lousiest ruby

how i imagine tom and hermione from my fics, in order:

take the bit between your teeth

on fire, bone sore

sunblind

A long list of all of Hannah’s favourite fanfiction;

ATOM TRAILS by NoFootprintsInSand

➥They are reading together, they are always reading, on opposite sides of the little room, and she leans her head against the shelf, a minute of rest before she needs to leave again. Because she can remember Harry, she remembers him, she does, but the others are fading and she cannot bear it, she cannot bear to forget them, she must move faster, pick up pieces of her memories as she goes.

But first, some stillness.

It is close to peaceful here, with the smell of leather and paper and his soft breathing from across the room. She could almost be grateful to him for allowing her this, the books and the silence, even though she knows he is only doing it to keep her close. Waiting for his chance to tear her open and read her bones and her brain and her veins, find what she is hiding, why she is orbiting him the way she is.

She is watching him now, how careful he is with the books, how gently he turns the pages, how reverently he reads the dark, heinous words within.

“You love books.”

He turns to her, and his crooked smile is as close to genuine as she has ever seen.

A long list of all of Hannah’s favourite fanfiction;

THE JOURNAL by @akorah

➥[scribbled in the margin of Theodore Nott’s notes, April 18] Tuesday was priceless. ‘Sorry, Professor, what?’

[scribbled in the margin of Hermione Granger’s notes, April 18] I wouldn’t have been distracted if you would have just answered the question!

[scribbled in the margin of Theodore Nott’s notes] Professor Babbling is going to split us up again if you trip on another question. Looks like you need to pay more attention, Granger.

[scribbled in the margin of Hermione Granger’s notes] You don’t want her to split us up either.

[scribbled in the margin of Theodore Nott’s notes] Of course I don’t. Then all of my scheming to get this seat would have gone to waste.

[scribbled in the margin of Hermione Granger’s notes] Scheming?

[scribbled in the margin of Theodore Nott’s notes] Scheming, plotting, hexing the chair so everyone else would be deterred from it.

Just some sketches of how I imagine Tom and Hermione from my fics “take the bit between your teeth” and “on fire, bone sore”.