Hi I'm trying so hard to find this Romione fanfic that I loved but I can't find it??? all I remember is that Romione talking about all the times they could have gotten together in past (Yule ball, slughorn party) and how they do things different but it was written like they told off this as fanfic scenarios to each other??? It was so cute but I can't remember if I saw it on tumblr or AO3 ? Help???
Idk if it’s what the anon was looking for, but Wish Fulfillment is my story and follows that format!! Wazlib88 was/is my fanfiction.net username & it’s posted there as well as somewhere in my tumblr archives.
finally a new illustration! I decided to return with this simple romione fanart on their first trip to hogsmade, which I did with a lot of love to practice digital painting.
A moment that could have happened between Ron and Hermione post their escape from
Xenophilius’.
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The steady, unrelenting downpour had chased them to their new location near the coast. The persistent sound of rain pattering down on their canvas, the dull grey overcast sky and the sodden landscapes did little to cheer his friends up, both of whom were quietly avoiding a full-blown argument about their differences in options about the Hallows. The third evening since their escape from Xenophilius’, Ron once again found himself mediating between Harry and Hermione. As always, Hermione had raked up Harry’s nerves by being her usual self, proclaiming a little too persistently about the futility of pursuing ‘delusional’ quests rather than ‘practical’ goals. As expected, it had ticked Harry off who rudely announced that yes, Xenophilius was right, yes, she was limited in her thoughts. As Hermione sent him a fiery glare Harry snapped that he’d be the one to take up the watch and marched off. Ron did not miss Harry’s fingers clasping inside his pocket where he knew Harry now carried the snitch. Groaning quietly to himself he turned around to find Hermione rooted on the spot, still glaring at Harry’s retreating form before she spun around her heels and walked off towards their beds.
(I couldn’t resist drawing James as a redhead. Nothing in the epilogue says otherwise, although hp wiki does say he has black hair. I don’t know. I just liked it like this.)
“There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione’s arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet. “ (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows)
To try and put it more poetically, it feels like we were standing on the edge of the folklorian woods and had a choice: to turn and go back or to travel further into the forest of this music. We chose to wander deeper in.
A fairy tale also reveals some sort of truth, the perils of choices we face in our youth, but our story today is different in theme, for our hero had no choice, or so it would seem. It starts with a fairy bestowing a spell. This one is for a baby named EllaofFrell.
