyer, and into one of the curtained off ‘private’ rooms, leaving Molly and Arthur behind.

“Fair enough,” Ginny smiles. She’s pretty sure she’s still got blood in her hair and grass on her robes, but if Luna is a Healer she’s probably seen worse. And she’s still smiling serenely, moving through spells and sending a glass of some turquoise potion drifting over to Ginny.

“I’ve followed your career in the papers,” Luna says into the quiet. “You’re very good.”

“Thank you.” Ginny ducks her head, and feels her hereditary blush heat up her cheeks. She is used to getting praise from strangers, from Harpies fans and sports writers, from teammates and opponents, but she’s never really gotten used to receiving praise from people she knows. And Luna is someone she used to want to impress. Maybe she still does. “I’d have followed your career, but they don’t tend to write about Healers. Seems silly when you think about it. You’re saving lives.”

“I can tell you all about my work over drinks if you’d like.” The tips of Luna’s ears flush, and Ginny cannot quite believe what’s happening. “My shift finishes in half an hour, and I expect that’s how long it will take your mother to ascertain whether or not I’ve done a good job fixing you up.”

“Yeah,” Ginny grins at her. “Yeah. I’d definitely like.”

“I believe in you” for romione please

weasleyismyking540:

Thanks for the prompt. Caught an instant idea!!

Ron came barreling into the common room after what he felt was a very horrible Quidditch practice. He slammed his keeper helmet onto the couch, causing Hermione to jump and look over the top of her huge book.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, somewhat guessing what it was.

“I’m done!!” exclaimed Ron. “I’m through with it!! I should have never tried out, I don’t know why the bloody hell Angelina picked me!!”

“Language, Ron. Sit down, tell me what happened.” said Hermione, patting the space beside her. Ron took off his shoulder pads and crashed down beside her.

“I was rubbish, Hermione!! I kept missing easy goals. It wasn’t like I was not paying attention, but I just couldn’t block the hoops to save my damn life!!”

“Who was throwing the quaffle in?”

“It was Ginny.”

Hermione gave Ron a smug look. “Oh come on Ron, hardly anyone can keep a goal against Ginny. You know she’s your best chaser.”

“I should be able to keep a goal from my sister, Hermione. And that makes it even worse. To be outdone by my own baby sister? Its embarrassing. If she can score against me, whose to say that bloody Zabini won’t this weekend. I’m going to resign. Bet Angelina only picked me because she felt sorry for a bloke.” said Ron, struggling with his arm guards.

Hermione helped him take the guards off, trying to find the right words to say to make Ron feel better.

“Why are you so hard on yourself?” she asked, putting the arm guards on the table in front of them. “You’re your own worst critic. I saw you practice the other day, and you were brilliant. Angelina picked you because she knew you would be a great replacement for Oliver Wood. She can see your potential. And so can I.”

Ron looked over at Hermione. He couldn’t help the grin that was tugging at his lips. “You really think I have potential?”

“Of course I do Ron,” said Hermione, putting a reassuring hand on Ron’s shoulder. “I believe in you.”

Ron beamed at her, feeling like he was lighter than air. Who knew that four little words could make him feel like he could be a professional.

He couldn’t wait for Saturday morning to come. Bring it on, Zabini!!

Romione + “I really need you”!

weasleyismyking540:

From one of my favorite writers, yay!!

She sat in the corner of her bedroom, crying her eyes out.

She couldn’t believe it. She just couldn’t. But she has done it. She had done it, and she had watched as her parents had moved around the house not knowing what their names were, not knowing that they had a daughter, not knowing that the wizarding world existed.

Hermione watched disillusioned against the wall as her parents packed up their bags and headed out the door, on their way to Australia. She had walked the quiet house looking at the blank spaces in the pictures where her face or body would have been.

She tried to convince herself that they would be happier, safer. She had actually thought about the fact that maybe if they didn’t know her, their lives would be so much better.

She gathered up her precious belongings, keeping a few of the pictures with her still in them in a book. She had told Ron she would signal him with her D.A. coin when she was done so he would know that she was coming. She was supposed to had done it as soon as they left.

That had been hours ago.

Hermione cried in the corner like she used to when she was in primary school. Those days where she would come home and be so sad that she was bullied over her intelligence or her appearance, that she would go straight to her room, sit on her quiet corner, and hug her legs to her body, crying into her knees.

She felt like her world was falling apart. And while she knew that it was the right thing to do, she couldn’t help but feel like a lost girl. An orphan. Just a child that materialized into the world who had no home.

Suddenly, there came a loud crack that startled her. She looked up and saw Ron, who had just apparated into her room. He looked as if he was about to have a go at her (probably for being late in contacting him), but when he saw her tear streaked face, his expression softened.

“Ron, I really need you.” said Hermione, sobbing even more.

Ron rushed over to her, knelt down, and took her into his arms. He rocked her back and forth as she drowned his shirt with her sorrows.

“They don’t know me.” she cried. “They don’t know me, and it’s my fault!!”

“No, its not, Hermione.” whispered Ron into her ear. “You did what you had to do to keep them safe. You did something that was brilliant, and I wish I could be that selfless to do the same to my family to protect them.”

“I don’t have a family anymore, Ron,” said Hermione, looking sadly into Ron’s sapphire eyes. “I- I don’t-”

“You have me.” said Ron firmly, as he took her cheeks into his hands, kissing her on the forehead. “I’m your family. And when this is over, we’ll go and get them, okay? I promise we will.”

Hermione nodded, burying her face into Ron’s shirt once again. The smell of the sun, earth, baking, and Ron lingered into her nose. The familiar smell of her other home.

The smell that reassured her that things would be okay again.

YES! I love this!

blue

polyjuice-personas:

jilylicious:

Teddy Lupin liked to wonder around school grounds when it was late at night. In his third year his godfather had given him a family heirloom that many of his peers would kill to get their hands on. Harry had made him swear he would never tell anyone because if Minerva McGonagall found out that Cloak was in her school again, she would have Harry’s head on a silver tray, served at the next Halloween feast.

Teddy knew he had a tendency to get in trouble but he was very good at getting out of them, too. Now that he was a Prefect, he actually could wander around the castle late at night without being disrupted but he was bored. He had been everywhere in the castle, knew every way in and out, knew each hidden room thanks to Uncle George and his godfather, now he wanted to go outside and get a closer look at the Forbidden Forest, he had this feeling inside him for the past month that he had to go there. He wanted to go to the Forbidden Forest ever since Harry told him about how his father and his parents ran around the forest on full moons. He had been to Shrieking Shack in his fourth year after Harry told him how to get in there, there were claw marks everywhere and old piano and a broken bed but it was his father’s home during full moons and Teddy went there when he missed his parents more than usual, especially on full moons when his headache came to a point he would feel like his head would explode.

It was a few days before the full moon and Teddy had patrol that night, he planned to sneak out of the school after his patrol was done and wander around the Forbidden Forest for a change. He had tucked the Invisibility Cloak under his robes as he walked the same route he always did. First around the Hufflepuff common room, then to the kitchens to have some chocolate, next Slytherin dungeons and then Gryffindor common room, finally Ravenclaw tower.

After he looked around to see if there was anyone around or if there was any of the pictures awake Teddy pulled the Cloak around himself and vanished instantly, he realised he was getting a little bit too tall for the Cloak but he would rather crawl on the floor than give the Cloak back to Harry simply because he didn’t fit.

Teddy loved Hogwarts during spring, the weather was a bit chilly at night but he didn’t mind, perks of being the son of a werewolf was that he was warm whatever he did. Teddy slowly walked by Hagrid’s hut which still had it’s lights on, he was probably still trying to contain the Nifflers that got loose earlier that day when a Gryffindor girl ignored Hagrid’s warnings and kept her necklace on.

Teddy

Teddy turned around to see who was calling his name, it was a whimper but it was most definitely his name.

Teddy

It was coming from the Forest so Teddy not so slowly walked into the darkness. There were small beacons of moonlight that found their way in through leaves but other than that it was pretty gloomy.

Teddy

It was clearer now, it was like it came from the ground. Teddy looked down and took the Cloak off as he reached for a stone that shined a little bit brighter than others. Teddy put the stone in his right hands palm in examined it, turned it around, checked from each perspective but couldn’t find anything peculiar about it, he turned the stone once more and the stone brightened before it started letting out something what looked like grey smoke.

“Teddy?”

Teddy knew that voice, he had heard it before when McGonagall showed him memories of his father in the Pensieve and he slowly lifted his gaze back up from the storm.

“Dad?”

Remus Lupin was standing right in front of Teddy with a smile and right next to him stood a woman with pink hair who he knew was Nymphdora Tonks, what else could explain his blue hair.

“Mum?”

“Wotcher, Teddy?” said his mother grinning widely, Teddy knew her from Harry’s memories and Mrs. Weasley’s long talks about her. She looked better then everything he had heard.

“I– How?” asked Teddy as he stared at his parents for the first time in his life.

“That stone you are holding is the Resurrection Stone, Harry had dropped it during the Battle of Hogwarts,” explained Remus as he stared at his son like he would disappear any moment. “I’m sure he told you about that.”

“Yes he did,” replied Teddy, thinking about how Harry told him what his dad said to him before Harry dropped the stone, he had made him tell that story maybe ten times and watched the memory countless times. “So you are real? I am not imagining you?”

“No, love, we are very real,” replied his mother as her hair turned a vivid blue, he ran his hand through his own blue hair and grinned at her.

“Thanks for this,” he said as he walked a little bit closer to them. “So, um, how are you?”

Teddy had so much he wanted to ask but he didn’t have the words for it and after he asked how they were he felt stupid, it was an unnecessary question to ask since they didn’t have much to do.

“Forget about how we are doing, you are a Prefect now!” chanted Tonks, her pride could be heard clearly. “And, you are a Hufflepuff!”

Teddy and Remus both laughed softly at her excitement, he could see that he got his dad’s smile and body but his mum’s everything else.

“Um, dad, I was torn between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff but the Sorting Hat–”

“What are you talking about? Hufflepuffs are amazing, they are smarter than most Gryffindors are for sure,” interrupted Remus a warm smile on his face and then he turned to Tonks. “I’m starting to think Andy puts something in the water.”

Both of them laughed and Teddy couldn’t help but feel like someone just stabbed him in the heart, this was what he had been missing his all life, this was what he would have had if they survived. Sure he loved the Potters and the Weasleys but this was his real family and he couldn’t help but want them back.

“What’s wrong, Teddy?” asked his mum pulling him from the trance he was in.

“What– I–?”

“You play with your rings, our rings, when you feel down,” explained Remus. Teddy did not see that coming, how did they know he wore their rings? “We have been watching you Teddy, we are here with you even though you can’t see us buddy, we are always here.”

Remus was pointing at Teddy’s heart, of course they were there but he wanted more, having them in their heart was one thing, talking to them and joking with them was another.

“It is not the same,” objected Teddy barely whispering, he could feel his eyes watering and his hair changing colour as they always did when he was sad. “It’s just not.”

“Teddy your hair–”

“Yeah it turns black when I’m sad, I have no idea why.”

But his mum was laughing uncontrollably and his dad was just staring at him in awe.

“What’s so funny?” babbled Teddy angrily, “Why is she laughing?”. Black wasn’t that weird or funny considering the hair colours he usually chose.

“It’s just that black hair and the Black genes you have, you reminded us of someone we know,” replied Remus still not tearing his eyes away.

“Someone we know?!” yelled Tonks in between her laughing. “Sirius is going to kill you once more for that.”

“What do you want me to tell him?”

“You look like Sirius Black, darling, Remus’ soul mate and first love,” stated his mum, without a trace of jealousy on her face.

“Harry’s godfather? Oh I kind of figured that out from all those memories Minnie showed me,” said Teddy nonchalantly, his father looked relieved.

He never cared for what they did or what they were, Teddy always cared about the fact that they were his parents and they were perfect. He remembered how fondly Harry talked about Sirius and if his father never got over him, well that wasn’t really a problem because he didn’t have to, just like Teddy would never get over the absence of their parents. He could see that his father loved his mother, he knew that death was never expected and shit happened, he knew better than most. The fact that he loved Harry referring to him as his eldest didn’t mean that he forgot his actual parents, he would never do that.

This was what Teddy wanted, to talk to his parents about stupid stuff and laugh with them, ask for their advice every now and then. He didn’t understand how Harry left the stone here and didn’t keep it, just to talk to all the people he had lost. He was going to hold on to the stone, he didn’t have to be as brave as Harry was, he could talk to his parents every now and then when he needed to. As he was thinking this through Remus opened his mouth like he had read Teddy’s mind.

“Teddy, you need to promise me you’ll leave that stone here or give it to Minerva,” pointed out, he suddenly looked very serious.

“What’s so wrong if I want to talk to you every know and then?” protested Teddy. “All the other kids get their chances to talk with their parents, why not me?”

“Because it is dangerous Teddy,” said his mum with a worried voice. “You are a smart boy, you have heard about this stone before, you know the story. We may be real, you may now be talking to us but you can’t waste your time talking to the dead.”

“Don’t say that,” begged Teddy, the reminder was like a shot in the head.

“We listen to you, when you want to talk to us, just because you can’t see us doesn’t mean that–”

“Yes it does,” he interrupted his dad, feeling his anger rise in him. “Every damn full moon I shut everyone out and try to sleep through a head ache. I like my meat almost raw just like Uncle Bill does. My hair changes colours, my face becomes whatever I want it to be. Everyday bloody day is a reminder that I am your child without even meeting you.”

“Do you know what it feels like when Mrs. Weasley talks about you or McGonagall compares me to you? I can’t say anything because I don’t know you. Out of all the people in the world who got to meet you, only your son didn’t. People tell things, people know your shells. I don’t have Sirius, James or Lily to tell me about the real you, dad, without the bloody wall you put up against other people. Grandpa didn’t know you like they did, he tried and I am thankful but he is aware that all he has is you as a son and not as a Marauder. At least I know how mum was raised and have some of her in me but you, I need to get to know you.”

“Not like this Teddy, I’m sorry,” apologised Remus as he tilted his head to the side, he could see their resemblance each time he moved. The long limbs, the way they both wore their hearts on their sleeves only if they wanted to, he was so painfully Remus Lupin’s son that he hated it, he almost hated that he reminded everyone who his father was, how much it must hurt them, too. “You know why we did what we did, we wanted you to have the best future you can have, we never really meant for you to grow up without us and you should know that it hurts us as much as it hurts you.”

“You are not aware that we didn’t get to meet you either, love. When we want for you to give the Stone back, we are making a hard decision ourselves, too.”

“You really can’t control if I keep the Stone or not,” challenged Teddy.

“We can’t control if you keep it or not but we can control how we are and if it means that you’ll let the Stone go, that’s exactly what we will do,” said his mum, looking nothing like her usual cheerful self. Teddy never knew that she had it in her and he felt a little scared.

“I may give it to Minnie, I can’t promise anything.”

“Teddy!” scolded Remus. “Also, don’t call your Professor Minnie”

“Oh, so it’s alright when Sirius does and I can’t do it?” complained Teddy as he couldn’t help but laugh, he never had anyone tell him off for calling her that. “Next, you are going to tell me to stay out of trouble.”

“Why yes, I am,” said Remus as he furrowed his brows. “You really should be careful, I don’t know what Harry was thinking giving you that Cloak.”

“You planned pranks for the Marauders and you tell me to stay away from trouble. Remus I-was-a-prefect-but-who-cares Lupin tells me to stay away from trouble. Mum, do something.”

Teddy hadn’t realised up until now that his mother was doubled over laughing at them and they just stared at her as she tried to catch her breath.

“Do whatever you want, love, don’t listen to him,” joked Tonks as she smiled widely.

“You really should go back to the castle buddy, Forest is never safe at this time,” said Remus warily.

“But–”

“The longer we take to go away, the worse,” added his mum.

“You are a strong boy Teddy, you can do this, go make us proud and don’t forget, we are always with you,” said Remus, his eyes stuck on Teddy’s face.

“We love you so much and don’t you ever forget that,” reminded his mum, he had never seen her cry before and he felt like he never felt anything more painful than seeing her like that.

“I love you, too,” whispered Teddy as he fought the tears trying to escape his eyes. He gave the stone a one last squeeze before he put it in his pocket. He slowly walked up to the castle and just as he made his way to the Hufflepuff common room, it was too late to pull the Cloak over him now.

“Mr. Lu–”

McGonagall was staring at him like she had seen a ghost.

“Where were you?” she demanded as calmly as she could but Teddy could swear her eyes were filled with tears.

“Um, in the forest,” said Teddy as he reached for the stone, deciding if he should give it to her or not. “I was talking to my parents, Professor”

“How?”

Teddy held out the stone for Minerva to take, she took it immediately and examined it. The one thing his parents asked him to do, he just couldn’t say no.

“I’m sure you heard about it ma’am, the Resurrection Stone. My dad made me promise I would give it to you.”

“Have you seen yourself, Mr. Lupin?” asked McGonagall softly as she pushed Teddy to somewhere he could see himself.

His blue hair was gone now, he had visible locks of blondish hair and amber eyes that burned like fire, he looked so much like his dad, he thought he turned the Stone without realising.

“I know you miss them Mr. Lupin but I wish I could explain to you how much you are like them without even realising,” said McGonagall, she was smiling at Teddy with warm eyes. “Now off to bed and visit me tomorrow after your patrol Mr. Lupin, I have something to show you.”

Teddy nodded and went back to his dorm thinking about how the time will pass until it was 10 o’clock tomorrow.

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Soft, sixth year Romione

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It had become a daily occurrence, Hermione’s visits to the hospital wing after dinner was over, but this Friday evening was the first time Madam Pomfrey had allowed her to stay past visiting hours.
“Only because there’s no one else for you to disturb. But only an hour Mr Weasley and Miss Granger, you hear me? Not a minute after.” She warned them sternly, though as she turned away, Hermione could have sworn she saw the matron smile softly.
“So how’s Harry doing then?” Ron asked straight away as he adjusted the pillows behind his back. “Still obsessing over Malfoy?”
“That and the inside of Ginny’s mouth.” Hermione replied quickly with a smirk at Ron’s disgusted face.
“Oh that’s just grim! You’re evil you know that?” Ron said swiping out with a hand to swat at Hermione’s shoulder.
Hermione laughed and dodged the hand, and tucking a piece of her curling hair back behind her ear. “Sorry, I do actually sometimes forget. It’s hard to remember who I can to talk to about what nowadays.”
“What do you mean?” Ron asked puzzled, rolling the sleeves of his pyjamas up, exposing those swirling scars to the dusky light that was streaming through the large hospital wing windows.
“Well, I can’t talk to you about Harry and Ginny, and I can’t talk to Ginny about Harry or you-.”
“What are you talking to my sister about me for?” Ron interrupted, his eyebrows pulling together and his eyes staring at her fiercely. Hermione felt her throat seem to swell, stopping the air passing through to her lungs as head flooded her cheeks and she dropped her gaze from his bright blue eyes.
The silence reigned for a beat before Hermione coughed out, “No reason. She just…doesn’t want to listen to me harp on about you or Harry.” Hermione reasoned.
“That’s literally what you just said though.” Ron commented with a smug smile.
“Right…well…at least I know that you’re listening to me for once.” Hermione rebutted, giving Ron the best stern look she could conjure up in her embarrassment.
“Hey I listen!” Ron complained and Hermione sighed inwardly in relief that Ron had taken her bait and moved on.
“I know. I’m just joking.”
“Very funny.” Ron muttered sarcastically with a roll of his eyes.
“I can be funny you know.” Hermione told him.
“I know you can. I never said you weren’t?” Ron questioned in confusion.
“No but it sometimes feels that way.” Hermione complained thinking back to being in the common room earlier, grabbing some spare parchment and quills to take for Ron.
Lavender and Pavarti had made their way down the girls staircase and upon spotting Hermione began to discuss her loudly, as though they hadn’t seen her.
“Did you hear what Pansy said today in Potions? Usually I wouldn’t laugh at anything she says but it was hilarious.” Lavender announced loudly as they walked past and even though Hermione could quite clearly remember the snobbish remark, Pavarti seemed to want to play along with Lavender’s mean game.
“I honestly don’t Lav…remind me?” Pavarti requested.
“You’d think that the stick that’s wedged so far up the mudbloods arse would make her walk funny, but not even a stick would interfere with her boring, goody goody persona.” Lavender quoted, pushing her nose up in quite a good impression of Pansy, but Hermione didn’t laugh or respond, she continued stuffing books in beside the quills and parchment for Ron, perhaps a little more forcefully than before.
“People think I’ve got a stick up my arse and don’t know how to have fun.” Hermione told Ron brusquely, reaching down into her bag on the floor beside her chair, avoiding Ron’s gaze as he huffed out angrily.
“Who’s said that?”
“Oh…no one.” Hermione replied pulling up the books and parchment and placing them onto her knees, still not looking up.
“Liar.” Ron said sternly and Hermione looked up then, noting his scrunched forehead and pouting lips. “You wouldn’t say that about yourself. So someone’s said something.”
Hermione sighed, “No one said anything Ron. Just forget it.”
“No.”
“Ron…”
“Hermione, whoever said it…they’re not worth a shit.” Ron told her, his voice low and gaze softening, his hand reaching out once more for her shoulder and this time soothingly rubbing it with his thumb. The warmth of his hand seeped through the wool of her jumper and the left the skin beneath tingling slightly.
“Thanks Ron.” Hermione mumbled with a smile.
“You’re plenty funny anyway!” Ron announced after a moment, letting his hand fall back to the crisp white sheets of his bed.
“Yes but why am I always the funniest when no one is around to hear it?” Hermione asked, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms on top of the pile of books.
“Oh, so you have a stick up your arse and now I’m no one. What a great pair we make.” Ron said jokingly, bringing his legs up and crossing them beneath the sheets to allow him to lean closer to Hermione.
“Oh hush you know that’s not what I mean.” Hermione reprimanded, flicking his hand on the bed.
“No, no. I’m no one and obviously what I think and say doesn’t mean shit!” Ron said, his voice raising and the grin he was trying suppress appearing as he spoke.
“Language Weasley!” Madam Pomfrey shouted from her office, she was just walking past it with a tray full of vials in hand, disappearing once again into the depths.
“Sorry!” Ron called out with a chuckle.
“Ron! You what you think of me- what you and Harry think of me means the world to me. Everyone else can go to hell.” Hermione said in a quieter tone than before.
There’s silence and Hermione finds herself having to look up and she’s not disappointed when she does. Ron sits upright in his bed, scarred arms on show with a huge grin on his face. “Same goes to you too.” He tells her softly, the tips of his ears colouring and Hermione can’t help but flush in response.
“Now what goodies have you brought me today?” Ron says after a moment, looking down at her lap where the pile of books sit.
Hermione shakes her head a little, hoping that Ron doesn’t notice and picks up the pile and places it onto the side of his bed beside him.
“Transfiguration homework, the quiz we did today in charms, my notes from potions today aaand…” Hermione broke off, leaning down into her bag once more and pulled out the purple and gold packet that Ron loved so much. “A chocolate frog.” She told him, holding the package out to him with a flourish.”
“Excellent way to ease the pain of all this homework that you’ve been so kind to bring me.” Ron took hold of the frog from her and began unwrapping it quickly and taking a bite. “You’d think,” he began again with a full mouth, but Hermione for some reason didn’t have the heart to scold him about it. “that being poisoned by a professor would give me the right to a break from all the work.”
“Oh yes, you know McGonagall will happily let you hide from Lavender with nothing to do.” Hermione laughed and even Ron choked out a small chuckle.
“Hey, you know that’s not what I’m doing.” He told her, grinning guiltily all the while. “I’m recovering. I nearly died you know?”
“Yeah, yeah the whole school knows Ron. Don’t worry. You’re going to be a legend once more. Poisoned by professor and lives to tell the tale.” Hermione joked.
Ron guffawed at that and finished off his chocolate frog, but not before offering some to Hermione.