A Carefree DanceWhen asking your lady to dance, always be sure to make eye contact, smile, and take her hand in yours. Speak clearly and, above all, make her feel like the luckiest girl in the world get a chance to dance with you.These were the words echoing in Ron's head as he sat in his seat, eager for the wedding ceremony to be over and the reception to begin. He would finally be able to show off more of what he learned from reading Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches and maybe, just maybe, he would sweep Hermione off her feet and they could both forget about the dangers that lay ahead of them. For just a few moments, it would be just them: no Harry,
I Choose YouI get it. You choose him.Hermione had never heard Ron say something so untrue. As she ran out into the night after him, screaming his name, all she wanted to do was tell Ron that she did choose him. She always had.This memory came to Hermione as she lay in her bed, with Ron snoring loudly beside her. The sun was beginning to peek through the blinds of the window, and the room was slowly bathed in golden light.As she continued to watch Ron sleeping, even more memories came flooding into her mind to complement the one from the Horcrux hunt.She was in fourth year, and she was standing at opposite sides of the common room from Ron. Both o
PairCongratulations, Ron and Hermione!The banner strung across the Burrow's kitchen strongly reminded Harry of the one that once stretched across Number 12's kitchen, when the two of them had become Gryffindor prefects.This time, however, the congratulations were for a completely different occasion: Ron and Hermione had just gotten engaged.The couple was surrounded by family and friends, shaking hands and giving hugs. Harry caught them smiling at each other every now and then when they got a break from all the well-wishing.He couldn't be happier for his two best friends. He had watched them grow up together, develop feelings for each othe
All's Fair"Ron, where did you put the keys?""Aren't they on the side table?""No!""Well what do you need the keys for, anyway?""To drive the car, maybe?""Oh ha ha. I meant why?""Because I have someplace I need to be? Honestly, Ron, can you just tell me where the keys are?""I did! They're on the side table!""Ron, I'm staring at the side table and there are no keys here.""Then I don't know where they are.""Well that's just fantastic.""Can't you Apparate? Why do you need the car?""Think back to the last time you had the keys, where could you have left them?""Oh, way to avoid the question, Hermione.""I'm not avoiding the question
BeginningsMidnight. Room of Requirement. Dumbledore.Neville set his old D.A. coin to display this message and hoped that maybe, just maybe, more people than just Luna and Ginny would show up.Not that he didn't enjoy their company. In fact, their fighting spirits were some of the only things keeping Neville from simply marching up to Snape or the Carrows and killing the lot of them. He couldn't stand the changes that were happening at Hogwarts, and he was ready to start making a difference.This is why he wanted to have this meeting tonight – he was tired of simply putting graffiti on the walls, or talking back to the Carrows in class. After m
She Hit Him: A Two-Part StoryShe hit him. She actually hit him!Ron couldn't believe his eyes. Hermione Granger, the girl who always followed the rules and who was fairly even-tempered, had just gone up to Draco Malfoy and slapped him across the face.Ron didn't know what he was feeling. He had always secretly admired Hermione for her ability to study late into the night, while he lost motivation after simply looking at the blank parchment for too long. But he never thought he'd be standing here in awe of how she stood up for herself against Malfoy.Ron was taken completely by surprise by Hermione's boldness. In the minutes that followed, it was even difficult for him
Our Rose"Hey, you."Ron says this as he walks into Hermione's hospital room, clutching a full cup of tea and handing it to her as he reaches the bed."Oh, thank Merlin, this is just what I needed," Hermione says, taking a large sip from the cup. "How's Rosie?""She's great," says Ron as he sits down on the bed next to her. "Granddad and Grandma Weasley are fawning over her right now. Those Muggle Healers—""Doctors, Ron.""Yeah, them. They weren't going to let Mum in to see her, saying something about how only the immediate family was allowed in. I think she may have Confunded them, though," Ron says, laughing. "Last I saw, they were wonder
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do you do commissions for them?
I used to do commissions, but then my schoolwork and personal life got busy, so I really don't have time to do them any more 
I might bring them back in the future, though!
I'll keep an eye out! 
