#emarry

Omg please do not apologize! I just flailed a little bit. ❤︎ One of my favorite things about writing Provenance is how almost every review is about how adorable Emmeline is and how people want her to succeed. It makes me giddy to see people rooting for her!

You must be psychic, cause I was at work thinking about Goblet of Fire yesterday. I suppose few spoilers here and there won’t be any trouble... 👀

Emmeline does end up going to the ball with Harry, but it’s a long, arduous process to get them there. There are people gossiping, people meddling, people making bets, and honestly Emmeline almost decides to forget the whole thing and spend the night in Hufflepuff Basement. But Harry pleads with her for help after he finds out that he needs to dance in front of everyone, and because she’s a good friend, she puts her frustration aside so he won’t look like an idiot.

Once they’re at the ball, there’s really too much going on to be worried about emotions. I also pull a lot from the book, so besides Hermione and Ron’s fight, there’s also the conversation they overheard between Hagrid and Madame Maxime, and the argument between Snape and Karkaroff. But it’s definitely an important night for both of them, and a step toward them becoming more than friends. They both dress in matching green, and Emmeline wears the sparkling barrettes that Harry bought for her at the Quidditch World Cup. 💚

“Does anyone have any parting words? I’m off to the Black Lake to drown myself.”

Emmeline dropped her book bag and let her legs buckle under her, falling face first into the grass of the courtyard.

“Are you going now?” asked Harry. “Dinner won’t be long now.”

“Yeah,” Ron’s voice offered. “You should at least wait for pudding.”

“Honestly, boys?” Hermione scoffed somewhere near Emmeline’s head. “What’s wrong, Em?”

“Potions. I’ve finished that horrid essay and I am most definitely going to fail.”

“Well that’s dumb. Shoulda offed yourself before you did the essay.”

“Ronald!”

“What? I’m just saying it would’ve saved her the work! No point in it now.”

There was a loud thwack, and Harry was still laughing as Emmeline rolled onto her back. She waved a hand to ward off Hermione’s assault. “No, he’s right. I’ve just got so much left to do and absolutely no desire to do it.”

“It’s OWLs, Emmeline,” Hermione sighed. “What did you expect?”

“I know what to expect. It doesn’t mean I want to do it. I still have four papers to do, not to mention the star chart for astronomy.”

“Well then, you best get a start.”

Emmeline swore at her, and had to dodge the homework planner Hermione threw at her head. “Alright! I’m going!”

She heaved herself up, leaning her back on the courtyard bench next to Harry’s knee. She had every intention of diving into her homework, but ran into a problem as soon as she looked at her book bag. Rifling wildly, she swore again.

“I can’t believe - of course it’s the only book I’m missing! Ugh, now I’ll have to go back to the common room and by then…”

“Take mine,” Harry chuckled, pushing his Charms textbook into her hands.

Emmeline thanked him and flipped open to the correct page. She scratched a few lines into her notebook, and was three pages into the chapter before the thought occurred to her. Harry was completely immersed in his own work, his hair shining in the same sunlight that made her squint up at him.

“Hey, Harry?”

“Mm?”

“How did you know which book I needed?”

“You always do Charms after Potions.”

“…I do?”

“Yeah. You have done, since first year.” He looked up from his book, suddenly turning pink. “Not that I…I mean, that’s just…I noticed.”

“Right.” Emmeline’s cheeks felt hot as she ducked back to her book. Not her book. His book. “Well…thanks.”

This is why I love having a tumblr, because I’m so nose-to-the-ground with the plot sometimes that I completely forget to stop and appreciate things like this. You’re so right! Emmeline is half-living in Grimmauld Place in OotP, so I can just imagine Aunt Vee stopping by for one of the meetings and seeing the way Harry and Emmeline tease each other while they’re cleaning the house, or the way Harry lets her win Exploding Snap, and she just immediately zeroes in on it. Internally, she’s also like “Merlin, help me” because she knows what a load of drama will come with dating, let alone dating Harry Potter. But somehow, it’s always felt inevitable.

Hey QUICK INTERJECTION this is the first provenance prompt i’ve ever gotten and i’m in love with you. cool.

Gives nose/forehead kisses → Harry. In part because he is the tol and Emmeline is the smol, but also because he’s a cheeky little shit and loves to fluster her.

Gets jealous the most → Emmeline. Harry is The Boy Who Lived and no matter how much they grow he always has that mantle, and people staring at him, and men and women giggling. She’s always been incredibly insecure, and that generally makes matters worse, even when she knows the fame means nothing to him.

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive → Harry. Not only can Emmeline not drive (she’ll get her license eventually, she’s determined, but she finds driving very nerve-wracking) but she’s also got an incredibly low tolerance. Two glasses of Firewhiskey will have her slipping out of her chair.

Takes care of on sick days → Emmeline. Harry will do his best, of course, but his skills tend to stop after a good can of soup. Emmeline will fret and fuss with all the home remedies she learned as a girl.

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day → Emmeline. She loves the water, but grew up far from the shore. She’s ecstatic about being able to go to the beach. She goes for the thrill, Harry goes for the calm.

Gives unprompted massages → Emmeline. Though Harry is more easy with PDA, Emmeline sees it as a personal responsibility to keep his stress at bay. Whether he’s working on schoolwork or Quidditch plans or work for the office, if she notices that he’s getting tense, she’ll usually wander over and massage his shoulder to put him at ease.

Drives/rides shotgun → Harry drives, Emmeline rides.

Brings the other lunch at work → Emmeline. While they are working at the Ministry, she’ll do her best to visit the Auror department on lunch to make sure he hasn’t drowned in paperwork. When they’re both teaching at Hogwarts, it’s not unusual to find them in their old favorite courtyard with a basket of sandwiches. Students are always welcomed to join, and it becomes something of a free tutor period for them.

Has the better parental relationship → HA. Emmeline.

Tries to start role-playing in bed → Harry. Tbqh I don’t see this cropping up often at all. Not that Emmeline is beyond suggesting something new, but I definitely feel like this would be a foreign concept to her. She’s generally more naive in that sense.

Embarrassingly drunk dancer → Harry. And Emmeline. The difference being that Emmeline will dance essentially the same drunk and sober, and Harry is only embarrassing when he is drunk. Largely because the boy has to be drunk before will venture outside of a step-touch and a twirl. 

Still cries watching Titanic → Emmeline. You don’t even have to wait for the sad part. She’ll happy cry through the beginning and sad cry through the end.

Firmly believes in couples costumes → Emmeline. She’s not sure what it is. It’s not necessarily romantic, or that it makes her feel whole. But there’s definitely something about matching Harry in any way that makes her feel happy. Whether it’s matching the colors of their robes or donning Muggle Halloween costumes as inaccurate vampires. It just feels nice to let everyone know she has a partner in crime.

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas → Harry. Not that either of them is particularly careless with their money, but as Harry grew up with virtually no money, he enjoys spending what he does have on people he loves. He knows Emmeline would do the same for him, but he’s hard to shop for because he’s happy with the bare minimum.

Makes the other eat breakfast → Emmeline, technically. It’s a tricky situation, and something Emmeline doesn’t notice until they’re well out of Hogwarts. Harry is very good at making breakfast - delicious scrambled eggs, perfectly cooked bacon, fluffy muffins. But he rarely eats anything he cooks. It takes her a while to realize why, but as soon as she does she threatens to charm him to his chair until he’s eaten his proper share of breakfast. Work be damned if he’s late. She’ll fight his entire department.

Remembers anniversaries → Emmeline. She’s definitely got a brain for the tiniest details, and she remembers a lot further back. Harry always feels bad, but Emmeline doesn’t mind. She assures him it’s just because she’s got “less going on upstairs.”

Brings up having kids → Emmeline. In my head, it’s not for a few years, but earlier than they’d expected. She has something of a pregnancy scare, but doesn’t tell Harry anything until she’s certain of the answer. She decides they need to have a conversation, because her scare was not as scary as she’d thought it would be. Harry’s the one who’s got second thoughts about being a parent. He spent a good portion of his formative years without parental figures, and he’s not sure what a father should do. But Emmeline assures him that’s exactly what’s going to make him the best father a child could hope for.

de inimigos, para… algo esquisito… para… amigos! o pensamento quase lhe arrancou um riso, porque se alguém lhe dissesse anos antes que ela e phinneas fechariam um ciclo assim. haviam dado a volta inteira, com direito a atritos, jogos de poder, desconfianças mútuas e aquela convivência armada que só termina quando alguém cede ou quando ambos se cansam de lutar. e agora ali estavam, parceiros de negócios, ainda que a palavra parceira lhe parecesse grande demais para o papel que ocupava. consultora, talvez. alguém orbitando à margem das engrenagens mais agressivas, distante das temáticas estritamente corporativas que um dia haviam sido seu território absoluto. entretanto, bastou um erro banal, um passo além do corredor correto, a porta errada aberta sem cerimônia, para que os pensamentos se silenciassem. ezra ergueu uma das sobrancelhas, gesto automático, os olhos varrendo o ambiente com rapidez analítica antes de se fixarem na figura inesperada. um segundo de suspensão, algum organograma mental que faça sentido. “não… ham… emery?”