and harry hesitates

ok I was discussing this with a friend. So it’s likely that draco malfoy spent a lot of his time in the sun playing quidditch. But what if he got freckles???? and he covered them up with a spell or something because ‘malfoys don’t get freckles’

Family

Request: Hey, could you make one where Harry has a two year old daughter from his ex and she left him and the daughter, and Harry is dating you and his daughter(Darcy) calls her momma, and then the girl is from a rich family and she was told to leave him b/c of her parents didn’t like the fact he had a daughter without marriage, sorry if this is too specific, anyways thank u so much.


I changed the age to five.(:


Harry was hesitant at first to start a relationship with someone new. All he wants is what’s best for his daughter Darcy.

She’s his whole universe.

So when Harry met Y/N at a market in the cookies aisle, with a pout and furrowed eyebrows, oreos in one hand and chips ahoy in the other, he was hesitant to go talk to her.

But he did and now they’re standing in their kitchen, drinking coffee and a kale smoothie while Darcy is still sleeping in her room.

“I think we’re doing this backwards, love. ”

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Needing You More and More, Let’s Give Love A Try by supernope

Length: 33k

‘Do not get hard, do not get hard,’ Harry chants in his head. It’s working, but Harry still breathes a silent sigh of relief when Louis lets go of his wrists and clambers off of him. He doesn’t move for a moment, just watches Louis fuss nervously with his fringe before saying, “Why don’t we go walk off breakfast?”

Harry only hesitates for a second, then nods. He gets to his feet with a quiet, “Be right back,” and heads back to his bedroom to get dressed. Once safely enclosed in his room, Harry glares down at his belly and scolds, “It’s bad enough that you’re messing with my body temperature, do you have to mess with those hormones, too?”

There’s no answer from the baby, but Harry takes that as surrender. Pausing by his bed, Harry takes a second to shake off the residual, lingering embers of arousal before choosing an outfit for the walk. He’s already pregnant with a stranger’s baby, the last thing he needs right now is to be lusting after his best friend.

[OR when Harry gets pregnant after a one night stand, Louis helps him get everything together, from buying pregnancy clothes to taking him on a babymoon. Somewhere along the way, they realize that their feelings for each other are more than platonic.]

Ao3, Oneshot, Mustread

but really can you imagine minerva mcgonagall carefully going through the list of all the new firsties and efficiently whipping up their letters and getting to a one mr. harry james potter and hesitating, throat thick with emotion, as she remembers a tragically beautiful couple and the innocent baby whom they all tried so hard to protect and shedding a tiny tear and penning the words

dear mr. potter

and feeling content because at last, at long last lily and james’s child would truly be coming home

Drarry Headcanon: Post Sectumsempra Pt. II

Part One

My Writing

I decided to do a second part because I’m TRASH

  • So Harry wakes up very early to Draco shifting and then groaning in pain
  • He opens his eyes and sees Draco’s pained expression as he holds a hand to his bandaged body
  • “You okay?” Harry mumbles, still sleepy
  • “I-” Draco takes in a deep breath, in too much pain to finish
  • “Do you want me to get Madam Pomfrey?” Harry asks, concerned, and brushes some hair out of Draco’s face
  • Draco just nods, unable to speak
  • Harry hurries over to Madam Pomfrey and tells her Draco needs her. She grabs everything she needs but then three 3rd years looking extremely ill (from puking pastilles, if Harry had to guess) walked in, making Madam Pomfrey look flustered
  • “I can do it while you take care of those three if you’d like?” Harry offers. She looks hesitant, but he adds “It’s just disinfecting, healing cream, putting on new bandages, and giving him a pain potion. I’ve been in here enough times to know the procedure…I think I can manage it.” 
  • “Oh, alright. Thank you dear,” she responds. She hands off the materials to Harry and hurries over to the third years
  • Harry returns to Draco who looks annoyed
  • “Sorry it took so long. I’m gonna help you because some other people came in that needed her…I hope you don’t mind?”
  • Draco weakly shakes his head and closes his eyes, trying to will the pain away
  • Harry slowly helps Draco sit up a bit while Draco whimpers in pain
  • “I know, I know. I’m so sorry, love. Don’t worry it’ll feel better soon,” Harry soothes…he feels horrible, this is all his fault
  • Harry gently removes Draco’s bandages and winces at the sight of his cut up body
  • He lets out a shuddering breath. “God Draco…I’m so sorry I-”
  • Draco cuts him off with another whimper and shakes his head. “Please just make it better, Potter” 
  • Harry nods and quickly grabs the disinfectant. “This will probably sting,” he warns before slowly spreading it over Draco’s wounds
  • Draco lets out a sob and writhes in pain, clutching Harry’s arm for support
  • “Shh..you’re okay Draco. It will make it better I promise.” Harry strokes his hand through Draco’s hair as he finishes
  • Draco is breathing hard, tears running down his face as he looks up at Harry with a soft expression
  • “The worst part is over, love. No more pain now okay?” Harry reassures him as he pulls out the healing cream. Draco just nods and tries to calm his breathing
  • “It’s gonna be cold,” Harry warns again, but this time Draco moans at the coolness on his previously burning wounds once Harry begins to apply it
  • “See? Feeling better already.” Harry gives him a small smile. He finishes with that and grabs the bandages
  • “Almost done now, Draco. Just hold still for me for this part, okay?”
  • Draco just hums in response, now calmed down, and lets Harry quickly cover his body in bandages again
  • “Alright, last thing. Just for good measure. A pain potion because we can’t have you hurting like that again.” He hands the potion to Draco who quickly swallows it down, wrinkling his nose up at the taste
  • “You handled everything so well Draco, good job.” Harry reaches down and gently taps Draco’s nose. Draco, who is no longer blinded from everything except his pain, scowls up at Harry
  • “I’m not a child, Potter,” he grumbles
  • Harry grins. “I know but I like taking care of you and you’re just so cute, I couldn’t help it,” he teases
  • Draco pouts and looks away, blushing furiously
  • Harry laughs loudly and settles down next to Draco in his bed again. “I’m only teasing you, love”
  • Draco glares in Harry’s direction but won’t meet his eyes, blushing, somehow, even more
  • “What’s wrong?” Harry asks with a smirk
  • “You keep calling me love,” he mumbles
  • “So?”
  • “So I’ve never heard you say it to anyone else, so it’s clearly not a name you just toss around”
  • “Mm…you’re right,” Harry says as he leans over and presses a light kiss to Draco’s forehead
  • “Potter…” he warns
  • “Oh I’m sorry, was that not enough?” Harry jokes and before Draco can voice his confusion, Harry grabs his chin and turns Draco’s head towards him so he can gently kiss him on the lips
  • “Better?” He asks when he pulls away
  • “Much”
  • Harry laughs and carefully pulls Draco into him, the same position from the previous night, where they both drift off to get a few more hours of sleep
Just Desserts Served

“Hey, where’s dad?” Teddy came down the stairs of Grimmauld Place in all his turquoise hair glory with a puzzled expression on his face. He paused at the third step from the bottom and hung loosely onto the railing, swinging back and forth impatiently. Harry looked upon his adopted son with instant worry and remorse. 

“Teddy, are you alright? You know your dad is…” Harry hesitated. Your dad is what? Dead? Gone? Even after seven years of raising Remus’ son, the conversation of his parentage never got any easier. 

Teddy huffed, rolled his eyes, and gave Harry the crooked smile that was usually reserved for moments when Harry was being especially silly. 

“No, dad! I’m not talking about my birth father! I’m talking about my other dad. You know, your other half? The light of your life? The sarcastic blond that also lives here? Also known as your husband? Any of this ring any bells?” 

Harry’s mind immediately short circuited as he got stuck on the strange words coming out of Teddy’s mouth like “husband” and “dad”. He stood agape as he looked down at the boy in complete confused horror. Teddy raised his eyebrows expectantly up at him after moments went by without any answers. Harry opened and closed his mouth a few times before he finally was able to rasp out something that was thankfully english. 

“You mean, Draco?” 

Teddy snorted, and raised one eyebrow, looking very much like the man in question. “No, I mean Gilderoy Lockhart. Of coarse I’m talking about Draco!” 

Harry literally did not know what to say to that. His throat felt dry, so he swallowed, but there turned out not to be any saliva left in his mouth. He cleared his throat, “He’s having dinner with Aunt Narcissa tonight. He’ll be back in a couple of hours.” 

Teddy nodded to himself, “Oh, okay. Well, tell him that I need help with my potions project when he gets in.” 

Harry felt strange as he muttered an absent, “Alright”, and he couldn’t seem to stop the loud pounding in his ears. Teddy didn’t seem to notice anything amiss, however, as he walked unconcerned back up the stairs and into his room. 

When Draco got home late into the night, he found Harry sitting at the kitchen table with his bottom lip caught between his teeth. He didn’t look up as Draco entered the room, dropping his coat on the back of the chair and leaning against the counter. 

“You didn’t have to wait up. I told you I was having dinner with my parents tonight.” 

“We have a problem!” Harry looked up at Draco with wide eyes, and Draco’s breath caught in his throat. 

“Is Teddy alright?” he demanded. 

Harry exhaled, “Oh god, yes! Sorry, I didn’t mean to shout. It’s just that…” he found himself at a loss for words once again. How on earth should he approach a topic like this? 

“Just that what? Spit it out, Potter!” the other man snapped, and Harry could hear a slight bit of anxiety behind the aggravation.    

Harry pulled at his hair in frustration. “Fine!” he growled, “Teddy has somehow gotten the idea into his head that we’re together…as in, romantically.” 

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Play that clarinet at 0300 ONE MORE TIME, I dare you

i’m not in the one direction fandom but people making fun of it should just back off. it wasnt fun when fall out boy went on hiatus. it wasnt fun when my chemical romance broke up. it wasnt fun when ryan ross and jon walker left panic! at the disco. if you like any of those bands you know how it feels when something bad happens. it sucks. and, directioners, it’ll get better. when fob split, we got soul punk, one of the greatest albums ever made. when mcr split we got hesitant alien, frnkiero andthe cellabration, ray’s solo stuff, and electric century. when ryan and jon left p!atd, brendon and spencer still went on and made vices and virtues. harry, niall, louis, and liam will make great stuff on their own. it’s not the end of the world. and maybe yall will get some solo album out of zayn one day! basically, it sucks now but give it a year or two! it’ll get better. 

reblog/like if you post:

steven universe
my chemical romance
- ray toro please I need more ray
- mikey too please
fall out boy
halsey
josh dun (or top in general I just want more josh)
tattoos
animals
-lab puppies
-kittens
all time low
green day
foo fighters
harry potter
astrology/horoscopes

and I’ll follow you!!

To Being Friends [Narry]

Summary: It continues something like this, with Chinese food and thoughts of a stolen kiss and there’s still a kid involved but Harry kind of likes it. (Or a sequel to the kid!fic no one asked for.)

The next time Harry sees them, he’s just walking into the building on his way home from school, and he hears them first, the quick patter of Charlie’s feet slapping against the floor. Charlie comes peeling around the corner next, without Niall in sight, and he looks like he’s making a break for it, even more so when Harry can hear Niall shout from the elevators, “Charlie! Come back!”

Harry doesn’t hesitate to grab Charlie off the floor and shut the lobby door behind himself just so that Charlie doesn’t run out into the cold but he looks ready for it, in a nice blue puffy jacket that makes him look a bit like a snowman.

Still, Harry holds Charlie close to his chest, even though he’s wriggling and feverishly trying to get back to his escape. Harry just wouldn’t feel right letting Charlie loose on the room.

It’s not long before Charlie finally gives up on running away, and that’s when he starts pulling at Harry’s scarf instead, concentration drawing his eyebrows tight into a frown as he looks up to gauge Harry’s reaction. Harry tries to smile as best he can.

“Yes, hello there!” Harry says, and the words come out in a strangled voice because his scarf is tight around his neck but Charlie just grins toothily as Harry chokes. Harry tries tucking two fingers into his scarf to free his throat and he ends up grimacing more than anything else when he doesn’t succeed.

Luckily, Niall comes around the corner moments later, a big duffle on his shoulder and a harried look on his face, but it smoothes out a little when he sees them, just enough that Harry thinks he’s done the right thing.

Harry heaves Charlie higher in his arms and cocks his head to the side, “I think you’ve lost something, Niall.” Harry jokes, but it’s ruined a little when his voice comes out the slightest bit hoarse.

Harry won’t admit it, but it’s not entirely because of the scarf tight as a noose around his throat.

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by supernope

‘Do not get hard, do not get hard,’ Harry chants in his head. It’s working, but Harry still breathes a silent sigh of relief when Louis lets go of his wrists and clambers off of him. He doesn’t move for a moment, just watches Louis fuss nervously with his fringe before saying, “Why don’t we go walk off breakfast?”

Harry only hesitates for a second, then nods. He gets to his feet with a quiet, “Be right back,” and heads back to his bedroom to get dressed. Once safely enclosed in his room, Harry glares down at his belly and scolds, “It’s bad enough that you’re messing with my body temperature, do you have to mess with those hormones, too?”

There’s no answer from the baby, but Harry takes that as surrender. Pausing by his bed, Harry takes a second to shake off the residual, lingering embers of arousal before choosing an outfit for the walk. He’s already pregnant with a stranger’s baby, the last thing he needs right now is to be lusting after his best friend.

[OR when Harry gets pregnant after a one night stand, Louis helps him get everything together, from buying pregnancy clothes to taking him on a babymoon. Somewhere along the way, they realize that their feelings for each other are more than platonic.]

Ao3, One-Shot