'harry why are you doing this here'

12 days before Christmas- H.H (part 8/?)

a/n- i think this is by far my favorite one!!!
warning(s) - pure fluff, no caps at all *sigh*
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On the eighth day of Christmas

“like that?”
“no harry, like this.”
“y/n, i don’t get this whatsoever.” harry groans setting the gift down along with the tape.
“i know you don’t. that’s why i’m showing you silly.” you giggled and finished wrapping the gift you were currently doing, then moving on to the incomplete one harry had given up on.“here watch,” harry adverts his attention over to you, a small smile on his lips as he gives you a loving stare. “what?” you giggle as you mindlessly continue wrapping the presents.
“nothing, i just love you a lot.” he says nonchalantly.
“i love you too harry.” you reply and set the present down. you subtly lean over and wrap your arms around his neck hugging him tightly. “not to kill the mood or anything but where is my other little princess?” harry chuckles and looks over your shoulder to see if he could see stella anywhere in the living room. “last time i saw her was when you were sleeping in bed and she was curled up with you.” you reply, finally pulling away from the long hug. “do we have to finish wrapping these?” 

“oh stop complaining, and go lay in bed. i’ll finish the rest.”
“no. i want to cuddle with you.”
“then go find stella and cuddle her, she’s the equivalent to me, right?”
“nope.”
“whatever.” you sighed laying out more wrapping paper scanning at how many more presents you’ll have to wrap.

 “i’m not even going to wrap this one, but here is your gift.” you added and handed harry a box. he took it smiling, opening the lid of the box revealing a pair of new nike shoes, something he was desperately in need of.“aw thank you so much baby.” 

he grins and pulls you in for a side hug, he also grabs a gift located somewhere behind him, also not wrapped but in a box. “here you are.”you opened the box, it revealed a book of some sorts with a picture of you from back when you and harry started to date, about 3 or so years ago. a large smile overtook your face as you pulled the book out of the box, you opened the book up and there was pictures from the start of yours and harry’s relationship up to just this week. tears welled up in your eyes as you gazed over the pages of photos.

“i love this so much, oh my gosh thank you so much harry, this is,” you took a longish pause wiping the tears away from your eyes. “this is the best gift i could ever get. oh my gosh. thank you baby.” you crawled over to his spot and gave him a big hug, basically tackling the boy to the ground, your actions making him chuckle as he wrapped his arms around your waist hugging you back just as tight. “oh just wait until you get your gift on christmas eve.” he mumbles under his breath. “hmm?”
“oh nothing.” he replied and kissed your forehead.
“i love you holland.”
“i love you too, y/l/n.”

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andallwaswell-ish  asked:

Draco dying his hair light blue

Harry can’t stop staring. His breakfast is forgotten. Malfoy’s hair is blue.

“Harry! Harry? What are you – “

“Malfoy.” Harry answers Hermione without looking away.

Ron pauses midway through a mouth of potato. “What?”

“Malfoy,” Harry explains again, “He – Look what he did.”

Hermione’s eyes remain fixed on Harry. “Don’t you think you need to stop obsessing over him? The war is over. We’re all on the same side.”

“No, look what he did to his hair!” Harry all but shouts. MALFOY’S HAIR IS BLUE.

Hermione and Ron finally follow Harry’s gaze to the Slytherin table to Draco Malfoy, blue hair and all.

“Bloody hell.”

“That is surprising,” Hermione admits.

“Maybe someone cursed him?” Ron suggests.

“I hope not,” Hermione frowns. “Like he doesn’t have enough to deal with – his mother is being retried this week.”

Harry’s chest constricts. “That’s this week?”

“Yes, Harry. I thought you were the one stalking him?”

“Well he has been sadder than usual. He’s been eating cereal since last Friday which is odd as he almost always goes for – what?” Harry stops at the looks Hermione and Ron are giving him.

Hermione shakes her head. “I was being facetious, Harry. I can’t believe you’re stalking him again.”

“I’m not stalking,” Harry clarifies, focusing his attention solely on Hermione and Ron to prove his point. Which is difficult when MALFOY’S HAIR IS BLUE. “I’m just observant.”

Hermione smiles wickedly and Harry already knows he’s stuffed before she opens her mouth. “Okay, then what do I usually eat for breakfast?”

Harry tries to eye her plate discreetly but she already has her hand covering it. He desperately tries to remember what she’d been eating only seconds earlier. “Uh….uh…”

“That’s what I thought.”

“I’m not stalking Malfoy,” Harry tries again.

Ron sniggers into his morning omelette. “Sure, mate.”

Hermione rests her head in her hands (revealing her breakfast of poached eggs). “Why don’t you go over there and ask him?”

“Ask him what?”

Hermione closes her eyes in obvious exasperation. “Why his hair is blue.”

“I can’t – “

“Mate, just go,” Interrupts Ron, now with a mouthful of tomato. “You’re going to be like this all day if you don’t.”


Malfoy looks up in surprise as Harry approaches, his cereal spoon hovering above his bowl. “Potter?”

“Malfoy.” Harry nods. He tries not to stare so openly at Malfoy’s hair but…it’s BLUE.

Malfoy drops his spoon and pushes the cereal away. He stares at Harry suspiciously. “Are you lost?”

“No, I – why is your hair blue?” Harry blurts out, unable to hold it in any longer.

One of Malfoy’s hands automatically jumps to his hair, as if he’d forgotten the colour for a moment. After the initial surprise, Malfoy’s turns defensive. “You got a problem with it?” He asks.

“No, not at all. It’s just – never mind. Forget I asked.” What was he thinking? What were Hermione and Ron thinking sending him over here? He turns to leave.

“it’s poetic, Potter.”

Harry turns back to Malfoy. “Poetic?”

Malfoy shrugs, and looks down into his cereal bowl. “I’m feeling blue. I dyed my hair to match. It made sense last night after the second bottle of firewhiskey.”

Harry considers this. “Your mother?” He asks, softly.

“Yes,” Malfoy says into his cereal.

“Do you – I mean, would you – would it help if I came with you?” Oh Merlin, did Harry really just say that?

Malfoy looks up, sharply. “Why would you want to do that?”

Harry feels his cheeks reddening. “Your mother saved my life,” he offers, which is true at least, but only a small part of his real motivation.

“Of course,” Malfoy says with a polite nod. Is Harry reading into it or does he seem…disappointed?

“And you might need…support.”

A small smile plays on the corner of Malfoy’s mouth. “I have friends, Potter.”

“Right, I didn’t mean to say – it’s just – I’d like to be there. For both of you.”

Malfoy tilts his head and looks Harry over with a curious gaze. This only makes Harry blush harder.

“Okay,” Malfoy finally says, “You can come.” He picks up his spoon and returns his attention to his cereal.


Harry can’t stop staring. His breakfast is forgotten. Malfoy’s hair is green.

“Go ask him, already.”


Malfoy looks up. This time he doesn’t seem surprised. “Potter. What brings you here?”

“You know what.”

Malfoy smirks. “Enlighten me.”

Harry stares at Malfoy’s hair. “Why green?”

Malfoy shrugs. “Just felt like it.”

Harry frowns. He wonders whether Malfoy’s being entirely truthful. “That’s not very poetic,” he points out.

“His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,” Malfoy whispers.

Harry blinks, processing. “What?”

“His hair is as dark as a blackboard. I wish he was mine, he’s really divine, the hero who conquered the Dark Lord,” Malfoy continues with a shy smile. “Poetic enough for you?”

Harry feels himself blushing again.

“Maybe I should have gone pink to match your face,” Malfoy suggests with a wink. Merlin, Harry might melt.

“You remembered the po – “

“I wrote the poem,” corrects Malfoy.

Harry frowns “But I always thought Ginny – “

Malfoy shakes his head. “Nope.”

“Does that mean you – that you used to – “

Malfoy interrupts with a roll of his eyes. “Like you?”

Harry gulps. “Yeah.”

“I thought that was obvious, Potter.”

Harry feels like his knees might buckle at any moment. This is really happening. He runs a hand through his hair nervously. “And now?” he asks.

Malfoy raises his eyebrows, a playful smirk on his lips. “I thought that was also obvious, Harry.”            

And just to be an infuriating bastard, Malfoy chooses this moment to dust himself off and leave the Great Hall, with one last wink at Harry.

Harry wants to follow but he thinks his legs may have turned into jelly. He has to grip the table tightly just to keep himself standing.


Harry can’t stop staring. Breakfast never stood a chance.  Malfoy’s hair is pink.

He doesn’t even bother to take a seat at his own table, instead heading straight over to the Slytherin side of the Great Hall.

Malfoy watches him as he approaches with a smug smile. “Pot – “

Harry interrupts by leaning down and smashing his mouth onto Malfoy’s, his hands reaching out to finally run through that gorgeous hair. The entire Great Hall is watching and Harry’s face is on fire, but none of that matters, because Draco Malfoy is kissing him back.

And his hair is bloody pink.

Get In Losers, We’re Going Curse Breaking.

I’ve been doing some research today (I can neither confirm nor deny I’m writing the sequel chapter to Dial Tone) and I just found out that Draco Malfoy’s wife Astoria supposedly dies really young due to a curse placed on her ancestor, which leaves both Scorpius and Malfoy devastated and I’m just…are you fucking kidding me????

Are you telling me that instead of the shitheap of fiction that was The Cursed Child, we could have instead had a story about young Scorpius Malfoy finding out about the curse laid on his mother, and being the Slytherin child that he is, deciding to find a way to break it. 

Like the possibilities, I can’t even, my brain is just…running away with the idea of what you could do with a story like that. Scorpius Malfoy finds out about his mother’s curse, and how his birth shortens her life, I mean…it’s like…there, in the title??? The Cursed Child???!?

And then you have Albus “Al” Potter being sorted into Slytherin but that doesn’t make him any less like his dad so when he finds out what his friend is trying to do he’s there, he’s 100% there to help, whatever his friend needs, Albus Severus Potter is there. His dad gave him the invisibility cloak after all, what’s to stop them using it to get into the Library and reading all the books. They get caught of course, and Professor McGonagall has this surreal moment of not quite déjà vu, at having a Potter and a Malfoy breaking the rules in front of her again, but as friends??? And they’re…they’re reading about healing magic and protection spells at 3am??? Slytherins??? Is…is it too soon to consider early retirement??? Asking for a friend???

And because Al is the precious little Slytherin that he is, he has absolutely no qualms about breaking into his Dad’s office, aka Harry Fucking Potter’s Office, at the ministry and finding out all he can about the most powerful ways to break curses. But first he needs to get there and maybe a few years ago asking his dad if he could come visit on the weekend might not have been weird but it’s weird now. Everything’s been weird since he got sorted into Slytherin but that’s not important now. What is important is he’s pretty sure he remembers a giant book chained to his dad’s office desk and he needs to get to it, but he’s a bit of a squib when it comes to flying, and apparition is still beyond him, but Rose can fly. 

And even though she’s been sorted into Gryfindor and they don’t talk as often as they used to it’s worth a shot right? And initially she calls him mad for wanting to do what he wants to do (just, a moment of pure Hermione shines through, “no, absolutely not, you’re going to get us expelled or worse”) but as she listens to him, the more he pleads adamantly and vocally on behalf of his friend who is just staring at the floor, the more she realizes, they’re serious. Scorpius hasn’t even attempted to flirt with her yet…or…at all really, not recently…and she can’t help but notice he looks a little thinner, a little paler, and the dark circles under his eyes look like bruises, and when he looks up there’s a look of harrowing sorrow behind those bright eyes and Rose Granger-Weasley says slowly, “No, I’m not stealing a broom just so I can fly Albus to the Ministry…” takes a deep breath and licks her lips, determination settling over her shoulders like a well-fitted cloak. “We’re all going. But first we need to get to the Burrow.”

“The Burrow?” Al frowns, doing that weird hopping skip of a run he does to keep up with Rose’s long strides as she turns. “Why are we going to the Burrow?”

“Because, you can fit more in the trunk of a Ford Anglia.”

But no, that’s fine I guess. We’ll just get some muddled bullshit about Bad Parenting, time turners and alternate universes, feat the deranged lovechild of HimWithoutANose and RacistLeStrange. Sure. Great.

Harry: Malfoy…

Draco: No, don’t even think about it.

Harry: We’ve been here for hours!

Draco: So I’m sure you can wait a couple more.

Harry: It doesn’t have to mean anything. Just a quick peck and –

Draco: I don’t want a quick peck.

Harry: Alright, I’ll use tongue then.

Draco: Potter! Don’t be crass.

Harry: I’m tired. And I’m hungry. And my legs hurt. So I’ll be as crass as I want, thank you very much.

Draco: So uncivilized.

Harry: At least I’m not such a proud snob that I can’t even lower myself to kiss someone just for a second.

Draco: The mistletoe can only hold us in place for seven hours so we’re already halfway there. Stop being so impatient.

Harry: Come on, Malfoy. I want to go to bed. Just let me kiss you.

Draco: No.

Harry: Why are you being so difficult about this? It’s just a kiss.

Draco: It’s not just a kiss, Potter. It’s never just a kiss.

Harry: What does that mean?

Draco: It means I am not kissing you.

Harry: Come on, it could be fun.

Draco: What did you just say?

Harry: I’ve been told I have a wicked tongue.

Draco: Potter! Stop. I can’t unhear that. What is wrong with you?

Harry: You’re really going to make us stand here for another three hours?

Draco: The mistletoe is making us stand here, Potter.

Harry: You’re infuriating.


Harry: Free at last! No thanks to you, Mal -  

 Draco: Do you still want to kiss me?

Harry: Excuse me?

Draco: I’m asking if you would be amenable to us kissing now, Potter?

Harry: You want to kiss me?

Draco: Yes. If –

Harry: So we’ve been standing here all night and now you’re telling me you want to kiss me?

Draco: Yes.

Harry: Are you having me on?

Draco: You haven’t answered my question. Are you amenable – “

Harry: Why didn’t you let me kiss you before?

Draco: I don’t want you to kiss me because you have to. I want you to kiss me because you want to.

Harry: You bloody bastard! Why didn’t you say this earlier? We could have solved this in two seconds if you just told me this. WE’VE BEEN STANDING HERE FOR SEVEN HOURS.

Draco: There’s no need to shout. If you’re not amenable to –

Harry: I AM AMENABLE. THAT’S WHAT I’M TELLING YOU. You made us wait seven hours for nothing. I’ve wanted to kiss you long before we got stuck under this stupid mistletoe.

Draco: Oh.

Harry: Seven hours. I can’t believe you.

Draco: Does this mean I can kiss you now?

Harry: No. Come find me in another seven hours and –

Draco: Potter!

Harry: Fine. But only because I can’t bear to wait any longer. Seven hours. You absolute twat.

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James Potter to Mrs. Wife: lily can we have another baby?

Lily Potter to Wears Socks to Bed: R u going to text me that every time Harry does something cute?

James Potter: yes

Lily Potter: U know if we got one every time u asked we’d have like 35 babies by now??

James Potter: i’d be okay with that

James Potter: they might give us our own tv programme

James Potter: lil and jim and their kin 

Lily Potter: Ur right what’s the point of having children if not to pimp them out for reality television

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Harry + live on tour 2017 comedy show:

  • “This is for you, big daddy”
  • “Thank you for popping my cherry, as you will.”
  • [After pointing out his label in the audience] “I would like to tell you, I suggested that “Kiwi” was the next single. I just like to suggest that a little more, because if we play it again they will take the hint.”
  • “If you’re gonna do it like that, Atlanta, you can have it as many times as you want.”
  • “The sash and tiara is misleading. It makes this seem like a bachelorette party.”
  • “I need you to be better. And I promise you I will play it as many times as it takes to get there.”
  • “Sois belle et tais toi. (Be pretty and shut up).”
  • “This used to be a church, correct? Very aware that I just screamed ‘I’m having your baby’ inside this church”
  • [When someone lied about it being their birthday] “Is it today? It’s not today? You’re a fraud.”
  • “The first time I came to Chicago was several years ago, and everyone says the same thing - ‘you have to try the pizza.’ Some people don’t like - there’s boos for pizza! Just a couple of gluten free people in the corner going ‘Boo! No pizza!’ Oh shut up! Didn’t mean to offend anyone gluten free. Gluten is a bad man and I’m sorry.”
  • “Oh you’re Finnish, I’m just getting started.”
  • “You do not go to that school. I’m afraid that’s not how it works. If you want a jumper, you have to do the time I’m afraid. Me, for example. I have loads of those jumpers. Did the time.”
  • “Do you feel lit?”
  • “Goodbye! Goodbye! Did you have fun? Bye! That’s how you beat the traffic.”
  • “Ruhe, bitte (silence, please)”
  • “I know I’m at a distance, but you are a handsome silver fox if I’ve ever said so.”
  • “I see a lot of you out there wearing some nice new garments… some of it says Harry….. looks like nice new merch… also available at the merch stand…”
  • “I find myself in a predicament. Here I am, about to sing my song Kiwi in a room full of kiwis and you weren’t loud enough”
  • “You prefer cheese? That’s why you came to see me!”
  • “I really need the toilet if I’m quite honest…Too much miso.”
  • “Cho kawaii! Cho kawaii! (You’re cute! You’re cute!)”
  • “I’m well aware I can’t do this without you all being here… It’d be rather boring. Just me talking to myself, kind of like soundcheck…”
  • “They’re wearing the exact same thing. How embarrassing. Let me tell you that is my worst nightmare.”
  • “This is a family show! Or is it?!”
  • “are you… are you wearing - are those boxer shorts? are those pajamas? you look great!”
  • “Anyone here didn’t camp? Shame on you!”

yes okay niall is a beautiful and pure sunshine puppy, but he can also be a sassy, sarcastic little shit who gets passive aggressive as fuck so greetings friends, let’s take a journey

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why u so bitter niall??? who hurt you? not that couch

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he likes to sass interviewers in particular

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this interview was the pinnacle though lbr, the interviewer was asking them the stupidest questions (the whole thing is gr8 go watch it here) so when niall wasn’t talking about his shoes or laughing at liam and harry trolling the interviewer he was doing this

oh and remember that one time an interviewer wanted to take a selfie but wouldn’t let niall take it??? im sure niall does

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niall does not take kindly to not being allowed to take the selfie

the most pure and friendly of humans but he doesn’t have the time for rude people ok

he definitely does NOT like when people throw things on stage

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yep not even the fans are safe

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or his band mates

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or his friends

sometimes he just says it all with a face

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he hates when people get his name wrong with the power of a million suns

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his tweets are more often than not lovely gibberish but sometimes we get gems like this;

basically i love nialls sense of humour and it is incredibly underrated

#switching #owling #bumping into each other

Prompts: @crazyconglasses
Author: @queenofthyme

Dearest Potter,

My mother insists that I write you to formally thank you for speaking on behalf of us at the Wizengamot. Without your testimony, we most certainly would have faced time in Azkaban.

So: thank you.

If you were expecting any heartfelt words of gratitude, then you’ve mistaken me for those hero worshippers who submit their amateur poetry about you to The Daily Prophet. Even as a child, I could write better poetry than that. 

Hoping to never speak to you again,

Draco Malfoy


Malfoy,

Please pass my appreciation on to your mother. I sincerely hope she is well.

As for you, I don’t need or expect your gratitude. That’s not why I helped you. You wouldn’t understand this of course, but those of us who have a heart, help others simply just to help others.

I also happen to enjoy and appreciate the notes people leave in The Daily Prophet for me. I’ve never heard any poetry from you, so I wouldn’t be so quick to throw stones.

Wishing you horrible misfortune,

Harry Potter


Don’t give me that load of crock, Potter. Even heroes have ulterior motives.

I also highly doubt you enjoyed last week’s poem: “I see Harry Potter’s emerald eyes, they sparkle and shine, all magic defies.” What does that even mean?

Seeing through your media-trained lies,

Draco Malfoy


Malfoy. You only think I’m lying because you can’t comprehend anyone’s perspective but your own.

That poem was heartfelt and thoughtful. I have a copy of it on my fridge - that’s a muggle appliance.

Rejecting your rude assumptions about me,

Harry Potter

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Have I mentioned how much I enjoy the thought of Harry and Draco back at Hogwarts years after they leave? If not, let me take a few moments of your time to elucidate:

  • Banter
  • Inter-house rivalry at the head table
    • inter-house rivalry between classes
  • Knowing (memorizing) each other’s schedule and casually bringing it up in conversation–with or outside of each other
  • Seeming like a married couple to everyone else but not realizing it themselves
  • Intense quidditch debates in the staff room
    • students like to hang around outside because they’re always loud and always hilarious (and sometimes often result in creative new insults to add to their repertoire)
  • Grading together in one of their quarters and snarking over ridiculous student answers
  • Quibbling over teaching methods to the point of pedantry just to be annoying to the other
  • Trying the “I’ve never been more shocked by student behaviour in my life” approach on students who misbehave, none of whom believe it because they’ve heard stories of Harry and Draco’s time at Hogwarts (usually by the other in classes, ex. Draco climbing a tree because he wanted Harry’s attention)
  • Patrolling the hallways over Christmas hols
    • “Here. This is the statue Flitwick said he’s caught kids fooling around behind. Go check it out.”
    • “Why do I have to go?”
    • “What are you, scared?”
    • “… Fine, you absolute tosser. …Woah, Malfoy, come check this out.”
    • “What? What is it?”
    • “Just get back here and you’ll see.”
    • “I’m not going to fall for your tricks, Potter. I’m not going back there.”
    • “Malfoy….”
    • Fine.”
      • They end up necking behind the statue like students
      • It becomes a repeat occurrence
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Alternate version of Hermione design. She’s bald, yes. I like to explore every possibilities and the only way of doing it is drawing and actually seeing it… This is all conceptual, so I’m just throwing a headcanon here. I’ve drawn her design along with my Harry and Ginny. Somehow, I like the way my bearded Harry looks at her side. 

Again, this is conceptual. An experimenting. Just giving something to imagine.

#teddy #auror #unresolved sexual tension

Prompts: @foxesandwands
Author: @queenofthyme

If you had told Harry Potter, back in his first year of Hogwarts, that he’d be sharing custody of a child with Draco Malfoy, he would have laughed. Loudly. But here he was, fifteen years later, and one of Teddy Lupin’s two legal guardians.

When Harry had accepted Remus’s offer to be Teddy’s godfather, although in the thick of war, he still never considered he’d actually have to raise someone else’s child. Teddy’s grandmother, Andromeda, had taken care of Teddy originally, which Harry was glad of - a 17 year old did not a father make. Still, he made sure to visit often. He knew what it was like to grow up without parents.

Harry wasn’t surprised that Draco visited just as often. Andromeda was his aunt after all, making Teddy his first cousin once removed.

Harry didn’t make a fuss the first time they’d bumped into each other at Andromeda’s, even though the last time they’d seen each other had been at Hogwarts, in the middle of a war, on opposite sides. He trusted Andromeda, and if she, as fiercely protective as she was, trusted Draco around Teddy, that was enough for Harry to do the same. Although, he still watched closely, curious to understand Draco’s behaviour.

Years past and Andromeda grew weary. She had already raised one child, and she was far too old to be chasing after another. As godfather, Harry knew it was his responsibility to take over as Teddy’s guardian, and no longer a teenager, he felt like he was ready. But Draco had insisted that it was he who should become guardian, as a blood relative.

They had argued like they might have back in their Hogwarts days, with taunts and snide jabs, even a  few hexes, before Andromeda put a stop to it. “How do either of you expect to raise a child if you still act like children yourselves?” She had yelled at them both, her words striking home as always.

Shared custody was Andromeda’s idea, but they both agreed it would be the best option for Teddy. He had already grown attached to both of them, and they both loved Teddy as if he was their own. On that, they were in agreement, if nothing else.

These days, they saw a lot of each other. Teddy made sure of that. They hadn’t quite reconciled all their differences, but they were civil, even polite to each other. They had to be for Teddy. But there was such a coldness to their interactions sometimes, that Harry wondered if it would be better if they just went at it, like they really wanted to. Said what they were really thinking.

Like that time when Draco dropped Teddy off at Harry’s office in the middle of a work day because he had an appointment, and Harry said, “Of course, no problem Draco. Please take your time,” but what he’d really wanted to say was, “You couldn’t have given me some warning so I could plan my day around this, you inconsiderate prat?”

Or the time Draco had taken Teddy on holiday and returned a day later than expected, and Harry said, “That’s okay, Draco, I’m glad you’re both back. I’m sure Teddy had a great time,” but what he’d really wanted to say was, “I thought you were both dead you selfish jerk, you never thought to owl ahead to let me know?”

Or last week when Draco had to reschedule their agreed custody routine because he had a date on Thursday night and Harry said, “Hope you have a lovely night,” but what he’d really wanted to say was, “I hope your date throws wine in your face and leaves you with the bill.”

It’s not like Teddy didn’t know what was going on. He was a perceptive kid. The whole situation was ridiculous.

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  • Ravenclaw: I feel trapped.
  • Hufflepuff: We're in the middle of an open field.
  • Ravenclaw: No, I feel trapped in this moment in my life. Where am I going? What am I doing? And how am I going to get to where I want to be?
  • Hufflepuff: We're going to charms class, we're going to be doing charms work, and usually hard work and dedication. Try to think in the now.
  • Ravenclaw: Well, in the now I'm contemplating an assault on you.
  • Hufflepuff: At least you're thinking about here and now!

Dance to the Distortion

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 10/10

Words: 97K

Summary:

Louis accidentally breaks Harry’s camera lens and in order to get it fixed, they decide to participate in a romantic couples study. The only issue is that they are not actually couple. Well that and the fact they cannot stand each other.

“We have to do the couples study.”

Harry looked at Louis as if he had sprouted an extra limb.

“What?”

“The couples study,” Louis rushed, pulling out the flier from his bag. “We can do it and get the money to fix your camera. Bang-boom, it’s sorted.”

“Did you miss the bit where it’s a couples study?” Harry snorted. He tightened his grip on his bag, “Surely, you’ve heard of the term before.”

Louis grabbed Harry’s shoulder and pulled him to a stop. When Harry didn’t turn around, Louis huffed out in annoyance and stepped in front of him. He settled his hands on his hips and jutted his chin upwards, waiting for Harry to look at him.

“Give me one good reason why it wouldn’t work.”

“I don’t like you,” Harry easily answered.

Louis rolled his eyes, “A better reason than that.”

“We’re not a couple, Louis!” Harry exclaimed, irises blown out as he looked over Louis’ face. “We can’t do a couples study because we,” He frantically gestured between the two of them, “Are not dating!”

“That’s why we’re gonna lie,” Louis smugly said as if it was the most brilliant suggestion.

Harry folded his arms over his chest, “You want to pretend to be my boyfriend?”

Harry: I wrote two ghosts the first time rob broke up with me lol

Yall: So harry and louis are broken up and this was harry’s way of breaking the news to us?

Harry: …no me and louis are still–

Yall: You know, I always though two ghosts was a love song but one joke later and I realize now that harry wrote it while seeing into the future that he and louis would break up tragically

Harry: …two ghosts isn’t a break up–

Yall: Feels like just yesterday I was talking about what a happy couple they were

We’re What’s Right In This World (50K)

story by: BriaMaria

art by: the extraordinarily multi-talented Rachel (@alivingfire)

… as part of the amazing @1dreversebang​ exchange. (read them all here.)


“Why did you talk like that in Brighton? If you weren’t planning on ever telling me?” Louis asked. “Is it because you think you’re going to die?”

“It’s war, Lou,” Harry said finally.

Louis shifted up, his palms cradling Harry’s jaw, his lips against his boy’s. Not kissing, just resting there, so Louis could feel him. “Promise you’ll come back to me.”

Harry’s hands smoothed down the sides of Louis’ body. “You know I can’t do that. I’ll never lie to you.”

“Promise me. We’re going to have our cottage. And our dogs. And our breakfast in the garden where nothing grows because of the wind from the sea. Promise me.”

“I won’t.” Stubborn as always, his boy. “I’ll promise you, I’ll love you all my life. I’ll promise you, you’ll never leave my thoughts. I’ll promise you, you’re my forever and my always. But promising you something I can’t cheapens the things I can.”


Or the World War II AU where Harry goes off to fight and all Louis wants to do is be the boy who brings him home.