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Effect by icylemonsquash Rated T | Complete | Oneshot

Hello, hello! I was going through my fanfiction account and looking for old stories that I’d favourited and this was one of them. It’s quite a funny and cute oneshot and I think you guys will enjoy it!

This is a companion piece to He Fancies You.

Summary

Scorpius is well aware that he has feelings for a certain Rose Weasley and seeing her makes him feel things. He’s not exactly sure what to do about his feelings, but will he pull his act together before it’s too late?

My favourites always change, but at this moment, my favourite multichaps are: #2: Excuses, #3: After A Storm, #5: The Dragon Club, #8: Chronicles/Paramnesia, #12: Broken, #15: Dodge, #31: Art of Seduction, #43: Havoc, #56: 30 Days of You and Me, #62: Bloodline, #81: Compliments, #92: Girl Behind The Curtain, #101: Lessons Learned/Finding the Future, #102: Our Little Secret

Ron + Hermione + Social Media AU

Hermione does everything very by the book with Rose (she brings a quill and notepad to her Healer appointments) 

When she gets pregnant with Hugo she takes more advice from her mum and goes about it more the Muggle way because she could tell how left out her mum felt with Rose

They’d always planned for kids but weren’t exactly /expecting/ Rose, so there was a bit of a panic over who would put their career on hold to raise her.  Ron volunteers without too much fuss– he enjoys being an Auror, but he doesn’t have the same passion for his work as Hermione and everyone knows it

But he develops a habit of dropping by her floor “just to make sure you’re not working too hard ‘Mione, and are you sure you remembered to take your vitamin potions this morning, you really have to keep your strength up, you know the Healer said the last trimester is the hardest!”

Hermione orders Harry to take Ron out of the room for the first few hours of her labor because “it’s not bad at all yet and dear Merlin Ronald that pacing is driving me up the wall no I don’t want anymore goddamn ice!”

It’s not much better with Hugo’s birth you’d think he’d learn

Ron loves staying home and playing with his kids but the monotony of never leaving the house is also sort of driving him up a wall so he learns to cook and they stop subsisting on take out and one day George sends him something from the shop to tinker around with 

Ron reads them bedtime stories for like two hours every night

Is he supposed to just ignore Rose asking, “One mo, pease Daddy?” with her bottom lip stuck out and her eyes pleading with him in exactly Hermione’s shade of brown?

He has different voices for all the characters and is in high demand for story time at any of the family get togethers

Hermione is actually really jealous at how good he is with their kids

They’ve fought about it multiple times

It really only resolved itself with Hermione breaking down in tears and confessing “I just don’t know how to be a mother, what if my children never love me, what’s wrong with me?” to Harry who reassures her awkwardly and advises her to share it with Ron as well

Rose at a hint from her father and uncle asks Hermione to read a bedtime story that night

Rose and Hugo both go to Muggle primary school, and Ron has a few slip ups during parent teacher conferences 

“It’s nice that you’re encouraging Hugo’s imagination, Mr. Weasely, but do you really think it’s fair to him to insist that dragons are real?”

Hermione gets a call later to verify Ron’s sanity

They’d always discussed having a third child but shortly after Hugo’s birth Hermione gets transferred into Magical Law and after that it never seemed like the right time

Ron’s hugely overprotective in the abstract but he’s also the one that tried teach his three year old daughter the Sloth Grip Roll but that doesn’t have anything to do with her slight but persistent fear of flying

Rose is a huge Daddy’s girl and can get Ron to agree to almost anything but Hugo’s the best at coming up with ways to convince their Mum

I’ve been thinking. In order to colour this I didn’t colour the original lines but printed off scanned version onto paper and coloured them… Mainly because I still don’t trust myself half the time to colour the original lines without ruining them. (Although sometimes I go for it).

Anyway, my point is I would like to send this coloured piece to someone if they want it. No cost, it will just gather dust in my room or get trampled in my mess if I keep it myself! 

Itwas dark. The corridors of the school were deserted. Marlene checked that shewas alone and started running. When she reached the end of the hallway shestopped and verified again before running until she arrived to that particularwindow. She pushed it open, checked again that nobody was around, and sneakedout of the building.

Oncein the grounds, Marlene stared for a moment at the big building in front of her– the male version of her school – and started running, avoiding theilluminated parts of the lawn. She run until a pair of hands stopped her.

“Christ,James! You scared me, you prat!” she hissed, panting heavily.

Theboy smirked and pecked her cheek. “I wasn’t supposed to let you keep onrunning… it would’ve been fun though, but I’m afraid we’re late”.

“Haha, very funny, wanker… you got the tickets, right?”

Jameswrapped her arm around her shoulders and started walking, “technically I don’t,but my friend Sirius has them… did I mention he was coming too, right?”

“No,you didn’t… I don’t mind though… who is he?”

“Ithought I did… sorry, love… oh, he’s fine, he’s a classmate and a good friend”he explained.

“Alright”she nodded and then grinned, “I am so excited! I’ve been wanting to see TheKillers since forever”.

“Yeah, me too, I’ve heard that the show isamazing”

Theyarrived to the parking lot and James leaded her to a black van that was parkedthere. He opened the backseat door for her and she got in.

Marlene and Sirius being ‘friends’ 1978

“Are you sure that Sirius never mentioned her Harry? I mean bloody hell! How could he not mention her?” Ron said quizzically as they searched through the photos found in 12 Grimmauld Place.

The First Flat, Summer of 1977

“Careful McKinnon, or you might fall.”

“Shut it, Black. You know you would throw yourself out after me.”

“Now that would just be counterproductive… and we’d both be dead - probably.” 

not in a ~it doesn’t matter~ way but like. molly and arthur used to worry that fred and george might turn out to be squibs because they weren’t doing any accidental magic as children, but they were, THEY TOTALLY WERE, it just wasn’t anything flashy, instead they were just like idly switching bodies all the time

and like sometimes it doesn’t make much of a difference, whatever, wake up in the opposite bed you went to sleep in, but it gets like dangerous and weird if you’re on a broom or in the pond or letting your mum teach you to cook or trying to be mad stealth, so for a long long time everybody presumes they’re clumsy maybe-squibs and that they’re doing their twin lying thing when they try to explain what’s going on, so they learn to handle the issue their ownselves

they just. don’t go anywhere without the other. they start each day deciding which body is going to be which (because at this point they really don’t know which body is technically fred and which is technically george), and they learn to reorient FAST when they switch, and what things set them off, and eventually they learn how to act like nothing’s up even when one of them’s in the air and one’s on the ground or whatever, and then they burn past that til they can finish each other’s sentences — til they can switch midsentence — til they can play beater together — til they can switch in a split second in the middle of a game — til there’s room for other kinds of accidental magic to start showing up

at hogwarts they keep each other awake in history of magic by switching back and forth. in potions they take turns brewing and keeping lookout for the slytherins. in transfiguration and charms they keep their grades up because one of them will always get a spell right on the first try so they switch and make it look like both of them do and then they practice on their own later in private. it keeps the mystery alive.

at first they thought lee was just a lucky guesser but no, lee can always tell one twin from another twin — it’s not exactly telling fred from george, because while they are definitely two distinct personalities neither one of them feels like fred all the time or george all the time — but lee knows who he argued with yesterday or who he lent his notes to or who’s best to ask for help in astronomy and who’s best at runes. 

the weasleys are pretty bad at it for the longest time, but then bill comes home from his first year cursebreaking and he can tell, and over a holiday he teaches his trick to charlie so charlie can tell. alicia and katie and angelina can tell. the twins honestly don’t know if oliver can tell or not; so long as they’re doing what they’re supposed to on the quidditch pitch he doesn’t really care about much else. harry can tell. luna can tell. tonks can tell.

THERE IS INDEED A WAY FOR THIS TO END HAPPILY LISTEN UP

so after fred dies, george hates being trapped in one body, feels claustrophobic, misses fred so much he thinks it might drive him insane

but then one day

george blinks and he’s somewhere he wasn’t a second ago, he’s in a place full of white light and he can’t orient himself, can’t ground himself, feels dizzy and sick and overwhelmed but it only lasts for about thirty seconds.

then he’s back in his own body. 

and he looks down at his chest, his legs, his arms, there’s an ear missing so it’s definitely still his living body, but there’s something written on his arm, scrawled in messy quill ink. 

“i love you. i miss you.”

george flips out, washes off the ink and immediately writes a message in reply— “how’s death going?”

he walks around with that message written on his arm for weeks, always keeping a quill pen somewhere nearby, waiting, waiting, before it finally happens again. the switch. george is alive, so he can’t handle being in the afterlife, he feels dizzy and sick and it’s the worst feeling in the world, but it doesn’t last long, and when he gets back to his living body, there’s a long message from fred waiting on his right thigh, the ink still drying.

this goes on for years, never as often as either twin would like, but it’s enough. fred helps george figure out how to propose to angelina, fred helps plan the wedding. sometimes it’s fred in george’s body when angelina kisses her husband. sometimes she suspects, but she doesn’t mind in the slightest.

it gets easier as george gets older. the times when he switches into fred’s afterlife don’t hurt as much. he almost feels comfortable there, almost feels oriented. he knows he’s getting closer to dying.

then when george is past ninety, lying on his deathbed, he writes a careful message on his palm. “i’m coming soon. where are you?”

they switch, it lasts for almost five minutes this time, and when george gets back into his own body, he sees the instructions fred wrote over his heart.

                   I heard it. A voice. Your voice, Hermione.

For jiilys because she is such a writing inspiration for me // Also for jily week Modern AU (and yes i am aware that I’m a day late)

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It is an awful day for late March. Usually, Lily enjoys curling up in bed with a good book, a mug of hot chocolate on her nightstand, the rumbling, yet soothing sound of thunder and rain outsider her apartment.

However, Lily doesn’t appreciate stormy weather when she is trying to leave her house for a lecture, she is already late, the street is crowded and her umbrella appears to be broken.

She decides that she doesn’t have time for it anyway, and so she runs to her car, hoping that the rain won’t turn her into a shopping wet mess.

Once she reaches her blue Mini, she finds that it’s not working. She tries the breaks, to turn it on and off repeatedly, but it’s no avail. She is going to have to walk to school (at least it’s not very far) and her umbrella won’t cooperate.

Swearing like a mad woman she comes out of her car and runs into the nearest coffee shop. Crouching under the jamb she sticks her umbrella forward, clicking the button like her life depends on it.

“Come on!” She mumbles. “Open you stupid idiot!” She shakes the bloody thing in every direction, thrusting it up into the hair, back to the ground… and into someone’s crotch.

“I hear you have a hot date in Hogsmeade this weekend, Evans.”