#bashing!ron

“Oy! Presents!” A shout came from across the room.

Harry sat up groggily and reached for his glasses. He blinked a few times until his vision was focused on Ronald Weasley hurriedly opening presents.

“Shouldn’t we wait for Hermione?” Harry asked him, not wanting his crush other best friend to feel left out.

Ron merely grumbled and folded his arms, glaring down at the floor.

Harry chose to just ignore the redhead’s grumbling, and went to the common room to get Hermione.

He ran up the stairs and began yelling her name, when all of a sudden, the stairs turned into a slide and he slid back down.

“’Mione!” He shouted from the bottom of the stairs/slide. 

A bushy haired witch wearing her nightgown and holding an angry, orange, fuzzball in her hands appeared at the top of the steps.

She pressed her palm against her mouth, stifling a laugh. When she saw Harry’s expression though, she couldn’t help but let out a giggle.

And Harry thought it was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.

“Oh Harry, you’re so silly!” She teasingly scolded him. “Don’t you know that boys can’t go into the girls’ dormitories? It’s in Hogwarts, A History. Honestly, am I the only one who bothers to read?!” She finished, chuckling under her breath.

As she descended down the stairs, Harry took her hand in his, and he could’ve sworn he saw a blush tinting her face.

Grinning, Harry jogged up the stairs to the boys’ dormitory, pulling Hermione behind him.

Slightly out of breath with her face flushed, the brightest witch of her age flopped down rather ungracefully onto Harry’s bed.

Crookshanks had jumped out of her arms when they were coming up the stairs, and was now prowling around the room, tail swishing back and forth.

“OY! WHAT’S THAT BLOODY CAT DOING HERE?!” Ron bellowed, holding Scabbers protectively against his chest.

Crookshanks’ yellow eyes just narrowed at the squirming rat in the young Weasley’s arms.

“DON’T YOU SEE HOW HE’S LOOKING AT SCABBERS?? GET HIM OUTTA HERE!” Ron aimed a misjudged kick at the half-kneazle, only to hit Harry’s trunk with his foot.

Ron howled in pain, and hopped up and down on one foot. To Hermione, it was rather amusing and she couldn’t help but feel that he deserved what he’d gotten.

Harry had to stifle a laugh as well, seeing as the whole thing was rather amusing. He just wished his two best friends could get along better though.

When the pain finally subsided for Ron, he glared darkly at Hermione, and she was almost concerned for the flash of hatred in his eyes.

Clearing his throat, Harry changed the subject and suggested they get back to opening presents. Reaching over, Harry grabbed an oddly shaped parcel at the foot of his bed.

He quickly unwrapped it, eager to see what it was. And boy was he shocked.

It was a new broomstick.

Not just any new broomstick, but the newest of new broomsticks.

It was the Firebolt. 

Harry admired the glossy wood and traced his fingers over the engraving of the model’s name on the handle. 

Ron just gaped. Hermione could’ve sworn she saw drool seep out of his mouth as well, and she scrunched up her nose in disgust.

“Harry, is that-” Ron lamely started.

“Yeah,” Harry breathed, admiring the beautiful broom. “It’s a Firebolt!”

“Do you know who sent it?” Hermione inquired, looking over his shoulder for a note.

“Erm... no.” Harry answered, somewhat disappointed. 

Instead of looking happy for him, Hermione almost looked... concerned.

“D’you reckon it was Lupin?” Ron asked, his mouth full with a chocolate frog someone had sent him.

“Professor Lupin.” Hermione chided, earning a glare from the Weasley.

“I don’t think Lupin has the kind of money to afford something like this, Ron.” Harry stated, entirely sure it was someone else who’d sent it.

“Well who cares who gave it to you, let’s take her for a fly!” Ron happily sprung up and practically ripped the broom from Harry’s arms.

“I don’t think anyone should ride that broom just yet!” Hermione piped up, slightly unsure of herself.

Ron just rolled his eyes. “What d’you think Harry’s gonna do with it, sweep the floor?” Ron rudely finished.

Hermione just ducked her head, mumbling out apologies before exiting the room, Crookshanks not too far behind her. 

Harry frowned. He didn’t want her to be upset, especially not on Christmas. His thoughts were interrupted when Ron snorted.

“Right bitch that one is, isn’t she?” He narrowed his eyes at the door that she’d just walked through. 

Unknown to Ron, Hermione had heard everything he’d said and was now running out of the Griffindor common room, with tears streaming down her face.

Harry whirled around to face Ron, his emerald eyes filled with rage.

“HOW COULD YOU?! SHE’S OUR FRIEND!” He furiously yelled at his former best mate.

“No, she was yours. I never gave a flying shit about her,” Ron confessed to Harry.

The Boy-Who-Lived took a deep breath and calmly walked towards the door, not wanting the fight to escalate.

“Bloody know-it-all.” Ron muttered the last part to himself, but Harry heard him.

He stopped and without really thinking it through, he punched the redhead square in the nose and heard a satisfying crunch.

“BLOODY HELL, MATE!” Ron screeched as he fell to the ground, clutching his broken, bleeding nose.

Harry swiftly turned around, and stalked out of the room and into the common room. He felt slightly guilty, but Ron had been a right git, so he deserved it.

“’Mione?” He called up the stairs. When he heard no response, he tried to climb them again, only to remember it wouldn’t work.

“Shit.” He swore under his breath, pacing at the bottom of the stairs. He ran a hand through his messy, jet-black hair when he noticed something.

It was Crookshanks. 

There was no way Hermione would leave him down here while she went up to the girls’ dormitories. 

Daniel Radcliffe as Harry Potter

Emma Watson as Hermione Granger

Rupert Grint as Ronald Weasley

David Thewlis as Remus Lupin

Gary Oldman as Sirius Black

Ralph Fiennes as Lord Voldemort

Michael Gambon as Albus Dumbledore

Hermione had no idea where she was going. All she knew was that she was sick and tired of Ron being an arsehole to her. Blinded by her tears, she ran through the eerily empty halls of Hogwarts, and out one of the secret passages. 

Hermione had no clue which one of the passages she’d taken or where’d it lead her but she just wanted to sit down somewhere remote and cry. Ron had been being an obnoxious git to her for the last three years of her life, but recently, he’d taken to snapping at her almost whenever she uttered a single word.

Know-it-all,

Beaver,

Bitch,

Mudblood,

He’d called her. Sometimes behind closed doors, but also, to her humiliation, in public where curious eyes would stare at the bookworm as she was called names and being bullied by her supposed “best friend”.

It made her sick.

Stomach churning, Hermione stopped and leaned against a wall or railing of some sort. She sank down against the cold surface, and squinted her eyes shut. The brunette tried to regain her breath and control the tears that were currently streaming down her face. Quickly regaining control over her own body, she began to calm down. 

Looking down at the ground, she noticed a puddle and saw her reflection. Angrily, she noticed her face was still splotchy and red from running in the freezing temperature. Noticing her eyes were puffy as well, she huffed in frustration and kicked the puddle, splashing flecks of water on the stone.

Looking up, she noticed she was on the bridge where she and Harry would come sometimes on their walks to just talk. She chuckled and was about to pull herself up and head back before she missed breakfast, when she saw a reflection of a man in what remained of the puddle. 

Her head snapped up, along with her wild hair as she stared wide-eyed at her rugged yet handsome professor. As she stared at him, she noticed a strange emotion etched across his aging face... for now she would deem it as caution.

“Is everything alright Hermione?” Her DADA professor asked her, concerned.

Tearing her honey eyes away from him, she stared at a space in front of her. A million thoughts were rushing through her head as she tried to form a response to his words. 

A heavy silence filled the air as the concerned professor stood a few feet away from his star student. Internally, he berated himself. Of course everything’s not alright, she’s crying you fool! Moony screamed at him. The wolf inside that almost nobody knew about had taken hold of his conscious and was always there as he’d been for the past twenty-eight years. 

“No, I suppose not, Professor.” She sighed, watching as her now visible breath dissipated into the cold winter air.

“Would you like to talk about it?” He pressed, wanting to know what could possibly reduce the intelligent young girl to tears.

She huffed angrily. “Ron was just being an arsehole again,” Almost immediately after saying so, she turned beet red. “I-I’m so sorry professor, it just slipped out!” The teenage girl stammered out a string of apologies, not all audible.

Remus nearly laughed, this girl was adorable, he thought. “No need to apologize Miss Granger, judging by your tone and current state, I can assume he deserved it?” He finished, somewhat irked with the redhead for upsetting one of his favorite students.

To say Hermione was shocked would be an understatement. If it’d been any other professor, she certainly would’ve gotten points docked off! Her head whipped up, her chestnut curls following.

The brightest witch of her age might’ve even had a heart attack when she saw a calloused hand stretched out in front of her.

Hesitantly, she glanced back up at the scarred face that would bring her comfort for confirmation.

He smiled and lightly nodded, flexing his fingers a little as if to indicate it was alright.

Without a second thought, the brightest witch of her age placed her delicate hand in the werewolf’s rough and calloused ones. 

And for the first time in years, she felt truly safe, not like with Harry, where she felt all warm inside, but really safe. 

They stood there for a few moments in complete silence, save for the wind howling and a few owls hooting in the distance.

Mustering up the courage that was responsible for her sorting, the thirteen-year- old found her voice again.

“Thank you.” She breathed out. 

As if a switch had suddenly turned on in his head, the aging werewolf glanced down at his watch, an odd item for wizard to have, yet useful nonetheless.

“Merlin’s beard!” Remus exclaimed. “Breakfast is almost over, we’ll both be late for our next class if we don’t head back to the castle. Would you mind if I accompanied you on the way down?” Remus asked the young witch before him.

“Of course, professor.” She beamed up at him, buckteeth and all.

Discussing magical theories and various defense methods, the two made their way back to the castle and headed towards his classroom. Chatting animatedly, the pair hardly noticed the questioning looks they received from several portraits in the halls. Before they knew it, Remus and Hermione were standing in front of the DADA room.

Suddenly, Hermione remembered something.

“Professor,” Hermione started. “It’s Christmas...” She trailed off.

A shocked expression appeared on his face. “Well, I suppose an apology is due, I’m sorry for dragging you all the way here, especially on Christmas.” He profusely apologized.

Hermione laughed. “It’s quite alright professor, in fact, I really enjoyed spending my Christmas morning with you.” She shyly admitted, a faint blush dusting her cheeks.

Beaming, Hermione happily hurried away towards the Library, eager to get in some reading time before lunch. However, she didn’t see the light smile that formed on Professor Lupin’s face as he watched her skip away. 

True friendship and love means more than any broomstick ever could. When Hermione fears for her best friend and secret crush’s safety after he receives a Firebolt quite possibly from an Azkaban-escapee, she decides to tell her Head of House. Of course, we know all of this, but what if instead of eventually reconciling, Ron lashes out and bullies Hermione? What if Harry never was actually mad at her in the first place? After Ron’s true colors show, The Golden Trio is no more, and now, it’s just...

Harmony.

~ Warning ~

mentions of abuse, 

self-harm, 

For all the Harmony lovers out there.

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Imagine it’s a few years after the war and Harry is really down and depressed because he and Ginny broke up since she didn’t love him, but the Boy-Who-Lived. He doesn’t have any parental figures in his life besides Arthur, Molly, and Remus. (Remus is still alive)

Hermione also hasn’t been doing so well ever since she caught Ron in bed with Lavender Brown. She notices how sad Harry is, and with her knowledge of Ancient Ruins, Hermione decides to try and bring Sirius back from the veil

one more time.

She succeeds, but nearly loses her life in doing so. Harry, Remus, and Sirius (who feels he owes a huge debt to her) help Hermione recover and gain back her strength. 

Harry especially plays a huge role in helping Hermione recover, and they realize they might be more than just friends.

Also they all live in Grimmauld place together, and there would be a lot of angst between Remus and Hermione over the fact that she’s not safe from him during the full moon.

Sirius and Harry would have a lot of bonding time (ie. quidditch, motorbike flying, just talking, wizard’s chess, story time, etc.

They would all be suPER protective over each other.

Will include slowburn!harmony, dad!remus, dad!sirius, bashing!ron, and bashing!ginny