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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.

7. Promote this if you please. You can use this code:

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Have fun!

ETA:

[livejournal.com profile] effingeden has graciously offered to archive our prompts and fic here. Thanks so much!
From: [identity profile] cereal.livejournal.com
Instead, everything dies except the roots and now they're strangling him.

The way this ends for Harry Potter, white knight of the wizarding world, is: Hermione figures it out first.

(This is not his reality anymore, ever.)

The way this ends for Harry Potter today is:

They're in a bar. It's a Gryffindor reunion, nine years and six months too soon.

There are empty chairs where their friends and loved ones should be. There are mugs of butterbeer and story-telling and, in the corners, sadness everyone is trying to ignore. Harry secretly embraces it. (At least it's not just him, at least he's not alone.)

Hermione is wearing a jumper and jeans and a day-old engagement ring. Ron's wearing a smile. Hermione's doesn't quite match.

When she goes outside to find a copy of the Prophet to settle an argument between Ginny and Ron, Harry follows.

If he could remember what the argument was about, maybe he'd open with that, but he can't, so he doesn't.

Instead, "Did you set a date yet?" He nods at her ring.

That this is something he has to ask, that he wasn't a part of the whole process, it's not how they operate. Not before.

"Ron had some suggestions. I think they came from his mother. I figure we owe it to her to at least consider them." Hermione spots a newspaper box across the street and sets off toward it.

Harry would never, ever, (ever) admit to begrudging Molly Weasley anything, especially now, but even before the tragedies of the war, she was so involved. He wouldn't be surprised if those dates are years old, selected during second year as part of a master plan.

It's frustrating that so many other things can change, but this hasn't. That someone else is still pulling the strings, while Harry follows limply along.

He falls into stride with Hermione. "Aren't you tired of owing?"

It's a loaded question for what is supposed to be a happy night (in this happy world), but he's hoping that if anyone would understand, it would be her.

She reaches the sidewalk before he does and steps up the curb, turning to face him. She's exactly eye level with him now.

"I don't know what you mean." But she does. She glances down at her feet and back up at him and he can see it in her face, the way it changes, just for a second, in the street lamps. This is ordered, organized Hermione -- this is how she is when she didn't set the terms.

"We're always owing somebody something. Whether it's a fair burden or not. Don't you want to just -- fuck it all? Follow your gut?"

She smiles and shakes her head, like she's skating around the bait, "Harry, where are you going with this?" She's not hearing him, it's not her gut in control yet, it's that compartmentalized, huge brain.

(When he hops on his broom and just flies, the conclusion he always reaches is that she picked Ron because Ron needed her more. It was rational to not let down the one that will have a harder time without you. It was rational, all other things being equal, to go for the one who would fall apart if you weren't there. What he didn't realize was that was him, too. And if he didn't know -- how could Hermione?)

"I'm going -- I don't know. I know what makes sense, I know what's expected, I know that Ron needs you and this is it, this is our smooth sailing til the end, but, come on, we've never lasted long with smooth sailing."

It's such a jumbled sentence, such a jumbled sentiment, that he's not sure if she really gets it. He steps in a little closer, until his toes are stopped against the curb and he can feel how she's warm and alive just centimeters from him.
From: [identity profile] cereal.livejournal.com
Hermione ducks her head and he's worried he's lost her, misread everything, and he should probably just apparate away right now, when she leans in, just the slightest bit.

He wants to kiss her, wants to step up on the curb and back her up into the wall of a building and kiss her until they can't breathe. He settles for bringing his hands up to her hips. She loops her arms around his neck in return and leans forward to press her forehead to his.

"It's going to be different, Harry."

That could mean a thousand different things and he decides in an instant that he's OK with them all. A different world, a different kind of relationship, a different future, whatever makes all this right -- not easy, but right.

He tilts his chin forward, so close he can feel her breath on his lips. His glasses fog up with the humid air. Everything's gone soft and he can feel hot pinpricks all over his body. If someone had asked him to describe what Lumos feels like, it would be this moment right here. There's a sound like blood rushing in his ears, and he's alive, they're alive, and he closes the distance and meets her lips with his.

His hands curl into her hips involuntarily and her hands are fisting in his hair when she opens her mouth and slides her tongue into his. It's warm and wet and suddenly they're moving backward. He trips up the curb and they stumble into the wall and then he's pinned her there as she squirms all small and soft and Hermione against him. He skates a hand away from her hip and around her back anchoring her to him, the rough brick scraping across his knuckles.

She pulls away just long enough to change the angle and then her mouth is back on his, nipping at his bottom lip with her teeth and she's pulling so hard on his hair that he's seeing stars behind his eyelids. It's seven years of everything in one kiss and he's grinding up into her, and they never did grab that copy of the Prophet, which is fine because this will probably be on the cover tomorrow, when he hears someone speak.

"Oh, oh, sorry!"

Harry pulls away and reflexively draws his wand, he can feel Hermione reach to do the same under him.

Neville's standing in the middle of the street, cheeks on fire and eyes wide as saucers.

Hermione nudges at Harry and he backs up, putting his wand away.

"Uh, hello, Neville," his voice probably doesn't sound very steady, but at least it didn't crack. For as tight as his pants are right now, it's a wonder he can make any sound that isn't just a groan.

"Hello." Neville raises his hand a few seconds later, a delayed wave.

There's awkward shuffling, Hermione fixes her sweater and wipes at her mouth, before motioning for Harry to do the same.

When they make it back to bar, he and Hermione are still flushed and Neville's lost all the red from before, looking white -- or maybe a little green -- now.

(Ron doesn't put it together that night.)

One week later, the ring has been returned to the Weasley vault and Ron isn't speaking to either of them.

One month later, things are different.

One year later, things are right.

&&.
From: [identity profile] victoria-tonks.livejournal.com
Loved it. I so desperately needed a happy ending for them. Thank you for writing it!

I did like this: Ginny always looks at him with such clear eyes. It's like a window so clean you don't realize until too late that it's closed. Soooo true. *sigh*
From: [identity profile] deadduck008.livejournal.com
YES HAPPY ENDING YESSSSSSSSSSSSS EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS MAKES MY HEART SOAR.

Just perfect.
From: [identity profile] poppypickle.livejournal.com
OH MY GOD I adore this. Seriously. I'm usually not one for happy endings (being an angst fiend, and all) but this happy ending felt so real and so poignant. Also, the kissing against the wall was HOT and I loved that Neville saw them.

I love this whole fic so much. I wanted to quote my favorite parts, but there were so many that I was basically quoting the whole damn thing. <3333
From: [identity profile] i-rise-inside.livejournal.com
Aww, a happy ending! I didnt even realise just how much I needed it till I read this. Im a sucker for angst, and I live with these kids in torment, but you wrote them beautifully, and gave them the ending they deserved, and I love you for it.

From: [identity profile] aina-hhrdanem.livejournal.com
Yay for a happy ending!! :D Thank you Neville:) Was not expecting him at all :p

When he hops on his broom and just flies, the conclusion he always reaches is that she picked Ron because Ron needed her more
I believe this was why it ended up that way in canon
From: [identity profile] xjamey.livejournal.com
THE ENDING. JUST. GUH. THIS IS SO PERFECT. You're amazing. <3
From: [identity profile] marie-j-granger.livejournal.com
you're chosen for the storybook ending, except when you're not. Loves!

And like everyone else, I love that Neville caught them and I LOVE that it has a happy ending!

Oh, and the kiss was effing hot.

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