also harry is still a pillow

tangled up in you 45k

by missandrogyny (paynner on tumblr) 

Harry blinks once. And blinks again. And says, his voice dangerous: “Niall, did you get me a mail-order bride?”

Because what the actual fuck. It kind of looks like Niall’s just purchased a person. For Harry.

Niall blinks back at him for a few moments, before throwing his head back and howling with laughter. Harry throws a pillow at him. Hard. “No, what the fuck, Harry.”

“A prostitute then?” Harry also doesn’t want a prostitute.

“Of course not!”

“A stripper?”


Damn, he’s running out of ideas. He settles for launching another pillow at Niall’s head. Niall bats it away easily, still laughing. “Stop!”

“What did you get me, then?!” Niall must hear the tinge of hysteria in his voice, because he’s pulling himself together, trying to stop himself from laughing.

There’s still a big grin on his face, though, when he says, “I got you a professional cuddler.”

A professional…what. “What?”

Harry Potter can’t sleep (and neither can Draco Malfoy)

prompt: pillow covers (thanks @miniemcgee)

Fuck this, Harry thinks, listening to the rustle of Malfoy’s sheets as the insufferable git rolls over for what has to be the fifth time in as many minutes. And fuck McGonagall for assigning Draco Malfoy, of all people, to be his roommate. No wait, Harry immediately takes this back. Even in his internal monologue he isn’t comfortable disrespecting McGonagall.

Still Malfoy is a nightmare to dorm with. Merlin, Harry would much rather be having a nightmare – at least then he’d actually be sleeping! Malfoy tosses and turns all night. He gets up and visits the bathroom two-three times every night. What, does he have a bladder the size of a peanut? It’s ridiculous.

All Harry wants is to sleep. All Malfoy seems to do every night is make as much noise as possible. Harry mentions it to Ron once at breakfast. Even though all the eight years have been given new shared “houseless” dorms, thankfully they’re still allowed to sit at their house tables. Harry is incredibly grateful for this. It’s bad enough staying awake all night listening to Malfoy, he’d hate to have to put up with him in the daylight as well.

“What the bloody hell are you talking about?” Ron asks.

“He makes noises, Ron, in his bed. All night!” Harry explains, desperate for someone to understand his frustration. It’s constant, night after night. Rustle rustle rustle.

Ron looks at Harry like he’s lost his mind, a faint blush on his cheeks. Harry doesn’t bring it up again.

Draco is tired. So very tired. He can’t remember ever not feeling tired. It’s been so long since he’s been able to really sleep. At least two years, maybe more. Probably more. He thought things would change after the Battle of Hogwarts. That Voldemort’s death would give him peace. But it hasn’t. Nothing seems to. He doubts anything ever will.

Every night it’s the same. He lies in bed desperately willing himself to sleep, for his body to give in and relax. But the relaxation never comes. Sure he gets bits of rest here and there but it’s always fleeting, never enough. The morning takes a lifetime to arrive and yet, somehow, it’s always too soon.

Tonight he studies late in the library. He pushes himself to remain for as long as possible. What’s the point in going to bed anyway? Finally the exhaustion becomes too much for him and he heads back to the dorm, all the while knowing the exhaustion isn’t enough to grant him sleep. It never is.

His dorm is dark. Potter must already be in bed. He is surprised by how early all the eighth years go to bed. In Slytherin lights out was always well after midnight. Unfortunately, not many others from Slytherin have returned to Hogwarts to back him up on this. So everyone seems to retire by 10pm every night.

He stumbles around the dark room, trying to be quiet, his arm reaching out in front of him searching for his bed pole to grasp, while his eyes adjust. There. Using the bed post as a guide, he lets himself fall into bed.

Ah. His body crumples inwards, pleased. It takes all Draco’s determination to keep his body upright throughout the day when all he wants to do is collapse. His body craves for sleep all day and then when he finally gets to bed, nothing. Yet another restless night.

Except today something feels different. His pillow is softer somehow, his blanket warmer. There’s something else too.  A strong, commanding scent he’s never noticed before. He breathes in deeply and lets it wash over him. Grapefruit. Honey. Ginger. It’s comforting. And familiar. He takes another breath. And another. His eyes close.

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Harry Styles - “Confessions” Part Four

Alright… there’s gonna be a part 5. But, let’s do this! Part four of the ‘Confessions’ series!! Hope you guys like this one as much as you’ve liked the others. Let me know! It’s a touch happier … or is iiiiit?

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight

Harry groaned as he awoke, the sunlight poured down on him and he felt a layer of sweat on his forehead from the light as well the body pressed into his. When he lifted his head, finding that it rested on the back of his couch instead of his pillow, he had a moment of confusion before he remembered. You being curled up in his arms, still fast asleep against his chest, also helped jog his memory. 

It took him a moment to realize what had woken him but he quickly realized it was his phone buzzing in his pocket. He knew there was no way to pull it out and answer it without waking you so he let it continue until finally it stopped. Harry sighed, taking in a deep breath as he rest his head on top of yours, his cheek resting against your soft and sweet smelling hair. 

He was just starting to drift off back into his nap when his phone began going off again. Apparently whoever was calling him really needed to have a chat. He opened his eyes and sighed, wondering how he could possibly do this. He didn’t want to wake you but it seemed whoever was ringing him wasn’t going to give up. He shifted a bit to the side until eventually he was able to slide out from under you, helping you lay back gently onto the couch, thankfully still fast asleep. 

He didn’t even care about the phone call in that moment as he stared down at your slumbering and peaceful face. All he had seen the last while was pain and heartache but now it was all gone, just for a little bit at least. He couldn’t help as he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth, bringing a large and ringed hand up to brush a few hairs off of your face. The moment was then ruined by the phone once again going off. He knew he had no choice now but to take it.

When he left the living room, heading down the hall towards the kitchen, he pulled the phone out and felt his heart rate increase when he saw his mom’s name and face flashing across his screen. Why would she be calling him so many times? He hadn’t told her what was going on, he told his sister as he had gone to stay with her the night he had told you but she had sworn not to tell their mother. 

“Mum?” He questioned, answering the phone finally, as he opens the back door in the kitchen and steps out onto the back porch. “Is everythin’ alrigh’?” He questions as he leans against the railing of the deck, running his fingers over the hard wood. 

“You tell me, Harry.” Came her reply. No hello, no greeting, no asking how he was. Yeah, Harry knew in that moment that she had definitely found out. 

“Did Gem tell you, then?” He mutters, hoping it was from his sister and not that the media had gotten wind of the situation. Even with both parties involved having signed an NDA, which he hated having to see your face as you had to agree not to talk about how he knocked up a girl, these things could still get out and he dreaded the moment that they did. 

“She shouldn’ have had to, Harold, why haven’ you come to me abou’ all of this?” Harry sighed, hanging his head, unsure of how to answer. The truth was that he was afraid of his mothers disappointment. He felt he had made her so proud up until now and what a way to ruin that than with a situation like this. He had already broken the heart of one important girl in his life, he couldn’t handle doing it to another one just yet. “So it’s true then? You got a girl pregnant?” 

“Yes, mum.” Harry mutters, running a hand through his hair before his fingers begin to play nervously with his bottom lip. “Well, I go soon to have a paternity tes’ done, bu’ as of now we are almos’ certain tha’ I am the fathe’,” 

“And Y/N left you?” Harry hadn’t spoken to his sister since before he left for LA so of course she wouldn’t know that you had for some reason agreed to join him on this little adventure. “The one girl who could handle your lifestyle, put up with everything she’s had to, and you go and do this to her.” That was exactly what Harry hadn’t wanted said to him. He already knew all of this but to hear that disappointment, the disbelief, in his own mothers voice hurt almost as much as he imagined it would. 

“She’s here in Los Angeles with me.” His mother was silent on the other end. “We broke up, yes, bu’ she knew…” He sighs. “I don’ deserve her to, bu’ she came to help me through this.” He hears his mothers answering sigh as she took this information in. 

“Wha’ are you going to do, Harry?” Her voice was full of concern now. She had gotten out her reprimanding and now it was time to make sure her son was okay. No matter how upset with him she was, he was her son and she would support him through this. 

“I don’ know, mum.” Harry had done so well at keeping the tears at bay but in that moment he broke again. The tears fell a few at a time down his stubble covered cheeks, his green eyes shining as he hung his head, resting it on his arm that was supporting his weight on the rail of the deck. 

“Oh, Harry.” She sighed, picking up on the brokenness of her son on the other end of the phone. 

“I can’ do this,” He turns and takes a few steps over to a deck chair, falling into it as he wipes at his wet cheeks and stares off across his green lawn before he closes his eyes, resting his head against he back of the chair. “Wha’ do I do, mum?” His voice was so quiet as he begged him mother to help him through this even though he knew that she couldn’t. No one could. 

“We will take this one day at a time, love, okay?” She offers, her voice calm and reassuring. “I’ll fly out there as soon as I can.” 

“No, mum, you don’t have to do tha’.” Though as soon as she had offered, Harry knew he needed her to. He needed that motherly hug, that parental guidance as he began to navigate his own way into potential parenthood. 

“Too late, I’m lookin’ at flights now.” She argued and Harry knew it was a lost cause - not that he would fight hard for her not to come anyway. “You and Y/N need someone to help you through this.” 

“Thank you.” Harry didn’t even have to say it as more than a whisper but Anne picked up on his gratitude fully anyway. 

“How is she doing? Y/N?” As Harry thought back to you, fast asleep and peaceful inside, he had to bite at his lower lip to keep the tears from falling again but when he opened his mouth to speak nothing but a jumbled mess of words came out. 

“She’s.. I.. i-i mean..” And then a small, quiet sob fell from his mouth and Anne sighed. “She’s never goin’ to forgive me, mum. I’ve lost her.” He squeezes the bridge of his nose between his fingers as he looks down at his feet, more tears leaking down his damp cheeks. He didn’t even try to wipe them away now. It would be pointless as his eyes were burning with fresh tears, surely not stopping any time soon.

“Harry, love, true love always finds a way.” 

“Mum, this isn’t some romantic movie. This isn’t going to jus’ resolve itself and everyone is goin’ to be all happy in the end. I fucked up, cheated on the most importan’ person in my life, lied to her about i’ and only told her when I had to because I found ou’ I had gotten the girl I cheated with pregnant. Would you forgive Robin if he did tha’?” Anne was silent and Harry knew it was because she knew he was right. “No matter how much her and I love each other, this is i’. She won’ forgive me and I’m tryin’ to come to terms with tha’.” But with the tears still falling down his cheeks he knew he was no where near close, if he ever really would be. 

Just then, Harry turns as the back door opens and out you step. You had woken moments before to find Harry gone but heard his voice outside and came to see where he had gone off to. You had heard what he’d just said and he watches you as you walk across the deck and comes to take a seat beside him. 

“Your mum?” You ask, gesturing towards the phone. Harry gives a nod, simply watching you, trying to see if you were going to say anything more but you don’t so he looks away and sighs. 

“I should probably go, bu’ le’ me know when you’ll be here and I’ll le’ you know about the paternity test.” He says to his mother who takes a deep breath on the other end of the line, still full of concern for her son but now that she had heard your voice on the other line knew he would talk no more about the situation. 

“I will, Harry. I love you.” Harry couldn’t help but smile. Even so much as his mothers voice made him feel better, knowing that she still loved him after he fucked up like this helped a lot. He only wished he could hear those three words from the girl sitting beside him. 

“Love you too, mum.” 

“Give Y/N my love as well. Bye now, darling.” With that, his mother ends the call and Harry sighs as he puts the phone down on the seat behind him and looks over at you, finally wiping at his damp cheeks. 

“Mum sends her love.” He mutters. You can’t help but smile, biting at your lower lip. “She’s comin’ out here. Gemma told her abou’ all of this and she said she wan’s to help up through this.” 

“That is very sweet of her.” And not shocking at all. Anne had always been the best support system you and Harry had in your relationship. She would listen to you both, helped you through tough times and much to your benefit told Harry when he was being an idiot. “You hungry?” You eventually ask after it was silent between the two of you for a few moments. 

“Always.” He answers, looking over at you as you smile a bit. He returns it, one corner of his mouth upturned in a genuine grin. 

“Let’s go out to eat. Somewhere nice where we can just enjoy some good food, strong drinks and .. nice company.” You lean over, nudging him a bit with your shoulder. 

“Sounds much bette’ than sittin’ here all nigh’ bein’ sad.” Harry responds and you agreed, which is why you had suggested it. There was only so much more silence you could take before it drove you more insane than you already felt. 

“Hear anything about going to do the test?” You wonder later in the night after a nice meal at a restaurant the two of you had gone to many times on many dates in the past. It had exactly what you wanted, good food, good drinks and great privacy. 

“He sen’ me an email while we were eatin’.” Harry responds, shrugging a bit as he drives back towards the house with you in the passenger seat beside him. “It’s tomorrow mornin’.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You questioned but thinking about it, you knew why. The two of you had been having such a lovely evening. He didn’t want to ruin it by talking about anymore of this baby stuff. The two of you had shared jokes, laughs, and stories. Even 4 years together you could always find stories to tell one another and Harry was happy to see that they could still do that. Maybe there was hope after all. 

“Didn’ wanna bring it up.” He answered, focusing on the road before him. “You don’ have to go with me. It is gonna jus’ be quick, he said.” 

“Are you sure? I don’t mind.” You would prefer not to, of course, but you had come to support Harry so you would go if he needed you to. 

“I’ll be alrigh’.” He smiles over at you and reaches over, resting his large hand on your leg for a second. When he goes to pull away, you grab for his fingers, tangling yours with his. You just needed to feel his skin on yours, those long fingers between yours, their warmth, the coolness of his rings. He looks over at you, a small crease between his brows but he gives you a smile, mimicking the one you were giving him. 

“What do you they even do for this test? I mean.. what kind of test is it?” You had been wondering that ever since the lawyer had brought it up in the meeting earlier this morning. How did they go about testing if Harry’s DNA matched this baby’s when it was still in that woman’s stomach? 

“He sent me a bi’ of information on it bu’ it seems like they jus’ take my blood and her’s. The baby’s DNA is in her blood now and so they can see test it if it matches mine.” He explains. “It’s all very scientific.” You give a small laugh but were stunned by this information. You had no idea paternity could be tested like that. It was a bit fascinating, actually. 

“So you don’t want me to come hold your hand while they stick you with a needle.” You jokingly ask, pinching the back of his hand a bit. He laughs and shakes his head. He then has to release your hand as he needs two hands to pull into the driveway, pulling into the garage. 

“I think I’ll manage just fine.” You give him a grin before sliding from the vehicle and the two of you head inside. “Oh, my mum jus’ sent me her fligh’ details.” He tells you as the two of you go to collapse on the couch and he pulls out his phone. “She ge’s here tomorrow nigh’.” 

“Oh, good. It will be nice to have her here.” You sigh then, pulling your legs up to your chest and bite at your lip. 

“You alrigh’?” Harry questions, tossing his phone down beside him and leans back against the couch, looking over at you. You look over at him, resting your cheek against your knees. 

“I just feel tired, no matter how much I sleep. I feel like I just got done running a marathon. I could sleep for like a year.” Just to add on to your words, a yawn manages to escape your lips. Harry gives a small laugh, taking in how adorable you were. He resisted the urge to wrap his arms around you and cuddle you. 

“You can go take another nap. Don’ le’ me stop you.” He gestures towards the hallway but you smile and shake your head, uncurling your legs and you let out a sigh. The room fell silent then, neither of you saying anything, just staring at the wall in front of you both. 

Your heart pounded in your chest as you thought about how close he was to you, and for some reason in that moment you felt the urge to kiss him. You missed the feel of his lips on yours, the way his body surrounded you, the feel of his touch - gentle and warm. It had been so hard to be so close to him the last few days, no matter how mad at him, or how hurt and heartbroken you were, there had always been that draw towards the man beside you and it was back in full force in that moment. 

“Hey, Harry?” You end up saying, not looking over at him, continuing to keep your eyes fixed on the wall but you see out of the corner of your eye as he looks over at you. 

“Yes, love?” He questions, curious at what you were about to say. He was picking up slightly on your anxiousness and wondered what it all of a sudden could be about when things had been fine just a second beforehand. But you didn’t know what to say. You couldn’t get any words out though. So, you decide to shut off your brain from thinking logically, you instead just gave in to the feelings coursing through you and ignored the way your head was screaming at you. 

You instead listened to your heart in that moment, the part of your heart that adored the man beside you, that was completely in love with him and leaned over quickly, not giving yourself enough time to back out and pressed your lips to his. 

He gasps a bit against your lips but quickly kisses you back, his fingers coming up to tangle in your hair. You rest a hand on his cheek, the other on his chest as you lean into his chest. He turns towards you a bit more, bringing his other hand up to your waist, pulling you a bit closer. The feel of his lips on yours, the pressure they left on you, the buzzing in your chest, you felt alive for the first time in weeks and for once weren’t thinking about the entire situation. In that moment the baby didn’t matter, the cheating didn’t matter. You loved this man, you didn’t forgive him, but both of you were so emotionally unstable right now, you needed this. 

You soon pull away from him, both of you breathing deeply. Harry was feeling this pang in his chest, butterflies in his stomach, even. He was feeling the best he had in so long, he missed your touch, your kiss, so badly and here they were again, back on his. He didn’t know what that meant but as he pulled you back in for another kiss, he just didn’t care. This could be your last kiss ever and he would be okay with how perfect it was. Nothing ever gave him that happiness, that soaring feeling, that sense of completeness like your kiss. 

“I love you.” You pull back and whisper, looking into those green eyes of his that you loved so much. You just had to say it, even if it was just for one last time. 

“I love you, too, sweetheart.” Harry gave you a small smile. He knew this most likely didn’t mean the two of you were okay again, he knew you were far from that, but he wasn’t going to complain about your sudden affection towards him. He would take this over crying and arguing any day. You give him one last smile before pulling back completely. 

“I’m going to go take a bath and then probably get in bed, maybe read a little and call it an early night.” You tell him, pushing your fingers through your hair. 

“Want some company?” Harry offers, completely joking though would of course do it if you were up for it but you laugh and smack playfully at his chest. “Goodnight, love.” He reaches over, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. 

“Good luck tomorrow morning, don’t let them hurt you too much with that needle.” You say as you stand up, making your way across the room. 

“I’ll try.” You both exchange grins before you leave the room. That night, later, as you lay awake all you kept thinking about was the feel of his lips on yours once more. And for the first time in weeks, none of all this mess mattered and you finally were able to fall asleep with a smile on your face. 

anonymous asked:

hi i was wondering if you make another drarry fic rec? i read all the ones you rec and would love more

sure, darling! here you go! some of these are quite smutty so just heads up

Timing is Everything by fleetofshippyships

Harry soon finds his piercing is good for throwing Malfoy off-balance, and shamelessly uses it at every opportunity to torment him. Malfoy pointing out that Harry’s taunting is actually flirting should have put a stop to it. Instead, Harry only becomes more determined to get a reaction, and goes to greater lengths to get one.

I’ll Tell You A Secret (Just Don’t Tell) by nerakrose

Harry and Draco are living a fairly normal life with a fairly normal relationship, except for the part where it’s, well, secret.

A Portrait of the Artist by firethesound

When Harry Potter, reclusive artist, finally agrees to an interview, Draco can hardly believe that he’ll be the one to do it.

Hermione’s Hogwarts Crammed for Delinquents on the Run by waspabi

‘You’re a wizard, Harry’ is easier to hear from a half-giant when you’re eleven, rather than from some kids on a tube platform when you’re seventeen and late for work.

The Destiny You Sold by tryslora

In which Draco knits, Harry makes wands, and things get very tangled up between them.

Don’t Blame It On Me (It Was All A Blur Last Night) by nerakrose

“Stop moving, Potter,” Malfoy mumbled from where his head was buried under a pillow. “You’re disturbing my hangover. Also, why are you still here?” “This is my hotel room,” Harry told him.

Such Great Heights by softlyforgotten

Draco Malfoy, wide-eyed and pale and in a decidedly ragged shirt, was crouched next to the pile of whatever the dragon had been eating. Harry threw himself to a halt and yelled, “Merlin, how many times do I have to save your life?”

Any Instrument by dicta_contrion

Draco Malfoy wouldn’t go back to England for anything less than an exceptional case. Being asked to figure out why Harry Potter can’t control his magic might be exceptional enough to qualify.

Wild by seefin

“No,” Harry said, by way of greeting. Malfoy’s blonde head rose slowly, carelessly. “Get out.” “I feel as though we’ve already established this, Potter,” Malfoy responded. “And I feel that what we established was that you telling me to get out of places really doesn’t make me more likely to vacate them.”

Headlights in the Snow by Saras_Girl

What’s big and purple and smells like tea? Harry is about to find out.

Matchmaker Matchmaker by firethesound

Sometimes, Harry can’t help but wonder why such strange shit always happens to him.

Three Boxes and a Scrapbook by dracogotgame

One year after being accidentally bonded to each other, Harry and Draco are free to move on with their lives. But perhaps, what they needed was here all along.

Make Me a Headline (I Want to be that Bold) by dicta_contrion

Draco never expected to see Harry doing that again. Especially with someone else, in a grainy photograph that’s landed on his desk one Monday morning.

Incongruent by agentmoppet

The war has left its mark on everyone. The Ministry, as usual, is only too happy to take advantage. But Harry won’t let them destroy his home, no matter what he has to do to stop them. And no matter if a certain Draco Malfoy insists on getting him off track.

Earthbound Spook by cest_what

Two months after Draco Malfoy was reported dead, Harry and Ron found him tangled in Strangler Ivy on the grounds of Hogwarts.

such a softer sin by thoughtswhilstdrinkingtea

After Draco meets Harry Potter, he’s left with two tattoos, one on each wrist. One for a soul mate, one for his enemy. He’s never known any one else who has the same name on both wrists.

Only for the Lucky by SunseticMonster

Things seem to be going well for Draco Malfoy after the war. He’s working as a professor at Hogwarts and makes the papers all the time for his charitable contribution to Muggle causes. But when Malfoy is rushed into St Mungos hospital for a psychotic break, Healer Harry Potter realizes that Malfoy’s success is not all what it seems and sometimes luck can have more than one meaning.

Trajectories by Aja

Rembrandt’s phrase in describing his painting: “Die meeste ende di naetureelste beweechgelickhijt”, can be translated as greatest, most natural movement (emotion or motive).

The Pure and Simple Truth by lettered

Harry, Draco, and Hermione go to a pub. Harry, Draco, and Pansy go to a pub. Harry, Draco, Pansy, and Hermione go to a pub. Harry, Draco, Hermione and Ron go to a pub. Harry, Draco, Hermione, Ron, and Pansy―you guessed it―go to a pub. I could go on. In fact, I did. Harry, Draco, Hermione, Pansy, Ron, Blaise, Luna, Goyle, Neville, and Theodore Nott go to a pub. In various combinations.

[i apologize if anything looks weird i did this on mobile with bare coding so if anything looks out of place i blame that ahdhdj]

thanks to @hunsets for feeding my drarry fic addiction ajshjdfn

Fic Rec

I am making a list of fics that I read/re-read (and liked) this week. Mostly because I am abysmal at remembering titles and only remember them by summary (ik im stupid). So here it goes!

A Beginning by SexyAssWoman  @thesexyasswoman

Harry had been in love with Louis Tomlinson since he found his poetry blog years ago. Without even knowing how the man looked like, Harry was infatuated with him.
So when he gets a chance to meet Louis for the first time, Harry is set on making an impression. That is until he gets distracted by the blue eyed stranger that sits beside him.

Or, Where Harry was in love with a poet, and the stranger that sat beside him on a poetry session had eyes that looked like the sea.

**This one was short but very sweet!

Dance to the Distortion by Lis (domesticharry) @domestic-harry

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.

**Enemies to Lovers- Check; Fake/Pretend Relationship - Check; Enemies who are pretending to be in a fake relationship - Double Check. This fic is pure gold. I loved the dynamics between the characters and how everything played out!!

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anonymous asked:

Do you think Harry would have nudes of the missus in his phone or would rather have them as polaroids??

For ‘safety’ reasons, I think polaroids, cause he’s not going to deal with the shit if they get leaked. Also there is something so much more intimate about them, than just pictures on your phone, I think.

Like, just a few pictures taken, maybe just after sex. You’re still breathing heavily, the covers between your legs, as Harry gets up to go and put on some underwear, grabbing the camera on the go.

“Yeh look gorgeous.” he says, snapping a few shots, maybe saying some stupid stuff and his jokes, to make you smile and laugh, and grab the pillow, nuzzling your face in it.

“Don’t hide tha’ pretty face from m’, love.”

And then there you are, on the polaroids, between the pages of his notebook or in the top drawer of his bedside table. Looking so beautiful, bare, a huge smile on your face and your hair in a tangled up mess.

the timing is all wrong pt. 3- h.s imagine

Originally posted by larryismyhomex

in case you missed it, here’s part 1 and part 2

Louis paused for a moment before looking at Harry, “What’s going on, man?”

Harry stepped away from you and ran his fingers through his hair, the alcohol slowly disappearing from his body.

You suddenly felt exposed just wearing Louis’s shirt and cleared your throat, “I’m going to change quickly.” Before the two could say anything you rushed bast Louis and into your bedroom. You stood by your dresser and shook your head, sighing. You pinched the bridge of your nose. You debated whether or not you should just put on a pair of pants but going out there wearing Louis’s shirt made you feel slightly guilty. You quickly changed before exiting your room. You were about to turn the corner into the living room when you heard Louis harshly whisper, “Harry, mate. You can’t be here.”

Harry sighed and whispered quietly, “I’m sorry, Louis but I truly feel that me and Y/N belong together.”

You peeked your head out to see Louis sitting down next to Harry, his hand rubbing Harry’s back soothingly. “It’s not fair that you want her so sudden. It’s not fair that once she’s moving on from you, that’s when you decide you want to be with her” Louis tried negotiating with his friend. Even though he was still trying to take his girl away from him, Louis still cared for his best friend.

You bit your bottom lip softly before heading out into the living room.

The two saw you turn the corner and both stood up quickly. Harry was the first to walk up to you, he grabbed your hands softly. “Y/N, can we just talk-”

You pulled your hands away and stepped back from him, your eyes looking everywhere but him. “I think it’s best if you left, Harry.”

Harry gasped and tried grabbing you once again, “Love-”

Louis stepped over to you and placed his hand on your waist. He looked at Harry with a sense of sympathy on his face, “Mate…It’s getting late.” Harry looked between the two of us, noticing how you stepped closer to Louis’s embrace and avoiding eye contact. His eyes brimmed with tears, he quickly blinked them away, ashamed for not realizing you were the one for him sooner. His head shot down while he walked to your door. You watched his every movement, your eyes brimming with tears yourself. He turned back around and whispered, “I’m sorry” before he left your apartment. You don’t know if he was apologizing about coming over so late or apologizing for letting you go.

Louis looked down at you, a look asking “Do you want to talk about it?” You stepped out of his embrace and started walking back to your bedroom. “Let’s go to bed.”

When Louis left your apartment the next morning, you continued to lay down on your bed. Your hands playing with the frills from the throw pillow you kept on your bed. You were confused, you were insanely confused. You were also mad. You were mad at Harry for stepping into your life when you were trying to move on from your feelings from him. You were mad at yourself for still continuing to have feelings for Harry even though Louis was there for you. You were upset. Upset because Louis was such a great guy and you couldn’t reciprocate his feelings for you.

Your phone dinged on the bedside table next to you, making you sigh. Either it was Louis checking up on you (He didn’t want to leave this morning but he had to get to the studio for some finishing touches on his new single) or it was Harry apologizing for his actions last night.

The one thing that broke your heart more than anything was knowing your friendship with Harry will never be the same, if you guys even still had a friendship. That was what made you cry the most that morning.

For the following weeks, you were trying to give what you could in your new relationship with Louis. That meant cutting your contact with Harry, no matter how much he tried to get in touch with you. But even Louis noticed you weren’t the same after that night. Your eyes were a dead give away.

“How are you and Y/N doin’?” Liam asked Louis. The two of them were sat In Louis’s apartment, playing a video game. Louis sighed and paused the game. Liam turned to look at him and saw Louis looking down at his hands. “Is it selfish wanting to be with someone when you know someone could be making them happier?” Liam looked down before looking at Louis. He slowly nodded his head. Louis sighed once again and un-paused the game. “I thought so” he whispered.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in about an hour, Y/N” Louis said into the phone while knocking on the door. He hung up before the door opened. Harry opened the door, a look of surprise on his face. “Hey?”

Louis stepped into Harry’s apartment, looking at the mess. Bottles of alcohol laying around. Broken dishes scattered in the kitchen. The entire apartment just looking so sad. He turned and looked at Harry who was fidgeting with his fingers, a habit Harry had whenever he was nervous about something. His heart broke for his best friend.

Louis walked over to the couch and sat down. He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. “I’m being a horrible person by keeping you and Y/N away from each other.”

Harry quickly walked over to the couch and sat down next to Louis. “What?”

Louis cleared his throat and looked up at the ceiling. “I can’t be with her if you love her. Just tell me you love her and I’ll be out of the picture so you guys can have the chance to see where your relationship will go.”

Harry shook his head and whispered, “I can’t do that to you either.”

Louis looked at his best friend, eyes laced with sadness. “It’s different with me though.”

Harry stared at him questionably before Louis continued, “She doesn’t love me like she loves you.”

You opened the door and gave Louis a small smile. You leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, “Hey.” You let him in quickly and noticed the lack of bags in his hand. “I thought you were brining takeout?”

Louis walked over to the kitchen and sat in one of your dining room chairs. “I’m sorry, I forgot.”

You started walking over to the kitchen, pulling out all the takeout menus. “That’s fine. We can order something. What are you feeling? Chinese or-”

“When was the last time you and Harry talked?” Louis asked.

You instantly froze, placing the menus back down. “Why?”

Louis shrugged. “Just curious. When was it?”

You walked over and sat beside him. “Well..not since that night.” He shook his head and took a deep breath. “You belong with Harry. Not me.”

This time, you shook your head in disbelief. You reached over and grabbed his hand. “What are you talking about?”

Louis’s skin tingled from your touch. His mind was telling him to shut up. Telling him to stop talking before he loses the perfect girl, the most beautiful girl. He blinked back his tears. He intertwined your fingers with his, knowing it’ll be the last time he’ll get to hold him like this. He thought of what to say carefully. Softly he said, “It was selfish of me to take advantage of your feelings when I knew Harry was it for you.” You shook your head, wanting to tell him he was wrong but he continued, “It was selfish of me continuing to be with you even though Harry admitted he loved you. It was selfish to let our relationship continue when I know your heart wasn’t there.” A tear finally managed to escape his eyes. “I was selfish, Y/N. I’m sorry.”

You stared at Louis, tears threatening to fall out of your eyes. Your heart broke for him. Knowing this was anything but easy for him. He cleared his throat, “That’s why you belong with Harry.”

You leaned over, giving him a tight hug, not sure what to do with this new information. You whispered into his ear, “Thank you.”

Harry opened the door to see you on the other side. You smiled at him, and instantly he smiled back. “Hi.”

and there’s the third and final part! thank you guys so much for all the love i’ve received for this mini series! don’t forget to send in your own requests of what you would like for me to write!  

john laurens. knows swear words in like ten different languages. freckles. his entire face lights up when he laughs. always talking, no matter who’s in the room. the mastermind behind all pranks; he finds loopholes and makes plans, then smooth-talks them all out of trouble. only drinks three things; water, orange juice and sam adams beer. constantly cold despite his multiple layers of clothing. insomniac. really likes showers. gentle, kind, compassionate; but also, devious, snarky, stubborn. science connoisseur. loves taking pictures of the hamilsquad doing simple things. flirts with everyone and everything when he’s drunk. so, so grateful for his best friends. always playing old music on his record-player in the dorm. perfectly okay with being unnoticed, as long as he still has his friends at his side. gets bored easily when watching movies, unless it’s star wars or harry potter. curls around the closest pillow or person when he’s asleep. couldn’t care less if his shirt is buttoned or if his tie is straight, and never bothers to retie his shoelaces. always gives meaningful, personal gifts. has a sense of domesticity about him; he can make a foreign room seem like home. too preoccupied to tidy up after himself, so the area around his bed is always cluttered and disorganized. when he gets an idea or is brainstorming, his mind moves a million miles an hour and its impossible to stop him. the most articulate of the group; he could make the simplest sentence sound like poetry. really good at drawing, but doesn’t usually do it. loves biology, especially if it’s marine biology. can’t even bother with physics, though. content in silence, but he finds it strange when he can’t hear his best friends arguing over something in the background. tries to notice every little thing, even if it’s just the way his friend’s eyes look just a little brighter when they laugh.


H coming home unexpectedly in the middle of the night

Harry had been away doing some media for his new album, so the past couple of weeks were rather lonely. During the day you could deal with, you could always distract yourself by working and hanging out with friends. It was during the night that you hated.

Cuddling with H was your favourite. Having the heat of his skin pressed against you like a radiator was something you missed greatly, the bed always seeming cold when he wasn’t there. It felt a whole lot bigger without him, too, like you were going to be swallowed whole by it.

Not having him there meant that it was harder for you to fall asleep, missing his presence and how he’d always tickle your back when you were finding it hard to sleep made it worse. No one was here to do that.

So, every night he was gone you would always wear his clothes. Whether it be a simple white t shirt or a particular favourite band one that still smelt like his cologne from being in his closet for so long, it comforted you deeply.

You also seemed to sleep with more pillows without him, since H always hated sleeping with so many and kept it to two during the night. He never understood why you felt the need to have a bunch for ‘decoration’ but endured it for you. There was one pillow in particular that you had turned to the most, a particularly soft one that was large enough for you to slip between your legs snugly as you slept.

However, these weren’t Harry, so although you still slept you were staying up until you’d pass out to get a decent nights sleep. Your friends and co workers had noticed this, making comments about how cranky you were being, but you simply told them you were having a little trouble sleeping.

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Hide - imagine

I was pulled unwillingly from my deep slumber by the heat of the room, the sunlight magnifying through the window and the body close to mine causing me to wake up in a slight sweat. I groaned quietly and stretched out my legs before rolling over to face the boy beside me.

Harry was already looking at me, one eye open in a small slit as he, too, fought the harsh pull of sleep. His hair fell across his forehead in a wave of unkempt curls and he pressed his face further into the pillow as he offered me a small, sleepy smirk.

“Morning baby” he said, his voice a deep drawl, his usual low tones thicker and raspier than usual. “We have to get up soon” he said softly. Immediately I shook me head.

“No” I mumbled, my voice also laced with sleep.

“I’m afraid we don’t have a choice sweetheart” he said, the smirk still pulling at the corner of his lip as I shook my head firmly against the pillow.

“No, we can stay here, they’ll never know” I said with mock determination. Harry chuckled.

“They’ll come looking for us” he rasped. Again I shook my head and shuffled my body towards his so that our chests pressed together and our noses brushed. The warmth of his body could be felt through the thin shirt I wore and I allowed myself to be pulled impossibly nearer to him despite the heat of the room. I reached for the thick, soft duvet and pulled it both over our heads until we were hidden from the outside world, cocooned in our own little sanctuary of warm bodies and stale air.

“We’ll just hide from them,” I whispered quietly, the sound muffled beneath our thick shield, “if we lie really still and stay quiet they’ll never find us”.

Harry let our a breathy chuckle, placing his large palm on the side of my cheek that wasn’t pressed into the cushions, his thumb brushing back and forth gently across my cheekbone and his fingertips playing with the hair behind my ear

“I’d love to stay hidden with you, we could spend all day in bed talking, and cuddling, and kissing, just like we used to” he breathed, his hot, sweet breath tickling against my lips.

“Will you stay with me then?” I asked quietly, my voice laced with hope that he might fulfil everything he had just said. As he opened his mouth to reply an obnoxious knocking at the hotel room door broke us from the bubble we had created and Harry appeared to realise that he couldn’t stay hidden with me, no matter how much he wanted to. He has duties, and responsibilities and adoring fans that he had to make an appearance for.

“I’m sorry” he said softly, leaning forward and pressing a delicate kiss to my lips before pulling away and removing the duvet from around us, breaking the spell and exposing us to the world in all our sleepy, barely clothed glory. Even as he left the bed I felt the tingling of my lips from where he has kissed me and my heart warmed, for I knew that if he didn’t have to go and spend another day being ‘Harry Styles’, he would stay with me, and despite 5 years together we still couldn’t get enough of one another.

He padded across the room in his bare feet and yelled a deep 'I’m coming’ as another round of knocks rattled against the door. He sighed and reached for the clothes he had picked out the day before. I watched as he dressed, pulling the duvet back over my legs and pulling my knees to my chest before wrapping my arms around them. He had dressed and washed in a matter of minutes and slowly, reluctantly, made his way to the door. He turned as he reached it, his eyes, which were slowly getting brighter and brighter as sleep drifted away from him, scanned my body and a genuine, lazy smile settled on to his lips. I rested my chin on top of my knees and gazed at him.

“Tomorrow baby, tomorrow I’ll stay here and hide with you” he said softly before turning and leaving the room. I smiled softly as he left. Tomorrow, I could wait until tomorrow.

anonymous asked:

Hello! Can you do a headcannon of your costar tom holland finding out you're dating Harrison?! Pls and thanks!!

of course! i hope you don’t mind, i’ve answered it in dot-points rather than a full story but enjoy :-) thanks for being my first request!


dating harrison osterfield as tom holland’s co-star 

dialogue; you, harrison & tom

  • you and tom are starring in ‘beneath a scarlet sky’, a WW2 thriller in which tom plays the young hero and you’re his love interest
  • the movie is 2 months into shooting in switzerland
  • you’re great mates with tom but he doesn’t know you’re dating harrison, his best friend and assistant
  • you met harrison at casting auditions over a year ago when you got a call-back to read lines with tom
  • harrison was sitting outside the building when you arrived, drinking a coffee and looking down at his phone
  • you’d never been cast in a movie as big as this before and you were really nervous about meeting tom so you were flustered
  • you didn’t even acknowledge him as you rushed past but he looked up and his first thought was that your cheeks looked really cute when they were a bit red

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Clenching my eyes shut once again, trying to block out all the small sounds around the house.

Trying to block out the lights that seemed to be shining like the sun even when they were dimmed all the way down.

My head was throbbing and spinning and it felt like every time the smallest noise sounded, that it was going to explode.

Usually at a time like this, I would take a nap and hope that when I would wake up next, that it would be gone.

But something was keeping me from taking a nap and falling into a more relaxed state, and I had no clue was it was to stop it.

Sighing, I laid back down on the bed in my shared room with Harry, setting the now empty cup of water on the night stand next to me.

Turning over slowing as to make sure not to anger my headache, I laid on my side and closed my eyes.

Sighing when I heard the water cut off in the bathroom, knowing that Harry would have to come into the room and move things around to get dressed.

“Hey love. Yeh’ alright?” He spoke.

Turning slightly to look at him.

A towel hanging loosely on his waist, droplets of water falling from his damp head, and his torso still wet from the shower.

“Headache.” I mumbled, hiding my face back into the pillow.

Harry didn’t say anything as he tried to be as quiet as possible with getting dressed and everything else he had to do in the bedroom.

He walked towards the bed and sat down slowly.

Opening my eyes I looked up at him, he had a small sympathetic smile playing on his lips since he knew how bad my migraines could get sometimes.

“Yeh’ want medicine? Water? Anything?” He spoke, his voice barely a whisper.

I shook my head no before shutting my eyes again.

“C'mere pet.” He spoke softly.

Opening my eyes, I knew that I didn’t want to cuddle. Not right now. My head hurt way too much, and that said a lot since I was always up for a good cuddle.

“Harry I’m sorry but I don’t want to cuddle.” I sighed, trying to get warmed up with the blanket on top of me.

“Not cuddling. I was gonna play with your hair or somethin’. Last time it helped.”

He was correct, last time l had a horrible headache, he had played with my hair and rubbed my temples and it actually cured your headache. How could I forget?

Sitting up, I moved over slowly to lay my head in his lap which he already had a pillow over to make me more comfortable.

I laid my head down and instantly closed my eyes again, relaxing more than I had in the last few hours.

His hands found my hair, pushing his fingers through it and moving it around in a relaxing motion.

His hand also found my temples that were still throbbing, and they gently applied pressure to the ache.

It took longer than I wished, around twenty minutes but my headache finally went away.

I smiled as Harry stopped, sitting up, I thanked him.

“Anytime love. Can’t let my girl hurt now can I?”

lil drarry story

the bitter aroma of coffee lingers into the lounge room. Draco combs his hands through his hair, tired after a busy day of work from the ministry. on the TV, a show about a magical cat meeting all the powerful wizards and witches through out time, teaching them the secrets and origins of magic. 

Harry walks into the lounge with two cups of coffee, handing one to his husband. harry sits down slowly, trying his best to make sure nothing spills in the movement. 

harry asks, “Hey son, scootch over a little bit”

a young child with light brown hair and blue eyes moans, and pulls in his legs, his head laying on Draco’s chest, eyes shut, trying to sleep. draco’s hand is in the child’s hair muffling it around like a fluffy pillow. 

the husbands take a sip and both sigh in sync. 

the show is over and their coffee’s are finished. the small child still asleep on one of his dads who is also long lost in a dream. Harry finishes washing the cups and returns to the couch looking at his family. 

his family

harry lays his head on his son’s arm; it’s soft and warm. draco’s hand moves down to harry’s face, rubbing his thumb on harry’s cheek. harry gives off a faint smile, draco senses it and smiles too. 

they could both feel the warmth of a family. after spending a long time yearning to be part of a happy family, they had one.

They're Doing it Again: Part 2

Part 2

Harry sat on the extra bed in Ron’s room, picking at a pillow in his lap, looking up at Ron occasionally. Ron just sat there staring at his ankle. They both didn’t know how to approach the subject they were both dying to speak of.

Finally, Ron decided to just go for it. “So, uh… did you get one? A mark I mean. You never wrote and told me either way.”

“Oh, er, yeah. I got one. It showed up 4 days ago. I decided I wanted to wait and tell you in person.”

Ron’s eyes bulged, “It doesn’t match mine, does it mate?” Ron rubbed his ankle, where his mark was.

Harry laughed “What? NO! Not you mate.”

“Good, because I don’t really swing that way. Not that you aren’t a good looking bloke, if you like that sort of thing. I only thought that because you said you wanted to tell me in person. You also fled earlier at the sight of Hermione.” Ron looked striken again, “It’s not Hermione, is it mate? Because you know she-”

“It’s not Hermione either. I just didn’t want to owl you about it. You’re my best mate. I wanted to tell you in person.”

“Sappy git.”

Harry threw the pillow he had been fiddling with at Ron’s head. Ron caught it instead.“Besides, I fled because Hermione was holding hands with George. Bloody weird mate. How are you holding up?”

“It was hard at first. But we were falling apart even before my mark showed up. Besides, she was my friend before she was my girlfriend, and he’s my brother, the great annoying git that he is.” Ron threw the pillow back at Harry. “Well, lets see it then.”

Harry pulled back his sleeve as he walked over and sat beside Ron. He flipped his arm over and flipped it over for Ron to inspect it. It still appeared tense to Harry.

Ron raised an eyebrow, “Fairly Slytherin colors, mate.”

Harry glared at Ron, “You know the colors have nothing to do with house colors. Besides, the green is the same color as my eyes.”


“Half-poof” Harry corrected him, grinning.

“My bad. Half-poof then.” Ron grinned back. Harry swung another pillow at Ron’s head. Ron retaliated by trying to shove Harry off the bed, but Harry grabbed Ron’s arm and drug him down also, laughing.

About that time Hermione barged in. She had seen Harry flee earlier, and had been waiting at the base of the stairs for some sign it was safe to come in. She figured laughing was a good sign.

“Oh my! Sorry, I’ll just.. I’ll just go” Hermione turned to leave.

Harry shoved Ron off of him, “Wait- ‘Mione, Don’t leave”

“You obviously need some alone time, I don’t want to interrupt.”

“What are you on about?” Harry was confused.

“Harry, she thought the same thing I did, at first.” Ron snickered.

“What? No! My Mark doesn’t match Ron’s! What is wrong with you people? He’s my best friend!”

“Pay up, George!” Everyone turned to look back at the doorway, which was now occupied by Fred and George. George was passing a galleon to Fred.

Harry threw his hands up. “What, did everyone think I was destined for Ron or something?”

“Not everyone mate, I bet on Malfoy!” Fred grinned.

Ron pretended to gag as Hermione scolded Fred. Harry kept silent.

Ginny came in at that time and saw the mark. Her face fell, but she forced it back into a grin. Only Hermione caught it.

At that moment, they all heard Mrs. Weasley call up the stairs “DINNER’S READY!”

Fred, George, Hermione, and Ginny all turned and went back down the stairs, quickly followed by Ron. Harry slowly got up off the floor and started downstairs. He thought there might be a chance Fred was right. He hoped Ron took it better if it turned out to be true.


1 - 2 - 3 - 4 (you are here)

It can’t be true.

Harry opens his eyes to the first rays of sun light shining through the windows. It’s morning, the whole dormitory buzzing with life outside of his bed curtains and it won’t take much longer until someone pulls them open.

He closes his eyes again and the shame that washes over him is almost unbearable. It’s right there, in the blankets hanging at the edge of the mattress, mostly falling to the floor. In his pajama bottoms, still sticky and uncomfortable. In the hair at his nape, messier than normal from dried sweat.

The thing is, those are not the only signs.

If he closes his eyes, it feels completely different. The shame, it is still there, but it doesn’t feel like his own. And the almost tangible feeling of soap against his fingertips doesn’t have a logical explanation, either.

Unless one considers all the unbelievable magical circumstances.

In that case, Harry is fucked.

In that case, he tries to breath before letting the train of thought crush him - everything actually happened and, somehow, he was able to see it.

To participate in it.

If that was true, then one question still stayed unanswered: did Malfoy also know what was going on?

Because if Harry’s hypothesis was indeed correct - and he is somehow able to get into Malfoy’s mind now - what would it mean if Malfoy was consciously letting him?

Harry closes his eyes again. Lets his head rest against the pillow. And there it is, broad wet shoulders, the skin as pale as marble, as smooth as cottom, assaulting his mind. The dripping blond hair is unmistakable, long legs covered in fine light hair now known to Harry’s memory.

Harry shivers when Malfoy turns around, running his hands through his soaked head, pushing the strands back. Well-defined muscles, pink nipples, shiny skin.

Harry’s eyes open in absolute shock. He wasn’t imagining all that. Still, he needs to make sure.

Getting up, Harry opens the curtains in a rush, going straight for his trunk and picking up some clean clothes.

‘Mornin’, mate’

Harry forces a smile at Ron, hands still busy trying to gather his things as quickly as possible.

‘Uh, morning. Is there anyone using the shower right now?’

He tries to make it sound casual. Ron doesn’t seem to notice the nervousness in his voice at all, too busy trying to make his trunk the tiniest bit organized.

‘Ah, yeah, I think-’

The door opens before Ron can finish, all eyes landing on a flushed, freshly out of the shower, Malfoy. His eyes meet Harry’s for a brief moment, an impenetrable look, before turning away in a dismissive manner. He doesn’t bother greeting any of them, heading straight for his trunk and placing the already folded pajamas in a neat pile of clothes.

Something inside Harry burns. He doesn’t have anything to say, at least not something that wouldn’t make his classmates think he had lost his mind.

So when Ron pulls at his sleeve claiming they were going to miss breakfast, Harry lets himself be dragged outside, catching a last glimpse of Malfoy’s back, now fully covered.


He waits, eyes fixed on the Great Hall doors. Beside him, Ron struggles to eat and talk at the same time while trying to make himsef understandable. Harry knows Hermione’s eyes are partially on him and can almost sense the question lingering on the girls lips.

'Is everything okay, Harry?’

Harry brings his eyes back to their table, careful not to look at her directly.

He still needs to be sure about his theory before he can even consider sharing it with the two of them. The implications, if he does it… Harry can feel the blood rushing to his cheeks and forces the thoughts out of his head before they can lead to those vivid images.

'Yeah, sure’ he gives her the same smile he gave Ron and immediately regrets it. She knows, he thinks, the moment their eyes meet.

And then the Great Hall doors are pushed open, allowing a couple of fifth years to get in followed by an older student.

Malfoy doesn’t look at him on his way to the far end of the table and Harry feels that burning sensation grow inside of him again.

It would mean one think if Malfoy didn’t know. And something completely different if he did.

Harry waits for the boy to sit before deciding it is time to find out.

To say it is embarrassing to fondle himself under the table during breakfast would be an understatement. Still, with one hand holding his glass of juice for dear life while the other slides up and down his crotch, Harry does his best to keep his breathing even.

Almost like someone had called him, Malfoy’s eyes lift to meet Harry’s from across the table. Harry holds his gaze and feels his cheeks heat up because what should cause him to feel ashamed only makes his cock grow harder under his palm. Harry tries not to think of Hermione talking to Ginny from across the table or Ron munching on his sausages beside him.

Malfoy looks at him with hunger in his eyes so Harry focus, eyes glued to him, and gulps before thinking as clearly as he can.

Enjoying the show?

The chatter dies suddenly at the sound of porcelain hitting the ground, crashing loudly in a million flying pieces as a couple of students at the far end of the eighth year table stumble to their feet.

Shit, Malfoy, you need to be more careful!’

Harry feels all the blood drain from his face at the look of pure horror in Malfoy’s. Their eyes meet briefly once again before the boy turns on his heels and darts for the door.

He knows.

Harry’s hand is still gripping at the front of his pants.

It is true, after all.

Settle in in my slow-burning heart
Five years after the war Draco is working a tech developer job in the Auror Office, and it’s all great except this one thing: Harry Potter works there, too. Things only become stranger when Harry starts bringing Draco ugly souvenirs back from his work travels. When Harry then shows up injured in Draco’s flat, Draco considers the possibility that he’s going insane.

Potter develops a worrying habit of randomly wall-slamming Draco all over the castle.

Don’t Blame Me (It Was All a Blur Last Night)
“Stop moving, Potter,” Malfoy mumbled from where his head was buried under a pillow. “You’re disturbing my hangover. Also, why are you still here?”
“This is my hotel room,” Harry told him.

Harry has too much to do, and Draco, too little. The solution? Hire him, of course. Who knew Draco Malfoy would be such a perfect personal assistant?

Ferocious Determination, Insufficient Deliberation, and a Slightly Wrong Destination
All Draco wants is sleep, but his bed won’t stop talking. More importantly, it refuses to stop looking like Harry Potter.

Edible Smudges and Insufferable Potters (and Insufferable Smudges and Edible Potters)
All Draco wants to do is study. That’s what libraries are for. Study History of Magic, that is. Not Potter.

The Rewards of Bravery
During an Auror mission gone wrong, Harry finds himself with an unexpected new power: he can tell when people are lying. It’s incredibly annoying, except for when Draco’s around…

Storm in a Teacup
For reasons he’d rather not think about, Draco is obsessed with Potter’s hair. This cannot end well.

Marginal Notes
When you’re 18, and nothing is as it was meant to be, sometimes it can be hard to let the right people know what you are thinking.

Good to Me (And I’d Be So Good to You)
Everyone returns to Hogwarts after the war, but nothing is quite the same. Harry’s groupies are creepier than ever, Ron and Hermione are snogging all over the place, and the once-proud Draco is shuffling around like a kicked puppy. But that’s okay: Harry’s got a plan.

Hey, Potter
Harry returns to Hogwarts for his 8th year, determined not to let Malfoy get to him. But when the snarky teasing starts up again, Harry finds that returning the jibes with compliments has a far more interesting outcome.

Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain
It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that’s ever so cross.

The Standard You Walk Past
On returning to Hogwarts for their Eighth Year, Headmistress McGonagall decided to room Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter together. She may have hoped for a leading example of house unity; the other students fully expected insults and fights. But nothing happened.
That was, until Harry sleepwalked into Draco’s bed.

You Already Know What’s Next
It’s about Truth or Dare, except it’s not really about Truth or Dare at all. Or: there is alcohol and a bunch of twenty-somethings play embarrassing party games.

It Was We Who Were The Cliché (But We Carried On Anyway)
When the reconciled Black sisters go on holiday together, Andromeda entrusts Draco, rather than Harry, with five year old Teddy Lupin for three weeks. Harry is convinced she made the wrong choice, and he decides the way to fix this is simply to keep turning up at the manor and refusing to leave Draco alone.

An Issue of Consequence
Draco has woken up in an alternate universe. Or he has woken up utterly insane. Nothing else can possibly explain why Harry Potter suddenly seems to think he’s Draco’s boyfriend.

Salt on the Western Wind
When the war isn’t quite as over as it first appears, a guilt-ridden Harry is sent to a mysterious safe-house. Among sandwiches, insomnia, and Mills & Boon, he discovers something quite unexpected.

hello goodbye (‘twas nice to know you)
Draco Malfoy thinks he might know whose thoughts are scrawling themselves on his skin, but that’s crazy. Impossible, even. It has to be a mistake.

Five Times Draco Went to Potions
Five times Draco goes to Potions and One time he does not. Features Draco/Harry, a very observant Hermione, and Draco’s plans to take over the known world, starting with Hogwarts.

Sex on Legs in Six-Inch Heels
Draco Malfoy is a brilliant freelance cursebreaker and the only one who can help the Department of Magical Law Enforcement with a very dangerous case, but more importantly, he’s wearing six-inch heels, and Harry cannot handle it, he really just can’t.

Defining Dickhead
cockblock (vulgar, slang)
verb: to impede the romantic or sexual advances of a person (usually a man) towards another
cockblockhead (vulgar, slang)
noun: a person (usually a man) who unintentionally cockblocks themselves
see also entries for: self-sabotage, absolute idiocy, Harry James Potter

Special Magic
Harry was seriously considering the fact that his partner might be completely insane.

Okay so i love deledier as much as the next person BU T WE NEED TO CONSIDER DELE/WINKSY AND LEMME TELL YOU WHY

-height difference. winksy always having to get on his tiptoes to kiss dele. dele holding stuff above his head so winksy cant reach. having to always ask dele to reach the honey from the top cupboard and pouting when he makes a joke about it

-they knew each other way back from internationals. i mean do i need to remind you of that photo???? (you’re welcome)

-the fact winksy calls him del. cute nicknames all around. he probably does it in public to annoy dele and he gets super embarrassed and tells him to shut up

-winksy protecting his angry tol man from getting in fights all the time. even though hes almost half a foot smaller. still got to protect his angry puppy

Originally posted by spurs-at-the-lane

-they always have to be together. just watch the videos. if winksy isnt beside his man? he gotta move his ass so he is.

-they’re both still children, i mean just look at this. they probably still have pillows fights and make daisy chains

-dele with the soft hugs i mean look at this

-they’re just really adorable and more people need to love them

anonymous asked:

Give me some cute Harry and bf headcanons

om.g….ok i will try 

  • ok so harry is a morning person. and its really annoying mostly but sometimes when harry is feeling extra cute he’ll go for a morning run and pick up coffees and muffins (his bfs fave flavour) and maybe a lil thing of flowers to be extra cheesy. and he gets back in, his boyf is still in bed so harry slips the flowers into a vase and takes the coffee and muffins up on a tray and they eat them together in bed and harry gets coffee foam on his nose somehow and his boyf kisses it off
  • his boyf is an artist and harry offers to do life modelling for him so like. harry hangs up velvet curtains in the living room and buys a load of moody red lighting and rose petals to scatter everywhere and chocolate coated strawberries in a bowl with a big glass of merlot in hand. he’s just like hanging off the sofa naked as hell like. honey i’m ready for you in the lounge. and his boyf just walks in like. um. okay i mean i literally was just gonna practice sketching for 5 mins but this is. fine
  • harry is that bitch that always steals the covers no matter how many blankets are on the bed. like started out with one duvet but harry always stole it so they got two. harry somehow steals both. now their bed is just a mass of blankets and pillows and throws and its like a big comfy nest. harry somehow still manages to hog them all though
  • harry loves baking and also being vulgar so the natural thing 2 do is obv to combine them. meaning he bakes cakes for his boyf and ices fancy lettering on top of them that says shit like ‘i <3 your dick’ or the classic ‘thanks for eating me out for 1.5 hours’
  • harrys just a massive crier like he just enjoys a good sob and at first it was a bit weird when he guessed harrys fave flower first try and harry just burst out cryin but now its almost endearing and its annoying because harry isnt even an ugly crier like his face goes all red and puffy but he still looks like a lil sad angel 
  • they always sing together in the car, full volume, full dramatics and once harrys boyf threw on a bit of old 1d bc he thought it’d wind harry up but harry just…….goes for it all guns blazing doesnt miss a beat
Music Series: Moving In Slow Motion by The Sweet Remains (sequel to Sorry by Halsey)

I’ve been trying to figure out an imagine for this song for quite awhile, so I took a short break from requests to write this. I LOVE this song! I looked back through some of my music series to see what ones still need sequels and if the song would work with it.

Sorry by Halsey definitely needs a sequel, and I think this one will be perfect. I hope you like it! This is “Moving In Slow Motion” by The Sweet Remains, which can be heard HERE, via my Spotify playlist called ‘Rainy Saturday Morning’.

p.s. I omitted the stanza about the country wife, it just didn’t fit in. Sue me…except for The Sweet Remains…please, don’t sue me…




Oh, when you’re gone

The night is cold as it is long

And the hurt that made you humble wanna write about

Is the love that made you crumble from the inside out

For weeks after you disappeared again, Harry looked for you, tried contacting you, asking around to all of your friends if anyone knew where you had gone, but nobody had. Harry would have never imagined that his lucky break would be your unfortunate day.

Harry quickly made his way through the front doors of the Emergency Department, only moments after your mutual friend had called, saying you had been brought there. Harry looked around and saw her, walking to her and hugging her.

“She okay?” Harry asked her, losing his mind with worry.

“She will be,” the friend replied. “She’s in surgery now.”

She filled Harry in on what had happened, your car being totaled by a drunk driver. You had a broken leg and some cuts and bruises, but you were lucky to survive the hit-and-run.

And I believe in a new day to come, that is

Always darkest before the dawn

Moving in slow motion baby

Still I’m moving on, yeah, yeah

Moving in slow motion baby

Still I’m moving on

After time spent being repaired, and recovering in a hospital bed, you heard the sound of the door of your room open and turned your head. Your mind still spinning and in disbelief over what had happened, you closed your eyes and rubbed them as you thought you saw Harry walk into the room.

“God, how high am I?” you said to yourself, thinking you must still be full of anesthetic gases.

But as you heard a familiar giggle come closer to you, having heard your comment, you tried to focus and see Harry towering over you, leaning down and kissing your forehead.

“You alright, love?” he asked you, concerned.

You looked down at your casted leg then back at his worried face.

“Guessing my leg isn’t, but think I survived,” you answered, a bit groggily. “What are you…how…?” you sputtered, your head still a little loopy from the medication and events.

“Doesn’t matter, anyway,” Harry grinned. “As long as you’re okay,” he said, taking your hand.

Oh, I can see

Ain’t no magic words to set you free

Still I’m hoping you are gonna take me as I am

Even though I am a fool and such a stubborn man

“You left me again…ran from me and disappeared…” Harry finally said after small talk, taking advantage of your disadvantaged state.

You looked away from him, unsure of what to say.

“Love, if you tell me you aren’t interested in me, don’t want to date me, aren’t attracted to me, whatever…I’ll try to back off,” Harry said, honestly. “But if it’s only because you’re scared, because for some crazy reason, you think you aren’t good enough for me, that I deserve better than you…well, that’s just not true, babe.”

You shook your head and sighed, still not looking at him.

“It’s what you said that night, isn’t it?” he asked. “Baby…you told me that you don’t know how to love someone, that you’ve never experienced that before, because all of your experiences have been bad ones. I want to show you…how to love…how to be loved. Show you how love is meant to be. You are beautiful, and amazing, and I think about you all the time. Never stopped since the first day I laid eyes on you and we became friends.”

Harry saw you wipe a tear and squeezed your hand.

“You’ve been hurt, and I understand that, this is why you build those walls.” Harry turned your face to look at him. “Maybe it scares you that I want to pull those walls down from around you. That I want to be with you…kiss you…become closer with you. But, it’s only because I love you.”

And I believe in a new day to come, that is

Always darkest before the dawn

Moving in slow motion baby

Still I’m moving on, yeah, yeah

Moving in slow motion baby

Still I’m moving on

Your heart was suddenly in your throat but you swore you could see it pressing rhythmically against your chest.

“Harry…” you started, but he interrupted.

“Just tell me you don’t want it, and I’ll try to move on,” Harry said, the backs of his ringed fingers gently caressing your cheek. “But, if deep inside of you, that part of you that I think you keep pushing down, if that part of you also wants to be with me, then…we can take it slowly, so you aren’t afraid, if that’s what you need. As long as we’re moving forward, even slowly, we’re still moving on together, right? I know this is something you have to work out inside of you, but I want to help you, if you’ll let me.”

You looked him in the eye as a tear rolled down your cheek and hit the pillow under your head. Harry leaned toward you, his lips gently pillowing yours, grateful for your returned kiss. You felt a sense of security simply from his words and his kiss, and wondered how that happens. You’ve never felt that with anyone else.

As Harry began to pull away, you cupped his jaw with your hand and kissed him again, tender and sweet, before hearing the door of the room open again, a nurse walking in.

“Okay, my dear, you are doing well enough to go home now,” the nurse stated with a smile. “Would you like me to call someone to come pick you up?”

“That won’t be necessary, thanks,” Harry answered for you, still looking at you. “I’ll be taking care of her now.”

Oh, I can see

Ain’t no magic words to set you free

Still I’m hoping you are gonna take me as I am

Even though I am a fool and such a stubborn man

I believe in a new day to come, that is

Always darkest before the dawn

Moving in slow motion baby

Still I’m moving on, yeah, yeah

Moving in slow motion baby

Still I’m moving on

anonymous asked:

ok this is pretty random but do you have any really good fluffy fics you could recommend ?

fluffy fic rec

ever since by letsjustsee (10k)

Louis once again went to leave, but before he could reach the door he heard Barkley jumping off the bed behind him. The giant dog accosted Louis before he could get through, nudging Louis’ legs with all his weight and making him stumble, and Louis had to grab the doorframe to steady himself.

“What the heck, Barkley?” Louis was mostly talking to himself, aware that Barkley couldn’t actually understand him, but he had never witnessed the dog acting so oddly.

He turned around when he heard a quiet murmur coming from the bed.
“What?” He hadn’t been able to make out what Harry said, but at Louis’ question he sat up in bed, hair already wild from the pillow, eyes heavy, and Louis’ stomach gave a little flip.

“He wants you to stay.”

Or, a very fluffy AU where Louis finds a lost dog that he wishes he could keep - until he meets his owner, who he wishes he could keep more.

if tomorrow never comes (we had last night) by fallinglikethis & rearviewdreamer (14k)

Louis accepts the call without bothering to look at the caller ID. Only Zayn would be a big enough asshole to call him at two in the morning. This fucking better be important.

“This fucking better be important,” Louis greets.

On the other end of the line comes a soft giggle. “Li, you don’t usually curse. I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like it.”

Yeah, that’s not Zayn. Louis sighs, his anger melting into resignation when he realizes that it’s some poor bastard probably drunk dialing his ex or something. “Sorry, mate. Think you’ve got the wrong number.”

‘til i tasted you by kiwikero (14k)

Louis is Harry Styles’ biggest fan. It doesn’t matter that Harry is famous for being a food blogger and Louis can’t cook to save his life.

At least, until Harry offers to give Louis a cooking lesson. Then it matters just a teensy bit.

what do you mean he’s coming? by mediawhore (15k)

When Harry accepted to be his sister’s Maid of Honour, despite how non-traditional of a choice he was, he didn’t think writing a speech for the wedding reception would be this hard. Now, not only does he have less than two weeks left to find something moving and inspirational to say, but Gemma just confided in him that her old childhood best friend is going to be in attendance. The one who moved to LA and they haven’t seen in fifteen years because he was too busy becoming an Academy Awards winner. But hey, no pressure. It’s just Louis Fucking Tomlinson.

Harry is screwed.

the edge of the stars by casuallyhl (16k)

Louis laughed. “You think you can convince some random guy to want to go out with me?”

“Oh baby,” Jay chuckled. “I can convince all of the UK to want to go out with you.”

Or, a Meet the Parents AU where Harry is the man of Louis’ dreams, and it’s up to Jay to convince him to date her son.

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