I was thinking about posting this after I wrote it, but then i was actually THREATENED (not really but yeah really) by @bjornthorsson20 no less... Humph. You get your wish (demand?) sir.

I give you, this lil ficlet born of random conversations that have nothing to do with Romione and yet still somehow come back to Romione:

"Ron? Are you ready to go?" Hermione bustled around their sitting room, anxious to get to Kings Cross Station for their kids.

Ron was anxious too, but also slow.

"I'm ready," he said as he finally sauntered into the sitting room. "We have plenty of time love. Train probably hasn't even cleared Nottingham yet."

"I want to be there when it pulls in!" As she grabbed her purse, her muggle cell phone rang from somewhere inside. Ron was still getting used to the thing, and jumped when it rang.

Hermione glanced at her watch and rolled her eyes. "It's Ginny. We'll see her in 2 minutes."

Perplexed, Ron asked, "did she tell you she would call at a certain time?"

Hermione glanced at Ron through the mirror in the foyer where she was adjusting her hair. "No, why?"

"So how'd you know she was calling if you didn't look at your phone?"

"I looked at my watch."

"But... Watches tell time. Not who's calling."

Hermione laughed. "Oh! I never showed you, did I? Mum got a new apple watch so she gave me her old one! It syncs up to your phone and you can see who's calling or texting!" While she was explaining she held up her wrist to show Ron the strange looking watch adorning it. It had no numbers or hands, just a plain black face. But when she tapped it, the screen lit up and showed the time in analog form.

Hermione turned to the floo and grabbed the powder. But when she turned to Ron he was simply staring at her.

"What?"

"That's barmy!!!"

"What's barmy Ron?"

"You're telling me, that watch can tell you who's calling on your phone? Next you're going to tell me you can answer on it too!"

"Actually," she said slowly, "I can. Now can we go before Ginny calls again? At least then I'll be able to show you."

"What sorcery is this?!" He muttered as he reached one hand for the floo powder and the other for Hermione. "Muggles have their own sort of magic... King's Cross!"

Hey that was the threat I made yesterday! Nice! Nice to see I still got my intimidation game on point 😎 (though it didn't really agree to my terms but hey I'll take it). And honestly Ron even I was mystified so you're not alone lol Muggles are indeed barmy

So, @witchwheezes some days ago shared with me her performance with a couple friends of A Very Potter Musical and I just knew I had to draw this moment from it! @witchwheezes you rock!

Just saying the truth... 🙄

I'm proud to be part of that Pantheon on all three accounts lol

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We love Bjorn's take on Romione at Bill and Fleur's wedding!

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Artist: bjornthorsson20

Selected trope: DH Missing Moment (Dancing at Bill's wedding)

Brief Summary: Ron and Hermione are dancing, and Ron notices Krum watching them from afar, as Ron proceeds to smirk at him triumphantly.

Heeeeeeeey I know this one lol

The Harsh Reality

And our second fic today is a lovely missing moment from @mertronus!

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Fic Title: The Harsh Reality Author Name: Mertronus Selected Trope: DH Missing Moment Brief Summary: Ron enjoys an intimate moment with Hermione in the tent… Word Count: 809 Rating: M Any Trigger Warnings: none

Ron smiled, his eyes still closed as he ran his fingers up the thighs that were straddling him. When his hands reached her pert bum, he gave it a long squeeze - something he’d longed to do for so many years.

“Mmmm,” Hermione hummed near his ear. Her lips seemed on a mission to kiss each and every freckle along his neck and jawline, and he was quite content to allow it.

“Oh, ‘Ermione,” he groaned.

When her lips finally found his, he sank into the kiss as if he needed her to breathe. Her hips ground down on his and he knew she felt his prick as it reached for her, ached for her. He pulled his hands away from her arse reluctantly, wishing he had several hands as he had so much more of her to explore. He spread his fingers across her slender back pulling her into him as they deepened the kiss. He was drowning in her taste, scent and just everything Hermione, but oh, what a way to go.

Fuck that beginning and fuck off with that pessimism Hermione! Loved this and love you, goddamn you ♥️

Bedknobs and Breadcrusts

Let us know how much you LOVE this second kiss from CowahBull!

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Fic Title: Bedknobs and Breadcrusts

Author Name: CowahBull

Selected Trope: Second Kiss

Brief Summary: The War is over.  Voldemort is dead. And Hermione still doesn’t like the crust on her sandwiches.

Word Count: 989

Rating: G

Any Trigger Warnings: None

Ron crawled into his four-poster bed more exhausted than he could ever remember. They won. The war was over. Voldemort was dead. Relief rushed over him as he pulled the blankets up over himself and fell fast asleep.

He, Harry, and Hermione slept in the Gryffindor boys’ dormitory until the sun rose once again through the window in the corner. Ron opened the curtains to his bed to see a small tray of sandwiches and pumpkin juice resting on the bedside table. “Ugh, corned beef,” he said to himself, shaking his head as he took his first bite. “Mum must have sent these up.” He turned his attention to the bed to his left and saw a bushy brown head emerge from behind the curtains. A smile spread across his face as he locked eyes with Hermione and he held out the tray of food to her. Hermione moved to sit next to him on the edge of his bed and took one happily as they ate together.

Harry wtf?! Stop it! Ugh lol jk you're a fine bloke I guess

Birds, Friends & Lovers

Have a Sixth Year AU from @mertronus!

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Fic Title: Birds, Friends & Lovers Author Name: Mertronus Selected Trope: 6th Year AU Brief Summary: Moments after the great bird attack of 96, Ron goes after Hermione to confront her. Based on the classic Ross & Rachel moment: “you’re over me?” Word Count: 656 Rating: T Any Trigger Warnings: none

Ron stood still for a moment once the birds had all vanished, seething. Without another word to Harry, he wrenched open the classroom door and took off after Hermione, ignoring Harry’s call and sidestepping the waiting Lavender. 

He caught up with his so-called best friend halfway down the next corridor.

“What the ruddy hell was that Hermione?” he almost roared as he spun her around, pinning her against the wall. “You…birds…are you mad?!”

Hermione, who had tears streaming down her face, tried to get away from him but he wouldn’t let her. “Maybe I am!” She finally screeched. “Now let me pass before I do something much worse.”

“What have I done?”

“You mean aside from the awful way you’ve been treating me the last few days?”

“So that means you pin some ruddy birds on me?!”

They were toe to toe in the empty corridor, tears gone and neither backing down from the fight.

“Be happy it was only birds Ronald Weasley, because you know as well as I do that I can do much worse.”

“Brilliant! Some best friend you are!”

“You want to talk about best friends?! You’ve been acting like the worst kind of friend!”

“At least I didn’t attack you with magical birds!” Ron roared.

A BIT MUCH?! YOU THINK IT WAS "A BIT MUCH"?! Hermione, I love you, I really do, but fucking hell, woman. But hey, the ending was cute. And really, they were both gits lol

Today Is Not Real

Enjoy this Second Kiss from @sp0okynerd!

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Today Is Not Real 

Name: Caity or AccioTardisKey on A03

Trope: 2nd Kiss

Brief Summary: A simple and sweet reflection on the morning that follows the war. 

Word Count: 1.3k

Rating: T

Thanks to adenei for betaing  

Dawn broke, cascading the light of morning across the castle land. The fresh dew sparkled and from a distance it made it look like everything was new again. The sky was painted with splatterings of pink, blue, and yellow. It’s strange how mornings like this can follow such horrid events. A beauty that was both needed and scary.

So much loss had happened here. So much it made Hermione’s stomach twist. The thoughts of the last 48 hours of her life played in a loop in her head. She shouldn’t be here, none of them should, and yet all three of them had survived. 

She had never given much thought to what would come after or what would be the next step after Voldemort was defeated. She spent so much of her time wondering how they would get to this point, but there was no plan for what would come after. For once, Hermione felt truly lost, with no sense of direction.

She found a spot to sit near the bank of the lake, and reminisced briefly on when she would come here during the school year to study or relax. Often, the boys would join her, and it was in those moments that she was able to set some of her weighing thoughts down. The amount she used to worry about Arithmancy or Ancient Runes seemed silly now. Back then she felt like a girl, but in the aftermath of the war, she felt older than ever. She had been through things that aren’t typical for the majority of teens, and she wondered if she’d ever feel her age again. 

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A Very Pasteful Plan

Have another Stuck Together! We hope you love it!

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Fic Title: A Very Pasteful Plan

Author Name: cheesyficwriter

Selected Trope: Stuck Together

Brief Summary: Finally fed up with his two best friends and their constant bickering, Harry joins in on a plan to force Ron and Hermione into close proximity…whether they want to or not. 

Word Count: 1,329

Rating: T

Any Trigger Warnings: N/A

A/N: 5th Year AU that will be told entirely from Harry’s POV. Split into two chapters.

A Very Pasteful Plan

“I know exams are coming up, Hermione. You’ve only reminded me five bloody times!”

“That’s rubbish! I wouldn’t have to remind you at all if you would just follow the study schedule I’ve drawn up.”

“I don’t need a study schedule, or color-coded notes, mind you.”

“Oh, well, I suppose I shouldn’t even bother anymore.”  

Harry groans, massaging the deep crease in his temple. He’s not sure how much longer he can remain apathetic to the nonsense spewing out of his best friends’ mouths. They’re making a lot of noise in the center of the Gryffindor common room for two people talking at each other—not to each other, per usual.

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Not to sound like a greasy pig, but already sounding so, MOOOOOOOREEEEEEEEE! XD

Not a Last Resort

We can’t get enough of #fakedating! Enjoy this take from @mina-roman!

Fic Title: Not a Last Resort Author Name: Mina_Roman Selected Trope: Fake Dating Brief Summary: Hermione tells a fib when she gets asked to the Slug Club’s Christmas Party Word Count: 2,771 Rating: G

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Part I: The Lie

As Hermione perused the aisles of the library, running her fingers down the leather spines of books, she became lost in her own thoughts. After an early rise this morning, she’d finished the ten inches for Defence Against the Dark Arts, revised her Ancient Runes translation, and gotten started on her Arithmancy reading—and she would still be able to meet Ron and Harry for a late breakfast in an hour. Finally, her eyes halted on the copy of New Theory of Numerology, Vol. II that she’d been looking for. Pulling it off the shelf, she flickered through its pages, absorbing the information as her fingers hovered over key names and theorems until a shadow caused the words to disappear. 

Hermione looked up and frowned at the sight of Cormac. 

“Hey, Granger.” 

“Hi.”

“I thought I’d find you here. You always have your nose in a book. Or your hand on one.” Cormac flashed her a pearly-white smile as if he’d taken lessons from Professor Lockhart. “So, the Slug Club’s Christmas party is around the corner. I’m single, and I know you are too…” When Hermione didn’t reply, he added, “Come as my date.”

“No.” Realising how curt she sounded, she forced a small smile. “I can’t.” 

It wasn’t the first time she’d been asked to a dance by someone she hadn’t wanted to go out with. When Viktor had asked, Hermione hadn’t processed that he was asking her as his date. Lost in the moment, she’d stuttered out a yes though her heart had cried out against it. Then Neville had also asked, but turning him down had come easily because she already had a date. Ron asking was different. Her stomach had squirmed with the admission of the truth and how much she wished it weren’t the case. But still, she knows now that her pride would’ve kept her from agreeing as he never had truly considered to even ask. 

BRUUUUUUUUUUUUUH THE LAST LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kiss Each Other Clean

Can’t get enough of Romione second kiss? Neither can we!

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Title: Kiss Each Other Clean

Author Name: RonsGirlFriday (tumblr: constitutionalweasleymonarchy)

Trope: Second kiss

Summary: The battle is over and all Hermione wants is to wash it all off of her. A chaste Romione shower scene in which all the important bits stay covered up but everything else is stripped away.

Word count: 4253

Rating: T

Trigger warnings: none

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Voldemort was defeated and all Hermione wanted to do was take a shower.

It was an inane thought, and she felt all at once repulsed and tempted to let out a delirious laugh at how trivial it was.

But she couldn’t shake it. Not the first time she really allowed herself to sit down when the battle was over. Not when Harry found her and Ron and the three escaped the Great Hall together. Not after their visit to the Headmaster’s office.

She was covered in dirt and blood, sweat and tears, and the more she thought about it the less she could stand it. She just needed to wash it all off of her — the reminder of everything that had just happened — the death — her skin crawled with it.

Seven flights of stairs ought to have been nothing after the last several hours — months — of hell, and yet the climb to the boys’ dormitory was the exact moment her body decided to suggest to her, Mmm, perhaps we’ve had enough?

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