hey you don’t have to honor and entertain this request whatsoever, i understand ppl have more important things than romione.

BUT if you ever had the time and the mood for it… i was thinking an enemies to lovers romione oneshot?

again absolutely no pressure pls, you’re already posting so much amazing content and i adore your creative brilliance my dear. lots of love xoxo

Trapped With You ♡ : A Romione Fan Fiction.

pairing : Ron Weasley x Hermoine Granger

summary : When Ron and Hermione’s never-ending bickering reaches catastrophic levels, Harry Potter takes drastic measures to force them to sort out their differences. But being locked in a broom closet together might just lead to something even more unexpected.

warnings : Excessive banter and bickering, Harry being absolutely done with his friends, Slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers romance, Cheesy and dramatic confession, Mild suggestiveness. Please let me know if I missed any.

author's note : English is not my first language, so please forgive me for any grammatical errors or spelling errors. Re-blogging is completely fine with me, but please don't copy my work. I love you all. Enjoy <3. This is a drabble, i.e., an extremely short fan fiction.

word count : 1k

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della's note : Babe, your requests make my day. I love it when people come out to me and request. I love to bring your imagination to my page! SO THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING! Anyways, this one took me a while to plan because I HAD to bring out the banter and the humor between the golden trio. It was fun writing it. I hope you like it, anon <3

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The war of attrition between Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger began with a rat and a cat, as all great and terrible feuds do.

It was a battle waged in huffs and eye-rolls, sharpened sighs and venom-laced barbs, all revolving around the infamous day Crookshanks allegedly tried to devour Scabbers. Ron had declared Hermione a “pet murderer in the making.” Hermione had sniffed that Ron’s rodent was “one flu away from the afterlife.”

And so, the war raged on.

Harry Potter, unfortunate third wheel and reluctant referee, had endured it all: the passive-aggressive silence, the not-so-passive-aggressive arguments, the glares that could melt steel. By the time Christmas came around, he’d had enough.

“I’ve had enough.” Harry’s voice cracked as he clapped his hands together like a weary parent. “I am sick of being in the middle of this nonsense. You two need to talk. Like, proper talking.”

“Hard pass,” Ron grumbled, shoving a spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

“I’d rather discuss the legal ramifications of beheading house-elves,” Hermione said primly, flipping a page of Hogwarts: A History with unnecessary force.

Harry narrowed his eyes. Then, with the steely determination of a Chosen One who had fought trolls, basilisks, and Voldemort himself, he set his plan into motion.

—

Scene One: The Great Hall Showdown

At breakfast the next day, the tension between Ron and Hermione reached unbearable levels.

“Could you not breathe so loudly, Ronald?” Hermione snapped, buttering her toast with the force of someone stabbing a mortal enemy.

“I’m eating, Hermione. What, should I stop breathing entirely?” Ron shot back, waving his fork in exasperation. “Would that finally make you happy?”

Harry groaned, rubbing his temples. “You two are worse than my Aunt Petunia and the neighbor’s cat.”

“She’s not that bad,” Ron muttered. “At least the cat has the decency to leave sometimes.”

Hermione gasped. “You insufferable, immature—”

“Oh, here we go,” Harry mumbled, resting his forehead against the table as they devolved into another argument about proper eating etiquette, feline instincts, and something about Ron’s socks being a personal offense to Hermione’s entire existence.

—

Scene Two: The Library Duel

Later that afternoon, Hermione sat in the library, attempting to read in peace. That was, until Ron plopped down beside her, dropping his bag loudly onto the table.

“Do you mind?” Hermione hissed, glaring at him.

“Oh, terribly,” Ron drawled. “But then I thought—why should you have all the fun? Let’s ruin each other’s day.”

“Your mere existence does that just fine.”

“Well, at least I’m good at something,” Ron shot back.

Madam Pince cleared her throat loudly, and the two fell into a furious silence, glowering at each other over their books.

Harry, two tables away, just sighed. “I swear, I’m going to move to another country.”

—

Scene Three: The Potions Incident

During Potions class, Hermione and Ron were assigned as partners. Naturally, disaster ensued.

“Ron, you have to chop the ingredients finely, not turn them into mush!”

“Well, maybe if someone wasn’t breathing down my neck, I could do it properly!”

“Breathing down your—Ronald, you are butchering this potion!”

“Maybe I want to butcher it,” Ron retorted, throwing in an extra scoop of powdered root just to spite her.

The cauldron exploded.

Harry wiped potion sludge from his face, his expression eerily blank. “You two. Are. A nightmare.”

—

Scene Four: The Quidditch Match

During a Gryffindor vs. Slytherin match, Hermione was in the stands while Ron was keeping goal. Unfortunately, that didn’t stop them from bickering.

“Ron! Pay attention!” Hermione shouted as he barely dodged a Slytherin Chaser.

“I am paying attention!” Ron yelled back.

“No, you’re yelling at me!”

“Well, you started it!”

The Quaffle soared past him into the hoop. Ron groaned while Hermione smugly crossed her arms.

“Merlin’s beard,” Harry muttered. “They’re going to kill each other before I get a chance to.”

—

Scene Five: The Closet of Doom

“Harry, let me out of this closet.” Hermione’s voice was clipped, and somewhere in the dimly lit, broom-scented space, Ron let out a dramatic groan.

“Oh, brilliant plan, Potter,” Ron snapped, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Locking two people in a broom closet. Revolutionary. Where’d you get the idea? A romance novel?”

“Shut up, Ron.”

“No, you shut up!”

“Both of you shut up!” Harry yelled through the door. “I am not letting you out until you sort this ridiculousness out.”

Footsteps retreated, and with a final, victorious chuckle, Harry was gone.

For a long moment, there was only silence. Hermione sighed. “This is your fault.”

Ron groaned. “We are not doing this again.”

Silence stretched between them, thick and heavy. Ron shifted uncomfortably. Hermione sighed again. The air was excruciating.

Ron exhaled sharply. “You drive me absolutely mental, you know that?”

Hermione smirked. “Good.”

Ron grumbled, running a hand through his hair. “I mean it. You make me want to scream half the time.”

Hermione arched a brow. “Only half? I must be losing my touch.”

Ron huffed a laugh. Then he went quiet, his fingers tapping against his knee. “I think I like it.”

Hermione tilted her head. “Like what?”

“This.” He gestured vaguely between them. “The arguing, the banter. The way you call me an idiot every other day. I think—I like it. And it’s really bloody annoying, Hermione.”

Hermione blinked. “Excuse me?”

Ron inhaled sharply. “I think I might be in love with you. And it’s driving me mad.”

Hermione took a slow step forward. “You are an idiot.”

Ron swallowed. “Yeah?”

She grabbed his tie, pulling him closer. “Yeah.”

And then she kissed him, just to shut him up.

—

Harry, waiting outside, heard a suspicious silence followed by the distinct sound of lips meeting. He closed his eyes and sighed so deeply it was almost spiritual.

When the door finally opened, revealing Ron and Hermione flushed and suspiciously quiet, he crossed his arms. “I knew it.”

Ron grinned sheepishly. Hermione adjusted her sweater, suddenly very interested in the floor.

Harry pointed a finger at both of them. “Don’t involve me in your nonsense ever again. I mean it. I refuse to spend another second of my life refereeing your ridiculous, slow-burn romantic comedy. I am done.”

He turned on his heel and marched away, muttering about needing a vacation.

Ron and Hermione exchanged a look.

“Well,” Ron said, scratching the back of his head. “That went well.”

Hermione smiled. “Yeah.”

And for once, they didn’t argue.

hello, any thoughts on the top/bottom dynamics for dron? i see them as switches, def, also that draco would top more because he probably has a Control Thing, and ron would get a kick out of being the supplicant (dog metaphors go crazy with him). i'm interested in your take because you have such a good grasp of their characters!

i think, as i've always thought, that having an immovable view of this is a skill issue.

one of the reasons why dron slaps as a pairing is because we've got the potential for every conceivable dynamic available.

the possibilities are endless and dron nation has open borders.