5 galleons

the half-blood prince is literally the funniest movie out of all of them because:

1. harry with the pincers 

2. cormac throwing up all over snapes shoes  

3. hermione telling off lavender in the hospital wing 

4. harry with the felix felicis in general 

5. THE PINCERS 

6. “how much for this?” “5 galleons” “how much for me?” “5 galleons” “i’m your brother.” “10 galleons

7. “why is it when something happens, its always you three?” “believe me, professor, i’ve been asking myself the same question for 6 years.” 

8. “who’s harry potter?” “oh, no one. bit of a tosser really” 

8. did i mention the PINCERS YET 

9. “she’s only interested in you because she thinks you’re the chosen one” “but i am the chosen one*gets hit with newspaper* “ok sorry, kidding

10. “it’s no joke! i’m in love with her.” “alright fine, you’re in love with her. have you actually met her?” “no….can you introduce me?

If you think Hinny wasn’t that couple that made bets about there kids lives then you’re wrong.

“Bet you 5 galleons he’ll tell us he’s gay by Christmas”
“Please Harry, Albus is just like you, it won’t be until we find him and Chad making out in the broom closet that he even considers telling us. I bet 15 it’ll be 2 years before he tells us.”
“You better be ready to pay up, Weasley.”

“Bet you he’ll be head Auror by 40.”
“James is more ambitious than that. 10 galleons says he’ll have my job by 30.”
“You’re on, Potter.”

“Bet you they’ll still be dancing around each other when they’re old and gray.”
“Have you seen the way Scorpius has been looking at her since Christmas. It’ll be soon. 8 galleons says the lily pendant Lily got anonymously for her birthday was from him.”
“Let’s make it 20.”

  • James: Bye, Mum!
  • Euphemia: That's a lot of gel in your hair.
  • James: What?
  • Euphemia: Smells quite strongly, too.
  • James: Mum! Why are you only telling this to me now?
  • Euphemia: I'm just mentioning it. I can see you've got a lot in, that's all.
  • James: I can't wash it now, can I? I've not got time! Merlin, Mum, I don't know why you're like this sometimes!
  • James:
  • James: Can I borrow 5 galleons?
  • Sirius: And by "borrow," he means "spend and never give back.
How much the signs are worth

Gemini - 4 galleons, 1 sickles and 3 knuts
Scorpio - 100 galleons
Capricorn - 1 Knut
Libra - 6 galleons
Aries - 5 sickles
Leo - 4 knuts and an owl treat
Taurus - 2 galleons
Pisces - 1 galleon, 2 sickles
Aquarius - 4 sickles
Cancer - 10 galleons, 5 sickles and 1 Knut
Sagittarius - a liquorice wand
Virgo - 3 knuts

Requested: yes

Requests are open and i’ll try to do as many as i can tomorrow

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“Good luck (y/n)”
“Ive got 5 galleons on Slytherin, don’t let us down”
The Slytherins were shouting at you as you made your way through the great hall. You were playing against Gryffindor today and as one of the three chasers, everyone was expecting you to help win for Slytherin, as Malfoy rarely caught the snitch. You passed him and his belittled followers hoping for them not to say anything, of course, nothing goes your way.

“Hey (y/n), worried about the match?” He growled trying to annoy you. You ignored him and walked on

“Maybe you’ll actually get some points for Slytherin” He and his group of followers laughed.

“And maybe if you stop focusing on Potter, you’ll actually catch the snitch before him. Then again, you need to watch him so you know where the snitch is, don’t you Malfoy?” You spat at him. He muttered something incoherent and turned around, his friends giggling at him. You walked away, not letting him het to you today.

You didn’t understand why he hated you. You were a pureblood and a Slytherin. You weren’t widely known as a ‘blood traitor’ and you had never really insulted him, that is until he started throwing horrible comments your way, then there was hell. You were just like each other, so much that when Draco became 'the Slytherin Prince’ you were called 'the Slytherin Princess’.

You were up in the air on the quidditch field at your starting position. You looked around you as Madam Hooch walked onto the pitch. You noticed Malfoy staring at you so you gave him a questioning look, to which he replied by quickly changing his expression to one of disgust. You rolled your eyes and focused your attention on Madam Hooch, who was just about to release the quaffle.

“Now i want a nice, clean game, from all of you!” She instinctively shouted as she release the quaffle into the air. You instantly dove for it but were too late as Katie Bell, one of the Gryffindor chasers, got there seconds before you, you flew after her and were able to get it off her.

“Slytherin has the quaffle. (Y/l/n) passes to Pucey, then to Montague and back to (y/l/n) who scores ten points for Slytherin.”

Slytherin cheered as you flew back waiting for the Gryffindor keeper to pass the quaffle. You were reaching to take it from Angelina Johnson when George hit a bludger at you. You kept reaching for the quaffle, not noticing the bludger until it was too late. It forcefully hit your the arm you were extending and you heard a loud crack, presumably from your wrist. You kept going though. Unfortunately, Crabbe and Goyle were at the other end of the pitch, not noticing what was going on, so you had no protection when Fred, who was at the other side of you, hit the bludger back at you. This time, instead of your arm, it hit you in the side of your ribs. You were knocked ff your broomstick as Fred was so close when he hit you back. You tried to grab onto your broomstick but couldn’t, as the pain from your ribs and wrist collectively was too much for you to reach for.

You fell to the ground, you weren’t that high up so you knew you would live to say the least. The last thing you saw was what you thought to be platinum hair racing down towards you, then you hit the hard ground and passed out

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open. You vision was slightly blurry but you could still make out the rough image of a person sitting across from the hospital bed you were in. The figure came into focus a bit more and you recognised the platinum blonde hair that could only belong to Draco Malfoy. Wanting to be sure it was him, you spoke up,

“D-Draco?” You asked clearly in pain. His head shot up and he looked directly into your eyes. His eyes were red and puffy as if he was in some form of distress.

“Are you okay” he asked with a hint of urgency in his tone. You searched his face for any signs of malice but he seemed genuine with worry

“Yeah I’m fine” you replied still not truly convinced. You tried to get up but the shooting pain in your ribs quickly threw you back onto the bed, causing you to scream in pain

“OW MOTHER FU-OWWW” you grimaced, noticed the look you were receiving from Madam Pomfrey half way through your sentence and quickly re-chose your words. Madam Pomfrey went back to whatever it was she was doing and left you alone with Malfoy.

“Madam Pomfrey said that you weren’t to move and that it’d be sore if you did” he said looking down

“Really?” You questioned sarcastically “wish i could have figured that out. Thanks.” You rolled your eyes at him and started to inspect your injuries. Draco was going to retort but noticed what you were doing

“You’ve got one broken rib, two bruised ones and a broken wrist. You’ll get out of doing any homework until it’s all healed though.” He said, his eyes looking over you. You smiled slightly at the thought of no homework but still couldn’t understand why Malfoy was being civil, or why he was here at all.

“What are you doing here? Come to brag about how you caught the snitch or what?”

“No i-”

"So you didn’t catch the snitch then?” You cut him off

“I did, but that’s not why i’m here” he said laughing slightly

“Then why?” You asked, actually wanting an answer from him

“I just…. I just wanted to make sure you were okay” he said looking slightly saddened

“Okay…. That sounds fake but okay.” You said wryly

“No (y/n) i swear. I genuinely wanted to see how you were” he smiled softly at you, causing you to lightly blush. You smiled back at him for a moment, before he spoke again.

“I actually eh…..” He trailed off

“Yes?” You waited

“I’ve really liked you for a while now (y/n) and just never really knew how to tell you. I was a jerk to you in 1st and 2nd hear then after that i thought you hated me so i kept up with the whole being an ass thing and I’m so sorry” he gasped in one breath, making him pant after. You laughed at him not knowing if he was being sincere. After seeing the hurt look on his face when you did, you could tell he meant what he said.

You guessed that you had a bit of a crush on Draco. You really fancied him in first year and wanted to be his friend, but he was a dick so you found better friends. Did you still have a crush on him though.

“I like you too Draco” you smiled at him, him grinning in return. He took the hand that wasn’t bandaged and you both stayed there for a while. You spent the next few hours just talking about anything you could think of. Every now and then Draco would lightly squeeze your hand or run his thumb over the back, you didn’t let it show but you loved it. You both stayed there for hours, Madam Pomfrey even let Draco stay overnight so you weren’t alone, you think she just liked seeing you together though.

Headcanon that fantasy Quidditch is totally a thing

At Hogwarts you always know when it’s a big match day because half the students are attached to their radios to hear how their players are doing

In the 70s the Marauders are all uber competitive and more than one fight breaks out in the dormitory over fantasy quidditch

Lily thinks they’re all crazy

When Harry is at school he doesn’t notice the fantasy league because he’s Harry and doesn’t he have enough to think about already?

But when Ginny goes pro oh my god Harry gets SO into it and he always picks her to be on his fantasy team because DUH and he goes to all her matches and is really smug when she kicks ass cause “hell yeah not only am I gonna go home and hit that but I just made 5 galleons off my wife’s bad-assery”

The Weasley boys all feel odd picking their little sister for their fantasy teams but eventually they realize she’s good as fuck and so they suck it up and Ginny never lets them forget it

When the Ginny and Harry’s kids are old enough the entire family does their own fantasy league and they get SO competitive

And Lily Luna wins every time and nobody knows how