Dean Thomas Appreciation Post

Dean Thomas doesn’t get enough love, so I’m here to fix that

  • you know who was good at drawing? Dean Thomas.
  • you know who was always loyal to harry? Dean Thomas.
  • you know who thought remus was the best teacher ever? Dean “cool sir!” Thomas.
  • you know who gets harry and seamus to be friends again? Dean Thomas.
  • you know who made a “potter for president” poster? Dean Thomas.
  • you know who argued with umbridge? Dean Thomas.
  • you know who put a hat on dobby at his funeral? Dean Thomas.
  • you know who was “good with a quill”? Dean Thomas.
  • you know who fought in the battle of hogwarts without a wand? Dean Thomas.
  • you know who offered to forge a signature on harry’s hogsmeade permission slip? Dean Thomas.
  • you know who was in love with seamus finnigan? Dean Thomas.
  • did i mention dean thomas is good at drawing?

Dean Thomas my friends.

Inter-House Friendships #4
  • *watching a scary movie*
  • Hufflepuff: *curled in a blanket burrito with just their eyes visible*
  • Gryffindor: *shoveling popcorn into their mouth with eyes glued to the screen*
  • Slytherin: *trying desperately to keep cool but is halfway into Hufflepuff's lap*
  • Ravenclaw: *flails wildly when scary things happen and accidentally kicks everyone at least twice*
lame
  • draco: harry, can you be my valentine?
  • harry: valentine's done
  • draco: then can you be my valendone?
  • harry:
  • harry: wtf draco. That was so l a m e
  • draco: just be my valentine!
  • harry in a sweet and sincere voice: i'll always be your valentine.
  • draco: pfft.
  • harry:
  • draco: wtf harry. That was so lame.
  • harry: you know what? This relationship is lame.
  • draco: omg no i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you harry!! HARRY POTTER YOU LISTEN TO ME RIGHT NOW!!1 i luv youuuuuuuuuuuu
Blind Date | Draco Malfoy

Summary: Reader’s friend sets her up to a blind date on Valentine’s Day, and as she arrives to the Three Broomsticks, she gets a big surprise.

Warnings: usage of (Y/F/N) – stands for “Your friend’s name”

A/N: Happy late Valentine’s Day ♡


“Come on, now. It can’t be that bad!” (Y/F/N) said as she pulled on (Y/N)’s arm, basically dragging her through the Hogsmeade’s entrance.

“Oh, yes! Because setting me up to a blind date isn’t an awful idea!” she spat back in annoyance.

It was Valentine’s Day, and as any other Valentine’s Day there had ever been, (Y/N) was spending it alone. Seeing as (Y/F/N) had gotten a partner herself already, they couldn’t really hang out anymore on such date, since (Y/N) made an awful third wheel –a very grumpy and spoiled one. So that was when (Y/F/N)’s partner came up with the brilliant idea that they should set up the girl to a blind date, allowing the couple to spend their good time alone.

“Really, (Y/N), he’s not that bad!”

As they walked past Honeydukes, the girl in the rather uncomfortable situation huffed and stomped her foot on the vanishing snow that lay on the ground.

“Who is it, then?” she asked.

“Well, well, well –if I told you it wouldn’t be a blind date anymore.” (Y/F/N) winked. (Y/N) groaned and pulled herself together as her friend began dragging her again towards the Three Broomsticks, where she and her “Secret Valentine” were supposed to meet.

As they finally approached the main door to the local, (Y/N) couldn’t help but notice how crowded it seemed to be, and how most of the customers were snogging or being all touchy –if not all of them.

(Y/N) turned violently to glare at her friend, and through gritted teeth, she said “You owe me.”

“You can thank me later.” her friend said as she patted her on the shoulder and began to leave. “Oh! By the way, don’t forget the red peonies!”

As (Y/F/N) waved an excited goodbye, (Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows and proceeded to enter the bar. The smell of butterbeer and a certain strong fragrance flooded through her nostrils as soon as she placed her foot inside, making her feel warm and dizzy at the same time. She fiddled with her fingers as she looked for someone who could assist her; she was a bit lost, after all. All she knew was that she had to find the bloody red peonies.

Hesitantly, she took a step forward and began to walk across the place, searching for the red peonies on every table. As she passed the fifth table with the lilac flowers, she grew slightly nervous and glanced around anxiously. And then, on the corner of her eye –she saw them.

The red peonies were sitting peacefully at the top of a circular table all the way to the back, in a comfy and inviting corner. Feeling her shoulders relax, she walked towards the table and sat down in the chair against the wooden wall. Taking off her scarf, she roamed the room with her eyes, waiting for her blind date to arrive.

“I’ll kill you, (Y/F/N).” she muttered to herself.

Ten minutes had passed and (Y/N) still sat by herself on the lonely corner of the Three Broomsticks. She kept playing with her hair, and then her scarf, and back to her hair again as she thought heavily. Was her date going to show up? Had she been stood up? Should she leave?

Just as she pondered on her options, the main door opened and she glanced up, maybe for the fifth time she had arrived. A blond boy, wearing black clothes and a confused look had entered the bar. Draco Malfoy.

(Y/N) decided it was best to ignore him, and keep waiting for her date at least ten more minutes, when, suddenly, she looked up again and saw Draco centimeters away from her table.

“Oh no,” she groaned as the boy looked over at her and stopped at the table.

“(Y/N)?” he asked with a hint of surprise.

“What do you want, Malfoy?” she automatically said in defense. Nonetheless, her narrowed eyes widened as she saw the boy sigh, to then take of his scarf and sit in front of her.

“It seems you’re sitting in my date’s seat, apparently.” he said, his eyes fixed on the table until he cast a glance at her.

(Y/N) was speechless, and as she moved her mouth like a fish gasping for air, all that she managed to croak out was “You?”

“Oh, don’t be so surprised.” Draco smirked, leaning back on the chair. “I think it was a bit obvious, don’t you?”

“How come?” she asked, still puzzled.

“Well, (Y/F/N) is dating my best friend, so it was no wonder they would do this, either just to mess with us or have a good laugh.”

As the boy stared at her intensely, he waited for her answer, but she still looked as though she had seen Severus Snape wearing khakis for the first time ever. Instead, she didn’t gave him an answer as she raised her finger awkwardly.

“Madame Rosmerta? Two butterbeers, please.”


It was now past 5 and Draco and (Y/N) still sat at their table in the corner. As soon as (Y/N) had downed her first butterbeer, she had finally loosened up and was capable of holding a conversation with the one and only Draco Malfoy, who wasn’t as awful as she thought he was. He was actually a pretty fun person, and nice to hang out with. It didn’t seem like it when he was around his gang.

As the clock stroked six, the candles began warming up the place, making it comfier than it seemed when they entered. They now sat side by side, whispering secrets to each other and laughing at certain people.

“Why would he wear such a hideous green bowler hat?”

“Where did she get a furry purple animal to make her coat?”

As they continued, (Y/N) suddenly watched Madame Rosmerta looking at them with a desperate look in her eyes.

“I think she’s tired of us.” she whispered into Draco’s hair, which was now awfully close to her chin.

Draco glanced slightly to his side to see the woman, but he didn’t want to move. He was too comfortable smelling the sweet vanilla perfume on (Y/N)’s neck. Nonetheless, he moved inches away from her neck, to be inches away from her face. They stared at each other in silence, not daring to move. Perhaps it was because they were too shy; perhaps it was because they hadn’t expected the date to go so well. Perhaps it was because they didn’t know if the other would react well.

“I think we should leave now.” Draco said, his smile softening as he pulled back and sat straight, fishing for money in his pockets.

(Y/N) cleared her throat awkwardly as she reached into her pockets too, only to be stopped by Draco.

“I’ve got this.” he said as he placed the galleons on the table. He stood up and threw his scarf around his shoulder just before grabbing the girl’s hand and helping her up.

They didn’t say anything as they walked out, with their finger intertwined tightly.

They stepped out into the cold, only to notice the white snow falling in the dusky night, decorating the locals and the stone street with its yellow lights. (Y/N) looked up momentarily, until she looked back at Draco to find him staring at her.

“I had a good time.” he said sincerely.

“Me too.” she breathed, and once again, they were stuck in the same situation of not knowing what to do. Suddenly, Draco stepped forward, and in a matter of seconds, his lips were touching hers, so tenderly and cautiously, like it was something forbidden, something he was afraid to wreck.

He pulled away slowly, and yet it felt too fast. And as he walked backwards, muttering a “see you around” to then turn around and leave, (Y/N) stood still, under the falling snow, her fingers now traveling to her face and touching her lips.

justawannabepunkkid  asked:

Hey! Can you write about a Slytherin girlfriend and a Hufflepuff boyfriend because I hardcore ship that and there isn't enough of it

Slytherin and Hufflepuffs have a very private relationship due to the prejudices regarding their houses and often make use of the kitchens as meeting points. The hufflepuff is either;

1) A total Hufflepunk with coloured hair who is often mistaken for the Slytherin in their relationship (because they switch clothes all the time anyways)

2) or a cinnamon roll who is the most cheesy flirter, using bad pick up lines and stupid nicknames

The Hufflepuff will often surprise the Slytherin with presents like chocolate and flowers, but never grand gestures, because he knows they embarass her. They do rap battles in their Pyjamas and the Slytherin will often go sit at the Hufflepuff table because she knows that they struck a deal with the house elves to get the most food, and ‘who knew you guys could be so cunning?’ the Slytherin will open up to the Hufflepuff, who feels honoured to be one of the four people in the world who know about her insecurities and fears.

Caught Part 2

(A.N. Hey, Guys! I just have to say writing this was been a roller coaster. When y’all wanted this to be a part 2 I had no idea what the plot was going to be but @thestrawberryblondehobbitbatch gave me such a good plot for it. I screen shot it of course but only half of it. IM A FUCKING DUMBASS! So I just wrote the story with what I had to work with. I messaged them and right when I finish writing I get their message that was sent an hour AGO. Go follow them because they dealt with all of my bullshit. Anyways, Enjoy O_o)

Originally posted by byaseashore


Snowflakes gracefully falling from the gray sky, find a place in the blond boy’s hair next to me who has his gaze set in the clouds.

“Princess it isn’t polite to stare you know.” The blond boy switched his gaze from the clouds to me. His normally blue-gray iris have shifted to light blue thanks to the snowy white surroundings.

Gripping his gloved hand a bit tighter I look down to the ground and blush. “Sorry.”

Draco gives a little chuckle and lifts my chin with his pointed finger.

His eyes directly into mine he says,”I love you.”

Feeling more heat come to my cheeks I replied softly,”I love you too, Draco.”

Moving his hand from my chin he puts it on my cheek chuckling he presses his warm lips against mine.

Swiping his tongue over my bottom lip, asking for permission, I open my mouth a bit to let his tongue roam my mouth.

Pulling away I move head into my elbow and sneeze.

“Are you cold, Love?”

“Yeah, a little bit,” I say tightening my house colored scarf around my neck.

“Go sit on that bench over there,” Draco pointed to one of the only benches that didn’t have any snow on it. “I’ll go get us some warm butterbeer.”

Going our separate ways Draco say from over his over his shoulder, “By the way Y/N you sneeze like a kitten.”

Laughing at his words I settle in the middle of the bench I wait for my ferret to come back.

Looking at the cloudy sky I feel a space beside me get occupied.

Looking to my left first I see a Slytherin I dread to see; Crabbe.

Crossing my arms over my chest I question,”What do you want?”

“Oh, me? Who said I wanted something?” Crabbe smirked

“Okay? If you don’t want anything I’ll be going.” I retort flipping my hair over my shoulder.

Standing up Crabbe grabs my forearm he murmurs, “Who said to get up, Princess?”

“I did! So LET GO of me!” I yelp at the tightness of his grip.

“Sit down, Princess.” Goyle threatened

“NO.” Struggling out of his grip.

“Let go of her!” A distant voice yelled.

Snapping my head towards the voice I see Draco with two mugs of Butterbeer making his way towards me and the unwanted Slytherin.

Draco pushing his way from the other Hogwarts students and the stores he gets stopped by Goyle.

“Princess I would sit because we’re about to get a show,” Crabbe smirks

I give the smirking Slytherin the death glare.

Turning my attention back to Goyle and Draco they were arguing until Draco drenched Goyle with the contents from one of the mugs.

Punching Goyle in the stomach. He runs passed Goyle and towards Crabbe and me.

Suddenly I feel two arms go around my waist and I get dragged down onto Crabbe lap.

Sitting on Crabbe lap I start to kick Crabbe with the heels of my boots.

“Stop that, Bitch.” Crabbe retorts digging his fingernails into my flesh.

Draco finally reaching us he looks at Crabbe with hate in his eyes.

“Let. Her. Go. Crabbe. Or I swear I will-”

“You’re so tough aren’t you, Malfoy. But I think you should really be a mate and –”

I feel Crabbe’s body tense looking at Draco for an answer his eyes hold confusion like mine.

Looking over Draco’s shoulder I see Professor Snape looking down on a Butterbeer covered Goyle.

Draco follows my gaze and see’s what I see.

“Shit.” Draco whispers

Snape’s black eyes move from the Butterbeer covered Slytherin to Crabbe, Draco, and me.

Goyle finger was pointed directly at us.

The greasy haired teacher started to make his way to the three of us.

“Draco, mate, no hard feelings, right? This whole thing is I mean was a joke.” Crabbe stuttered

“My ass.” I sassied

“Please don’t tell Snape-” trembled Crabbe

“Don’t tell me what, Mr.Crabbe?”

“Nothing, of course, sir.”

“Then why is Ms.L/N sitting on your lap?”

Releasing his grip from me he pushed me from his lap I almost hit the ground but Draco caught me before I did.

“I don’t know s-she just sat on me.”Crabbe stuttered

“Is that true Mr.Malfoy?”

“Of course not, Professor. He forced her to sit on him.” Draco said helping me to my feet.

“She even has marks to prove it.” Draco notes showing Snape the crested moons on my forearm.

Snape’s eyes examined my arm then examined the extremely looking Crabbe.

“Mr.Crabbe please come with me. Get Mr.Goyle too and meet me in my office.”

Crabbe slowly nodded and got up from the bench and went to go gather his other half.

“Mr.Malfoy since this is your first offense I will not tell your father about this. But if this happens again I’ll have no choice. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir. I do.”

Snape turned around sharply his black clock following him. He began to walk towards Hogwarts.

Draco moved his gaze from Snape to me. “Love, are you okay? I’m sorry I should have brought you with me. I–”

“Draco I’m fine just a little cold.”

“After all of that, you’re just a little cold?”

“Yep.”

Draco chuckled grabbing my hand and placing a kiss on it.

“Let’s go warm you up them,” Draco said winking at me.

Chuckling at my red cheeks we made our way to the castle.