HarryRonFest Collection
Collection for the HarryRon Fest on Tumblr.
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Harry desperately looked up at Ron. “Do you trust me?” he asked.
Ron’s too blue eyes widened and he unconsciously stepped closer into Harry’s space. “With my life, Harry, you know that.”
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When you meet your souldmate for the first time, the days you have left to live will be written on you wrist, and only your soulmate can read it
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HarryRon Fest 2022 Prompt: Drunk Love Confessions
Drunk Harry can’t fight the chest monster anymore when Seamus calls him out on his buried feelings for his best mate, especially once he realizes Ron disappeared from the dance floor with a man who wasn’t him.
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and so i write (to the person i’ve been dreaming of my whole life) by playitagain
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
11 Nov 2021
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We’re back from Romania and I’m not ready to go back to work. I really don’t like the big boss. He’s being a bit of a pain in the arse with the season starting soon and I don’t want to deal with his meltdowns. He claims he’s leaving in a few years, but I don’t think he will. It isn’t like I’d get the head position anyway so it doesn’t much matter.
Charlie is doing well. He’s moved up to the head position. Mum was ecstatic. She’s always ecstatic when my brother’s do something. It seems as the grandkids start coming they don’t seem to notice any of my stuff as much.
I just wanted to see if we were on for lunch on Wednesday. I have loads to tell you.
Yours,
R.W.or Harry accidently opens a letter that leads to more than he ever expected.
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- Part 3 of 2021HarryRonFest
- Part 4 of in any universe i'll find you (rarry)
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Fred's funeral turns out to be quite lovely, Harry thinks, in spite of how heartbroken they all feel. Everyone says something nice or funny about Fred, trying to remember the good moments. Harry can’t get the words out, but Ron is by his side, the back of his hand pressed against Harry’s, his eyebrows scrunched up as he sobs quietly.
“Stay,” Ron whispers after dinner, when everyone gets ready for bed, pale faces looking empty and wiped out. “Don’t go back to Grimmauld Place. Stay here, Harry. Please…”
Harry nods, then follows Ron upstairs, to the room where they’ve spent countless summer evenings, chatting in bed with a laugh and a cheeky grin on their faces.
They lie in the dark in silence this time, and Harry feels so cold.