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Anonymous asked:

Do you think Harry ever told anyone that he trashed Dumbledores office?

He kept fussing with the robes, but the collar had such a stupid fiddly button that it was working him up into an agitated, tense mess even before anything happened, his dumb clumsy fingers fumbling over it, unable to get the right angle. At several points he stopped, to try and calm himself, staring at his pale, heavily breathing face in the mirror, knowing that even if he did manage to button it up it would only look stupid.

He spotted his wand on the dresser, and it didn’t occur to him that he hadn’t left it there, that he had actually chucked it on his bed - his mind was utterly thinking about whether using magic might actually be easier than dealing with his trembling fingers. He reached for it, but no sooner had he pointed it at his neck - it gave a pop and a slight flash of pink.

He swore at it - he had always been easy with cursing and swearing. Simple words had never seemed, to him, to be much to worry about. But the viciousness of the diatribe that flowed from his mouth as he turned and flung the joke wand across the room surprised even him, and when he saw that Harry had just entered, and had had to smoothly sidestep it so that it didn’t hit him in the face, this infuriated him even more.

‘Just fuck off!’ he shouted at him. ‘Can’t a man get a moment’s peace in this house?’

But Harry glanced down at the joke wand, now a lurid pink flamingo, then back at Ron. He did not leave.

‘You all right?’ he asked calmly.

What a stupid fucking question. ‘Fine,’ Ron snarled at him, turning back to the mirror. ‘Never better.’

Harry cautiously approached, leaning against the desk pushed up against the wall, and said nothing.

‘I just can’t get this thing fucking right,’ Ron spat, his voice trembling nearly as much as his fingers were over the button. ‘And then any time you try and do anything in this house, there’s always something stupid like that getting in your way - nothing funny about it anyway.’

Harry still said nothing, but the words just kept tumbling out of Ron’s mouth, surprising even him.

‘You know, you try and be dignified and composed on a day like this, but everywhere you turn there’s a fucking flamingo or a haddock or a punching telescope or something - it’ not right, there should be a bit more - more - I don’t know, it’s not right.’

‘I know,’ said Harry quietly.

‘No, no you don’t know,’ said Ron, his voice almost at a shout. He knew that Harry did know really. ‘It’s been fucking days for everyone to get it out of their system, and now we’re meant to be a bit more grown up about it all, put it all behind us, say goodbye - that’s the point of it all, isn’t it?’

‘It has only been a few days,’ Harry told him gently. ‘It’s normal to still be-’

‘No, no it’s not,’ Ron snapped. ‘It’s not fucking - UGH!’

His frustration with the button had reached such a point that he had tugged, hard and uncontrolled, on the collar, and undone the one on the other side too. He screwed up his face, and breathed deeply. He felt Harry step forward, and very cautiously, stand close. He opened his eyes to see Harry very close - his hands at his collar.

‘There’s no short cut for any of this,’ Harry told him quietly, as he did up the button for him. ‘Or a right way of doing things.’

Ron sniffed, and took a shuddering breath, trying to steady himself. ‘I… sorry,’ he blurted out. He felt embarrassed, talking like this to Harry, because they didn’t have that kind of relationship, and Harry always dealt with these things better, so he probably just thought Ron was being pathetic.

‘Don’t apologise.’ Harry moved to the other button, fixed it, and then returned to leaning on the desk.

Ron couldn’t look at him; he paced frantically, dabbing at his nose with the back of his hand or running it through his hair, his breathing shallow and rapid. Harry still leaned against the desk, watching him calmly. Ron wished he wouldn’t - he wanted him to leave, to stop seeing him like this, to just let him be alone.

Except he very much did not want to be alone either.

‘I shouldn’t have thrown that at you.’

‘You didn’t know I was coming in,’ Harry replied.

‘Honestly, mate, even if I did, I don’t think that would have stopped me.’

To his surprise, Harry smiled slightly. ‘It’s fine,’ he said.

‘It’s not.’

‘Course it is - it’s normal.’

‘It’s not, it’s normal to be sad and that, like Mum, not to turn into a - a - an angry - dickhead-’

Harry’s lips twitched again. ‘Can I introduce you to my fifteen-year-old self?’ he asked.

‘That’s different, you shouted a bit, but you didn’t start chucking stuff around,’ muttered Ron. He could now feel his ears burning hot - how ridiculous he must have looked, his collar half undone, flinging a pink flamingo with utter fury.

‘Hmm,’ said Harry wryly. ‘Wouldn’t be too sure about that. I threw a lot more than a joke wand.’ Ron looked at him dubiously, and Harry’s sardonic smile returned. ‘Trashed up Dumbledore’s office,’ he said.

Ron gaped at him. ‘Dumbledore’s?’

Harry nodded with a hum, his eyes glazing over slightly. ‘Broke all his expensive-looking, spindly little objects. Threw one of those little tables…’ A small, bashful grin came over his face as he focused back on Ron. ‘Came close to throwing the man himself.’

‘What did he do?’ asked Ron faintly.

‘At the time, or to deserve it?’

‘Er… At the time?’ said Ron, blinking stupidly. ‘Both?’

‘Well, it was just after Sirius… He just… let me rant and rave for a bit,’ said Harry with a shrug. ‘Then sat me down and told me about the prophecy.’

Ron gaped at him, and for the first time in a while, his voice sounded normal again. ‘Knew how to kick a man when he’s down, didn’t he?’

Harry laughed. ‘Yeah, I s’pose.’

Ron looked back at the mirror, his eyes trailing over the black robes, his somber face. ‘Why didn’t you tell us?’ he asked vaguely. ‘Me and Hermione? That you did that.’

In his peripheral version, he saw Harry looking at him carefully. ‘Why didn’t you tell me you needed help with your collar?’

Ron pressed his lips together, trying to stop the burning, watering sensation in his eyes. ‘It all feels so personal… But I want everyone to know. But I don’t want to talk about it… Except I really do.’ He took a deep, shuddering breath. ‘It’s agony.’

In the reflection of the mirror, he saw Harry looking back at him, his own eyes watering too. He nodded. ‘Are you ready?’ he asked quietly.

Ron stared back at him for a few moments, and then nodded too.

They left together, ready to collect with the rest of Fred’s brothers and lift the coffin onto their shoulders, placing one foot slowly in front of the other.

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honouraryweasley12 asked:

Molly's reaction to finding out Ron and Hermione are together post-battle (if you feel like it, no pressure).

voldemorts-tap-shoes answered:

I feel like basically everyone except Ron and Hermione saw this coming from miles away, so I imagine Molly would be pretty chill. Thanks for the prompt!

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Sleeping Arrangements

The first night, he wasn’t sure his mum had even noticed.

They were all grieving from the loss of Fred and the others, and the house was full as there had been no question of any of them leaving Hogwarts for anywhere but the Burrow in the aftermath of the battle, and even the Lovegoods were there since their house had exploded earlier in the spring, so Luna was sleeping on what was usually Hermione’s cot in Ginny’s room, and Ron was sure nobody with the possible exception of Harry had noticed that Hermione was staying in his room. With him. In his bed.

It had happened quietly, without question, without any fanfare, and without any of the awkwardness that Ron had long assumed would naturally accompany the process of beginning a romantic relationship with his best friend. They had simply trudged up to Ron’s room in the attic, the three of them, and Hermione had slid under his covers without a word. He had slid in beside her and wrapped an arm around her, and she turned her head to kiss his cheek with a whispered goodnight, the whole routine as effortless as if they’d been doing it for years.

The second night, he thought that his mum probably had noticed—nothing ever did get by her, really—but was letting it go on account of Hermione’s nightmares.

Ron had gone downstairs in search of another blanket, because despite the rising temperatures of the encroaching summer, Hermione never could seem to get warm, and all the blankets they’d had on the hunt were currently hanging out to dry after a much needed wash. He’d been on the landing, about to head back upstairs with the old afghan, when the voices of his parents, Bill, and Fleur drifted up from the sitting room.

“Still don’t know exactly what happened to them out there,” Bill was saying, “but they were in bad shape when they turned up.”

“ ‘ermione was tortured,” Fleur put in. “I am certain.”

“The poor dears,” Molly sighed, barely loud enough for Ron to hear. “Hermione must be having nightmares about it all. Hopefully staying with Ron and Harry helps.”

Ron had hurried back up the stairs then, feeling slightly guilty. It wasn’t that it was untrue; Hermione had been having nightmares most nights since Malfoy Manor, and Ron and Harry were frankly no strangers to them either. It’s just that that wasn’t exactly the reason she was sleeping in his bed, either. The real reason being that they were simply so happy to be alive that any minute they didn’t spend together, awake or asleep, felt like a waste. And if much of the time they spent awake when they should have been sleeping was consumed with exploring their newly formed relationship, who was Ron to argue?

It wasn’t until the third night, when his mum very nonchalantly suggested that he add a couple of drops of Dreamless Sleep potion to the bedtime cup of tea he was making for Hermione, that it occurred to him. Even though they hadn’t exactly been hiding it, they hadn’t really been flaunting their new relationship either. His mum knew that Hermione was sleeping in his room, but for all she knew, Ron still just had his two best friends up there; it may as well have been Harry and Neville for all the fuss she’d made. He had no intention of letting Hermione be forced to sleep anywhere else, but he needed to at least be honest with his mother.

“Mum? I need to talk to you about Hermione.”

“Yes, dear? What about her?”

They were alone in the kitchen, and Ron turned anxiously to face Molly, who was looking at him seemingly without the slightest inclination of the salacious news he was about to deliver. “We’re er…well, we’re together now. And I just thought you should know that, since…y’know, she’s sleeping in my room and all.” He felt his ears reddening, but he met his mother’s gaze determinedly.

To his astonishment, Molly just laughed lightly. “Is that all?”

“Isn’t that enough?” Maybe she hadn’t understood. Maybe she was delirious, sleep-deprived. The past few days hadn’t been easy on any of them. Maybe he needed to be more straightforward. “Hermione’s my girlfriend. My girlfriend is staying in my room.”

“Yes dear, I understand.”

“But…” Surely she had explicitly outlawed this very act at some point in his life. With his siblings, if not with him—after all, his only other girlfriend had never even been to his house, much less slept there. “Aren’t you upset? It’s not…I dunno, proper or something.”

“Well, honestly, I’m not sure how much trouble the two of you could get up to, sharing a room with Harry,” Molly replied with a chuckle as she stood and filled her own mug with tea.

“What if Harry starts staying with Ginny when Luna goes home?” Ron asked, more out of curiosity as to how far he could push this topic than anything else.

Molly patted his cheek before turning to head upstairs herself, calling over her shoulder as she went, “Then you and Ginny both know where to find me if you need a refresher on contraception charms.”

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theroomofreq

Ron is so great in this!!

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my son and his father

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accio-shitpost

“average wizard wears 30 different fancy robes a day" factoid actualy just statistical error. average wizard wears 1 per day. Fashion Gilderoy, who lives in hogwarts & wears over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted