"I love you so much," Hermione said, resting her head against his shoulder.

"And I, you."

// Fin

Hermione breathed him in, the smell of soot from the fireplace and spices from the Muggle restaurant he'd visited for her, and that faint scent of parchment and grass that always clung to him. That scent she adored and made her toes curl every time, even when she was annoyed with him.

"I know you hate this," Ron said.

"I just hate feeling so useless," Hermione replied, her mouth full of food.

"You're not useless---you're growing a child. Our child. That's the most amazing magic there is!"

He sat down on the bed next to her and wrapped an arm around her.

And all she could eat lately without being ill was potatoes, so she followed him to their bedroom where he proceeded to fuss over her as she sat back down amidst the veritable mountain of pillows he'd conjured for her.

Ron handed her the bag and smiled as she dug in, too hungry to show restraint.

"No peas, just potato for you," he replied. "Just like you like."

He held the bag just slightly out of her reach.

"Now come on, the Healer said you were supposed to be on bed rest until the baby's due."

Hermione sighed---she felt fine, if tired, and loathed being on bed rest.

He came into her office holding a tantalizing looking bag of takeaway and Hermione's stomach lurched with excitement.

"You're supposed to be resting, Hermione," Ron said, though his voice was fond rather than exasperated.

"Are those samosas?" Hermione asked, ignoring his remark.

Well, she'd managed to make the entire bloody flat smell like lilac.

There was a clatter in the Floo hall, and she heard someone---Ron, sneeze loudly.

"Hermione? Are you all right? What's that smoke? You're not burning that rubbish Luna sent over, are you?"

His voice sounded worried.

But she'd seen him wincing as he'd pulled on his robes and headed out to work, and she'd decided to whip something up for him she'd seen in Magical Medicine Monthly.

It had been a while since she'd pulled out her cauldron to brew and she'd gotten rather rusty, so instead of a soothing salve...

Whenever the weather got cold and damp like this, and it had been a miserable, wet spring, the scars bothered him. He never complained about it, not wanting to worry her when he knew she had so much on her plate. The campaign against thestral abuse, Rosie's magical preschool applications...

With an irritated groan, she sat back in her desk chair and vanished the whole lot. It was useless for what she wanted--needed it for.

She closed her eyes and could picture Ron, scratching at the scars on his arms from that long ago battle at the Ministry.

A Romione drabble for @ffswhyamihere.bsky.social //

Hermione's neck and shoulders ached from leaning over the steaming cauldron, but the experimental brew she'd been working on remained stubbornly, irritatingly blue instead of the shimmering lavender she was aiming for.

For @lunalive-fic.bsky.social //

"What are you doing, Parkinson?" Harry asked, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the edge of his faded Auror Retreat 2003. "You're going to poke your eye out like that."

Pansy Parkinson dropped her wand hand and leveled him with a glare.

You spoil us with Drontent

🫰💖 #nsfwart

twas a very good fic 🙂‍↕️

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Watercolor of a pink card in a hand

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My fic for the Panville Server Masquerade has been revealed! Rom com, crack treated seriously, Pansy Parkinson goes after what she wants 💌 (And yes, I did this art to confuse everyone!) #panville
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Hogwarts train in station

// #romione family fluff for @ffswhyamihere.bsky.social

“Do you think they’ll be alright?” Hermione sighed, as the Hogwarts Express faded from view.

“Of course,” Ron said, squeezing her shoulders, “what could possibly happen to them? It’s Hogwarts, we know it.”

So lovely and tender! I love it so much!

Colored pencil drawing of two men embracing

Colored pencil drawing of two men embracing

Some drontent for the timeline.

Draco and Ron in colored pencil.

#drpansypencils

#hprarepairs

🎊 Happy Prompt Reveal Day, friends! 🎊

We tried to give y’all 25 diverse prompts to ensure that no matter what you like to write, you can find a prompt to inspire you 🥰

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1/3

Yeah, but Ron is bashed the most. If bashing were an equal opportunity sport, Ron fans wouldn't bat an eye. When you're a fan of a character & most fanon portrayals we get drags his character thru the mud, it's natural to feel anger & resentment towards the fans that perpetuate this garbage.

The first Harry Potter fanfic I ever wrote was over 20 years ago and it was a self-insert where I personally dated Ron Weasley, no tongue that rises against him shall prosper with me.

Romione gen fluff for @ffswhyamihere.bsky.social

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Hermione leaned on the bathroom counter at the Burrow, staring at herself as she brushed her teeth. Ginny teased her but some habits were hard to break. Tooth cleaning charms never felt as satisfying as fluoride.

i also love you

Hello bluesky! I’m Lunalive 👋

I am mostly a Hansy writer with some rare pairs sprinkled in.

My main WIP is a Hansy memory loss secret child fic. Slow burn, ETL, complicated family dynamics 💚 archiveofourown.org/works/45814576/

#hansy

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Draco said dramatically. “I forgot I was supposed to say that I love your tiny cock, excuse me. Very small. Can hardly feel it inside of me—“

“All right, all right—“ Ron grinned. “You’ve made your point.”

“But most of all,” Draco said, a smirk spreading across his face, “your absolutely enormous cock—“

Ron scoffed, though there was a half smile on his lips, “—glad you appreciate the important things about me.”

“Yes,” Draco said. “I love your beautiful red hair,” he kissed Ron’s temple. “Your amazing freckles,” he kissed one cheek and then the other, “your brilliant wit,” he pressed a kiss to one corner of Ron’s mouth, then the other, “your clever mind.”

Two men lying down, one blond, one redhead

// #dron, explicit language

“You have nothing to feel insecure about,” Draco said, smiling down at him. “I love everything about you.”

“Yeah?” Ron said softly.