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SEVERUS SNAPE

The character I love to hate, and hate to love. Severus Tobias Snape. 🧪🦇 🐍

Ron at the Yule Ball

Ahaaaaa Id been wanting to put up this ask but the box wasnt working for me till now lol sorry.... Romione - Historical AU, Fake Marriage... Romione again coz im mad about it, Bar/Restaurant AU with Teacher AU...Bonus if the Teacher is Ron coz Hermione sucks at teaching tbh...m sorry but yea...And Jily Royal AU with poorly timed confessions...Love your writing <333

So this took the longest time to finish, but I wanted to make it right

Romione (Historical AU – Fake Marriage):

The Granger and Weasley families were rivals. One family warriors and adventurers working for the crown and banks. The other with more than half of them working as healers. The youngest son of the Weasley family, Ron, and the only daughter and heiress to the Granger family, Hermione, both knew that if the feud kept on going, both families would cease to exist.

There was an arrangement made between the two of them. They would marry in order for the two families to cease their seemingly eternal feud. And it worked. The feud had been over. There were celebrations, parties and balls made in the honor of the young newlywed couple.

But there was something that no one knew about the couple. And it was the mutual intolerance of one another. Ron believed that Hermione was a stuck-up nagging know-it-all that seemed to always need to be in the right. Hermione believed that Ron was an immature insensitive tactless man-child that had the apparent need to always swear.

But unknown to one another they became more and more smitten. They couldn’t let the other know. How could Hermione know that Ron thought that her wild brown hair made his heart beat somehow faster whenever he saw her in the morning? How her scrunched nose whenever she read a book was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen in another human?

How could Ron ever know that Hermione’s breath would almost stop completely whenever his large hands came in contact with her skin? How his blue eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue she had ever come across?

During a ball in Christmas Eve, Ron had a little bit too much to drink, desperate for an escape from his constant and undying pining towards Hermione. Then, Viktor Krum, a successful and famed boxer, had made an appearance and had danced with her throughout the night. She had called him out trying to stop him from possibly drinking himself to death, but Ron wasn’t having it.

“For once stop being a nightmare!” He had told her in an abandoned hallway. Her eyes filled with tears as her heart broke, and she ran towards the forests where no one could hear her crying. 

Ron could only watch the back of her head with those curls that he so desire to sink his fingers into. He returned to the party after drinking a made-up hangover tonic that was in the pantry that managed to sober him up. 

“WOLVES!” a quivering and scared voice yelled in the middle of the Living Room. “WOLVES HAVE BEEN SPOTTED NEAR THE MANOR!”

A sudden fear, so paralyzing that he thought if the world had stopped spinning for a whole minute, and then, Ron’s legs were moving before he realized.

Hermione sat on a rock by the lake. Her head in her hands as tears strolled down her cheeks. She sniffed and whined, not noticing the three wolves that had appeared just a couple of feet in front her. She raised her head. She knew she should’ve screamed for her help, but she became petrified. The middle wolf growled at her and as he went to lounge at her she covered her face, just to hear the wolf whimper along the voice of her husband.

“OI!” he bellowed. “Shit brain!”

Ron had thrown a sharp rock so hard the wolf had started to bleed, it escaped leaving two feral wolves to deal with. Ron threw another rock this time upwards hitting a large but weak branch that fell on top of a second wolf trapping him. The last wolf simply left seeing no worth in continuing the attack.

Ron was on Hermione at once hugging her as tight as she could. He laid apology after apology on her. He was crying, he realized how close he was to losing her. She was crying, she realized she hadn’t told him how she felt, she might’ve not had the chance if he hadn’t come.

They looked at one another. An unspoken agreement of blue crashing with brown. Their lips were on one another in a second, dancing with the other as they kissed for the first time. Her lips were softer than his dreams had thought of them. After perhaps making up for months constant pining and wanting they detached, their foreheads touching as their breaths hit their faces.

“Marry me,” he said. She laughed as if what he’d said was ridiculous.

“We’re already married.”

“Don’t care. I married you for them,” she didn’t need him to specify who was them. “I want to marry you.” A smile formed on her face as he kissed him some more.

“I will.”

Jily (Royal AU – Poorly Timed Confessions):

Prince James was someone who princess Lily always thought of as arrogant, pompous. A no good brat who alway got what he wanted.

They met at the engagement ball of prince Sirius and princess Pandora, the two were close to the bride and the groom, but it was more out of obligation more than anything else that the two spend time together. In preparation for the wedding the two prepared the ball, it had been nothing short of a disaster.

Prince James had fallen in love the second he had set his eyes on Lily, she was perfect, the perfect red hair, green eyes, slender figure with the wisdom of Athena. Lily herself had taken notice of James's attractive features, his brown eyes and messy hair that looked like a tornado had gone through it.

But then the arrogant idiot prince had to open his mouth and ruin everything. He was nothing short of a complete abuser of his power, making fun of people at every chance he had and boasting about his expert sword-handling. He also had the incredibly awful habit of making fun of princess Lily's closest friend Severus Snape.

It was on the week before the wedding when she had enough, prince James had humiliated Severus publicly and Lily had done her best to defend him, but when he James finally relented his continuous abusive ministrations he had called her the most awful of names someone could call another person.

She left that same day, losing a life-long friendship, but also freeing herself from prince James.

On the day of what was supposed to be prince Sirius and Pandora she had been told that the wedding had been cancelled. It was an arranged marriage, everyone knew that, but after some encouraging from prince James, Sirius had decided to run away to Potter Castle with prince James.

It was so that James and Lily didn't see each other for the next two years, but she would often hear of his adventures, his new and constant battles as he freed towns from oppressive bandits with nothing but his sword. She would hear of his charitable actions regarding the poor people of his kingdom.

When they finally met again, it was like meeting a whole different person. The cocky and arrogant attitude while still there, had died down a lot, his kindness was something truly amazing and so was his compassion. Princess Lily hated herself for even thinking it, but she was falling in love, at least that's what she thought as she had never felt what she did for prince James, for any other person.

There was a problem, however, prince James seemed to had forgotten about her. Although the two stayed on amicable terms there were no more propositions of marriage or courting only subtle nods or quick greetings.

And then the news came to her, he was soon getting engaged, his parents were already too old and they desired to see prince James married and with a child. And so being his usual selfless self prince James had organized a huge ball where multiple women, royal or not, were to attend so that he may choose a proper wife.

Princess Lily hadn't received an invitation and when she found out she didn't waste another second and set out. As she entered the ball room she saw him standing tall in front of a crowd of girls all different from the other, his mouth opened and Lily hoped she was not too late.

"I prince James of Godric's Hollow," he said. "Hereby choose–"

"Don't!" Lily shouted without really meaning to. James turned his head, shock displayed all across his features. "Don't marry them. They don't– I will– You are the most... Insensitive, pompous, arrogant and handsome fool I've ever met."

Faces and murmurs clearly didn't agree with that, but the corner of James's mouth quirked up.

"But I love you so please don't marry them," his eyes widened at her confession, and he seemed to think for a second before he cleared his throat.

"As I said," his eyes showing mirth. "I prince James of Godric's Hollow, hereby choose," it was over. Lily was too late. "Princess Lily of Surrey to be my wife."

Her head shot up, unsure of what she heard. Until he came down from the pedestal where he stood and walked towards her with a determination she didn't know was possible in a human being. He embraced her, his hands wrapped around her, his head looming closer until finally their lips met in a soft kiss.

So yes, prince James was someone who princess Lily always thought of as arrogant, pompous. But damn it, he did get what he wanted in the end.

Romione (Bar/Restaurant – Teacher AU) (WARNING: This one gets a bit spicy):

Ron sat down at the bar counter asking Rosmerta for his usual, Rum with Coke. He had finished preparing his latest lecture for his Literature Class at Hogwarts University. It had taken him almost an eternity to finish it in time, as he went to take a drink he heard a familiar voice behind him.

“Professor Weasley?” he’d recognized it anywhere. He turned around seeing Hermione Granger, the top students in all of Hogwarts perhaps. She was one his students, and the most challenging as well. Every class was filled with bickering between the two as they discussed a new novel or talked about a problematic author.

Recently he had started seeing her in a new light. As an educator he was ashamed of these thoughts, after all he was nearly ten years her senior. Well, he was barely seven years older than her, but that was still pretty bad. He had managed to become a professor thanks to the Headmaster, an old family friend.

“Ms. Granger,” he said. “What are you doing here? Isn’t it past your bed time?” She rolled her eyes, but she still smiled at his joke.

“Well, actually, my dorm mate Lavender said that I could use a break from all the studying. I don’t normally go out as much since–” she cut herself short as a sad look came across her eyes.

Ron didn’t need to finish. He had heard the gossiping around campus. How Hermione Granger had managed to score legendary football player Viktor Krum before leaving for college just for him to break up with her a few months later. He had actually heard of Krum, he was as old as him and Ron held a big admiration towards the famous athlete, before that admiration turned to disdain.

How could someone ever even think about breaking up with Hermione Granger? Sure, she could be nagging and bossy. But she was also kind, and brave. She wasn’t afraid of speaking her mind. And the fact that she was beautiful didn’t went over his head. She had this wild hair that always seemed untamable and Ron often found himself laying in bed as he pictured his fingers tangled in her mane while her mouth worked him until completion. He shook his head. He couldn’t think of that right now, and in front of her nonetheless.

“Well,” he said taking another sip of his drink. “I hope you have fun, Ms. Granger.”

“You too, Professor.”

The night went by and Ron couldn’t stop occasionally staring at her from the bar counter. In her table there were four other girls: a blonde girl who he had to guess was Lavender from the way Hermione kept calling her to get off the table; two identical brown girls, who Ron guessed were twins, one seemed as excited as Lavender and the other reminded him more of Hermione; and another blonde girl who had the widest eyes he had ever seen along with a dreamy look. 

As the evening went by many of the girls started heading back to their dorms and homes. Lavender went back with an Irish boy from Ron’s class named Seamus, the identical sisters were helping Luna who had fell from the table trying to dance in a strange way. Leaving Hermione alone in the table, Ron noticed she had barely had anything to drink. He took a last sip from his drink and left some money.

He went out the bar and walked in the direction of his home. He decided that he was too tired to walk and went to take out his phone just to find that he left it at the bar. Groaning he returned back finding a couple apparently snogging by the doorway. Ron muttered something about kids these days until he recognized the wild mane of curls and something that was definitely not good.

“Cormac!” Hermione’s voice yelled. “I said get off!”

“Shut up!” replied Cormac McLaggen. He was part of the rugby team. “You’ve been teasing me all night with that dress. And I think it’s time I have a little fu–”

Cormac’s threat was cut short as a fist flew to the side his jaw. Cormac slumped to the ground. Hermione looked scared and turned towards Ron, as the fear in her expression left just to be replaced with a crying relief. She wrapped her arms tightly against Ron. He patted her back as she cried and thanked him. 

“Are you alright?” he asked. Her head moved up and down against his chest. “I forgot my phone. I’ll go get it and then I’ll call you a taxi, alright?” She nodded again.

He went back inside the bar, took his phone and warned Rosemerta about McLaggen before going back out and calling a taxi for Hermione. When the taxi arrived he was faced with a request from her.

“C-can you ride back with me?” Ron didn’t hesitate and nodded. 

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The ride to her home was quiet. When they reached the door to her dorm, something sparked between the two fo them. Hermione pulled the collar of Ron’s shirt and brought his lips to her own. Ron knew this was wrong, yet he didn’t do anything to stop it. They were a passionate mess of kisses, licks and bites between the two.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Are you asking me if I'm drunk?" She asked him, her eyes half-lidded as they gazed at his lips.

"I'm asking you if you want to shag me as much as I want to ravage you?"

"And I'm saying I really want to ravage you as well, professor."

He undressed her with the most delicate of touches he had ever shown to another human being. She wasn’t just a hook up. Not to him at least.

When they were both nearly naked, Ron only having his underwear left, Ron put her down on the bed. He laid soft kisses from her ankle, to the back of her knee, to her inner thigh until his tongue was tasting her folds, the sweet nectar of her arousal touched his tongue and he thought his cock would actually burst. She writhed in pleasure under him, she was like the prey that he had wanted to tear apart for so long.

With a long moan that went to his ears and then to his cock she came. He kissed up her body, dipping his tongue inside her belly button and circling her nipples when he got to her chest before he reached her face. She was so bloody beautiful, and he didn’t know if he could hold on for any longer.

She turned them over kissing his jaw and neck. As she kissed him down his body before reaching the front of his trousers where a very prominent bulge took a hold of her attention. She kissed it through the cloth making him throw his head back. She pulled down his underwear revealing his large and thick manhood. She looked unsure of herself, and Ron was about to tell her she didn’t have to when she closed her mouth around him.

She was unexperienced that much was obvious her licking and sucking was very tentative, like she was afraid of doing something wrong. His hand unconsciously sought out her hair, as his fingers tangled with her hair. She didn’t seem to object as one of his fantasies seemed to play out in front of him. It took him Hermione kissing the tip of his cock before he came spurt after spurt in her mouth. He tried apologizing, but was left speechless when he saw her swallowing his ejaculation.

When he entered her he was careful, he realized this was her first time in a long time from how tight she was. He took his time to pleasure every part of her, playing special attention to her clit, nipples, neck and everything that he saw was making her approach her climax.

They came together with a powerful moan that mixed their two voices. She laid on top of him as she seemed to count the freckles on his chest.

“I’ve been wanting that for months now,” she said.

“Me too,” he admitted, running his fingers through her hair.

"So."

"So?"

"What does this mean?"

Ron took a few seconds, staring at her brown eyes, his heart spoke before his head had properly giving it a thought.

"I think that was one of the best nights I've had in a long time," he said. "And I'd love to take you out on a date, Ms. Granger." She smiled a bright and wide smile.

"It's Hermione, and I'd love to, professor."

"It's Ron, and I can't wait for it, Hermione."

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This... Just this!

I always felt like out of the Golden Trio, only Harry and Ron's friendship was the most balanced. On the other hand, in Harry and Hermione's friendship, Harry doesn't do much for Hermione as much as Hermione does for him. For Romione, It's Ron who always puts the most effort in the relationship with Hermione while she hardly reciprocates equally back. Please send to vivithefolle and I really am a fan of her Ron analyses.

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RWaHT - Chapter 17: Secret Friends

For the first time in a long time, Daphne felt a bit unconfident. As she walked down the halls to the stadium she couldn’t help, but to rub her naked nape. For almost five months now had she worn Tom’s locket, she had grown accustomed to the comfort of the cold gold chain that hugged her skin, and now only 15 minutes without it, she felt as if she was about to go crazy. She looked down at the box that she held in her hands, for some reason she felt unsure about this. Never before had she felt unsure, in fact having Tom around only made her far more and more confident about herself, but now it was as if his comforting praises and words were the true source of her confidence.

She knew this was ridiculous, before she met Tom she was already aware of her own skills and capabilities. Tom was only a voice reminding her of how special she was, of how capable she was, she didn’t need him…

Daphne looked down at the box in her hands, feeling a heavy weight dropping on top of her.

That much… 

Entering the stadium she saw Diggory, Lovegood and Weasley engaged in a conversation. Weasley said something that made Diggory laugh, and Lovegood something that resembled laughter in somebody’s messed up book. Diggory clapped Weasley’s back, and calmed down enough to say something in return, which made Weasley laugh. Lovegood then said something that made both Diggory and Weasley stop laughing, they looked at each other before bursting into more laughter, Lovegood joining them good heartedly.  The three of them almost looked like friends, and a strange ache settled in Daphne’s chest.

Clearing her throat, she announced herself to the room. The three looked up, Weasley’s chipper mood faltering at her sight, Diggory’s smile lowered, and Lovegood’s small and simple smile remained as she walked over to them. In fact, it was Luna who had decided to greet her.

“Hello, Daphne Greengrass,” she said. “How are you today?”

“I’m good,” she said, simultaneously wincing at her quiet tone. Clearing her throat once more she spoke in a more loud voice. “How about you?”

“I’m very good,” she said with a smile. “Thanks for asking. Although, I’m not sure how happy you’ll be with us today, seeing as we stopped speaking as soon as you entered the room.”

Diggory and Weasley gave Luna a sharp look, after which Diggory quickly recovered and approached her.

“Sorry about that,” said Diggory. “We were just–”

“It doesn’t matter,” she cut him off, even though the words didn’t feel that honest. “I understand why you wouldn’t be so inclined to be on good terms with me–”

“Oh she understands now does she,” Ron muttered in a sarcastic tone. Ignoring him she continued.

“I came with gifts,” she said. “A token of my forgiveness, and my willingness for us to be…” As she saw the way they stared at her, Daphne’s mind blanked. “To be…” Her throat felt dry and she swallowed to no avail, “To be…” Sweet Salazar, why was it so hot inside the stadium?

“Friends?” Ron finished for her in a questioning tone.

“YES!” Daphne shouted, making them flinch before she swallowed down her relief and repeating herself. “Yes,” she said in a more calm manner now.

She turned the box in her hands, opening it and revealing to them three large, oval lockets of heavy gold. One with an almost feathery ‘R’ in blue sapphires, another with a simple ‘H’ in diamonds, and the last had a sharp ‘G’ in red rubies. As the three other Champions looked down at their gifts, they all, almost, simultaneously looked back up at Daphne, who could only offer what she hoped was a friendly smile.

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RWatHT - Chapter 8: Broken Hearts

They had just finished the last D.A meeting before the holiday break. Cho was a bit disappointed to not have learned to see that Cedric had yet to show up to another meeting. Ever since he’d become a Champion it was becoming exceedingly difficult to get a moment alone between the two of them, she knew how apparently difficult the training was, she even saw some bruises on Ron Weasley’s face in the mornings that he would try to hide with the hood of his robes.

Luna Lovegood, who Cho had always been on formal terms in unlike the rest of their house, would come to dinner waving her wand under the table while muttering a spell again and again, she looked incredibly serious and the daydreaming look that always overtook her face seemed to be gone and replaced now with a face similar to Roger Davies’s during any Quidditch Match. It was unsettling to see someone who she saw as perpetually cheerful so unlike herself.

Daphne Greengrass was the odd one out, she heard almost nothing about the younger Slytherin other than the fact she was in Harry’s year and was apparently quite smart, second only behind Hermione. She had always kept quiet ever since she arrived at Hogwarts never bringing any sort of attention to herself. To say Cho had been surprised she had been chosen would be an understatement, she was of course one of the best students in her year, but nothing that Cho could say outstanding compared to Harry or Hermione.

And now there was nothing discernible that anyone could say about her behavior, she would finish her classes, go to wherever she went by the lake, disappear with her founder and appear the next morning at breakfast as if nothing had happened.

She understood that Cedric had now a burden of responsibilities, on top of being a Champion again, he was also the new Head Boy and the Captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. She understood, but she also wanted to snog her boyfriend, especially when he got all rough on her.

Lately, Cedric had gotten this more primal side of him during their private time, snogging the daylights out of her and leaving her very much dazed and quite happy. He held her waist close to him, he bit her lower lip almost hard for it to bleed, he whispered possessive sweet nothings into her ear while his hands seemed to roam more and more south. To everyone else he was sweet and innocent Cedric Diggory, and she liked it that way.

Now, she was walking through the halls of Hogwarts heading towards the Ravenclaw Tower to pack for the holidays. She had planned to invite Cedric, but she hadn’t found the time or place to do so. As she made a list in her mind about every little thing she might have missed she bumped into some as she rounded the corner, she fell on her bum and as she looked up to see who she had run into she came face to face with her boyfriend.

He looked spent, just like he did after his Quidditch training with the team, he had sweat all over him, he breathed heavily as he looked down at Cho. His normally well combed hair was in disarray, his eyes sparkled when they met with Cho’s, he had some Quidditch gloves on, but she knew that Hufflepuff had practice tomorrow. The corners of his mouth lifted as he saw Cho. Wordlessly, he picked up his girlfriend and took her hand leading them inside the castle into an empty classroom. Cedric casted a Silencing Charm and a Locking Charm on the door.

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Potters Look Quite Like Gingers Nowadays

Can't believe someone actually asked, but I'm happy to respond.

This one is a One-Shot Crack Fic I'm working on from book 2 to the final book.

Basically, Snape finds out about the whole Malfoy calling Hermione a mudblood incident in Chamber of Secrets, but instead of being angry at Malfoy for saying mudblood he projects himself onto him, and basically tries to set them up.

He fails because Hermione finds Malfoy repulsive and Malfoy really doesn't want to date Hermione, but still does what Snape tells him to because he's scared of his unstable Potions Professor.

Snape also begins to let go of his hatred for Harry and begins concentrating it on Ron, that's where the title comes from. I've just written a couple of paragraphs, but I hope it will turn out okay.

Here's little snippet:

Snape stared at Malfoy with such hatred, such repulsion and anger. That when Draco Malfoy finally raised his head, he realized he was looking into himself. The young Malfoy's grey eyes reflected his own dark and slumping figure, and there he realized they were one in the same. Two poor souls, unable to...

To be with the one they loved…

Yes, poor Malfoy truly had screwed it up. He had screwed it up far earlier than he had. With the exact same horrible word that had cost him his Lily. And then the disappointed came in, this world was so wretched that it could never let two tortured souls be with the one they love.

Malfoy stared up at him, and Snape then realized he so hope. Desperation. Fear. A thousand emotions that swam in his eyes. Surely, it was hope for Snape to fix this situation. Desperation for him and his lovely muggle-born Gryffindor to belong together. Fear of losing her forever.

"Mr. Malfoy," he said in his normal stern voice. He gulped, the poor boy he truly was scared of losing his Lil–Hermione. "Do not worry."

And then his previous frown became a slow smirk that overtook his features.

"You are not losing her," Snape continued. "I'll do everything in my power to get you and Ms. Granger together."

The poor boy, he was so excited he became almost petrified.