The Enchanted Bookworm

Semi-hiatus almost over

I know I took a unwarned hiatus but I will be back shortly. School is out for the summer ! And hopefully things will settle down.

send me one of the following numbers + a ship -- →



—and i’ll whip up a drabble for you about any of the following:

  • 1: Hot, Steamy kiss
  • 2: Cheek Kiss
  • 3: Nose Kiss
  • 4: Forehead Kiss
  • 5: Firm Kiss
  • 6: Gentle Peck
  • 7: Romantic Kiss
  • 8: Eyelid Kiss
  • 9: Jawline Kiss
  • 10: Neck Kiss
  • 11: Collarbone…

Send me ✉ and I’ll randomly generate a text message you’ll get from my muse.


1-40 completely random messages.

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Send me “Show me love”


And I’ll generate a number from 1-30. All cute and fluffy! 
Numbers under the cut- no peaking and cheating!

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Random Starters: Love Related

  • “I love you.”
  • “You love me?”
  • “I’m never going to leave you.”
  • “I promise.”
  • “Don’t push me away!”
  • “I trust you with my life.”
  • “I love the way you hate me.”
  • “You’re afraid but you don’t have to be.”
  • “Push me away all you want, I’m going to fix this.”
  • “I never meant to hurt you.”
  • “You broke my heart!”
  • “If I give you my heart, do you promise not to break it?”
  • “Trust me.”
  • “You’re all I have.”

Seeking Hermione || the0nlygrangerbookworm



Despite the anger that she knew would dissipate with time, Hermione needed him. It was a plain and simple factor. She needed Harry as much as the earth needed the sun. Things weren’t as happy or whole without him, he got her when there was no one else who did. 

She pressed her nose against the plane of his chest, her fingers digging into the sides of his shirt, anchoring her into that moment, allowing the sounds of him breathing, the way his voice sounded when he spoke, the way he smelled. Everything about that moment she engraved into her mind, replacing the little pieces of anger that she so held onto. 

" I know Harry…I’ve missed you more than you’ll ever know." 

The grip of her fingers had his eyes opening and peering down at her. He wondered, at all, if she knew what sort of havoc she was wreaking by continuing to lay atop him, pressing into him. He felt her every curve, despite her slender frame. She fit perfectly, he realized, despite the worry for her health. He raised his head and kissed the top of her head. Silently, he moved his head back to his pillow, taking up again the chore of doing a mental rundown of the starting lineup of his favorite Quidditch team. His teeth bit down on his lower lip willing his body to remember her best friend status. This was the madness that had partly been responsible for his fleeing after the war, but now there was no obstacle of Ron. It was…


She was beautiful, and Harry knew that no amount of telling her would convince her of it. But she’d always been rather beautiful to Harry, long before their Fourth Year. She was perhaps one of the most beautiful people he knew and he was heart heavy that he’d caused her any grief.

She propped her chin in her hand, simply observing. Something quite common to the witch, but there was something difference about this time. She could see the conflict as it flickered behind his lidded eyes. Her finger on her free hand tracing the lines of thick lashes carefully. Eyes that she knew like her own, and the depths that they held. Of course they’d grown up together, but when had Harry really grown up? 

She wasn’t simply laying upon her best mate, seeking comfort anymore. Now she found herself in the most comforting embrace of a man who held many secrets. And yet as terrifying as it all seemed she knew she could trust him. She knew without a doubt he would do the best to his abilities to guard her heart as if it were her own. 

Allowing her head to drop gently she rested it along the line of his neck, simply enjoying the comfort the moment brought before releasing a heavy sigh. ” What are we doing Harry? “ 

Put one of these in my askbox to see how my Muse reacts.

Lumped these all together for ease of reblogging:

  • "My parents know."
  • "Don’t go."
  • "You’re under arrest."
  • "Make me."
  • "Kiss me you idiot."
  • "I didn’t do it."
  • "That isn’t mine."
  • "Marry me?"
  • "Truth hurts, don’t it?"
  • "Be mine."
  • "You owe me."
  • "Just relax."
  • "I already regret this."
  • "Where are my clothes?"
  • "You could have killed someone!"
  • "I think I broke it."
  • "Do you love me?"
  • "We need to talk."
  • "Never again."
  • "Do I know you?"
  • "How drunk are you right now?" 
  • "Well that was unexpected." 
  • "Have you ever even done this before?" 
  • "I just want to cuddle."
  • "I can’t even look at you."
  • "What happened to you?"
  • "Don’t you dare."
  • "I missed you."
  • "This stays between us."
  • "I need a hug."
  • "I could kill you!"
  • "Kiss me."
  • "You’re so weird."
  • "Why are you wearing that?"
  • "You coward."
  • "You’re all out of ____."
  • "You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"
  • "I think I’m forgetting something."
  • "This seems familiar."
  • "You lied to me!"
  • "Are you threatening me?"
  • "Is that my shirt?"
  • "Where did you find this?"
  • "Explain yourself."
  • "Where were you?"
  • "You drive me crazy!"
  • "I think I’m falling in love with you. "
  • "Are you even listening to me?"
  • "Just leave me alone."
  • "I need a drink."
  • "What were you thinking?"
  • "I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."
  • "I’m going to be sick."
  • "For you, I would _____"
  • "Just what did we do last night?"
  • "Give it back."
  • "I have to go."
  • "Shut up and listen."
  • "Do you remember this?"
  • "Want to hear a secret?"
  • "Take responsibility."
  • "Don’t look at me like that."
  • "Give me another chance."
  • "Don’t you dare come near me!"
  • "What the hell do you think you’re doing?"
  • "You mean everything to me."
  • "Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."
  • "What are you afraid of?"
  • "I miss you so very much."
  • "No, that can’t be my baby."
  • "Just five more minutes."
  • "No! You can’t die on me now!"
  • "That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."
  • "Put. The. Weapon. Down."
  • "What are we doing here?"
  • "Do you trust me?"
  • "That sounds painful."
  • "Are you even listening to yourself?"
  • "I’m not speaking to you anymore."
  • "I can’t believe you missed that."
  • "That was a bad plan."
  • "That looked easier on TV."
  • "I’ve never heard that one before."
  • "I didn’t know you could do that."

Your muse walks in on mine laying in bed shirtless and has bruises, open wounds and gashes all over them and hasn’t been heard from all day. How does yours react?




She couldn’t stop the drumming of her fingers, the clenching of her jaw, when a spark of annoyance passed through her. Leave it to him to be nearly late, and yet she knew berating him for such a thing would get them nowhere. So instead, she hummed, nodding her head in agreement at his reasonings for keeping her waiting. 

" Yes, well that is how the world is. Not all fun and games, but have a seat." She offered, her hand outreaching towards the empty spot across from her. 

Well, now Ron was slightly annoyed at her greeting. It wasn’t like he was even late like she’d probably been expecting. He’d shown up a few minutes early, even. She should’ve been surprised that he was on time, and maybe a bit happy to see him, not giving him attitude already. ” ‘m well aware of how the world works, thanks. Been working my arse off for awhile now.” He settled into the chair, folding his arms across his chest in irritation. “So, wot’re we here for, then?”

She pinched at the bridge of her nose, trying to stop the building of pressure she felt. How was it after successfully avoiding one another they couldn’t carry on a simple conversation without annoyance. ” I never said you hadn’t worked Ronald, I’m well aware. I was making a simple statement.” Her knees started to rise on their own accord, bumping herself and her skirt into the long seated wooden table. ” I’m not even sure anymore, its quite obvious we can’t even speak to one another. Perhaps this wasn’t a good idea.” She muttered quickly, glancing upwards to the clock, wondering if she could come up with some excuse to escape.