also look at ron

listen I love this early TFA concept art of young Kylo Ren (then just referred to as the Jedi Killer) 


he is literally dressed like an emo


“call me, beep me, if you wanna reach me!”

I bet Iris and Barry have dressed up as Kim and Ron for Halloween, and I imagine that was before the characters became a couple on the show. When it happened, Iris was laughing (hesitantly) like ‘Nah, that’s just a TV show!’ while Barry was secretly hoping that it might happen to them too… 

What does drarry look like to you?

In my head they’re both tall and lanky, Draco’s an inch or two taller but it’s not a dramatic difference. They’re muscular but very thin. Harry has broad shoulders and Draco has nice hands with long fingers. Draco has fair skin that’s a few shades lighter than his near-white hair. Harry has a similar complexion but more golden that contrasts shockingly to his jet black hair. Draco’s grey eyes are almost blue depending on the lighting and Harry’s green ones are striking.

Harry wears clothes that he’s been given and doesn’t really notice them. He’ll mismatch whatever he picks up first and though his outfits are usually a complete train-wreck he somehow manages to pull them off. Draco is the complete opposite. He takes a lot of pride in his appearance and loves to buy expensive clothing. He leans more toward monochrome but will occasionally add in a splash of colour -usually green which he says is for Slytherin even though it’s not Slytherin green at all. It’s Harry’s eyes.

Harry’s hair is always a mess. Most of the time it takes on the sex-hair/just-out-of-bed look but sometimes it’s just a mess. It spikes up in a way that almost defies gravity no matter how many times he tries to flatten it. Draco has finally cast away the excessive product and his hair falls neat and flat just past his ears. It’s parted in the middle of his head but Harry runs his fingers through it often enough that it rarely stays that way, much to Draco’s chagrin.

That’s just my mental picture though, what’s yours?



A Very Drarry Birthday, Ellen! I hope you like this picture I made for you. And there’s a (drabble) story to go with it too.

“Harry, where are you going?”asked Hermione, looking up from her book, seeing Harry bundled up in cloak and Gryffindor-red scarf.

“I want to go flying,” he replied.

Ron who was also there looked at him with raised eyebrows and a mouth that was slightly open. “Not that I don’t love Quidditch, mate, but it’s snowing so thick out there that you can barely see anything.” And it was. Snow had been falling all day, covering the grounds in a thick blanket of snow, although it was already the month of March.

“Wood would approve of the practice,” replied Harry with a shrug.

“Fanatic, that one,” said Ron, before making sure that the Quidditch Captain wasn’t around in the Common Room. “There’s much I’d do for Quidditch but Wood takes it to a new level.

“I’ll be back for dinner,” said Harry, with a headshake and a small smile and walked away.

He was indeed going to get his broom at the pitch, but simply flying wasn’t the reason he was heading out into the snow; there was someone he had promised to meet.

Once he had his broom he flew to the edge of the Great Lake, which was well on its way to freezing over again. By the shore there was a figure waiting for him; his hair was covered in snow so that it was difficult to tell apart from the pale blond locks.

“Potter!” hissed Malfoy as he descended. “Why exactly are we out in the snow when we could be toasty in a classroom somewhere?”

“We’re less likely to be noticed out here.”

“I beg to differ.”

“Come on.” Rather than arguing more with the other boy, Harry held out his hand, and he grinned when Malfoy accepted it, coming to sit on the broom next to him. The youngest seeker of the century steered the broom so that they ascended high into the air. Although the snow was thick, there was hardly any wind, and the air was as warm as it could be and still keep the snow from turning into rain. The large flakes fell silently; the world around them was muffled, and soon the only thing that was properly visible to Harry, was the young wizard next to him.

“It’s not so bad, is it?”

“Not so bad,” said Malfoy. His expression was soft, the way it would always turn when they were alone these days, ever since their first kiss. He took one of Harry’s hands, holding it in his lap, and so they sat, legs dangling over the edge of the broom. Nothing needed to be said, they had time now to just be the two of them, time to think of what else they could be doing, more kissing for example.