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Inspired by chapter 8 of ATLWETD

I desperately wanted to fit the hug in, but if I did that it would never get finished 😔 hope this is okay regardless! Three years and this fic still has me in a chokehold…

1. Hinny

“Told you she wouldn’t mind.”

“She doesn’t count, ‘Mione, she’s been making eyes at me since first year! Let’s just get this ritual over with. It’s humiliating.”

“That’s one word for it.”

2. Lunarry

“Well? Did she find a Nargle?”

“No.”

“How about some gold?”

“Shut up.”

3. Rarry

“ - and then he pulled down my turtleneck and kissed me there too! What does that mean, Hermione??”

“Well, Ron’s always been hungry.”

4. Drarry

“So…how was it?”

“Fine. Normal. Pretty underwhelming, actually.”

“Really? What about your lengthy trip to the broom closet?”

“It was ten minutes max, Hermione!”

5. Tomarry

“Bloody hell Hermione, where did you find him? And why was he so…virile?”

“Filched him from a memory through a complicated bit of magic, then I dosed him with amortentia. Was he love struck?”

“No! He was evil! He drew blood.”

“From your mouth or your-“

"HERMIONE."

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“I spent five minutes with them, but it felt like I’ve known them forever. Hermione, truly, thank you. How did you know the ritual would work?”

“Their love saved you, so only love could bring them back to you.”

❤️💕

My takeaway is that I need to slut them out more

My takeaway is that I need to slut them out more

Harry isn’t convinced they want to kiss him. Well? Do they?

(Only counting the likes I get on Twitter for my sanity, so you can like it here if you want: X)

Time Travel except…forwards?

Based off a twitter meme by @/ ZenMa_Trang

Death Note au 💀📓

Ladies and Gents

(Hanahaki Disease Au)

Minister Tom Riddle has been a thorn in Harry Potter’s side since their first meeting. Now, aged forty-five and reigning Head Auror, Harry dutifully keeps tabs on the dark Minister, visiting his office nearly every day.

It’s on one of these visits that Harry retches up rotting roses, unable to hide the attack until it was too late. Hanahaki, the disease that is bred by unrequited love, wrecks Harry’s insides. The only cure is true loves kiss; an emotion Harry knows Tom can’t feel. Harry could never let Tom know.