Some wizard families are better than others.

Draco Malfoy: Delusor [World Cosplay]

Photography: Darko Perić
Retouch: Borivoje Naumovski [AVATAR.designs]

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Reason #48721398 why Harry should be your favorite character

“Manners, Potter, or I’ll have to give you a detention,” drawled Malfoy, whose sleek blond hair and pointed chin were just like his father’s. “You see, I, unlike you, have been made a prefect, which means that I, unlike you, have the power to hand out punishments.”

“Yeah,“ said Harry, “but you, unlike me, are a git, so get out and leave us alone.”

—Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix pg 194

you know the scene in prisoner of azkaban in the woods where draco walks towards harry with all of his swagger on? imagine him looking harry deep in the eyes, smiling and quietly whispering “you’re cute”. no other student hears it and harry looks down at the ground and can’t answer anything else but “um…”. he silently walks back to hermione with his hands on his burning hot, red cheeks and none of the other students understand what the fuck just happened

Undetectable Extension Charms Are A Gift

Birthday Fic for incendiomalfoy

“write me a fic where draco is somehow trapped in hermione’s trunk on the way home for christmas holidaYS AND SHE OPENS IT when she’s home AND IS LIKE “MALFOY WHAT THE FUCK”  is a very very specific prompt nadia and I hope i did it justice.  

The train ride hadn’t been as long as it could have been. Arriving at Kings Cross Station at promptly 1pm, the 5 hour train ride has passed by. But then again, hermione Granger had once again had her nose pressed in a book, and time was simply a fleeting illusion when one is submerged within the printed ink on crisp paper.

Hoisting her trunk off of the shelf, the suitcase was heavier than it usually was. Thinking only that the Weightless Charm needed to be re-cast, the brown haired girl climbed off the train. Her father, one Mark Granger, was waiting on the platform. Her mother, Jean, was probably still at home, no doubt tiding up for her daughter’s return.

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