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I am excited to announce our first ever Voldemort wins AU fest! The rules are a little different than how we normally do them, but we are trying to be more flexible!

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💀Pairing doesn't matter BUT, Tom/Voldemort must be a main character.

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Sirius and James: *points at each other* He did it

5. Walk with your keys in your hands and keep a key between each finger

6. If they put you in the trunk kick out the headlights

E.g.

If your gut is telling you to cross the street or change your path, do it. Don’t risk it. Your body knows.

If you can, buy a large umbrella and walk holding it. Studies say that predators are less likely to attempt an attack on someone that could fight back. Keys around your knuckles is fine but you’ll need to get very close to do damage. Umbrellas are more precise.

Avoid wearing headphones if you are alone on an empty street. Look aware.

Again: Stay. Away. From. Walls.

Entering an uber alone? Call your father (or anyone you trust) and say “hey dad! Yep, I’m almost there, I’m sending you the route.” outloud. Then proceed to send them the route so they can follow the uber drive. This will most likely intimidate the predator.

If you see someone in an uncomfortable or possibly dangerous situation, walk up to them and say “Betty, oh my god, I haven’t seen you in so long!”. If she gets slightly confused, you can whisper and let her know you’re trying to help and that she should follow along. Walk together to another station or away from where you are. The man will most likely not follow. I have done this one 2 times and can be very helpful.

If you are unsure she needs help, you can pass her a note saying something like “hey, I noticed this man beside you is making you uncomfortable. If you’d like help, fake a sneeze right now and I will come up to you and pretend we are friends.” This is a long note, but its an example. Be discrete. If she follows along, proceed with the previous tip. This is helpful when you’re in a crowded train and you notice harassment.

My head was leaned against Ron’s shoulder as we all sat in the living room talking. I glanced at Remus and seen him looking particularly quiet. He had a faint smile on his lips but you could tell that it wasn’t a real one. “Maybe, ‘Mione and I can go with you,” Ron offered to Bill.

“What?” I said, coming out of my trance. Ron smirked at me and kissed my hair.

“Go to France with Bill and Fleur. Fleur wants to go see Gabrielle and they said they didn’t want to go alone,” Ron explained.

I nodded in understanding and with a sigh, said, “I should go check on dinner.”

“No, no, I can go do that, dear,” Mrs. Weasley said, standing up. You could see the grief in her eyes. I gave her a small smile and shook my head.

“No, really, Mrs. Weasley, I can handle this,” I assured her and she gave me a small grateful smile. Usually, she’s the one that always has to do these things. With that I left the room and went into the kitchen, leaning against the counter, trying to suppress my sobs. The door creaked open and there stood Remus with a green cardigan on and looking concerned.

“What’s wrong?” he asked quietly and walked over to me. Before I could stop myself, I buried my face in his shoulder. At first his arms just hung there but soon enough, he had pulled me into a friendly embrace.

“It shouldn’t have been Fred or Tonks. I shouldn’t of had to erase my parents memory. Merlin, Remus it should’ve been me,” I said, my voice muffled by his cardigan.

“Don’t say that Hermione. Look at me,” he said. Slightly, I moved my head to look at him. Lightly, he tilted my head up to look at him. He gave me a feeble smile and said, “You are such a bright and wonderful woman. Bloody hell, Hermione you deserve the world. You don’t deserve to be standing here sobbing because you’re having survivor’s guilt. You need to understand that. That all of those things happened because if they hadn’t it wouldn’t of led to something else, okay?” Remus said. I stared into his bright green eyes.

“What about Tonks, Remus?  I know that you think it should’ve been you instead of her,” I said, letting go of the man. He swallowed and frowned at me, not saying anything because he knew that he couldn’t deny it. He delicately kissed my forehead and left the room. Sighing, I checked the food in the over, seeing that it wasn’t done yet, I walked back out to the living room and sat beside Ron.

“Dinner done yet?” Ginny asked with her usual bright smile. I shook my head and began fiddling with my hands.

“Where at in France?” Ron was asking Fleur. I glanced at Remus who was playing with a loose piece of thread on his cardigan.

“Anyone want to hold Teddy?” Ginny said after a few minutes of holding the sleeping baby. “The kid’s adorable, Remus,” GInny said to Remus and looked around the room for any offers.

“I will,” I said and grinned at the baby when he was placed in my arms. The baby was laughing and tugging at a dark brown curl. “Hi, Teddy,” I cooed and held him securely, trying to remember how Remus had been holding him earlier. I heard Ron still talking about France with Fleur, looking at her with those big eyes like he used to during fourth year and pretty much any other time that he had seen her. I grimaced at him and scooted a bit farther away. Each day, I ask him how he’s feeling about the aftermath of the war and everything else and he talks about it. But not once did he feel the need to ask me how I was feeling.

“Everything, okay, Hermione?” Harry asked setting a soft hand on my shoulder. I nodded weakly and looked back down at the baby boy that I held in my arms. Teddy was still playing with the loose curl that had fallen from my ponytail. “You sure?” he asked again.

I sighed and glared at him. “It’s fine, Harry,” I said. He nodded looking at me as though he didn’t believe me.

“It’s your birthday, Hermione. You should be having fun and being happy, not moping around,” he said and nudged me with his elbow.

I didn’t say anything but I glanced at Remus and saw him wearing a small, pleading smile that was saying be happy, please.

“Okay. I’ll be happier,” I said and kissed his cheek gently. He grinned at me and turned his attention back to Ginny. “Hey, Ron?” I said and looked at him. He apparently didn’t hear me because he was still looking at Fleur with those gaga eyes. I glared at him and made my way to the kitchen after handing Teddy to Mrs. Weasley. I plopped down in a chair and sighed. Tonight all he’s going to be able to talk about is Fleur. Fleur this…Fleur that. Isn’t she just wonderful, ‘Mione?

Merlin, I hated the way he looked at her. He didn’t look at me that way. It seemed like he barely looked at me in the first place. I just wanted to know that he loved me like I loved him. I didn’t want to hear him talk about Fleur in a way that was completely different than how he talked about me. I glanced at the pile of gifts that was stacked on the table. “‘Mione?” he said as the door creaked quietly.

“Why do you look at her that way? Bloody hell, Ronald, you don’t even look at me that way and I’m your freaking girlfriend,” I said, anger bubbling inside of me.

“Look at who in what way?” Ron asked, trying to look flustered aas he sat down beside me.

“Fleur. You look at her with those big gaga eyes with that tiny spark in them. Merlin, Ronald don’t you see I love you? Why can’t you look at me with those eyes? Instead, I go to sleep at night feeling self-conscious that my own boyfriend doesn’t find me beautiful,” I said everything that came to mind. Every thought that I had thought since the war had ended just a few months ago.

“Hermione, that’s infatuation not love that I feel for Fleur,” I heard him say as if it justified anything at all. My head popped up at that and all my anger really came bubbling over now as my fist collided with his jaw. With hot tears in my eyes, I ran. I went outside, trying to get away from everybody. I laid there in the grass, staring up at the bright stars in the night sky. Tears spilling down my face as I wished and hoped for something that would make me happier. Soon enough, I felt my eyes droop, tears slowly stopping as I fell asleep.

I turned in the comfortable bed and pulled the blanket up farther. “Don’t wake her,” I heard Remus mutter to someone. At that, one eye flickered open and I saw Harry and Remus looking at me with concern. Quickly, I shut my eye again, hoping neither of them had noticed that I was awake. “She had a rough night from the sounds of it.”

“Yeah, she did. I didn’t think Ron would do something like that to upset her,” Harry said quietly. I curled up farther into the blanket. “I mean, it’s obvious that she’s head-over-heels for him,” Harry continued.

“Harry, go check on breakfast,” I heard Remus say to my best friend after a few moments. I felt Remus shake me lightly. “I know you’re awake,” he said. I groaned and my eyes fluttered open slowly. He was looking at me with those bright green eyes and I forced a smile. “What happened last night?” he asked running a hand through my curls as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“What a lovely way to wake up,” I said sarcastically.

“Sorry,” he apologized sheepishly as I sat up in the bed and pulled my knees to my chest. “Can I sit beside you?” he asked and gestured to the other side of the bed. I nodded and he went over to that side of the bed and sat down.

“He was being a jerk,” I said, not looking him in the eyes or else all of the words would come spilling out of my mouth.

“So, you went outside and fell asleep on the ground, why?” Remus said and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear.

“Well, I had yelled at him for the way he looked at Fleur—because it was all gaga-eyed and blah, blah, blah—and about how he never looked at me that way. I told him that I loved him. Then his justification for the way he looked at floor was, ‘it’s infatuation, not love.’ And then I couldn’t control my anger and I punched him in the jaw,” I explained in barely a whisper. Remus’ arms wrapped around me as tears began falling down my cheeks.

“He doesn’t deserve you,” he muttered and held me tight. I closed my eyes and tried to get myself under control. “Like I said, you my dear, deserve the whole world. You deserve everything that makes you happy—and if that immature boy doesn’t realize that, he doesn’t–” Remus was saying but I had pushed my lips to his, running my fingers through his sandy brown hair. His eyes fluttered shut as he sunk into the kiss more. There were butterflies in my stomach. His hands were on my waist, pulling me slightly closer when suddenly he pulled away. “Hermione–” he said but I didn’t let him finish.

“I’m sorry. I’m an idiot. I should go,” I said, jumping out of the bed and practically running downstairs. I walked into the living room and seen so many people with their eyes turning to me. I gulped and soon Remus arrived behind me.

“Quit looking at her like that,” Remus growled and led me outside. “You okay?” he asked wrapping an arm around me. I nodded and without thinking, laid my head on his shoulder. “

“I shouldn’t have kissed you,” I said and buried my face in the crook of his neck. “I was upset and–” I tried to begin but he stopped me.

“Don’t finish that sentence or else I’ll feel even worse,” he said caressing my cheek delicately.

“Worse?” I said, my eyebrows furrowing as I looked at him.

“Worse because I do have feelings for you Hermione and I know that nothing can ever happen…but I still do and I wish I fucking didn’t. Merlin, I wished I didn’t have all these feelings for you that I shouldn’t. But I do and if you say that you only did it because I was there and because you were upset, Merlin, Hermione I’d feel horrible,” He said pressing his forehead against mine. My breath got caught in my throat. Merlin, I wanted to feel my lips pressed against his again. If only, for a few seconds. And I did. And I knew I shouldn’t have. Or else all these feelings I developed would come together. His lips were so delicate. “Hermione, please, don’t,” Remus begged me. “Or I’ll never just see you as Harry’s best friend again. Or an old student I’ll think of you as the woman that I have all these feelings for.”

“Remus, please, just kiss me. Kiss me for just this moment,” I said intertwining our lips carefully and slowly.

“Merlin, you make me do the stupidest things,” he mumbled against my lips, making me tingle. His hands traveled down and rested on my waist as he pulled me close to him. I smiled slightly and wrapped my hands around his neck. “I try to keep my distance from you. But somehow I always find myself in your company again,” he mumbled. Carefully our lips separated and he looked at me with those gaga eyes that I always imagined Ron would look at me with.

“Yeah. All those stupid things,” I mumbled. He smirked and pulled out a small package that was wrapped in purple wrapping paper. I took it in my hands. And looked at him. Another stupid, stupid thing of him to do because knowing Remus, it wasn’t just some other gift. I took the gift in my hands and carefully unwrapped it, feeling Remus’ eyes burning into me as I opened it. I closed my eyes, my breath hitching in my throat when I felt his delicate lips on my neck. “Remus,” I muttered and felt his smile as he continued pressing small kisses there. I tried not to have the urge to kiss him again but it still wafted there. I opened my eyes and continued to open the gift. Inside was a small black box.

“Open it,” he said inbetween kisses on my neck.

I did as he said and soon enough seen a necklace. On the chain was a charm that was shaped like a heart and on the heart, engraved was my name. “Remus, I can’t take this,” I said, trying to hand it back to him but he just shook his head and pushed it back towards me.

+Bonus

And that’s all they wrote, folks!

We’ve come to the end of another amazing round of Ron/Draco Fest! I want to take a moment to thank each and every one of you who made this fest possible. You guys are the ultimate rock stars, and I couldn’t be more appreciative of all your hard work and support!

Now all of our lovely participants can thank people for their comments, show off (rightly) in their journals, and repost their works anywhere they like!

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Title: The Winter of Our Discount Tent Author: BrandonStrayne Rating: NC-17

Title: Just Us And Nobody Else Author: WhatWldMrsWeasleyDo Rating: R

Title: Confessions Author: SquarePeg72 Rating: NC-17

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Title: Skipping Stones Author: ForgottenChesire Rating: R

Title: A Man’s Heart Author: pixiedustatsundown Rating: R

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Title: An Unexpected Transition Author: GaeilgeRua Rating: PG-13

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Title: So sorry I’m late… Artist: my_thestral Rating: G

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Title: Inevitably Everything Author: CheekyTorah Rating: R

Title: Riches to Rags Author: kiertorata Rating: NC-17

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‘Pagan Poetry’ by Polish photographer Macin Nagraba

My grades slid dramatically. I was having to appeal nearly all my results with my professors, and was mercifully granted extensions by all but one of them. (Which, if you’re out there Ronald: stub your toe and step on lego for the rest of eternity.) And then our Revolutionary Cultures prof. assigned a group project, and paired us at random with our classmates. And I knew, I knew I was just going to be a dead weight so I went to my new buddy and told them we should go to the profs office and ask for her to be switched to someone else who wasn’t just going to drag them down. And my new best buddy for the rest of the semester looked at me, looked at our assigned project, and very gently started to cry as she told me “I was just about to say the same thing to you,” and then tearfully told me her mum was dying, and the only reason she hadn’t dropped out to take care of her was because her mum wanted to see her graduate. She’d been given six months and we graduated in five. Provided we finished this class. And we were both out of appeals and leniency time.

It’s probably one of my most vivid memories from the whole college experience, just sitting on the floor of the Renaissance Lit corridor hugging someone who until a moment ago had been a relative stranger known only in passing, and trying to tell them it would be okay, we’d get the paper done. And we did. We scraped a C- together between the two of us and we managed to coast over the passing mark for the class and were allowed to graduate with abysmal but passing marks.

And I still think about her all the time. Especially when I wind up in group projects for work, and it feels like no one else is shouldering any of the burden, I make a note to reach out and say “hey, you don’t seem to be engaging with this much, are you okay?”

And a lot of the time it shocks people. They’re not expecting earnest concern for their lack of interest, and you find out things like their kid is sick, their dog just died, they’ve got health issues going on, or sometimes they just don’t know where to begin with the project and didn’t want to tell you that because they were frightened of being judged or perceived as lazy when they’re just overwhelmed.

Whew, okay buckle down @kaarina-riddle; I have got quite the list for you!

I was going to point you at our Marriage Law tag but realized there were only 2 fics there so I ran another search and came up with quite a few more.

This just turned into our Marriage Law list. -JD

Marriage Law / Marriage Contract

Bound by Sharkdiver1980

M | Complete | 60k

When Hermione is sent back in time to 1947 after attempting to destroy a Horcrux, she finds herself forcefully subjected to a new law, Proclamation no.1682, otherwise known “The Marriage Law”. it had obviously been repealed almost as quickly as it was instated, which is why she had never heard of it; The problem was, she had already been assigned a husband.

Convergence by jessiy

M | Complete | 112k

Once Dumbledore defeats Voldemort and binds him for transfer to Azkaban, the Ministry decides that is not enough. The Minister of Magic, Pius Thicknesse, performs an archaic marriage ritual that binds the husband as much as the wife. The only candidates are women who are powerful and virginal. Unfortunately, Hermione draws the short straw.

Fortune In Spades by LittleMulattoKitten

E/Ma | One-shot | 4k

Hermione was supposed to be married or otherwise “contained” as a concubine by her twentieth birthday, like the rest of the female muggleborns and halfbloods in Britain. She was not supposed to teach herself magic in secret and hope that one muggleborn peasant was insignificant enough to go unnoticed. She never expected to end up escorted up to the castle to the King’s study. Nor did she expect him to decide her fate personally.

King Tom never expected to find his favorite kind of woman —clever, strongwilled, and powerful— in a muggleborn scullery maid who’d somehow mastered wandless casting without a tutor. Law-breaker or not, she didn’t belong in the dungeons. She belonged at his feet. She belonged in his bed.

She belonged to him. He just had to show her.

Written for Weestarmeggie’s Tomione Smut Fest 2018.

The Dragon Chronicles by LadyMiya

E/Ma | Complete | 123k

Captured, Hermione offers Lord Voldemort the location of a rare forbidden text in exchange for her freedom. She never thought it would all backfire quite so spectacularly.

Force of Nature by AriGoddessofNight17

M | WIP | 21k

Hermione couldn’t stop the thudding of her heart. Their connected hands and magic blending together. She was becoming his. There was no going back. No freedom. She could still taste him on her lips. Blood magic running through her veins.

Posession by Satan'sPixie

M | Complete | 10k

When Hermione falls prey to the Ministry’s new Marriage Law, will she be able to hide her new hobby which has taken over her? Or will she even need to? Marriage Law, Dark Winning Story, DarkHermione, mentions of Dark(ish)Ginny LV(TMR)HG Rating for smut

Of Fire and Ice by The-dead-girl’s-kiss

T | WIP | 5k

Another marriage law fic. Hermione has to marry someone she is not only repulsed by but also terriffied of but is there anyway she can overcome this law or use it to her advantage?

By My Blood by LadyKenz347

E/Ma | One-shot | 3k

Hermione travels back in time to change the course of history. An AU for MrsRen’s day of birth!

The Marriage Contract by TinyMocha

M | WIP | 4ch

“What do you mean I have to marry you!?” I screeched. “It doesn’t seem like we have a choice”, Tom’s voice rumbled back. Tom X Hermione/ Tomione

What Harm Would a Different colour do! by WhatxStillxRemains

T | WIP | 1k

REDONE, a HG/LV fic i wrote years ago, marriage law

The Pendulum of the Mind by AvaJune

M | WIP | 118k

Tom’s fingers slid across her skin as he pulled up her sleeve, feeling irregular bumps and scarring as he watched in fascination as instead of a dark mark, he steadily revealed rune carvings. His eyes flicked back to hers, watching her reaction to his touch. “I will give you this, witch. You are unbearably intriguing,” he murmured.Madness flies in the face of logic, and if there is one thing Hermione Granger cannot abide, it’s things that defy logic. There is always something against her, this time the very laws of time and space. There is, however, a truth she now knows about herself; she isn’t quite the rule girl she once thought she was. *Hermione - Tom Riddle. AU, Post Battle of Hogwarts*

Serpentine Moves by betagyre

E/Ma | Complete | 357k

Medieval Norman Conquest AU.Fourteen years after eloping with a Muggle, Merope Riddle, of an English wizarding noble family, discovers that she and her son are the last of the line, so she petitions for her title and fiefdom back.  Meanwhile Lord and Lady Granger are minor nobility who want their daughter taught magic, but Lord Malfoy, appointed by William the Conqueror to rule English wizards, won’t allow an unattached Muggle-born to study alongside young purebloods at Hogwarts.  Merope and the Grangers make common cause and betroth their children, thwarting him for now.  But war is coming, and a long, dark path lies ahead.

A tale of two families by Kyoki777

NR | Complete | 4k