a/n:

So this author's note is gonna be a doozy, which will be explained by the first prompt I'm filling on this list. Enjoy!

1) The Most Horrible Competition Ever, Definitely Don't Submit Anything!- Melee Cave- Whack-a-Mole Game! (cram as many prompts from as many other challenges, competitions, and forums as you can into one fic.)

2) Quotable Questions Challenge- #49- "What are men to rocks and mountains?" - Pride and Prejudice

3) The Character Trope Challenge- THE BIBLIOMANIAC. book worm, someone with the desire to collect books.

4) The 1000 Songs Challenge- "Another Day in Paradise" by Phil Collins- You are free to do whatever you want with the song: do a proper songfic, use it as inspiration, use the title, have your characters listen to it, whatever you want!

5) The Game is On (Challenge)- A Study in Scarlet: Write about a Gryffindor

6) Tarrot Card Challenge- #9- is The Wheel of fortune primary: Changes for the better at the end of a cycle, good fortune and karmic change.

7) Random Character Challenge- #9- Hermione Granger

8) The Extreme Ultimate AU Battle- Bookstore/Bookshop AU

Hermione had been working at her local bookstore, Hogwarts, since she was nineteen and a half. She didn't think much of it. It wasn't like it was the only bookstore around town and for the most part, she enjoyed the work. The pay was good, the customers were pleasant, and most importantly, she could spend her entire day surrounded by books full of adventure, knowledge, and of course, magic.

She had a variety of coworkers, all fascinating with unique backgrounds, but she particularly enjoyed her time working with Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley. The young couple worked with her in the Gryffindor Quarter of the store and had become quite close over the years.

One of the perks the came with working with Ginny was that her mother, Molly, visited every Friday. The older woman always smelled like sunshine and cookies and really everything good in life all at once. In a strange way, she reminded Hermione of home.

Every now and then, her son Ron came with her, typically against his will. Hermione and Ron hadn't exactly "hit it off" the first time they had met, but despite their constant bickering and argumentative banter, Ron had been holding a torch for her.

For a while it was a struggle for him not to follow her around like a puppy whenever he visited her at work, but he knew Hermione was nothing less than a complete and utter professional, so he managed to resist her...mostly.

On the bright side, no one but Ginny seemed to notice. Ron was a little ashamed of himself, but despite the front he put up, he was just so incredibly impressed by everything Hermione did. When he finally asked her out to dinner, she was far less alarmed than he felt she probably should've been.

She simply looked at him and bit her lip nervously. Oddly, there was much surprise in her eyes before she slowly began backing away from him. Despite her wordless response, he took it as a "no".

It wasn't long before he returned to Hogwarts. Surprisingly, nobody had mentioned anything since he had asked her out, which given that he'd couldn't seem to go over twenty minutes without talking about her was really saying something. He had promised himself that he would do his best to avoid her since then, and done a fairly poor job of it.

Ginny had been suspiciously eyeing him for days.

Hermione finally talking to him, somehow, takes him by surprise. What doesn't take him by surprise is her willingness to spend an entire evening scolding him on his inability to navigate the large bookstore. Instead of being freaked out by their earlier conversation, she resorts to what they know best- petty quarreling about the smallest things.

"Well, what are men to rocks and mountains?" he argues, hoping she picks on his reference, knowing she's read the book no less than a million times.

"-Ronald," she cuts him off, "Quoting Pride and Prejudice does not make your argument correct."

He smiles a toothy grin, ignoring her response completely, "I knew you would get it!"

She simply rolls her eyes before pausing, stopping in her tracks, "Wait a moment…when did you read Pride and Prejudice? It hardly seems like something you would read."

The redhead shrugs, "You were raving about it the other day…thought I might give a quick skim."

"That's nice," she replies, rather curtly, as if she's taken aback by the revelation. She pauses again, taking a deep breath, "Listen Ron, can we talk about what happened the last time you came here?"

Ron shakes his head, "We don't have to…but we're good, I promise," he replies in a manner that is so sincere, it's impossible to not hang on each word.

She smiles gratefully, before taking a step towards him, "Nonetheless, you deserve an explanation…you see, you just caught me off guard…I just did not know how to respond in that moment."

"And you do now?"

"Quite frankly, I don't think I'll ever be able to explain how I can completely loathe you and enjoy your company at the same time, however, if your offer is still on the table, my answer is yes."

He breaks out into a bright smile, the kind that takes up his entire face, "You know, you remind me of Elizabeth Bennet…"

She looks down, rolling her eyes, "I still cannot believe you read Pride and Prejudice."

"Well, if Mr. Darcy can get a happy ending, than so can I," he responds, not a beat too soon.

"You are far too proud about reading that book."

"It's a classic," he counters, with a wink as they begin walking again, "I totally deserve to proud."

She hits him with a book.

Ron laughs, "Ah, another day in paradise with you Miss Granger."

"Keep talking and I'll retract my agreement to dinner."

"Yes, ma'am."