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Weekend Roundup: January 22-28 + HP Fic


Tweet of the Day: Faking Lesbianism in Pop Culture and Patriarchal Bargains

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Interesting week this was. Both serials are on solid ground after something of a shaky start. I like the fact that I have a female MC in Wizards’ World War. I’m starting to like Gwen, a lot! Hope my readers feel the same way about her as well.

So what happened during the week:

Nearly a full week of blogging. Not bad if I do say so myself and I just did. 😉

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The New Year Eve after the Battle of Hogwarts, 98-99. Our story starts the afternoon of New Year’s Eve in the Granger home in Melbourne, Australia.

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“Hermione Jean Granger! How could you?” ,screeched Mrs. Granger at the top of her lungs. Hermione shrank from her mother. Her eyes brimmed with tears.

Ron grasped her by the shoulders, “She did it because she loves you, Mrs. Granger. Voldemort was killing wizards and muggles–”

“Who?” asked Mr. Granger who wrapped an arm around his wife.

“Non magic folk, Mr. Granger. Not that it matter, nobody was safe. That’s why we joined Harry, to stop him an we did, or at least he did,” said Ron.

“The Potter boy?” asked Mr. Granger. “But why tamper with our minds Hermione. I never thought you would use your magic that way. If I had known–”

“I did it for you. To protect you, didn’t you hear what Ron said?” pleaded Hermione.

Mrs. Granger collapsed on the living room sofa, “We heard you sweetheart, it’s just that…this is all too much.” Hermione joined her and explained what happened after she erased their memories.

Mr. Granger turned to Ron, “You’re Mr. Weasley’s youngest, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” said Ron.

“You’re quite taller than I remember,” said Mr. Granger. He waggled his finger between Hermione and Ron, “So you and my daughter?”

“Yes, Sir, we are together. Officially, that is. We been dating for awhile.”

“Ah,” said Mr. Granger with a knowing smile.

It took sometime for the Grangers to accept that they were not Mr. and Mrs. Wilkins, that their daughter was a witch and last year events. The Grangers decided that since they already made a life for themselves in a new country they would stay.  Hermione promised to visit them whenever possible.  They apparated to Sydney in order to take a Portkey back to London, but Ron insisted they stay around until midnight.

“But Ron, will miss our Portkey,” said Hermione.

“Don’t worry, I got it covered,” he said. And indeed he did, for he had arranged not one, but several Portkeys through his Ministry contacts. They watched the fireworks over Sidney bay, ported to Tokyo, then Seoul, another key took them to New Dehli and a few more jumped them from Moscow to Paris. They chased the midnight hour, tasted different foods, and watched all manner of  celebrations along the way.

Under the Eiffel Tower, Ron pulled Hermione close. His hands covered hers as they laid on his chest.  People milled around, but for a moment just before the countdown began, it was as if they were along in their Parisian space. He looked down at her, at the tangled of brown hair, the soft intelligent eyes.

“Hermione, I need to tell you something, something I’ve been meaning to say for a long time,” he said.

“What is it?”

“I don’t deserve you,” he said. She tried to pull away, but he kept her hands firmly in place.

“What?”

“Please, let me finish. You’re wonderful, clever, beautiful everything I could ever want, anything any bloke would want, but I’ve been prat all these years. I never told you the whole truth of what happened with the locket,” she opened her mouth to speak but he pressed on, “It did things to me. Thoughts, ideas, stuff I was already thinking. About you, about me, Harry, my family, but they were lies. All of them. Thing is, they were my lies, stuff that I believed, it just showed them to me. I destroyed it but there one truth in all the lies,’ he took a deep breath, “I’m no good for you.”

“Ron, please, don’t say that.”

“It’s true. I’m not, you know. I’m not as clever you are, not as brave, not anything. But I’m trying and tonight, you know being New Years and all, I decided to make a resolution. To be the kind of man you need me to be. It’s going to take a lot work, I know and knowing me I’ll probably screw it up, but better do it now, right?”

Hermione’s right hand slipped from Ron’s grip. She placed her index finger on his lips.

“Ron, you’re the man I want, and I need,” she said. She giggled when he frowned, “Something don’t make sense like how you always stood up for me or how you were willing to sacrifice yourself for others. How I know you would die for me  even though that’s the last thing I would want.”

He mumbled through her finger, “You mean it?”

“Always the tone surprise,” she said.

She tiptoed to kiss him. The crowds counted down the last seconds of the year. At the stroke of midnight their lips parted. Ron knew that it was resolution worth living for.

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2 comments on “Weekend Roundup: January 22-28 + HP Fic

  1. Ah! Sweet ending there. 🙂

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