Hermione-granger

Whenever anyone comments that Ron and Hermione wouldn’t have lasted long-term, I remind them that there are 19 whole years prior to the epilogue that we don’t see. We have no idea how much they changed and grew over those years. We also know comparatively little about Hermione’s pre-Hogwarts childhood, but based on her mannerisms, I imagine she had rather strict parents. I feel like she needed to end up with someone like Ron, who could bring out the mischievous, fun-loving side in her.

The second cast for Harry Potter and the Cursed Child!

The new character portraits for Cast two of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child have been released and their stunning! I’m loving the aesthetic and how that last years background was blue and this years is a greyish brown. I really hope that I’ll be able to see the second cast on stage!

Places Between Folds | Draco Malfoy [Part 4]

Character: Draco Malfoy

Word count: 1,111

Warnings: None

Previous Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

*Gifs not mine, credit to whoever made it*

Originally posted by nellaey


“How could you keep it from me (Y/N), we are best friends, I thought we were best friends” “Harry said looking serious.”Harry, we are best-” he kept going completely ignoring what I was telling him “I can´t believe you keep it from me, oh and we haven’t got to the crucial subject. Out of all the guys, you could’ve chosen to date you picked Malfoy.” He let it all out with a desperate whisper clearly mad and hurt. “This,” I said pointing at himself trying so hard not to tear up “Is exactly why I didn’t tell you, you are going crazy about it and it isn’t helping. I know we-I hid it from you, from everyone, because he is Malfoy. I know what people would’ve said if we acted like a normal couple, especially you. I stood up and went back to my room avoiding any further arguing. 

I couldn’t sleep so when the light started to creep into the room I got up and tried to make myself look less like shit and more like a human. Quietly I left the room with my bad and books and went outside to the take a walk. I saw Hagrid on his garden taking care of his pumpkins. “Good morning Hagrid” I greeted him giving him a smile. “the pumpkins are looking good.” 

“Ohh, Good mornin’ (Y/N)” He smiled at me “I be’ they’re, ma babies are growin’ pretty big. Soon they’ll be the size o’ Fangs,” he said pleased with himself as he kept watering the pumpkins. ” wai’ a minu’, wha’ are yeh doin’ here this ear’y” he looked down at me. “I woke up like wanting to take a walk you know, before breakfast.” I lied. Well,  in tha’ case enjoy the fresh air before yeh go ter breakfas’” After our little chat I made my way to the Great Hall almost at the door I hear my name being called.

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sarazellman  asked:

sirius x hermione - "do you have a lighter?"

I can’t help but feel like I’ve just opened a bag of candy! I love writing Sirimione!!! I hope you’ll like this love!


Sirius stopped talking to Sarah and watched as Hermione moved towards the door, sliding in between the crowd. Somehow no one noticed her silent disappearance.

“You okay?” the woman asked and he nodded his head, his mind already focused on Hermione’s disappearing form. He mumbled an apology as an automatic response and moved. He was not as gentle as Hermione as he pushed the Saturday night crowd apart so he could walk.

He took the fresh night air into his lungs with a deep breath and his eyes scanned the people outside, making phone calls or smoking. Although Hermione was easy to spot, with her wild hair and that muggle dress she was wearing.

“Do you have a lighter?” she asked a guy, whose smile was far too happy for being asked a lighter, and Sirius with his battle-ready reflexes lit her cigarette, cutting the other guy off.

Hermione looked at him startled and Sirius smiled. The scowl of the other guy was completely ignored, of course.

“Sirius, what are you doing here?” she asked.

“Exactly what you are doing, love,” he said, lighting his own cigarette. She puffed the smoke out of her mouth and laughed bitterly.

“I highly doubt that,” she said.

Sirius frowned, leaning on to the wall, and effectively cutting off other people’s vision of her, so their conversation could remain private.

“I thought you were fine,” Sirius said. He meant it too, they were having fun. He was flirting with her, as he’d been gradually doing for several months now, and he had thought they were on the same page. But there was a certain distance on her now, maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe she was over-thinking things. He just hoped she wouldn’t lose her interest in him.

“I was fine, why wouldn’t I?” she said and huffed a bit.

“Was?” Sirius probed.

Hermione glared at him, and he knew he was being assessed by her vicious stare. Just that look was enough to make him ache.

“Why are you playing with me?”

The question hit him like a bucket of water. His lips went dry instantly.

“Playing with you?” he said, unable to form a unique sentence.

“Yes! And you know, you can I suppose, I mean you can flirt around, but I’m stupid and I think when someone flirts with me I assume they mean it. I suppose I shouldn’t, of course! I mean that’s awfully presumptuous and I must be misunderstanding, but -if you could stop it I would appreciate it!”

Sirius didn’t know what was happening.

No. Really. What was happening?

“Hermione,” he reached to stop her continuing. “I am flirting with you, what makes you think I don’t mean it?”

Hermione looked at him, seemingly confused. She never could hide her emotions, especially when she had drunk. And boy, did she drink. He could barely keep up with her.

“Well, that- that- woman you were talking to -I’d call her a bimbo but she wasn’t, was she, pretty  and gorgeous and beautiful and she made you laugh so she can’t be too bad- and it’s very wrong to assume bad about women that flirts with the man you want for yourself, like -I hate that I hate her-” Sirius wasn’t sure how could he stop her ramblings.

“Who? What girl? Sarah?” he asked, finally understanding what she was talking about.

“Whatever the hell her name is!”

The cigarette she was holding flew out of her hand and landed on the ground, and was smashed for emphasis by the heel of her dainty shoe. Sirius watched the whole thing as if everything was in slow motion, and he looked back at her.

She was angry with him.

She was jealous of him.

Sirius couldn’t help the grin forming on his face before he kissed her.


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anonymous asked:

HP Excessive Swearing Edition: "There's no need to call me sir, Professor." "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU LITTLE BITCH...Jesus, just like your goddamn father..."

And Harry would be like “Oh you did NOT just fucking say that, shitmaster!”

And Ron would be like “Oh, fuckin’ show ‘im Harry! OOooooOOOOOoooooH!”

And Hermione would be like “Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit” under her breath.

My minimalist aesthetics

There is my favorite aesthetics. All essence of houses in minimalist

Gryffindor
good students, very proud of their faculty, intelligent

Hufflepuff
funny, animal lovers, glitter, food

Ravenclaw
the best students, stylish and comfortable clothes, they don’t think that they could be on another faculty

Slytherin
plants and nature, painting, ambitious