HARRY POTTER NON-CANON SHIPS COMMENT FICATHON

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Harry Potter Non-Canon Ships Comment Ficathon

THE RULES ARE THUS:

1. WHAT MAKES A NON-CANON SHIP? Anything that is not at least one-sided in the books. This means that Snape/Lily is canon, even if she may (or may not) have ever reciprocated. Bellatrix/Voldemort is canon. Lavendar/Ron is canon. Obviously everyone who's married and/or dates is canon. OBHWF is canon, Harry/Cho is canon. Ships that are not stated as fact in the books are not canon. That means UC ships are good, slash is good, femslash is good. For our purposes, we are not counting JKR's interviews as canon. That means that if you wanted to prompt, say, who knows, Hannah/Neville, you could, because it's not in the text itself.

2. You leave a comment with a pairing and a prompt. You respond to prompts that you like. Your prompt must pertain to a non-canon ship. You may specify a character within that ship if you want the fic written from that characters perspective. You may also specify a timeline if you'd like, or if you want it to take place in the movie!verse.

3. When writing fic, put in your title SHIP - TITLE OF FIC (rating optional). This will help us archive if we later archive things. I don't have time to archive anything right now, but if someone wants to volunteer, we can make that happen.

4. LEAVE FEEDBACK. Comments are the lifeblood of the internet.

5. NO WANK. I'll delete your ass. And we're dealing with ships and I am deletion happy, so watch yourself.

6. There will be spoilers for the movie all over this post, I am sure. You have been warned.

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Comments

[dontwannapanic.livejournal.com]

This song, this pairing. ♥

[i-rise-inside.livejournal.com]

Harry/Hermione

i will file it in a vial of denial and cast away

[i-rise-inside.livejournal.com]

Harry/Hermione

and i've written pages upon pages
trying to rid you from my bones

(Hermione's POV)

harry/hermione -- just writing to reach you

[heliconian-julz.livejournal.com]

The first time she writes him, it feels like the last. Only it’s not.

Did you ever wonder?

The first time she writes him, it feels like the end. And it was an end, of sorts.

Did you ever feel it?

The first time she writes him, it feels like she is writing to only person left in the world. But Ron is asleep in the bed beside her.

I need to know.

The first time he replies, it feels like a vindication. And it is.

All the time.

The first time he replies, it feels like those days in the tent never ended. And they didn’t, really.

We could have stayed in that forest forever.

The first time he replies, it feels like he is the only person left in the world even though she and Ginny had spent the afternoon together in Diagon Alley.

Now you know.

[poppypickle.livejournal.com]

THIS PROMPT KILLS ME.

[i-rise-inside.livejournal.com]

harry/hermione

Morning is almost here - let it wait
I just want to lie here awhile, tempting fate

Lie Here Awhile -- Harry/Hermione, Hermione/Ron PG13

[gelsey.livejournal.com]

Hermione was soft under his arm, her curls tickling his face. Harry breathed in the subtle orange fragrance of her shampoo. She slept, her sides rising and falling slowly.

This was what Harry thought peace might be, if he could draw a picture of it. Her skin against his, his heartbeat matching hers, love filling in the silence of the dark night and chasing away nightmares.

It could not last. He faced the window, and a faint lighting of anemic dawn started to leak through the glass. Ron would be home shortly, and Harry’s forbidden time would be over.

“Just five more minutes,” he whispered against her skin, feeling like a child again as he begged the universe for this small slice of time.

Hermione murmured in her sleep, rolling over and throwing an arm over his bare chest. He shifted, for he should go now. Her head lifted slightly. Her brown eyes were blurry with the first good sleep she’d had in weeks.

“You’re not going now?” she asked, her tenuous hold on him tightening.

“Just a couple more minutes, then I need to go,” he replied, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead and then to her lips.

Hermione’s eyes closed but she did not sleep. Instead, her head buried into his shoulder and she pressed against him as if trying to imprint his body on hers. He reciprocated by holding her as tightly as he could.

The window grew lighter, the sun creeping up over the horizon like Harry should be creeping out of this house. He was tempting fate by staying. Ron would be coming home—they couldn’t get caught.

Harry sighed and made to get up again. He had to get his clothes together. They could leave no clue to this infidelity.

“Please, just a couple more minutes,” Hermione said, looking vulnerable with her uncombed curls and tired eyes. She held his hand tightly, refusing to let him go.

Harry couldn’t say no to her, not when he had so little else to give her than a couple more minutes of this feeling. Together, they sat in the disheveled bed, watching the sky turn from dark to a faded pink.

There was a sound—the door of the flat opening. It closed, a trifle too loudly for someone who should be considerate of his sleeping wife. Footsteps shuffled down the hall, stopping where Harry knew the loo to be.

“Just a minute more,” Harry said.

Hermione turned her head to look at him, quiet fear and even quieter hope living in her gaze. Slowly, so slowly, she smiled, and it blinded him like a sunrise. In the hall, heavy footsteps resumed and then the door knob started to turn.

“Just a lifetime more,” Hermione said, and they turned to the door.

[youreyesaregems.livejournal.com]

This ship = totally flawless.

[onetraveller.livejournal.com]

♥ this prompt!

[i-rise-inside.livejournal.com]

harry/hermione

I'm not yours, you're not mine, we just happen to combine

harry/hermione - those who admit defeat too late

[perfectlystill.livejournal.com]

The war is over.

(But did it ever really begin?)





There’s an ache in her bones, creases in the corners of her eyes, moments when she stops, exhales, forgets what she’s doing.

Age comes before its time.

So much else comes after.

Too late.

For the first time the rules don’t make sense.

(She knows she’s going to break them.)





She smokes her first cigarette on a park bench, snow melting in her hair, ring cold on her finger. She can feel his eyes on her before he speaks a word.

“Congratulations.”

“It was inevitable.”

“Wasn’t it?”

“Yes.”

(No.)





Sheets do not tangle around limbs, champagne does not bubble in flutes, whispers of love do not leave lips.

Instead—as if it is some sort of alternative—they wait. Wait for phantom brushes between backs of hands, letters written in code (love your dear friend, love what could have been), dark corners smelling of dust and betrayal.





They attend family dinners at the burrow, avoiding eye contact and lingering gazes and pools of blue behind wide pupils. There is discussion of family vacations and how to use muggle appliances and all things trivial.

They have (treacherous) silent conversations: secrets clink with glasses, thighs press together on not-so-crowed couches, bodies melt together in false goodbyes.

There are some (many) words they do not (cannot) speak.





There are quiet moments (all his moments), hot breath evoking goosebumps, moans caught in her throat, fingers against her clit, eyes wide open, but all she sees is black.

Everything else is loud, thumping in her ears.

Always ready to deny, prepared to avoid, dying to run.





“You proposed.”

(The reasons are wrong.)

“I thought it was time.”

(This is what defeat feels like.)

“Ginny’s great.”

(She’ll never love you best.)





There are nights when she lays awake—Ron snoring beside her—thinking of forbidden, warm nights in a cold, damp tent. Sinful afternoons against stacks of books, legs hooked around his best friend’s waist. Wakeful dreams of running.

Farther, Farther, Farther.

Never quite away.

Never reaching her destination.





The war is over.

(Why didn’t he fight?)

[venombites.livejournal.com]

Rookwood/Luna
i knew you would return to me one day

[(Anonymous)]

oh yes, I need this fic in my life! ♥

[superkappa.livejournal.com]

Draco/Hermione - All is fair in love and war and love, a civil war like this it always sells itself

[eenaangel.livejournal.com]

Voldemort/Luna- you scream so loud for such a quiet girl

[alexandria-skye.livejournal.com]

this is absolutely terrifying.
(it's like a car accident, i'll probably look back to see if it gets filled :X )

[eenaangel.livejournal.com]

Draco/Luna- the words get stuck in my throat and you're always happy to rip them out

[softly-me.livejournal.com]

Ooh, this prompt is awesome.

[eenaangel.livejournal.com]

Draco/Luna- girl in the basement

[eenaangel.livejournal.com]

Hermione/Luna- Speak English! I don't know the meaning of half those long words, and I don't believe you do either!

[eenaangel.livejournal.com]

Harry/Luna- It would be so nice if something made sense for a change

[theepiccek.livejournal.com]

Lily/Sirius. This evening has been - Been hoping that you'd drop in
So very nice - I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice. Baby it's cold outside.

for the briefest of moments; Sirius/Lily

[vamp926.livejournal.com]

The chimes on the apparition wards went off and Lily looked up. She wasn’t expecting James home for another two days, or more, if the snowstorm outside ever let up. Even wizards had problems apparating in snow.

“Lily,” his voice sounded through the door, low and gravely, “let me in; it’s bloody freezing out here.” With a roll of her eyes Lily went to the door and pulled it open, revealing a very wet and cold Sirius Black standing there.

“Sirius, what are you doing here?” Lily asked as she stood aside, allowing him to enter the house. He shivered and removed his coat and gloves, revealing muggle jeans and a jumper. He shook the snow in his hair in her general direction and she jumped away from him, resisting the urge to squeal like she used to. “Sirius Black, if you wake your godson up I’ll have your head,” Lily snarled. Sirius just smiled and brushed past her into the living room.

“Little tyke’s asleep then?” he asked settling into the chair he usually occupied when he visited.

“Yes, and it took me forever to get him to sleep,” Lily said, and for a brief moment Sirius could see just how truly exhausted she was. “He’s always harder to get to sleep when James isn’t here,” she said.

“Prongs must have the magic touch, no pun intended,” Sirius said, his eyes lighting up mischievously. He laughed quietly as he ducked, narrowly avoiding the pillow that was sent flying in his direction.

“Why are you here?” Lily asked again, pulling a ragtag quilt over her legs as she settled into the couch.

“James wanted me to check on your and Harry with all this snow, just to make sure you were okay,” Sirius said. Lily quickly opened her mouth to retort that she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself when Harry’s cries filled the house. Lily sighed deeply and put her head into her hands.

“It’s only been thirty minutes,” she said, moving to get up from the couch. She was stopped, however, when Sirius pushed her back down.

“I’ll get him, don’t worry about it,” he said and then disappeared down the hallway to Harry’s nursery. A few seconds later Lily heard the rocking chair squeak, signaling that Sirius was rocking Harry. She listened to the sound, a smile on her face. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep.

It was hours later before she awoke with a start, disoriented. She was still on the couch, tangled in the quilt. Remembering that Sirius had been rocking Harry when sleep had overtaken her she listened for the tell-tale squeak of the rocking chair but heard nothing. Disengaging herself from the blankets she rose from the couch and made her way to her son’s room. Sitting the rocker, sound asleep, with his godson in his arms, was Sirius. Lily didn’t do anything for a moment, just stood in the doorway and watched. Seeing Sirius like that, so vulnerable and still made something within her stir. Scared by the feeling she ignored it, moving into the room to remove her son from Sirius’s arms. His eyes flickered open and watched as Lily gentlely placed Harry back into his crib, making sure to cover him with a blanket as she placed a kiss on his forehead. Sirius smiled as he watched her. He had always thought that Lily was beautiful, and even more so now as a mother. She turned around and caught him staring.

“Come on, you dog, you can sleep in the guest room tonight,” she whispered, motioning for him to follow her out of the nursery. He followed her to the room at the end of the hallway and as she turned to walk to her own room he caught her up in his arms, his face buried in her hair. She didn’t move, didn’t speak, she’s wasn’t even sure if was breathing. Moving slowly, he lifted his face from her hair and placed his lips on her forehead. They’re dry and rough, but they’re warm and comforting. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to lean into him.

“Goodnight, Lils,” he said quietly, his breath tickling her face. She smiled up at him and watched as he disappeared into the guest room and closed the door.

[theepiccek.livejournal.com]

Charlie Weasley/Nymphadora Tonks - Oh, let me remember you as you were.

[theepiccek.livejournal.com]

Rose Weasley/Scorpius Weasley - We're getting dressed up from the waist down, If you ain't got the money I can show you how, We're going downtown baby tonight

[jacyevans.livejournal.com]

tom/ginny

and i've captured you once but i wasn't quite right
so i'm telling you that you'll be safe with me
rabbit my claws are down

[jacyevans.livejournal.com]

harry/hermione, love ties you down to the pain

Untitled, PG

[infinitegraces]

Things would have been much easier if you could actually control whom you loved.

At least, that’s what Hermione kept telling herself. She hated that this was happening, but she had ignored her heart for too long. Her heart, which had always told her that, although she did love Ron—really, she did—it just wasn’t the same. It wasn’t the same kind of love as—

Sure, she had acknowledged these feelings, once upon a time. Unfortunately, he had never reciprocated them, until now. Now, at the worst possible time, when it would most hurt the others they loved.

“I don’t fathom you could have realized you felt this way seven years ago?” she asked him wryly.

“Seven years ago, I hadn’t grown up emotionally yet, Hermione.”

“I believe I noticed that, Harry. Your timing is remarkably dismal, is all I’m saying. I mean, I’m with—and you, you’re with—“ She couldn’t even say their names aloud. It made this inevitable betrayal all the more palpable and real in her heart, her mind, and her soul.

“I know. But things have changed. I don’t know when they changed for me, not exactly, but I do know that lately, things have been unbearable. She doesn’t understand, Hermione. You know she doesn’t. She wasn’t there. You were. You get it, you understand more than anyone—because you were there for every step!” He pauses, as if he’s drained from letting out all of this emotion—and perhaps he is.

It’s not that your lives haven’t improved since The End—they have. But even five years after the fact, there are certain things that you know you can only share with each other. And the strains that have appeared in the duration since, have made confiding in one another near impossible; it’s as if people expected things to solve themselves—in the emotional sense, at least.

But the two of you are fed up, and as much as it hurts to leave it all behind—you know that for now, it’s what is necessary. It’s what has to happen if you’re to stay sane.

All that matters is that you have each other—forever.

[miss-mishi.livejournal.com]

ginny/neville
'cause mr. charming don't come home anymore
and she forgets why she came here

[anythingbutgrey.livejournal.com]

YOU ARE A PERFECT INDIVIDUAL.

[spiderlin.livejournal.com]

Harry/Hermione-Something always brings me back to you.It never takes too long

[spiderlin.livejournal.com]

Ron/Luna.You strange almost unearthly thing,i love you like my own flesh

One Night

[eenaangel.livejournal.com]

By day, she`s like a blurry photograph-there, but not in focus. Who really sees her, as she walks to and fro? She's there, because she has always been there-but she feels so thin that she's almost transparent. Who has time for her, in the day, when the ugly truths are so much easier to see?

By day, she has purpose, a mission, and being overlooked is a blessing. She loves that she can go as she is, radish earrings and bottlecap necklace and all, and still blend into the background. Is that acceptance or tolerance? She's not sure which is true (or which is worse).

By day, she is a friend. There with warm smiles and pearls of wisdom wrapped in riddles covered in conundrums. Her touch is welcome, it is healing, and she takes it in from them and buries it somewhere deep inside. In the daylight, she comforts and soothes away other's pain while her own festers below the skin (see what an actress she's become?).

At night, there are shadows, but no cover. When the moon is out, when the world is dark, he traces the scars along her back with a single finger. Lazily, focused, slowly, rushed, softly, and roughly-his touch changes with every curve he skims. He traces and traces, until they are done. He asks as he goes, where this one came from, who held the blade for this one. After, he follows his finger with his lips, chapped and cracked flesh that feels like healing balm on her marred flesh.

When he takes her, it's mind-numbingly beautiful, heart-breakingly fulfilling, and always from behind. He's a giant, covers her tiny frame with his much larger one. He pushes in and out, hands running up along her sides and over her breasts with fierce determination. She moans for him, keens loud and long from somewhere deep in her throat. She makes so much noise, sounds that would shock the others with their vehemence, with their volume.

One night, he swears, they'll do this face-to-face. She covers her chest with the blanket, hugs it obsessively, hiding the true battle wounds from his sight.

One night, he swears.

Never, she replies.

[spiderlin.livejournal.com]

Harry/Hermione/Ron (Implied HHR)- Because i knew you,i have been changed for good

[spiderlin.livejournal.com]

Neville/Luna-Just a small town girl,livin in a lonely world,she took the midnight train going anywhere