Romione (Historical AU – Fake Marriage):

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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RWatHT - Chapter 9: Burn Marks

RWatHT - Chapter 9: Burn Marks

Ron stared at the back of Hermione’s head watching her curls bounce as she walked away. His heart started beating uncontrollably, it was maddening. Unlike two months ago when she had first kissed him on the cheek there was no sort of blank that filled his mind and turned him into putty. No, there was this sort of uncontrollable need for his mind and body to surround themselves around those five blissful seconds and Ron found himself allowing it to.

That’s when it happened, a sort of heat coursed through his body. It was overwhelming and familiar. Ron felt something burn at the back of his throat just like he had a few nights ago. Panicked, he swiped his tongue through his teeth just to find that he had fangs instead of his normal teeth all over again.

He walked rapidly to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes had turned a glowing amber colour once more as well. Ron took a deep breath and closed his eyes trying not to freak out as he felt the scorching heat leave his body. When he opened his eyes he had gone back to normal. Blue eyes, normal teeth, non-glowing throat. He tried to splash some water on his face, but as soon as the water touched his hands it evaporated into mist.

At that moment Ron froze, he looked at the shower and quickly took his clothes off. He turned the shower on and made sure to only use cold water. As it fell on him the whole room was soon filled with an extreme amount of condensation, making it appear as if a cloud had been summoned in the bathroom. Soon however he could feel the water hitting him, and even when he knew it was cold it felt quite warm.

He finished his shower and got dressed in the same pajamas he had slept in. He got out of the shower just to see people start to wake up. Fred and George were walking down the stairs yawning at the same time and ruffling their hair the exact same way. Ginny was looking at a pair of brand new Chaser gloves, courtesy of Sirius, for becoming the new reserve Chaser in the Gryffindor Quidditch Team.

As they sat down and had dinner Ron couldn’t help but look at the seat his dad would take whenever he attended any Order meeting during the summer. He didn’t notice when several cups were set in front of everyone nor his mother pouring hot chocolate in them. She passed around the table, when it became Ron’s turn it was the smell that had broken him out of his thoughts.

The sweet smell of hot chocolate managed to distract him temporarily as he took a swig from his mug. He found it warm, but not necessarily hot. To avoid drinking cold chocolate he chugged the beverage down as if it was a water glass. When he finished he licked his lips, sensing the chocolate leftover on them. He looked around to find people regarding him curiously.

“What?” he asked, as Bill looked at him then at his mug, then proceeded to try and take a drink of it just to burn his tongue.

“Bli’ey!” he said, Bill sounded weird as he had his mouth open to fan his burned tongue with his hand. “How the ‘loody hell did you ‘anage to drink that Ron?!”

“I just… did?” but Ron sensed that was the wrong answer. Bill waved his wand around his mouth and

“This hot chocolate is scorching hot,” he said and tried taking a sip from it, while others around the table copied him, all of them failing miserably. Everyone around Ron failed to take a proper drink as the hot beverage lived up to its name. Ron simply poured another glass of chocolate into his mug. He noticed how everyone was still staring at him, so he stared back. He saw as everyone’s gaze went from intrigued to shocked as he looked back at his hand to see that he had been pouring hot chocolate over his hand.

He would’ve screamed from the pain if there had been any, instead, he took another drink of his chocolate and cleaned his hand with a nearby napkin. He stared back at his family who were looking at him in surprise before he exited the kitchen and locked himself in the bathroom.

‘I really need to start looking for a new hiding place,’ Ron thought as he opened the sink and poured water over his “burnt” hand. ‘They’re going to start thinking I need to wear diapers.’

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3 years ago

RWatHT - Chapter 7: The Lion’s Fire

RWatHT - Chapter 7: The Lion’s Fire

Harry and Hermione didn’t see Ron after the match, Harry had been involved in a fight with Malfoy, and all thoughts about celebrating with the team had gone out the window. And now he was serving a week's worth of detention along with the twins. It didn’t matter to her or Percy the horrible things that Malfoy said about Mrs. Weasley, and Harry thought at first that he’d seen George at his angriest with Malfoy, but when he saw that Percy was doing nothing knowing the things Malfoy said about their mother he thought George might’ve killed his older brother.

After he returned to the Common Room, he informed Fred of what’d occurred, the Gryffindor Quidditch Team once again had to restrain him. Harry was asked by Hermione where Ron was, Harry figured Ron was just avoiding them out of embarrassment.

Hermione spotted Hagrid’s return and Harry couldn’t have been happier. Harry and Hermione sneaked their way out to Hagrid’s Hut using Harry’s Invisibility Cloak, the Marauders’ Map and pausing at intervals to prevent themselves from being found by Filch or Mrs. Norris. They walked across the grounds and knocked on Hagrid’s door, they had made their way to Hagrid’s home without having made a single noise, that was until Hermione saw Hagrid’s damaged face and screamed.

“Merlin's beard, keep it down!" said Hagrid hastily, staring wildly over their heads. "Under that Cloak, are yeh? Well, get in, get in!"

Hermione apologized as she gasped, her and Harry made their way inside the house and pulled the cloak off once inside so he could see them. As Hermione worried for him once more and Hagrid dismissed her, Harry took a good look at the half-giant. He had bruises all over his face, there was blood on his clothes, beard, and hair. His movements suggested he may have broken a few bones, perhaps his ribs.

As he dismissed Harry’s demands to tell him what happened to him he put a copper kettle on the fireplace offering them tea.

“I'm tellin' yeh, I'm fine,” Hagrid said as he turned to Harry and Hermione trying to show a smile, but wincing at the attempt. "Blimey, it's good ter see yeh three agai-” Hagrid suddenly turned to look all over his home as if to double check, his good eye roamed every corner before settling back on both Harry and Hermione.

“Oi,” said Hagrid. “Where the ruddy hell is Ron? Too old ter visit his old friend?” Harry and Hermione looked at each other before explaining what happened at the last Quidditch Game, Hagrid seemed quite angered by the Slytherin’s mocking of Ron. “Those ruddy slimy snakes, hope yeh taught ‘em a lesson ay Harry?” Harry looked curiously at Hagrid as if questioning what he’d say.

“What?” said Harry confused. “I mean not exactly, I was more focused on catching the snitch so Ron wouldn’t have to spend more time being laughed at.” Hagrid looked quite shocked and the slit that was his very bruised eye seemed to open a bit before he winced, he then looked at Hermione.

“Well then,” said Hagrid. “Surely yeh gave sum o’ them Slytherins detention idn’ yeh? Saw the prefect badge on yeh, congratulations by the way.” Hermione looked pleased before looking at Harry for help, Hagrid looked more surprised than ever before and he almost let the dragon meat fall off his injured face. “Can’ believe the two of yeh! Yer best friend gets laughed at and yeh don’ help the poor boy?!”

“It’s not like that Hagrid!” The two of them almost said in unison, but the way Hagrid had put it made Harry think that it was very much like that. Hagrid looked at the two of them not really believing their answer, but nonetheless he didn't push it further, he took the now whistling copper kettle and poured out tea in bucket-sized mugs. He sat back down on his chair.

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3 years ago

Although you said it wasn’t Ron slander this very much sounded like Ron slander. So I’m going to point out a few things that I disagreed with using facts from the books.

“I feel I owe you another explanation, Harry," said Dumbledore hesitantly. "You may, perhaps, have wondered why I never chose you as a prefect? I must confess… that I rather thought… you had enough responsibility to be going on with."

Dumbledore didn’t give Ron the prefect badge because of not wanting to hurt his feelings. He did it because Harry had too much going on, and making him a prefect would be too much for him. Ron was just the second-best option.

He had forgotten completely about prefects being chosen in the fifth year. He had been too anxious about the possibility of being expelled to spare a thought for the fact that badges must be winging their way towards certain people. But if he had remembered… if he had thought about it… what would he have expected?

Not this, said a small and truthful voice inside his head.

Harry screwed up his face and buried it in his hands. He could not lie to himself; if he had known the prefect badge was on its way, he would have expected it to come to him, not Ron. Did this make him as arrogant as Draco Malfoy? Did he think himself superior to everyone else? Did he really believe he was better than Ron?

No, said the small voice defiantly.

Was that true? Harry wondered, anxiously probing his own feelings.

I'm better at Quidditch, said the voice. But I'm not better at anything else.

Harry stated that he had actually forgotten about the prefect badge, and he said that if he had remembered he would’ve expected it to go to himself and not Ron. He also said that Ron and him aren’t that different in academic terms and the only good thing Harry is better at is flying (This is Harry’s perspective by the way).

And being a prefect wouldn’t be the only thing that Harry would’ve accomplished for himself: He became seeker on the Gryffindor Quidditch team in his first-year, something that rarely happens; He helped won the House Cup three years in a row; He got an award for special services from the school in his 2nd year; He won the Quidditch Cup in his third year.

Ron feels the way he does because of his childhood. He wouldn’t think about a world without his family because he’s had them all of his life. And of course Harry would be quick to change his life’s with Ron, he knows a life without a loving family and that’s the only thing he craves.

“Listen - Ron - well done, mate."

The smile faded off Ron's face.

“I never thought it would be me!" he said, shaking his head. "I thought it would be you!"

Ron wouldn’t have thrown a hissy fit either. He quite literally tells Harry that he was shocked that he was chosen instead of him. He expected it. 

He was grinning, but it was a very odd, strained sort of grin. Harry suddenly became aware that he was still wearing the scarlet Gryffindor banner that Lee had tied around him. He hastened to take it off, but it was knotted very tightly. Ron lay on the bed without moving, watching Harry struggle to remove it.

“So," he said, when Harry had finally removed the banner and thrown it into a corner. "Congratulations."

Even in GoF Ron wanted to be glad for Harry being chosen as the Fourth Champion. And in OotP in the same chapter that Ron is appointed prefects Harry uses his experiences with Voldemort to justify why he should’ve been prefect. Not because he had suffered too much and he wanted this one simple thing, but because it was him that did it, not Ron.

But what about outside lessons? What about those adventures he, Ron and Hermione had had together since starting at Hogwarts, often risking much worse than expulsion?

Well, Ron and Hermione were with me most of the time, said the voice in Harry's head.

Not all the time, though, Harry argued with himself. They didn't fight Quirrell with me. They didn't take on Riddle and the Basilisk. They didn't get rid of all those Dementors the night Sirius escaped. They weren't in that graveyard with me, the night Voldemort returned…

He uses those traumatic experiences as an excuse to why he’s more qualified than Ron to be a school prefect when those things have nothing to do with school work or academic achievements.

I’m not trying to slander Harry, but he didn’t really care about the prefect badge. In fact he got over it pretty quickly. The only times he cared about it where when Malfoy abused his powers as a prefect.

Not Ron slander but the fact that Harry was going to be a prefect but Dumbledore gave it to Ron because he was worried about Ron’s feelings and the fact that he wooodve thrown a tantrum was so pathetic. It’s one of the things that make me dislike Ron. Everything Harry has are things he didn’t want or choose to have. He didn’t choose to the chosen one. He didn’t choose to be famous, especially when his fame is related to the death of both of his parents. He didn’t want to be rumored to be the heir of Slytherin. He didn’t choose to be the triwizard champion. Those are all things that were forced upon him without his consent and the fact that Ron throws a hissy fit about it because he doesn’t get anything or feel special is so pathetic and narrow minded. I don’t remember if Harry wanted to be a prefect but if he did, it wouldve been the only thing Harry wanted for himself and actually earned over the course of four traumatic years at Hogwarts. Facing Voldemort three times, watching Cedric die, and then still doing semi well in school. Like I understand that Ron feels the way he does because he’s from a big family and often gets overshadowed and forgotten but anyone can see Harry would switch their lives in a hot second because Ron has a stable home life with loving parents. They might not have much but it’s all Harry ever wanted and Ron is pressed about things that are getting Harry injured, almost killed, and more traumatized. It’s quite ignorant in my opinion.


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2 years ago

Here's the thing.

No, but also yes?

The way Ron is treated by his siblings is very specific. It's not like how they treat Percy where they all get annoyed by how pompous he is. Or the twins where they just roll their eyes and shrug their shoulders because what are you going to do? They're the twins.

Bill and Charlie seem like the most respectful, and my personal headcannon is that Ron is Charlie's favorite brother. Percy just acts the way he always does towards everyone else, the twins, Harry, Ginny, etc... So one could say his behaviour is quite normal. Up until OoTP that is, because we see how he genuinely worries about Ron's future in his letter, even if it is quite condescending and misguided, so I venture to say that the eldest siblings cared for Ron quite a lot.

Ginny and the twins is when things start to get complex. We don't see their treatment towards Ron become super aggressive or even downright bullying until Percy leaves, in his absence the twins find Ron to be their next target, notice how in GoF whenever Percy was not around it was Ron who they teased a lot more.

Then, Ron becomes a prefect, a couple of weeks after Percy, their own brother who was also the most recent prefect in the family, ditched them. Their association with prefects still relates to Percy, and this is not only for the twins and Ginny, but also for Ron himself. Ron is quite clearly scared to become the twins' new favorite punching bag (metaphorically).

And the reason he doesn't fight back is a big reason as to why Ginny acts the way she does. She sees the way the twins treat Ron, which is pretty harshly, and as to not be perceived like Percy, he does nothing to defend himself. Ginny sees that Ron becomes the punchline to every joke and decides to join in.

No matter, how you see it. Ron was in the right to be mad with Ginny in HBP for kissing Dean in a public place: she was in a place where she could've easily been found; she would've been a victim of gossiping, bullying and mockery; a professor could've caught them as well. Ron might've not used the words correctly, but he only tried to do what he thought was best for Ginny. She in turn virgin-shamed him, told him the girl he liked had already snogged the guy he was jealous of, and that he was pathetic. All in the span of a couple of seconds, and in front of his best friend.

Ron himself had been a victim of bullying throughout every single school year, wether it was because of his robes, his financial status, his quidditch skills. He knows how rough other students are, more than any of his siblings probably.

Ginny is very similar to the twins, she is very alike in the way she's assertive and has a mischievous vindictiveness to her (Zacharias Smith, Malfoy, etc...). She thinks it doesn't affect Ron, because they're only jokes, but sometimes those jokes are a bit too mean, and she doesn't care for it. She called Luna, who was her friend, Loony a nickname after her weird antics. She said Ron had a Pygmy Puff tattoo, because it was emasculating.

But she also cared about him, because at the end of the day they were siblings. They grew up together, but she was not the best sibling she could've or should've been.

Is Ginny a bad sibling to Ron?

I saw this discussion today on reddit and I want to know what others think.


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