Now do Day 20 for Ron's P.O.V. on how he fell in love with Hermione after seven years of feels
😑 Anon, if you’d like me to write something, the common courtesy would be to at least say please. Maybe even thank you. I do this for fun and am not a machine, despite the lighthearted jokes that I may in fact write like one by fellow friends and mutuals. The January word challenge is really a fun writing thing for me, and I don’t really have a plan to do a POV swap on this drabble. Additionally, I’m pressed for writing time, so it’s going to be a while before I honor any prompts.
a/n: there’s more under the cut, so don’t be fooled into thinking this is a short one!
Hermione walked through the maze of corridors of her new school. She was a witch, and she was learning magic! It was a fresh start for her, and one she hoped would have a better outcome than her experiences in primary school. Sure, she missed the subjects she studied at her old school, and her eleven year old aspirations of becoming a lawyer were probably all for naught now, but she wouldn’t trade any of that for this amazing new world.
She understood why she was different now, and why odd things tended to happen when she grew up. Hogwarts was meant to teach her how to control and refine her magic, and she’d read all of the textbooks twice in preparation of fitting in. Hermione was worried she was already behind because she didn’t come from a magical family, so she focused on the one thing she was good at to help her get ahead.
Thankfully, her teachers were already impressed with her work ethic, and she was proving that she did actually belong here. Sure, she missed her parents and wrote them several times a week, and she reminded herself that it would have been like this if she’d been sent off to boarding school, too. She held up the newest letter that had been delivered at breakfast. Her mum had asked if she’d made any friends yet. Hermione’s face fell as she reread her mother’s words. Not yet, she thought, but she was still hopeful. New beginnings meant a fresh start, and that went for her attempts at making friends as well.
It wasn’t a fluke. She really did make new friends last year, and they still wanted her in their lives upon returning to Hogwarts in the fall! Sure, it was probably a little out of the ordinary for her two friends to be boys, but she wasn’t complaining. Originally she thought that being friends with Harry Potter would help her befriend the others in her year, or at least her fellow Gryffindors, but that didn’t seem to be the case.
Their recognition and brief popularity for winning the House Cup last year was soon forgotten once the Chamber of Secrets had been opened. Honestly, she’d been holding her breath, thinking that Harry and Ron would drop her because the monster was targeting muggleborns. She was quite relieved when they turned out to do the exact opposite.
Ron had come to her defense and had thrown up slugs because of it. It was the nicest, and most disgusting thing anyone had ever done for her, and she wasn’t sure how to repay him. The word really didn’t mean much to her, but Ron’s reaction was notable.
She wasn’t sure why her heart felt funny when he stood up to Malfoy for her. Maybe that’s just what true friendship felt like. Yes, surely that was it. She would have felt the same if Harry had been the one to defend her, right?
Hermione couldn’t believe it! A pet of her very own! He may not be a kitten, but he was new to her, and she was certain he would be the best cat! She was sold on Crookshanks the moment she laid eyes on him when they’d entered the Menagerie, and much to Ron’s discontent, she’d chosen the ginger animal.
The store owner seemed both relieved and excited at the prospect of Crookshanks finding a new home, having been looked over for years now. Hermione snuggled him closer as they sat in their compartment on the Hogwarts Express at the recollection. She felt a connection with Crookshanks, knowing what it felt like to be looked over and dismissed for friendship and camaraderie.
Hermione smiled, knowing that her new pet would keep her company at night when Lavender and Parvati excluded her in their whispered secrets. Now, she’d have someone to whisper her own secrets to; ones she couldn’t tell the boys. Like how she still didn’t understand the way her heart thumped faster when Ron would smile at her, and she felt nothing when Harry did the same. Of course, Crookshanks couldn’t speak, but it still comforted her to know she’d have someone to talk to who she could trust with her innermost thoughts.
Hermione couldn’t believe she actually had a date to the Yule Ball. Sure, it wasn’t her first choice, but it beat going alone. Maybe it’d even make a certain someone wake up and notice her.
It was a strange new feeling, being wanted and desired. She’d spent the majority of her fifteen years being looked over and not given a second thought when it came to personal relationships and friendships. Now, an international quidditch player had shown interest in her, of all people!
Shouldn’t she be feeling more excited at this prospect? Wasn’t this what she’d always wanted? Not only was she being included, but desired. Someone wanted her on their arm, for the whole of Hogwarts and the visitors from the other two schools to see! And yet, she wasn’t satisfied.
If anything, her heart hurt more because she still wasn’t noticed by the one person that mattered the most. She glanced up from across the Gryffindor table and watched a certain redhead working on some assignment. Maybe she should forget about the stupid crush she could no longer deny. Yes, that was it.
Hermione resolved to put her feelings for him aside, and embrace the new companionship, or maybe more, that Viktor was offering. It was the perfect plan to get over her childhood crush.
Well, this is new, Hermione thought to herself. Since when did Ron give her meaningful gifts? She was staring at the bottle of perfume Ron gifted her Christmas. On the inside, she was absolutely giddy, but the outside didn’t match those feelings. Ron couldn’t know her secret, so Hermione vowed to hide it at all costs.
She’d done a poor job of trying to hide her excitement. Well, no, she actually did too well of a job. Her reaction was less than stellar, and not what she’d intended. She told him it was interesting. How barmy could you be! Interesting? Why couldn’t you have said, ‘it’s lovely, Ron, thank you!’ No, you had to go and say it’s ‘interesting,’ Hermione berated herself in her own thoughts.
This very well could have been the moment she’d been waiting for, and she’d gone and buggered it up. Yet instead of trying to fix it, she let it go. She figured that if she wore the perfume on a regular basis, then he’d know she liked it.
Hermione felt like her insides had been gutted and her heart ripped out of her chest. She’d give anything to go back to the dull ache and pining over Ron as she wished that they could be something more. Maybe she’d wake up and realize it was just a nightmare, that this new heartache wasn’t warranted after all. Yet the days continued to pass, and that stab of pain remained fresh every time she witnessed the boy she fancied attached by the face to her dorm mate.
Slow and steady wins the race. That’s what the fable always taught her. But it wasn’t true; at least not this time. There was no way she could ever compare to the likes of Lavender, who possessed such a natural beauty that she could have any bloke she desired.
There was no way Ron would ever look twice at her, especially not now. His new relationship only exacerbated the estrangement she now faced with him. The loneliness was almost too much to bear since he wasn’t speaking to her.
It was typical Ron and Hermione. He was mad at her for some unknown reason, and now she couldn’t allow herself to forgive him for his betrayal. Their friendship now obliterated in its wake. She was stupid to think she’d even had a chance. Her offer to attend Slughorn’s party was tossed aside far too quickly when a better offer arose.
A new wave of tears flooded her eyes. When it was all said and done, she couldn’t blame him. Who in their right mind would pick plain Hermione Granger over the illustrious Lavender Brown? Book smarts didn’t matter when it came to fancying someone. Now that Ron had Lavender, she wasn’t needed anymore.
Hermione felt Ron’s lips kiss her gently as he leaned down. Hermione hoped she’d never get used to this feeling. They were finally together now. Somehow, they’d survived more near death situations than she could count. The war was over, and they could finally be honest with each other. It felt like a weight was lifted off of her shoulders. She no longer had to hide how she felt. Her hand found his, and for the first time in years, she felt peace.
There was no doubt they’d stumble along the way as they transitioned from friends to something more, but they were willing to do whatever it took to make this work. Every kiss between them felt like a promise, and for the first time she no longer questioned where she stood with her best friend. Hermione smiled as she finally allowed herself to fully embrace their new relationship.
Hola! Siento que este mensaje esté en español, pero quería pasarme rápidamente por aquí para decirte que eres increíble y que me encanta tu forma de escribir! Espero que tengas un buen día! Un saludo desde España!
Hi anon! Thank you so much! I’m so glad you love my stories! I hope they translate well into Spanish if you read them that way (or at least that the English makes sense!!) You have no idea how much I appreciate this! And I appreciate YOU!
Same message in Spanish (using Google translate because my Spanish skills are a bit rusty!)
Hola anon! Muchas gracias! ¡Estoy tan feliz de que te encanten mis historias! Espero que se traduzcan bien al español si los lees de esa manera (¡o al menos que el inglés tenga sentido!) ¡No tienes idea de cuánto aprecio esto! ¡Y te aprecio!
Hiii! Soo this is from the questions to u from harry potter. 1,2,13 thaaanks
1. Harry Potter House: I am a slytherclaw, but if I had to choose, I always choose Ravenclaw!
2. Patronus: Nebelung Cat!
13. Character you most identify with: Hmm. My gut instinct was to say Hermione, but in thinking about it more, I actually identify more with Percy (aside from betraying his family because I’d never do that) or Remus.
Weird asks - 21, 45, 93 and another that is not on the list, what do you work on?
21. Obsession from childhood? Hmm. probably listening to music a little too loud with my CD player. also playing Crash Bandicoot on the OG Playstation (ironically I still do that now, just with the remastered versions!)
45. sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? Fantasy!
93. nicknames? Since most of my nicknames are just variants on my first name, I don’t feel comfortable giving those out (sorry). But there is one nickname I was called in high school that I will divulge: “Eich”
What do I work on? As in my profession? I’m a teacher!
“James, are you sure we can trust Peter? I really think it should be Sirius,” Lily said as she was bouncing baby Harry in her arms.
“They’ll know it’s Sirius if we choose him, Lily. It’s too risky—” James tried to explain, but Lily cut him off.
“Of course it’s risky! All of this is risky! For us, for Sirius, and everyone who’s fighting You Know Who! I’d feel better knowing it was Pads. I know he’d never give us away,” Lily argued.
“Wormy wouldn’t either! Lily, I’ve known him since he was eleven. He’s one of my best friends. I know he’d never do anything to hurt us,” James insisted.
Lily didn’t answer James right away. She snuggled Harry closer and lifted him higher to kiss his forehead. He was such a good baby. He rarely cried, and always had a look of wonderment and curiosity when he was awake.
“I just don’t understand. Why does it have to be us? Why Harry? What have we done to deserve any of this?” Lily said as she fought back the tears that threatened to fall for the fifth time today.
“I don’t know, Lils, I don’t know. Even Dumbledore doesn’t know. But he’s offering us this protection and we’d be mental not to take it. We have to protect him, and I think Peter’s the right choice.”
“What about Re—” Lily tried to suggest Remus again.
“You know as well as I do that Moony is too much a risk because of his status. Werewolves are known to side with evil, and even though I know Moony would never join them, it’s too dangerous. He’d never agree!” James defended.
“Well, you could say the same thing about Sirius and his family ties!” Lily retorted.
“You know as well as I do that Sirius renounced his family as quickly as he could. He’d rather die than join the Death Eaters!”
“So all the more reason to choose him!”
“Lily, what is it about Wormy that’s putting you off? You need to tell me. Has he done something I don’t know about?” James asked seriously.
“No, never. I can’t explain it, James,” Lily said with a sigh. “I’m going to go put Harry down.”
“Well, we need to have a decision in twenty minutes so you can’t avoid this conversation.”
“I’m not trying to,” she said as she disappeared up the stairs.
Lily laid Harry down in his crib as she sat in the rocker on the opposite side of the room. Her mind continued to think back to the conversation she had with Severus third year. It was barmy, really. They were thirteen, and what did Sev actually know anyway? Especially now, considering he was on the opposing side. She shook her head at the thought.
There were days she missed her best friend. Even despite everything he’d said and done that showed his true colors, somehow she still missed him. You’re better off without him, Lily, she forced herself to think. But then there was that other part of her that said ‘then why are you still hung up over that conversation?’
It was springtime and they were sitting under the big oak tree by the lake, revising for final exams. James and his posse were goofing off down closer by the quidditch pitch. Despite a fair distance between them, Lily still couldn’t concentrate with the noise they were making.
“There’s something weird about Pettigrew,” Sev had said to her in confidence.
“What do you mean?” Lily asked. She never really thought much about it.
“Well, I mean, they’re all a bunch of misfits to begin with, but Pettigrew still seems like the outcast. Potter’s the ring leader, Black the sidekick, and Lupin’s the sensible one. It’s not even like Pettigrew’s the funny one. He’s just…pathetic,” Lily could hear the resentment seething in Sev’s voice.
“I still don’t know what that has to do with anything. They may be annoying to us, but they get along with each other,” Lily said with a shrug.
“Maybe they keep Pettigrew around for a laugh. Remember first year? He’d follow Potter around like a puppy dog. What’s so special about Potter anyways? He’s a pompous prat if you ask me,” Severus spat.
“Sev, just drop it. It’s not worth working yourself up over,” Lily warned.
“I’m just saying. Pettigrew’s the type who wants to be on the side with power. He thinks Potter’s powerful with his popularity, so he did whatever it took to get on the inside of that group.”
“Lily, I’m serious! You really don’t think if someone else came around, he wouldn’t drop Potter and his friends for them?”
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Lily had told him.
She never did get a chance to see it because it never happened. Yet now, her mind kept going back to Severus’ observations. Voldemort was gaining more power every day. If he was right about Peter, then could they truly trust him? Would he rat them out if it meant saving himself?
Lily shook the thoughts away. She couldn’t let Sev get into her head. After all, he’d shown his true colors two years after that conversation, when he called her a mudblood right in that same spot.
She stood up and walked back over to the crib, taking in another look at her pride and joy. “I trust James, and if James trusts Peter, then that’s who we’ll go with,” she said to herself.
It wasn’t worth the fight. Lily knew the road ahead would be long and trying, and if they were to come out unscathed she had to trust her husband’s judgement. Their lives, and more importantly Harry’s, depended on it.
a/n: I based this off of the season 3 heist, and some of the plot points and a few lines are taken directly from the show. I do not own the rights to Harry Potter or Brooklyn 99. Thanks for following this crazy story!
Epilogue: The Heist
“Captain Holt,” Kingsley said after apparating directly into his office.
“Ah, King, you made it,” Holt said, looking at his watch. “Right on time, too.”
“Yes, well, it wasn’t easy transporting a large portrait under a disillusionment charm from England to the United States,” Kingsley commented. “Care to fill me in now that we’re in person? Your correspondence gave away very little.”
“I can, but I don’t have much time before the squad arrives for their shift,” Holt said. “You may place the portrait on that easel over there. It is an honor to make your acquaintance,” he nodded to the portrait.
“And yours as well. While I don’t wish to speak poorly of my permanent residence, it is nice to leave the wall of the Headmistress’ office.” The voice of Albus Dumbledore could be heard through the Disillusionment charm Kingsley had placed on the frame.
“What about your other portraits, Albus?” Kingsley asked in confusion of his statement.
“Ah, yes, I do travel to those occasionally as well, but this may be my only opportunity to ever travel outside England. Though, I believe Captain Holt is pressed for time and would like to have a word before you must take your leave,” Dumbledore observed.
“Thank you, Albus,” Holt said before turning to Kingsley. “For the last two years, Detective Peralta and I have engaged in a ridiculous Halloween bet, now known as the Halloween Heist. Normally, I don’t engage in such frivolous antics. However, we are currently tied 1-1, and I intend on winning the tiebreaker and putting an end to this, once and for all.”
“I see, but what does this have to do with Albus’ portrait?” Kingsley asked.
“Ah, yes. Ever since your team left following the closing of Gerteso’s case, I planted the seed in Peralta’s mind for him to contact Nolan about returning to help him win.”
“So you think Nolan is going to be here today?” Kingsley said. “Now that I think about it, he and Jason did take the day off…”
A wicked grin spread across Holt’s face. “Just as I predicted. Now, I’ve positioned the easel for Albus’ portrait so that he can observe everything that’s happening in the precinct, unbeknownst to anyone.”
“I will do my best, but I must say my lip reading skills are not up to snuff,” Albus admitted with a chuckle.
“There will be no need for lip reading,” Holt said as he made his way back over to his desk and pointed to a contraption that looked like a radio. “I planted a bug on Peralta’s desk, so you should be able to hear the conversations without any issue.”
Albus nodded as Kingsley interjected. “Well, good luck to you. I’ll be taking my leave now, and will be back in the morning to retrieve the portrait.”
Holt nodded, as Kingsley disapparated.
“It’s the best day of the year!” Peralta said excitedly as the squad gathered in the briefing room for their meeting. “The day we can finally determine once and for all who is the amazingest ‘amazing detective/genius!’”
“Yes, which we both know will be me,” Holt retorted. “This year, we will both be attempting to steal the same item. This—” he held up a briefcase and opened it to reveal a gold crown, “will be locked away in the interrogation room. The case itself cuffed to the table. We decided to use a neutral object this year instead of Peralta trying to steal something of mine.”
“Yeah, and whoever is in possession of the crown at midnight will be crowned the amazing detective/genius. Which will be me,” he added with a fake cough.
Holt shook his head in mock annoyance. “We will see about that. Now, as for teams: we each can choose who we want to work with, and as I was the victor last year, I’ll choose first.”
“I guess that’s only fair,” Jake said, rolling his eyes, and pretending to be affronted.
“I choose Terry,” Holt said swiftly.
“Alright, alright, brawns over brains. I get it,” Jake commented.
“What?” Terry asked, but Jake ignored him as he made his own pick.
“Charles,” he said.
He didn’t notice that Amy almost stood up with a smug look on her face, only for it to fall slightly as he chose his best friend over his girlfriend. Amy looked to Holt in anticipation next. Maybe he’d choose her instead.
“Yes! The dream team rides again!” Charles said, pumping his fist in the air.
“Gina,” Holt said automatically, as Gina stood up and joined the captain.
“Rosa!” Jake said.
“Dope,” Rosa said as Amy exclaimed,
“Sorry, Ames, I can’t trust you. You’ll do anything to please Captain Holt,” Jake explained his reasoning.
“Well, fine, maybe I wanted to be on Captain Holt’s team anyway,” Amy said, trying to hide the look of hurt on her face.
Holt held up his hand. “Sorry Santiago, I can’t trust you either, given your current relations with Detective Peralta.
“Wait, so nobody wants me?” Amy asked. Both Jake and Holt looked at each other awkwardly and shook their heads.
“You can be with us!” Hitchcock said happily. Everyone forgot he and Scully were still sitting in the back.
“Um, I’m good,” Amy said.
“Uh, yeah no,” Jake added. “Let the heist begin!” he said as he ran out of the room quickly to meet with his team.
“Charles, you guard the case from the viewing room. I guarantee that Holt will send Gina in there. Rosa, you know what you have to do,” Jake said as Rosa nodded and Charles took off.
Jake pulled out his phone and sent a quick text. Heist has begun. You know the drill. He pressed send and looked up to find Amy standing in front of him.
“Oh! Hey Ames, what’s up?” he asked.
She looked at him suspiciously. “Who were you just texting?”
“Me? Texting? Oh, just Charles. You know, making sure he made it to his post alright.” Jake shoved his phone in his pocket.
Amy squinted her eyes at him in question, but didn’t argue. “Listen, Jake, you really hurt my feelings back there.”
“I didn’t mean to, Ames. You know how important this is to me.”
“So you know I want to help, then! Let me help, Jake, we’ll be unstoppable! Just give me a chance.”
“Sorry Ames, but I can’t,” Jake said. His eyes shifted down. “Nice try, Captain, but I’m not going to fall for your games this time. Your little spy is not getting any information out of me.”
“Jake, why are you talking to my breasts?” Amy asked with a disgusted look on her face.
“Because you’re obviously wearing a wire,” he said in the most ridiculous way. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got paperwork to do,” Jake said as he turned around and sat down at his desk.
Meanwhile, Amy walked over to Captain Holt’s office and knocked on the door.
“Come in, Santiago,” Holt called. Sergeant Jeffords and I were just finishing up here.” He nodded to Terry who gave him an unsure look, but walked out of the room, having been dismissed.
Amy hovered in the doorway. She wanted Jake to hear how Holt would gladly use her help for the heist to stick it to him. “Captain Holt, I really want to make Jake pay for not choosing to have me on his team. I’m yours, do with me what you please,” she pleaded to Holt.
“—Title of your sex tape!” she heard Jake call from his desk.
“I’m sorry, Santiago, but I have no use for you this year. You’re too much of a risk, and I can’t have a late addition ruin everything. I will reign supreme,” Holt said.
“But Captain—” Amy tried to interject.
“You’re dismissed, Santiago,” Holt said with finality. He shut his door and walked over to his desk as Amy sulked to hers.
“She’s telling the truth, you know,” Albus said from his perch from the corner.
“Maybe that’s the case, but I’ve already planned every step precisely and nothing will go wrong,” Holt said.
“Be that as it may, Captain Holt. I know I am only a portrait of my former self, but I assure you I can sense when shenanigans are afoot.”
“What does Peralta have planned? Did you see anything while I was speaking with Jeffords?”
“No, no. I only sensed there may be an additional person in the precinct,” Albus said as his eyes looked above him.
“HA! I knew he’d enlist Cooper and Brown. He’s falling right into my trap.”
“Charles, you can keep trying to distract me, but you’ll never win. How’s it feel to be on the losing team,” Gina taunted him.
“Come on, Gina, I promise you won’t be disappointed this time!” Charles argued.
“No, Charles! I will not be set up on another blind date with a Boyle cousin. I respect myself too much,” Gina argued. “This body is a shrine and I have standards to uphold.”
Charles looked up and saw Rosa’s face appear in the window for a split second. That was his cue. “It’s not a Boyle cousin! It’s a recommendation from Genevieve. Here, Gina, look! I have a picture of him. Just let me find it,” he said as he dug into his pockets. He pulled the picture out and let it slip out of his hands, falling to the floor.
“Could you be any clumsier, Charles? GOD!” Gina exclaimed.
She looked down and saw that the picture was of a very attractive looking man. She bent over to pick the photograph up, and Charles used that moment to give the thumbs up. A split second later, decoy detonators were running rampant around the floor. This caused Gina to scream and jump up on the table as the figures were scurrying around making loud noises.
“Charles, do something! What are those things! They’re going to kill us! Charles!” Gina yelled dramatically.
While this diversion was taking place, Rosa was working swiftly to unlock the door to the interrogation room. When it didn’t work, she broke the glass on the window, and then somersaulted through, meeting Ron, who had apparated into the room. Rosa moved over to the briefcase and began cutting into the leather as Ron reached into his pocket and grabbed Peruvian Darkness Powder. He tossed it toward the window and it immediately exploded, covering the area in complete darkness. He used his wand to control the spread of the powder so it isolated itself in front of the window.
“We’ve got two minutes before this starts to weaken,” Ron told her.
“Got it,” Rosa said, the crown in her hands. She flipped over the briefcase and zipped her jacket, stuffing the crown inside. “We’re good,” she said gruffly. “Wait for phase two in the evidence room.”
Ron nodded as Rosa slipped out of the door. He waved his wand to repair the shattered glass, and flipped the briefcase over, repairing the hole Rosa cut as well. He noticed the powder starting to fade and apparated back to the evidence room.
Holt remained in his office, pretending to be nonplussed by the ongoing heist, and attempted to focus on his paperwork. Terry knocked on his door and came in.
“Hey, Captain, do you have any idea when I should tell Sharon to come in. The twins are almost done trick or treating, and I’m not sure she can hold them off much—” Holt cut Terry off with a raise of his hand.
“Shhh,” he said as he turned his radio up slightly to better hear Jake’s voice.
“Great! Now, all I have to do is sit here and guard this filing cabinet until midnight. Hello, victory!”
“Yeah, sure, whatever,” Rosa said indifferently as she walked away.
“Now, Terry, call her now. It is time,” Holt said.
“Uh, okay,” Terry said as he left Holt’s office.
Holt watched Terry go, and waited for his wife and kids to enter through the elevator to take his leave from the office.
“Hey, girls!” Holt heard Jake said happily as he slipped out onto the terrace.
He picked up his drill from the hiding spot and waited for Jake to be appropriately distracted. Stealthily, he moved towards the filing cabinet and unscrewed the back. Holt slipped the crown out, replaced the back and stood up to photobomb one of the shots before escaping into the breakroom.
Pretending to be interested in the snack table, he noticed Amy nod to the breakroom and Jake looked over and saw him alone. He quickly disposed of the crown in the garbage can, and grabbed a handful of cheese puffs. I knew I couldn’t trust Santiago, he thought to himself.
“Since when do you eat cheese puffs?” Jake asked as he strolled in.
“If you must know, Peralta, they are one of my—” Holt paused briefly, “guilty pleasures.”
“Maybe I’m rubbing off on you after all,” Jake said with a laugh. “Quick, let’s see how many we can fit in our mouths at one time!” he said.
“I’ll…pass,” Holt said.
“Wait a minute, if they’re your guilty pleasure, why aren’t you eating any?” Jake crossed his arms over his chest.
“I was going to enjoy them in my office,” Holt said quickly.
“A-huh, well after you, then,” Jake said, gesturing to the door.
Holt had no choice but to follow him out and return to his office as Jake returned to his desk, petting the filing cabinet as he sat down. Jake pretended to get back to work, but pulled out his phone and typed out a message. Pretty sure Holt took crown. In breakroom. Initiate phase two.
After he returned his phone to his pocket, he noticed Charles walking over to his desk. “Charles! What are you doing? You’re supposed to be guarding the crown!”
“I’m sorry, Jake! You know I’d never betray you,” Charles said quickly.
“Why do I sense there’s a but?” Jake asked suspiciously.
“Because there is one! Come on, Jake, I thought you were smarter than that,” Gina chimed in with a guffawed voice.
“Gina? Where’d you come from? Nevermind. Charles, why aren’t you watching the briefcase?” Jake asked again.
“Well, Jakey, Gina agreed to go on a date with Nadia! But I had to leave the briefcase unattended…”
“Charles!” Jake said as his hands reached up to pull his hair.
“Jake, you can stop the act. I know the crown was obviously taken from the briefcase.” Gina told him.
“What?” Jake tried to play it off like he had no idea what Gina was talking about, but his facial expression was traitorous. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t been to the interrogation room at all!”
“Drop the act, Jake. I’m Gina Linetti and I know everything. Did you really think that distraction worked? I knew exactly what you were doing. Don’t insult my intelligence.”
“What’s all this?” Captain Holt asked as he walked out of his office. “Last time I checked this is a precinct, not daytime television drama!”
“Sir, Gina is wrongfully accusing me of taking the crown!” Jake defended.
“I don’t see how that’s a problem, Peralta. Where’s the lie?” Holt asked, cocking an eyebrow.
Jake’s mouth gaped like a fish out of water before he dropped the act. “Okay, fine, we have it, but you’ll never find it!” he admitted with an air of superiority. His hand immediately went to lean on the filing cabinet, pretending it was still there.
Captain Holt let out an abrupt laugh. “In the top drawer of your filing cabinet? Please, Peralta, you’re playing like an amateur.”
“Would I really put the most beloved object of this life changing event in such a normal place?” Jake retorted.
“Why don’t you open the top drawer and let us all see.”
“Well, fine, if you must check…” Jake opened the top drawer, revealing an empty spot. Feigning shock, he looked up at Holt, then at everyone who was standing around. “Rosa! It’s gone. Where did it go? Tell me you borrowed it!”
Rosa had joined the circle now. “Why would I take it? That wasn’t part of the plan.”
“But then where did it go?” Jake looked at Holt. “There’s no way you could have stolen it. I’ve been at my desk the entire time.”
“Ah, yes, you’ve been here, but you allow yourself to be distracted far too easily, Peralta,” Holt said as he pulled out his phone.
After a few clicks of the touchscreen he held out the phone for Jake to see. Sharon had sent him the picture she’d taken of Jake and the kids, with Holt photobombing with the crown in the background.
“Dammit! I should have known you’d use Terry’s girls to distract me. Not cool, Captain, not cool.” Jake shook his head, before looking up. “But wait, you were in the breakroom right after that!” He looked at Charles and Rosa before continuing, “Holt stashed the crown in the breakroom!”
The group made their way over quickly, each team trying to beat the other in an attempt to regain possession of the crown. Jake stopped abruptly at the head of the pack, causing everyone to run into him and each other. “Wait!” he turned to Holt. “That means you lied to me about the cheese puffs! That hurts, Da—I mean, Captain. I thought we were bonding over junk food.”
“Peralta, do you really think I would consume that cancerous trash?” Holt asked loftily.
“Well, that sounds a bit harsh,” Jake said, but then shook his head. “Where is it?”
Holt walked over to the garbage can. “I had to stash it somewhere quickly so you wouldn’t see. So naturally, I placed it here,” he said, gesturing to the trash. “And now, I can retrieve it and keep it in my possession for the last hour. Looks like I have outsmarted you once more, Peral—” Holt cut off because as he lifted the lid off of the garbage can, he realized the crown was missing.
“What’s wrong?” Charles asked.
“It’s not there. It’s not there! Peralta, what’d you do with the crown? I know you took it!”
“How could I have taken it? I was at my desk the entire time after we both left. It’s not like I can use magic or anything,” Jake said with a laugh. He didn’t realize what had slipped out of his mouth until he saw the look on Charles’ face. “I mean, obviously, magic doesn’t exist, duh…”
“Peralta, you’re not fooling anyone! I know you’ve got Cooper and Brown lurking around the precinct somewhere, helping with your plan. Did you really think you could hide that from me?”
“What?! I don’t know what you’re talking a—”
“Peralta! Get them out here. Now.”
Jake let out a sigh. “Fine. How’d you know?”
He pulled out his phone and sent a quick message. Jig is up. Holt knows. Come back to the breakroom.
“How did I know? I practically gave you the idea to call them back! ‘You must miss your British friends. It’s a shame you can’t collaborate with them on anything else,’” Holt mimicked the words Jake remembered hearing more than once since the Gerteso case closed.
“Aw, man! You and your reverse psychology. Come on, Captain! Why do you always have to play the weird mind games?”
“Maybe you should put your detective skills to better use, and pick up on it, then,” Holt clapped back. “Ah, Brown! Cooper! So nice of you to join our heist. Though I’m sorry to say you’ve found yourself on the losing team.”
Harry and Ron both walked through the door and began exchanging greetings with everyone. “Wait, losing team? You just said yourself you didn’t know where the crown went!” Jake interrupted.
“And you seemed just as shocked as I was,” Holt commented.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Charles interjected. “Where is the crown? Who’s telling the truth?”
“Sergeant Jeffords?” Holt said, looking at Terry.
“Uh, sorry Captain, I got tied up with Sharon and the girls.” Terry shrugged.
“WHAT?!” Captain Holt shouted.
“Ha ha!” Jake pumped his fist in the air. “Looks like you’re going to lose after all, Captain! Nolan and Jason here did what Terry couldn’t. Better choose wiselier next time!”
“Er, Jake, we don’t have it either,” Ron admitted.
Jake’s premature celebrations were cut short. “What?”
“I snuck in to get it, but it was already gone,” Harry explained.
Jake’s furrowed brow quickly turned up and a smile plastered on his face. “Ah, I see what you’re doing. Very clever! Make them think we don’t have it. Don’t worry, Cooper, it’s hidden well enough so Holt we’ll never find it!”
“No, really, Jake. We don’t have it,” Ron’s face was completely serious.
“But then—” Jake looked at Holt. “Who took it?”
“Check the security tapes!” Rosa said.
“Yes, quickly, we don’t have a lot of time!” Holt said.
The group moved around to the computers that had the security footage on it while Holt slipped into his office quickly. He pretended to shuffle papers on his desk, his back to the door as he asked, “Did you see anyone enter the breakroom?”
Albus spoke slowly. “I did see someone enter, but the scuffle of your squad blocked most of my view.”
Holt shook his head. “I should have anticipated the layout of the precinct.”
“I am sorry I couldn’t be of more assistance. I did see Harry and Ronald try and retrieve the crown, and their look of concern when it wasn’t there, however.”
“Harry and—oh, you mean Jason and Nolan. My apologies, I do try to forget their true identities. I must pretend I do not know of their existence, or I risk getting Kingsley into a deal of trouble.”
“Captain Holt, they found some—” Harry walked into the room followed closely by Ron. “Who are you talking to?”
“No one. Didn’t your superiors teach you to knock when entering a room?” Holt said quickly.
“The door was open,” Ron said quickly. “What’s in the corner over there, Jason?”
“Nothing that pertains to you,” Holt said.
“It’s a disillusionment charm. Is someone there? Kingsley? Jake said you might enlist his help,” Ron said suspiciously.
“Now, now, boys, I can assure you I am not Minister Shacklebolt, but he did answer Captain Holt’s request for assistance,” came Dumbledore’s voice from the invisible spot in the corner.
“Professor Dumbledore?!” both boys gasped.
“Only in portrait form. You’ll never believe the lengths Kingsley had to go to in order to get Minerva to oblige. It’s been a nice vacation.”
Ron broke out into laughter. “Well played, Captain Holt. It’s a shame Jake can’t know.”
“Yes, well, I’m sure your reunion can continue later, but did you not say evidence has been uncovered?”
“Oh, yeah, let’s go,” Ron said as Harry and Holt followed.
“What janitor was on tonight?” Rosa asked.
“Should we check the dumpsters?” Charles suggested.
“What is this?” Captain Holt cut in.
“A janitor emptied the trash shortly after you put the crown there! Look, there’s a name tag.” Jake pointed to the screen.
“It says ‘Al’,” Harry pointed out.
“Does anyone know an Al?” Captain Holt asked to a sea of shaking heads.
“Someone has to know..” Charles thought out loud.
“The late night cleaner shift would have ended fifteen minutes ago,” Terry reminded them. “So Al’s not even here.”
“How are we supposed to find him, then?” Gina asked.
“Where’s the directory?” Holt said, looking at Gina.
“That? I threw it out.” Gina said unapologetically.
“Gina—” Terry was about to scold her for not holding onto important documents.
“Wait a minute,” Rosa cut in, “Who sends Christmas cards to everyone in the office?”
“Amy!” Jake said, immediately moving over to her desk. “A ha!” His finger skimmed the list of names and addresses. He secretly loved her organizational skills and knack for keeping things orderly. “Here it is!”
“How much time do we have?” Holt asked.
“Thirty minutes,” Charles said, checking his watch.
“His apartment’s only seven blocks away, we can make it!” Jake said.
He froze briefly as he and Captain Holt both stared at each other. In a split second, they were both running for the elevator, followed by the other members of their teams. The group of eight ran the entire distance to the janitor’s apartment and quickly entered the building.
“The elevator’s broken!” Charles exclaimed as Jake was gasping for air, incredibly out of breath.
“How many…floors?” he asked between breaths.
“Seventeen,” Rosa said with an eye roll.
Holt and Jake shared another brief look before the race continued up seventeen flights of stairs. The rest of the teams followed closely behind. By the time they reached the seventeenth floor, Jake checked his watch.
“Ha! Ten minutes to spare. My lungs are on fire.” Jake said as he knocked on Al’s apartment door.
A woman answered, looking rather annoyed.
“Hello, Ma’am,” Captain Holt said, cutting Jake’s greeting off. “Does Al live here? May we speak to him?”
“It’s really important. Will only take a second,” Jake added as the rest of the group was appearing now.
“He’s not here,” the woman said. “He went up to the roof.”
“What?” Jake asked, now leaning against the door jamb.
“Sorry. If you want to talk to him, you’ll have to go up there.” The woman shut the door in their faces.
“That’s another fourteen flights of stairs,” Holt said.
“I’m pretty sure I’m gonna die,” Jake said dramatically.
“Good, you stay here and recover and I’ll go speak to Al,” Holt said as he started back towards the stairs.
“Not a chance!” Jake said, rallying his energy.
Eight minutes later, Jake and Holt burst through the door to the rooftop. “I…did it….was here….first!” Jake managed to say before he retched to the side.
He was able to make it a few more paces as Holt called for Al. Jake threw up a second time as they looked around.
“There’s no Al here,” came a voice. Someone in the same janitor’s outfit appeared from behind a corner.
“Ah, no! Ames, what are you doing?” Jake asked, clearly surprised.
“I’m here to tell you that neither of you won the heist this year.”
“Wait, what?” Rosa called as the rest of the group appeared through the doorway and came up behind Holt and Jake.
“This is preposterous! You don’t have the crown. Al does. Where is he?”
“It was me all along,” Amy said triumphantly.
“What do you mean?” Jake asked.
“Did you really think I wasn’t expecting the two of you to cast me off to the side this year? I used that to my advantage to take you both down.”
“What do you—” Jake started to say.
“For the past three months I made sure to drop hints of how much Captain Holt’s approval means to me whenever you’d bring up the heist,” she said to Jake, but quickly acknowledged Holt. “Which I do, by the way!”
Jake rolled his eyes. “That’s no different than normal. So what?”
“And I’d also manage to slip in a few words to Captain Holt about how well our relationship is going, so he’d think I’m more loyal to you,” Amy said as she nodded to Jake.
“But…you are, aren’t you?” Jake asked.
“Really? You’re asking me that when you wouldn’t even divulge any details of your plans?”
“And you wonder why I said I couldn’t trust you,” Jake mumbled.
“Can someone please explain what’s going on?” Terry cut in.
“I’m getting there, Sarge,” Amy said as she looked over to the rest of the group. “Oh, hey Nolan. Hey, Jason. I knew you’d call them in,” she said to Jake.
“No you didn’t,” Jake protested.
“Really? Then care to explain why else you’d wake up early in the morning and I’d hear you giggling at text message conversations? Did you really think I had no idea you’d included them in the whole thing? Honestly, it’s a little insulting. And how did you two get away from your wives for the day?” Amy asked.
Harry and Ron both looked guilty. “Er, we told them we were on a mission,” Ron said.
“…And you really think we believed that?” Hermione walked out from the same area Amy was hiding, followed by a second person.
Ron and Harry were white as a sheet. “Oh yeah, I called your wives in. Turns out Charlotte and Nolan are married, they just didn’t want us to know. And this is Lucy, Jason’s wife. Charlotte suggested she join our team.
“It’s about time I got to meet you all,” Ginny said with a genuine smile on her face. “It’s a shame, really, Jason. I could have been such a vital part of your team, but I guess you haven’t bothered to tell your American friends about me, have you?”
“It was a mission before. We don’t talk personal on missions,” Harry said through gritted teeth, worried she was going to give something away. Ginny shot him a look that said, ‘I’m not stupid, so bugger off.’
“Guys, come on, it’s late. Heists are dumb, anyways. Can we wrap this up?” Terry complained.
“Yes, I am quite interested in how Santiago pulled this off,” Holt chimed in.
“Right,” Amy said. “You’ve already heard the first part of my plan, which was to get both of you to not trust me for your teams. Once I knew Jake was bringing in Jason and Nolan, I recruited Charlotte and Lucy. Charlotte was staking out the opposite end of the hallway by the interrogation room and was keeping me updated on Jake’s plan, since we all know he has to make a move first..at least for the heists, anyways. But it was when I was playing the ‘hurt’ card and talking to Jake when I noticed Captain Holt was speaking at his desk, so I asked Lucy to investigate.”
“I crawled through the air ducts to find out what was going on. Turns out Holt had an extra spy of his own,” Ginny explained.
“I knew you’d call King!” Jake exclaimed.
“It wasn’t King. He used King’s connections to get a very important device to help spy on us. One that could see, hear, and talk to, but no one else could see.” Amy was being careful not to give the identity of the magic portrait away. She knew it was Dumbledore’s portrait, but Holt, Terry and Gina couldn’t know.
“No!” Jake shouted. He looked at Harry and Ron, who nodded. He’d sent them into Holt’s office to figure out who he was consulting, and they managed to slip him a text, telling him who it was. “Okay, Captain. I have to admit, that was a solid idea.”
“Thank you,” Holt said as he nodded.
“Anyways, Lucy also heard about Holt’s plan when he told Terry how he was going to steal the crown from your cabinet. You actually made it quite easy for me to get to it,” Amy commented.
“So you dressed up as Al and emptied the garbage,” Jake finished.
“Exactly. I knew you’d watch the security footage and use my address book to find Al’s address. Luckily, his wife was willing to play along in our charade. I did have more planned for Charlotte and Lucy, but you just made it too easy for us, so we’ve been celebrating our victory instead.”
“But then where is the crown now?” Holt asked.
“At Shaw’s, where my inauguration as ‘amazing detective/genius’ will be held,” Amy answered.
“Man, Ames, I love you. I’m impressed,” Jake said. It took him a moment to realize what he’d said.
“You—you do?” Amy asked, looking at him with wide eyes.
“What?” Jake asked, still not fully understanding what just happened.
Charles was squealing like a little girl in the background. “Jake just told Amy he loved her!”
“Oh, yeah, I guess I did,” Jake said with an awkward laugh.
“Did you mean it?” Amy asked.
“I—yeah, I did,” Jake admitted.
It wasn’t his intention to tell her how he felt in front of the entire precinct as well as his wizard friends, but it was too late now. Amy’s face broke into a sweet smile and it looked like she was trying not to cry. “Aw, I love you too, Jake.”
He walked over and kissed her as everyone whooped and cheered. When he broke apart, she looked him squarely in the eyes. “Don’t think for a second I’m giving you that crown,” she said fiercely.
Everyone laughed. “I wouldn’t dream of it. You won, fair and square. Could you carry me down to the first floor, though? I don’t think my legs can walk back down thirty one flights of stairs.”
Amy, Charlotte and Lucy all laughed. “What’s so funny?” Ron asked.
“I forgot to tell you. The elevator isn’t broken! We just put a sign up to make you take the stairs. We knew it’d buy us enough time until midnight,” Amy said with a triumphant smile on her face.
“My girlfriend’s evil and I love it,” Jake said.
“Can we get to Shaw’s now?” Rosa asked, trying to push things along.
“To Shaw’s!” Jake agreed, as they all made their way to the elevator.
“All hail the crown of destiny!” Jake said as he placed the crown on Amy’s head. “And she who wears it. Amy Santiago, the—”
“Queen!” Amy interjected.
“—Queen of the 99,” Jake finished.
“And?” Amy asked, waiting patiently.
Holt and Jake both inhaled before saying, “Amy Santiago is an amazing detective/genius.”
Everyone clapped and enjoyed their drinks. Ron leaned over to Hermione and said, “So, how much trouble are we in for lying?”
“I think we can let it slide, considering we won,” Hermione said as she nodded to Ginny.
“Er, Lucy, where are the kids?” Harry asked.
“Bill and Fleur have them,” Ginny said, “And George and Angelina took Rose and Hugo.”
Harry and Ron nodded as Ron changed the subject, satisfied the kids were in good hands. Not that he’d have anything to worry about with his family on standby. “Nice of them to include us in this, yeah?”
“Yes, it’s nice to see them again. Though, we shouldn’t make this regular. We’re already pushing it with how much they know,” Hermione chided.
“You’re probably right. It’s a shame Dumbledore can’t join us,” Harry said.
“Oh, yeah, have Holt walk right in with his portrait. Wouldn’t that be a sight!” Ron sniggered.
“I already messaged Kingsley, telling him we knew about his involvement, and he’s free to pick the portrait up,” Harry said.
“I can’t believe McGonagall even agreed to it!” Ginny added.
The conversation shifted as members from the squad came over and joined them. It was a happy reunion of the two teams, even knowing they couldn’t make a habit of it. The trio resolved to enjoy the night before returning back to England in the morning as they sipped on their drinks. Jake was filling Ginny in on the things Harry neglected to tell her about their time in New York City a few months back, including the infamous precinct chant. As if on cue, Ginny got to witness the chant firsthand.
Now that my Round 1 story has been posted to FFN, here is the story I wrote for The House Cup Competition!
My Prompts were:
[Character] Minerva McGonagall
[Event] A commemorative ball honoring those lost in the war
Here’s the link to the story on FFN if you’d like to leave a review!
Minerva looked around the Great Hall, inspecting the decorations and making sure they were not too frilly. This was not a ball meant for frivolity and merriment. No, this was to be a solemn event. The look was clean and inviting. White linens adorned the tables, and the silver cutlery stood out as it gleamed in the soft glow of the candlelight. Four brilliant House banners hung proudly behind the head table, flanking either side of the Ministry of Magic banner that hung in the center. The night sky that shone from the enchanted ceiling was clear, with the stars twinkling down.
She nodded curtly to herself, satisfied that everything met her expectations. Today marked one year since the Battle of Hogwarts, and was proving to be a very emotional day. When the Minister of Magic approached her some three months ago, the Headmistress was insistent that the commemorative Anniversary Ball take place at Hogwarts. She remembered the conversation vividly.
“With all due respect, Minerva, I’m not so sure that’s a good idea,” Kingsley said to her.
“I can’t imagine why not!” she contested. “What better way to honor those who lost their lives than hosting such an event on the grounds where the battle took place?”
“The Ministry is more than capable of hosting the event. I did not come here to contest the location of the ball,” the Minister said sternly.
“And I am merely suggesting that Hogwarts would be a better place to host the event. Or did you forget so quickly how many students and professors here aided in the battle? If this is to be a ball to acknowledge the anniversary of the end of the war, and honor those who gave their lives for the magical world, then it should be here,” Minerva pressed.
“You make a convincing argument, however—”
“Do you really think it’s prudent otherwise?” she asked, cutting him off. “You came here to ask my permission to invite those who were involved in the Battle of Hogwarts to attend the Anniversary Ball, did you not?”
“So, you’d rather the castle be left unguarded as you invite the vast majority of our staff? And what about those students who participated? Under normal circumstances they are not to leave the castle, save for Hogsmeade weekends. Do you truly expect Miss Granger, Miss Weasley, Miss Lovegood and countless others to simply stay here?” Minerva paused briefly to allow her words to sink in, as any veteran teacher would do. “And what about those students who lost family members in the war? Should they be forced to decline their invitation because they are in school?”
Kingsley held up a hand. “You have made a strong case for your argument. I’m listening.”
“Surely the Ministry would be able to provide security if we were to host the ball here. Any students who do not receive an invitation will be expected to remain in their common rooms and dorms for the evening. I will ensure the proper punishments are given to any students who attempt to break the rules.”
Kingsley nodded slowly. “That would simplify matters of transportation, but what of those attending from outside Hogwarts?”
“We are fully capable of allowing guests in the castle for one evening, including the Creevey family and any other families of our lost Muggleborn students. They may apparate into Hogsmeade, and Hagrid will arrange for the carriages to bring guests up to the castle. I assume they’ll need to present their invitation for entry?”
“Naturally.” Kingsley still looked pensive. “You don’t think it will be too difficult for those who fought to return?”
“Of course it will be difficult,” McGonagall said, her eyes misting ever so slightly as she held her head high, “but necessary, I think. It will be a statement. We will show the whole of Britain that we cannot be broken. That we persevered and rebuilt these walls so that Hogwarts could remain a safe and reputable school for Witchcraft and Wizardry.”
“Then it’s settled. The Anniversary Ball will be held at Hogwarts.”
Minerva heard someone clear their throat in the distance, bringing her back to the present. “Headmistress, I’m sorry to interrupt, but the guests are beginning to arrive,” one of the guards called to her from the large oak doors.
Minerva’s eyes swept past the large room once more. The round tables were set immaculately for the arriving guests and the Head table set for the Minister, herself, and the rest of the staff. It was Kingsley’s original intention to have Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger also at the forefront. Minerva chuckled to herself at the recollection of how that went over. She could have told the Minister that Mr. Potter would want nothing to do with that arrangement, and naturally, she was correct. Some things would truly never change, she thought, as the tiniest of smiles crossed her thin lips.
Turning on her heel, Minerva made her way over to Kingsley by the Entrance Hall as the guests began filing in. She made sure to position herself so she could keep an eye on the students who would no doubt be entering soon from within the castle. The Heads of Houses were tasked with ensuring only those with an invitation were permitted to enter the Great Hall, but she could never be too sure.
Pleasantries were exchanged as she welcomed so many familiar faces. Minerva remained stoic even as her heart ached for the Creevey family, and Andromeda Tonks, who carried little Teddy in her arms. Infants were not typically invited to such an event, yet Kingsley had deemed it important for Tonks and Lupin’s son to be there.
Had the event’s mood not been determined by the nature of honor and remembrance, it would have felt more like a reunion of friends. She watched as the Patil twins walked by, followed shortly after by Neville Longbottom and his grandmother. Minerva nodded to the group of recent Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw graduates, who had no doubt chosen to stick together.
The official start of the Anniversary Ball was inching nearer and nearer, but there were several faces she’d not yet seen. It was a relief when, no sooner had she thought of the red headed clan, they disembarked out of two carriages at the end of the lane, with one dark haired young man in tow.
“Ah, there they are,” Kingsley said quietly beside her.
“Did you truly think they wouldn’t show?” Minerva asked him.
“Not at all, Minerva. Though, I will not feign ignorance over Harry’s apprehension of the whole ordeal.”
“He never was one for attention,” she agreed.
Her mind flitted back to memories of Harry’s time at Hogwarts. In retrospect, she understood that all of Harry’s adventures and knack for troublemaking were never entirely his fault. It always came back to Voldemort, and she knew now that Harry was the only one who could have done what he did. Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger always had a choice, and they were loyal to him to a fault.
Minerva looked on as Kingsley shook hands with each Weasley, and she greeted them with a brief nod and pleasantries. Everyone had gone through an enormous amount over the past year, but this family had overcome so much. Even with the loss of Fred, they’d managed to put their family back together, and had each other to lean on as all the emotional and physical scars healed.
As the final group made their way into the Entrance Hall, she noticed Harry linger behind with Ron at his side. “Minister, may I have a word?” she heard him ask.
“Of course, Harry. What is it?” Kingsley asked him.
“I know I said I didn’t want to speak tonight, but after thinking about it, there is something I’d like to say,” Harry told him.
Kingsley looked surprised at Harry’s change of opinion. “I’m sure we can work that into the schedule of events, can’t we, Minerva?”
“Yes, of course,” she agreed. Minerva looked over at the young man, ensuring it was something he truly wanted to do.
“I was thinking I could go just before the dancing starts,” Harry suggested. He’d clearly thought about this. When neither she nor Kingsley answered right away, Harry continued awkwardly, “Er, there will be dancing, I assume? This is a ball, right?”
Minerva couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped her lips at his bluntness while Kingsley beamed. “Yes, Mr. Potter, there will be dancing. I will work in a moment for you to address tonight’s guests as dinner concludes.”
“Thank you, Prof—er, Headmistress.”
“Professor McGonagall is just fine, Mr. Potter. Now, I believe there are two young ladies waiting inside for the two of you,” she said as she smiled knowingly.
She glanced back at Miss Weasley and Ms. Granger, who were standing just across the hall, as the boys took off to collect their dates. Turning to Kingsley, Minerva asked, “Shall we get started, then?” Kingsley nodded and gestured for her to begin making her way into the Great Hall.
Everyone seemed to have settled at the various tables that had been laid out for the evening. She noticed many quiet conversations as the string quartet played quietly in the background. Minerva’s dress robes swished regally across the floor as she made her way to the head table, closely followed by Kingsley. Anyone who had not previously sat down now made their way to their seats.
Minerva approached the podium in the center of the raised platform to give the opening remarks. The hush of voices immediately quieted as she looked up. She smiled inwardly, pleased with how well she could command attention of a room.
“Good evening, everyone,” she began. “Thank you for joining us on the anniversary of such an important day in our history. It is hard to believe that only one year ago we prevailed in the fight for wizardkind. We would not be here today without the efforts from so many of you, and from the sacrifices those close to us have made.
“I understand how difficult it may be to sit here in this hall, the very same where we subsequently counted our fallen and witnessed Voldemort’s demise. It was my hope to help you find peace in returning here when I appealed to the Minister to host the Anniversary Ball at Hogwarts. To show those who still defy our world that we are strong, and that we will not fall to their evil beliefs. It is because of each and every one of you in this room, and even those who are with us in spirit, that we find ourselves in a time of peace for the first time in many years.”
Minerva took a deep breath before continuing. “We are here tonight for many reasons. To reminisce, to celebrate, and most of all, to remember those we lost because of one man’s dreadful hate. While we cannot bring those that we lost back, we can certainly honor them and tell their stories. With that said, I am pleased to announce an endeavor I have been working on for the better part of the year.”
Taking her wand out of her robes, Minerva waved it around and portraits of the fallen appeared on the walls of the Great Hall. She listened as everyone in attendance had gasped in awe. Many had broken out in what she knew to be appreciative tears as the smiling faces of those they’d lost a year ago were looking down on them.
After the crowd quieted down, the Headmistress continued. “I’d like to thank all of those involved in making these portraits a reality. It is the least we could do here at Hogwarts to honor their memory. Following the Anniversary Ball, the portraits will be moved to the corridor on the third floor, where they will reside for present and future Hogwarts students to see and interact with.”
Applause broke out at her words, and Minerva smiled graciously at the gesture. When she deemed the applause enough, she held up her hands in a similar fashion as her predecessor. Satisfied that everyone was listening again, she finished her speech.
“As I’ve mentioned before, I hope you are all able to find enjoyment and peace this evening. The feast will begin momentarily, and we will have a few more speakers after we eat. We will end the evening with dancing. Thank you.” Minerva turned to take her seat as applause erupted once more and meals magically appeared on everyone’s plates.
Minerva tucked into her own meal as she quietly began conversing with Kingsley and the other staff members around her. Kingsley expressed his shock and gratitude for the portraits to her, as the other staff members commented on how the reveal was perfectly executed. Her eyes drifted around the room, ensuring that everyone was satisfied and able to enjoy their time. She felt an immense amount of relief when Kingsley congratulated her on a job well done with the planning efforts for the event. Everything seemed to go off without a hitch.
When the plates were cleared after pudding had been served, Kingsley made his way up to the podium and addressed the crowd. His words were the perfect mixture of formal and uplifting. Like Minerva, he thanked everyone for agreeing to attend despite knowing how challenging it may have been.
“At this time, I would like to welcome one more speaker up to the podium. Without this young man, we would not be here this evening.” Minerva watched as Kingsley nodded to Harry who stood and made his way to the front of the room.
Minerva gave Harry her rapt attention as he spoke. “Er, hi everyone,” he began. “I—” she watched as Harry paused and scratched his head before continuing. “ I wasn’t planning on speaking this evening, but I did think of a couple things I wanted to say.”
Minerva shook her head. Remind me to speak with the other staff members about incorporating more public speaking into our curriculum, she thought to herself. After making her mental note, she refocused on Harry’s words.
“I know how hard it is to be here. I, er, almost didn’t want to attend myself. I’m glad I did, though. Thank you, Professor McGonagall, for making the portraits happen. It’s really great to see all of their faces again, and I know many future students will appreciate being able to see their loved ones.” Minerva knew Harry was speaking particularly of little Teddy.
“Anyways, er, what I wanted to say is, I know we’re here to remember and honor those we lost. And though it seems like that would make this more of a depressing event, I think about the ones I was close to, and what they would think. Fred, Remus, Tonks, Colin, Lavender, even Professor Snape…” Harry paused between each name, allowing them to sink in.
“They wouldn’t want us wallowing over their deaths anymore. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is, let’s enjoy the evening by having fun and celebrating a magical world no longer living in fear. It’s what they would have wanted. Well, except maybe Professor Snape, he never was one for fun.” His audience was quiet, save for a few chuckles, when someone broke the silence.
“Hear, hear!” came a shout from Fred’s portrait.
The attendees were silent for a moment before breaking out in applause and laughter. As Harry’s speech concluded, Minerva didn’t bother to hide the tears that had gathered in her eyes. That young man standing in front of her had risked so much, and lost much more for wizardkind. Her heart swelled with pride, and she thanked Merlin for this moment right here, where so many former and current students were gathered, all who fought bravely in the war.
She raised her wand and cast Sonorous on her throat in order to be heard above the applause. “Let the celebration commence!” she said happily before casting the counter spell. Right on cue, the music began with an upbeat melody as guests made their way to the dance floor.
All in all, Minerva couldn’t be happier with how the event turned out. The mood had shifted from mournful to hopeful as the night carried on. The Anniversary Ball had truly become a special event that was able to offer another form of closure to families. Minerva was honored to be part of planning such an event that would set the precedent of anniversaries for years to come.
#hp post war #minerva mcgonagall #the fallen fifty #harry potter post war #implied romione and hinny #because I just can't help myself
hello! I hope you’re doing great! I was thinking about a prompt and thought of Ron and Hermione not necessarily alone listening to a love song which makes them realize they are in love and say sod it and make a move. It’s okay if you had other things in mind, thank you! Have a nice day :)
Hi anon! Thank you! I hope you are also well. So, I wrote this multi chap a while back called The Mix Tape Mishap which definitely has to do with them them listening to songs (modern music) and using it to help them get their s**t together. I know it’s not exactly as you asked, and it’s kind of a crack!fic that I wrote for myself, but I hope it works and you enjoy it!
Summary: Ron meets with Professor McGonagall for his 5th year Career Advice Meeting. No pairing, but I won’t deny that Romione is 100% implied.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Weasley. Please have a seat,” Professor McGonagall said as Ron entered the room.
He wasn’t sure what to expect. The twins weren’t entirely helpful when they saw the bulletin for the career advice meetings, and each student was scheduled sporadically. His was consequently one of the first. So much for relying on alphabetical order, he thought as he took a seat.
“Now as you know, we hold these meetings before students take their O.W.L. exams to give them an idea of what courses they’ll need to achieve high marks in to pursue their career of choice. Have you given any thought to what may interest you after you complete your Hogwarts education?” Minerva asked.
Ron felt his ears grow hot at the professor’s question. He knew what he wanted to say, but hesitated, doubting she’d react positively. His grades were mediocre, and he wasn’t exceptional in any particular subject, but he was consistent in his classes across the spectrum.
“Well, Mr. Weasley? I don’t mean to rush you, but we don’t have a lot of time,” Professor McGonagall pressed.
“I, er–I’ve given a bit of thought to being an Auror,” Ron admitted finally.
He stared at the biscuit tin on his Head of House’s desk in an attempt to avoid seeing her reaction. After a few seconds had passed, he glanced up at McGonagall briefly to see what was taking her so long to answer. She was watching him with her piercing gaze, no doubt thinking of a way to let him down gently. Somehow, he knew his aspirations were too good to be true.
Eventually, he saw her nod ever so briefly as she picked up a pile of brochures. She pulled one out and opened it. Her eyes flitted quickly across the tri-fold. “To pursue a career as an Auror will take significant effort. You will need top grades in all of your classes. Entering the training program alone requires five N.E.W.T.’s, and nothing under ‘Exceeds Expectations’ will permit you into the training program.”
“What are the courses?” Ron asked, finally looking up.
He was surprised that Professor McGonagall was explaining the material. Of course the Aurors wouldn’t be an easy option, but there wasn’t anything else that Ron could see himself doing. If he was being honest, all these years at Harry’s side as he fought off Voldemort had given him an interest in keeping the magical world safe. Especially now that he knew Voldemort was back.
“Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, and Herbology. I will have you know that I do not accept anyone into my N.E.W.T. courses with marks less than “Exceeds Expectations,’ on their Transfiguration O.W.L.’s. And Professor Snape only accepts those who receive ‘Outstanding’ on their Potions O.W.L.
“Maybe I should find something else, then,” Ron said as he immediately slumped in his chair.
If he studied twice as hard, he could probably achieve the appropriate Transfiguration marks. But Potions? There was no way he’d be able to achieve an Outstanding!
“Mr. Weasley, do not count yourself out so quickly,” Professor McGonagall said, surprising him. “According to Professors Flitwick and Sprout, your Charms and Herbology marks are ‘Acceptable’ and ‘Exceeds Expectations,’ and your Defense Against the Dark Arts marks are also satisfactory. If you put in the extra revisions, you will surely be able to follow this path.”
Ron looked up surprisingly at her words, but still didn’t believe them to be true. “There’s no way I’ll be able to achieve an O in Potions, though” he said, eyeing the other pamphlets on her desk as he began having second thoughts about his choice.
“Mr. Weasley, if I may—” Professor McGonagall started, “you are highly capable of achieving anything you set your mind to. All of the professors have noted your promise, and it is my personal opinion that the only thing lacking is a bit of self confidence and positivity. You’ve been named Prefect of your year, as well as Keeper on the Quidditch team, and despite the extra responsibilities, you are still able to keep up on your schoolwork. Managing all that you are involved in is not an easy task.”
He was surprised to hear her mention his extracurriculars. He always assumed being named Prefect was a mistake, and therefore didn’t take much stock in the badge and his duties. “Er, right, about that. Why did you choose me for Prefect, anyways?” The question slipped out before he could stop it.
McGonagall looked a bit taken aback. “Why would I not choose you?” she asked rhetorically. “You are dependable, your grades are up to snuff, and you have a strong moral compass when it comes to right and wrong with a level head on your shoulders. Might I add you do well to help keep Ms. Granger grounded.” She paused for a moment. “It also does not hurt that you are the only person in your class that is not afraid to go toe-to-toe when it is necessary. Mind you that is not the reason for which you were chosen, but simply an added bonus,” McGonagall finished with a knowing look.
Ron gave her a weak smile. So it wasn’t a fluke after all. He had been chosen for Prefect purposely. He was beginning to think that maybe he could be an Auror. It wasn’t like McGonagall laughed at his career suggestion. Plus, she was still going over the qualifications. Surely, that had to mean something!
“Now, back to the matter at hand. The Aurors are incredibly selective in who they choose to take on in the program. There have not been any new recruits in recent years. Not only that, but the training requires three more years following your time at Hogwarts, so your commitment to the program will be of utmost importance.”
Ron nodded at her words. Yeah, it was going to prove a lot of work, but the more she talked, the more Ron felt that this was meant to be his calling. He could do this, or at least he could try.
Once his meeting concluded, he thanked Professor McGonagall, and left with a renewed sense of not feeling as hopeless of a Hogwarts student and wizard. Sure, he wasn’t brilliant like Hermione, but maybe he did have his own strengths after all. He certainly felt better now that he had a direction to take his studies, and perhaps he could write off History of Magic and Divination once and for all. No more Binns or Trelawney after this year! Ron thought as made his way back to the Gryffindor common room.
31. What outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? hmm that is a very good question! lol I have these strappy wedge sandals that I absolutely love! I rarely wear heels despite being short, so any time I wear those (no matter what I pair them with) I feel like I can take on anything!
58. Four talents you’re proud of having?
I’m a professional classical musician (flute). I wish I played more than I have time for
My writing - which apparently I’m learning I do really quickly..ha
I am apparently ‘lucky’ as my husband calls me. By which I mean, when we play miniature golf/put put, I tend to make the most ridiculous shots and get holes in 1, and if you don’t see it, you honestly wouldn’t believe it (I’m a big believer in, ‘eh, I’ll just hit this ball and whatever happens, happens)
7. Earbuds or Headphones? Earbuds for sure! Though in small doses :)
55. Favorite Fairy Tale? Oof, that’s a hard one! If my mind goes to Disney, it’s a toss up between Rapunzel and Beauty and the Beast!
64. Favorite Website from your childhood? Okay, so not so much childhood as pre-teen years because that’s what I can remember. But Ebaums World was where we would go for all the stupid funny videos and pictures! And instant messenger (AIM), but I think that was more a program than a website!
Lily’s hand brushed James’ as they walked down the lane where James lived. A shiver ran up her spine at the light contact and left her wanting more. Something had changed since the end of term and the first month of summer holidays.
Throughout the month of July they exchanged regular letters, so often that the first thing Lily would do was check the window for his owl every morning. It was almost as though Lily had become dependent on the routine. Her stomach would flip flop with excitement when she heard the familiar tap on the window from his tawny brown owl at her window, and on the days there was no letter, her heart would sink into her stomach in disappointment.
For some reason she still didn’t understand what was happening. She told herself she wouldn’t fall for his witty charm, and his damning good looks. The way his black hair had that perpetual bedhead look, and his brown eyes always looked as though he could see right through her. Not to mention how fit he was from Quidditch training. And let’s not forget the mischievous grin he’d been flashing at her since they met first year.
Thinking about his smile led to thinking about his lips. How would they feel against her own? “Stop it,” she whispered harshly under her breath. Her mind was desperate to win the war against her heart.
James pulled his hand away when she accidentally spoke. Shit, Lily thought. “Did I do something wrong?” James asked with a confused look on his face.
“No, sorry. Was just thinking,” she tried to explain, hoping that would suffice.
“About what?” Of course it didn’t, but then again she wasn’t surprised.
“Nothing,” Lily said quickly. She could tell he wanted to press her further, and was surprised when he didn’t.
Maybe accepting his invitation to join him for a night out was a mistake. Was it a date? Wasn’t it? Lily kept flip flopping back and forth. One moment she wanted it to be, but then the next moment she criticized herself for letting her feelings get the better of her.
This is James we’re talking about. The guy who thinks he’s better than everyone, she thought. But that wasn’t entirely true. She was starting to realize through his letters that it was more an act than anything else. He really wasn’t as self-centered as he let on. In reality he was actually kind hearted and incredibly loyal to his friends, and that loyalty extended to her.
Lily knew she’d been too wrapped up in her own determination to hate him than to allow herself to see it. If she thought back, she knew his true colors were revealed when Sev called her that awful word towards the end of fifth year. After he’d defended her, she started to let him in; she gave him a chance, and he continued to prove himself over and over.
And now here she was, sauntering down the streets of Ipswich after sharing a meal with James Potter in a muggle restaurant, left wondering about the state of the evening. Lily was fairly certain they were nearing his family’s home, which meant the night out was probably going to end soon. They’d say their goodbyes, she’d apparate home, and be none the wiser on the state of their relationship.
The sound of his voice pulled her out of her thoughts. “This is me,” he said, gesturing to his house. They stood there awkwardly for a moment before he spoke again. “We could go sit in the garden if you wanted, or you could apparate home, too. I’ve probably exceeded my allotment of your time and patience,” he said with a laugh.
“The garden is fine,” Lily said indifferently.
He led her to the back of the house where they settled on a bench that was toward the back of the property. The lights from the house cast a dim shadow on the yard, but it was still fairly dark where they were.
“I have to admit, Evans, I’m surprised you haven’t left yet,” James said with a chuckle.
“Why do you say that?” she asked him.
“When have you ever spent this much time with me? Willingly, that is,” he clarified.
“I studied with you quite a bit during sixth year,” she countered.
“Yeah, but that wasn’t alone,” James reasoned.
“Well, you could have invited them tonight,” Lily said, referring to Sirius, Remus and Peter. Definitely not a date if he’s bringing up his friends, she decided.
“Did you want me to?” he asked as he turned to look at her. There was that piercing gaze again.
“No,” she answered honestly. She saw the hint of a smile creep across his lips. “Did you?”
“What do you think?” James asked sarcastically.
“If I knew, I wouldn’t be asking, would I?” she retorted. She sighed in relief as their banter returned.
“Well, if I remember the invitation I extended in that letter, I believe it read something like, ‘How about we get together and grab a bite?’ I like to think that implied it was just the two of us,” he said.
Lily snorted. “Oh, yes because that screamed ‘just the two of us,’ Potter. Honestly, could you have been any less romantic?”
Lily froze at the realization of what slipped out of her mouth. Maybe I didn’t actually just say that out loud, she thought, willing it to be true. But James’ face said it all.
“Are you looking for romance, Evans?” he asked, with a twinkle in his eye.
She was thankful it was dark, so he couldn’t see the blush she knew was plastered on her face. “That depends. Was this meant to be a date or not?” Lily was satisfied in her attempt to deflect and avoid his question.
His hand inched closer to her own. She could feel the heat of his skin against her own. “Do you hear yourself, Evans?” James let out a laugh. “Asking me if this is a date or not, after I’ve been asking you out regularly for the past two years. Of course it’s a date! I hope you didn’t accept under any false pretenses.”
“Considering you didn’t explicitly say it was a date in the letter, I could argue you did,” she said with a lofty smile. “I can’t say it feels like any other dates I’ve been on, though. I thought your dating game would be a bit stronger, Potter,” she teased.
He raised an eyebrow at her comments. “Yeah? How so?”
“Well, every other date I’ve had has at least held my hand,” she said first.
“Like this?” James asked as his hand slipped under hers, his fingers intertwining with her own.
Lily nodded. Feeling her hand in his gave her the courage to lean in a bit closer. She knew she was testing fate, and perhaps going against everything her mind had been trying to resist, but she didn’t care. She wanted him to kiss her, no matter how frightening and exhilarating that thought was.
“Are there any other guidelines in your date handbook that I’ve neglected?” James asked.
Lily waited a moment before answering as she peered up at his face, trying to gauge his reaction to their proximity. “Hmm. Well, it is nearing the end of the evening,” she said casually.
“It is. Does that mean anything to you?” James pressed.
She wasn’t sure if the moonlight was playing tricks on her or if he’d leaned in closer as well. Lily didn’t trust her voice, so she nodded, looking up at him through her lashes. Just as she was trying to come up with a witty remark, James leaned in closer and she felt his lips brush hers. Her eyes fluttered shut at the contact, and she pressed lightly into him, indicating she wanted more.
She felt James pull away slightly, but before she could be disappointed at the loss of contact, she felt him lean in again, pressing his lips firmly into hers with more confidence. Lily returned the kiss eagerly, and before she knew it, his hand was in her hair as the kiss deepened. His lips felt exactly as she’d hoped, soft yet firm, feeling natural against her own.
Lily’s heart soared in triumph as their innocent first kiss was on the verge of turning into a full on snog. Her free hand was reaching up to rest on his chest when she heard a rustle in some nearby shrubs, causing them to break apart. Despite the darkness, she could vaguely see the silhouette of a figure in the distance. She immediately reached for her wand, but James held her arm gently to stop her.
“Pads, is that you?” he asked, a hint of annoyance and amusement in his tone.
Lily shouldn’t have been as surprised as she was. James did mention that Sirius was staying with him for the summer. “I should go,” she said quickly as she pulled away from James’ embrace.
“You don’t have to—” James started to say before Lily cut him off.
“I know, but it is getting late. I’ll write to you in the morning,” she said as she flashed him a smile before slipping away.
She didn’t give James a chance to say goodbye as she walked across the dew laden grass. Lily was about to apparate away, when she heard James call to Sirius.
“Pads, where are you going? Get back here!” James yelled to him, sounding annoyed.
“I’ve got to write to Remus!” Sirius said through gleeful laughter. “He needs to know! James and Lily are finally together!”
Lily couldn’t help the wide smile that took residence on her face, as her heart beat with joy. Sirius’ words echoed in her mind as she returned home. Finally together.
Hi !!I love their fics they are incredible, they always leave me emotional when I read.I know you write more about romione but could you write anything about brothers weasley and Ron? because he has gone through so many near death situations and I want to see someone in his family freaking out about it.I will be very grateful and a very happy reader. Bjs !!
I believe @adenei published a drabble about this a while back after recieving an identical request, anon. That kind of interaction between the Weasley siblings has never really been my forte, to be honest.
Molly's reaction to finding out Ron and Hermione are together post-battle (if you feel like it, no pressure).
I feel like basically everyone except Ron and Hermione saw this coming from miles away, so I imagine Molly would be pretty chill. Thanks for the prompt!
The first night, he wasn’t sure his mum had even noticed.
They were all grieving from the loss of Fred and the others, and the house was full as there had been no question of any of them leaving Hogwarts for anywhere but the Burrow in the aftermath of the battle, and even the Lovegoods were there since their house had exploded earlier in the spring, so Luna was sleeping on what was usually Hermione’s cot in Ginny’s room, and Ron was sure nobody with the possible exception of Harry had noticed that Hermione was staying in his room. With him. In his bed.
It had happened quietly, without question, without any fanfare, and without any of the awkwardness that Ron had long assumed would naturally accompany the process of beginning a romantic relationship with his best friend. They had simply trudged up to Ron’s room in the attic, the three of them, and Hermione had slid under his covers without a word. He had slid in beside her and wrapped an arm around her, and she turned her head to kiss his cheek with a whispered goodnight, the whole routine as effortless as if they’d been doing it for years.
The second night, he thought that his mum probably had noticed—nothing ever did get by her, really—but was letting it go on account of Hermione’s nightmares.
Ron had gone downstairs in search of another blanket, because despite the rising temperatures of the encroaching summer, Hermione never could seem to get warm, and all the blankets they’d had on the hunt were currently hanging out to dry after a much needed wash. He’d been on the landing, about to head back upstairs with the old afghan, when the voices of his parents, Bill, and Fleur drifted up from the sitting room.
“Still don’t know exactly what happened to them out there,” Bill was saying, “but they were in bad shape when they turned up.”
“ ‘ermione was tortured,” Fleur put in. “I am certain.”
“The poor dears,” Molly sighed, barely loud enough for Ron to hear. “Hermione must be having nightmares about it all. Hopefully staying with Ron and Harry helps.”
Ron had hurried back up the stairs then, feeling slightly guilty. It wasn’t that it was untrue; Hermione had been having nightmares most nights since Malloy Manor, and Ron and Harry were frankly no strangers to them either. It’s just that that wasn’t exactly the reason she was sleeping in his bed, either. The real reason being that they were simply so happy to be alive that any minute they didn’t spend together, awake or asleep, felt like a waste. And if much of the time they spent awake when they should have been sleeping was consumed with exploring their newly formed relationship, who was Ron to argue?
It wasn’t until the third night, when his mum very nonchalantly suggested that he add a couple of drops of Dreamless Sleep potion to the bedtime cup of tea he was making for Hermione, that it occurred to him. Even though they hadn’t exactly been hiding it, they hadn’t really been flaunting their new relationship either. His mum knew that Hermione was sleeping in his room, but for all she knew, Ron still just had his two best friends up there; it may as well have been Harry and Neville for all the fuss she’d made. He had no intention of letting Hermione be forced to sleep anywhere else, but he needed to at least be honest with his mother.
“Mum? I need to talk to you about Hermione.”
“Yes, dear? What about her?”
They were alone in the kitchen, and Ron turned anxiously to face Molly, who was looking at him seemingly without the slightest inclination of the salacious news he was about to deliver. “We’re er…well, we’re together now. And I just thought you should know that, since…y’know, she’s sleeping in my room and all.” He felt his ears reddening, but he met his mother’s gaze determinedly.
To his astonishment, Molly just laughed lightly. “Is that all?”
“Isn’t that enough?” Maybe she hadn’t understood. Maybe she was delirious, sleep-deprived. The past few days hadn’t been easy on any of them. Maybe he needed to be more straightforward. “Hermione’s my girlfriend. My girlfriend is staying in my room.”
“Yes dear, I understand.”
“But…” Surely she had explicitly outlawed this very act at some point in his life. With his siblings, if not with him—after all, his only other girlfriend had never even been to his house, much less slept there. “Aren’t you upset? It’s not…I dunno, proper or something.”
“Well, honestly, I’m not sure how much trouble the two of you could get up to, sharing a room with Harry,” Molly replied with a chuckle as she stood and filled her own mug with tea.
“What if Harry starts staying with Ginny when Luna goes home?” Ron asked, more out of curiosity as to how far he could push this topic than anything else.
Molly patted his cheek before turning to head upstairs herself, calling over her shoulder as she went, “Then you and Ginny both know where to find me if you need a refresher on contraception charms.”
“How is it he’s gotten so much bigger from the last time we saw you?” Hermione cooed as James slept soundly in his bouncer.
She and Ron had offered to watch baby James for a few hours so Harry and Ginny could have a much needed night out. James was a few days shy of two months old now, and it would be his parent’s first outing without him.
“Because all he does is eat, that’s why,” Ginny said with a slight laugh.
“He is good at that,” Harry agreed. “Are you sure you’ll be alright?”
“Yes, Harry, We’ve taken care of our fair share of nieces and nephews to know what needs to be done,” Ron said as he rolled his eyes.
“Well, I put some bottles in the fridge, and everything you could possibly need is in that bag right over there,” Ginny said, pointing to the giant bag next to James’ bouncer.
“We’ve got it, Gin, you two go and have a good time,” Ron urged as he practically pushed them out the door.
“Alright, alright! Oh! Before I forget, James learned a new trick this week. I’m sure you’ll see it when he wakes up!” Harry beamed.
“If you’re talking about his bowel movements again, I’ll—” Ron said before Ginny cut him off.
“It’s not. You’ll see,” she said in a sing-song voice. “Be good to our little angel!”
Ron and Hermione watched Harry and Ginny leave through the front door before sitting down on the couch. “Well, if he stays asleep like this all evening, it’ll be a piece of cake,” Ron said.
“He’ll wake up soon, you know that,” Hermione said.
As if on cue, James started to stir, a soft cry escaping his lips. Hermione stood up and reached into the bouncer to pull him out. His eyes were opening now as she held him in her arms and sat down carefully next to Ron.
“Who knew my sister and our specky git of a best mate could make such a brilliant tiny human?” Ron asked as he reached over and tickled James’ stomach.
What James did next shocked both Ron and Hermione. He looked up at them and smiled. Hermione gasped as Ron’s eyes grew wide. Of course they’d seen his other nieces and nephews smile as babies, but never this young.
“This must be what Harry meant about his new ‘trick,’” Ron said, staring astonishingly at his nephew and godson.
Hermione’s heart all but melted as she held James in her arms while he smiled back up at her. It was at that moment she knew she was ready. Sure, she and Ron had talked about having kids, and they had lots of practice babysitting, but the timing never felt ‘right.’
She looked up at Ron, who met her eyes instinctively. “Ron,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.
The words caught in her throat as Ron nodded. He knew exactly what she was thinking without having to say a word. She let out a short and abrupt laugh at the recognition of what they’d just decided. Ron leaned in and kissed her softly, careful not to crush James as he leaned over them. As much as they loved babysitting, Harry and Ginny couldn’t return from their night out soon enough.
#romione#hinny #romione domestic fluff #31 days of January Word Challenge