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This is an appreciation blog between Quinn Fabray (Glee) And Hermione Granger (Harry Potter) This pairing might seem absurb to some, but if you do not like it, then don't come onto this blog. :) |
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Notes do YOU like witches and cheerleaders?!or more specifically, gay witches and cheerleaders?!
or even more specifically, hermione and quinn?!?!?!?
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CRYING ELAINA
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NotesQuinn: No one asked you for your help, Hermione.
Hermione: But if you would just tell me, Quinn. I could help y—
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Notes AHHH 102 followers! You guys are like amazing!!Fabranger for life!
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So these girls got me thinking…
Imagine a crossover (AU?) where the magical and muggle worlds are mixed, and the CIA and the Ministry of Magic work together for national security.
Quinn and Hermione are heads of the Magical/Muggle Law Enforcement Liason Office and…
Let your imagination take you where it will :)
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Notes Hermione and Quinn’s last conversation before the Battle of Hogwarts - a Fabranger ficletWow, this really is getting out of hand. Fabranger’s so great to write fic for though…
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Notes Someone Like You - A Fabranger ficlet inspired by Adele -
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Kingdom Hearts - Dearly Beloved BRB, looking a bucket to hold my tears -
Fabranger feelings keeping me up at 2am the day before Tracy and me are to move
damn you otp
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grantgustins asked: if you could pick one to be canon (shh, just pretend it could happen), what would it be?
Faberry, Fabranger or Gingertana?
Fabranger, hands down!
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Anonymous asked: Hermione stood in the Gryffindor common room. It would be her last time seeing it. Her eyes watered. It had only been a spell. But it had gone terribly wrong. Now, she was nothing. And to top it all off, she was moving to America. She didn't even see her friends as she broke down, sobbing for all the things she had lost.
Months later, She was standing in an unfamiliar place, a main office of some school. She didn't remember the name of it. She didn't even care about school anymore. She nodded her head, pretending to listen to the receptionist describe what her classes would be like. Finally, the older woman handed Hermione her schedule and a map of the school. Lost in her self pity, Hermione walked to the door and very nearly walked in to someone.
"Excuse me? Are you watching were you are going?" Asked the stunningly beautiful person in front of Hermione. Shocked into silence Hermione merely shook her head no. The blonde's eyes narrowed. "You must be new then. Watch yourself. Oh. And welcome to McKinley." The blonde shoved past Hermione and walked to the receptionist. Quickly, Hermione walked out and swiftly found her locker. For some reason, her heart was pounding and she could feel a slight flush on her cheeks. It was the first thing she felt since that spell that ruined her life.
(yeah I fic'ed it for ya)
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Anonymous asked: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
angst
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The castle was quiet and still as everyone gathered out on the quidditch field for a match of Gryiffindor versus Hufflepuff.
A lone girl wandered through the halls, an unreadable expression on her face. Millions of thoughts swirled through her mind, tormenting her with each twist. The secret she had been holding in for so long was ready to burst free or die trying.
Her friends had tried to figure out what was going on in her head. Teachers had tried to get her to talk. Dumbledore had even pulled her aside to see if she was alright and if there was anything she wanted to tell him.
She had succeeded in pushing everyone away. Everyone except Rachel Berry. Rachel had refused to be pushed away. Claiming that as a fellow American, Rachel would be able to understand. And maybe Rachel would have understood, if the rumors had been true. But she didn't care enough to test them. So with a well placed insult, Rachel had left in tears and never came back.
She felt bad. She really did. Rachel had never been anything but kind hearted towards her. But Quinn wanted, no, needed to be alone.
She loved Hermione Granger. With all o her heart. Every little thing the muggle-born witch did was so adorable, Quinn thought she'd puke. She never did though. That would require losing precious Hermione time. And Quinn wouldn't risk that.
Quinn couldn't love Hermione. She shouldn't. Couldn't. Wouldn't. Did.
Her father would be so angry. He had been planning her wedding to Draco Malfoy ever since he found out his wife was pregnant with a girl. Plus, he hated "gays and mudbloods." Surely her father would tell the Dark Lord to have her punished or something.
So Quinn kept her forbidden feelings a secret. Even though she felt like the secret was killing her. Especially when it became clear Hermione was in a relationship tango with Ron Weasley. Quinn thought she would break down when she chanced upon seeing Hermione sit by Ron's almost-death bed, clinging to his hand.
Quinn found herself in the prefects bathroom. She didn't remember saying the password or even the journey there.
Slowly undressing, Quinn eased herself into the massive tub and turned a few of the taps on, leaving the bubbles alone. She wanted clear water.
The water was warm and inviting. Easing some of Quinn's tenseness. She felt no fear or trepidation of what was about to take place in this room. She just knew she wanted this torment to end, so she focused on that instead o anything else.
Apart from her shaky hand, Quinn was calm as she raised her right arm, wand clenched tightly. Slowly, to feel every ounce of pain, Quinn carved out 7 letters on her left arm. A few tears managed to trickle out down her cheeks.
Once she was finished with the word, Quinn reached into her robes and groped for the vial of potion she had made in the dead of night. Her left arm screamed in pain, but Quinn knew she would soon be at peace.
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High from Gryffindor's win, Hermione burst into the Prefects bathroom, eager for a nice hot bath. Her bloodcurdling screams echoed about the room and around the school as she saw Quinn Fabray floating in a pool of water and her own blood.
Hermione dove in, desperate to save the girl. She screamed more when she felt no pulse. Her screams died out into sobs when she saw what was carved into the pale girls arm.
Lesbian.
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this was rather hard to write.
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