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How to troll Educational decree number 31

Educational decree number 31: Boys and girls are not permitted to be within 8 inches of each other.

The Weasley twins initially looked up at the sign with an air of malice but then simultaneously an idea sparked in both of their heads and they turned to look at each other with matching grins of glee.

“You thinking what I’m thinking Georgie”

“I believe I am dear brother of mine”

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I wrote a little Lavender Brown character study because I love this beautiful girl and was listening to songs that made me think of her. (Inspiration for this ficlet was When You Were Young-The Killers). Likes/comments/reblogs always appreciated and loved <3

Here’s the thing.

Ron fit the list.

Lavender had found the list in her second-year journal, a pink little book with a lock. It took her ages to remember the whispered password, using phrases from “Mrs. Gilderoy Lockart” to all the little things she and Parvati had giggled obsessively about. In the end, the password was simply Parvati, because she was the only person trustworthy enough to know Lavender’s 12 year old secrets.

In the book was a checklist: a checklist of boyfriend criteria. She didn’t remember making the list, but imagined it came to be in the girl’s dormitory with Parvati giggling next to her. Parvati’s curly handwriting fit into the margins, disagreeing with some points and underlining the important ones.

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anonymous asked:

Deamuussssss "Okay, am I drunk or did you really just say that?"

137. “Okay, am I drunk or did you really just say that?”

“Okay, next round’s on me.”

“Nonsense. We’re celebrating your and Harry’s engagement. The bride-to-be does not pay for drinks.”

“Fine, then everyone give me their money. I’m at least still fetching them.”

There was shuffling around the booth as everyone reached into their pockets for money, and after collecting the coins and everyones drink orders, Ginny went up to the bar.

“She’s a good blade, our Ginny,” Seamus said, draining the last of his pint.

“Yeah, she’s the best,” Harry replied dreamily, resting his chin on his arms as he looked over to where Ginny was trying to get the attention of the bartender.

“Yeh know, it’s a real good thing yeh called dibs on her,” Seamus continued, his words slurring slightly. “Otherwise I might be tryin’ teh marry her.”

At this, Dean snorted. “Okay, am I drunk or did you really just say that?”

“What?” replied Seamus, turning to his boyfriend and looking offended.

“You realize Ginny is a girl right?” Dean said, his voice amused. “And you’re bent as–”

“–a nine bob note, yeah yeah,” Seamus finished. “Listen, love can overcome all sorts of obstacles.”

“Is that right?”

“Just because yeh missed yehr shot with Ginny doesn’t mean there’s no hope for me.”

“You better consider yourself lucky I missed my shot with Ginny. Otherwise I wouldn’t have settled for your arse.”

Seamus grinned. “Yeah, that’s true.” He leaned over and gave Dean a kiss on the lips.

“Are you two done talking about stealing away my girlfriend?” Harry interjected. Dean broke away from Seamus.

“She’s your fiancée, mate. You better get used to saying it.”

“Hey, he’s got time,” Ron chimed in. Then, raising his voice so he could be heard across the room. “Oi, Gin! You gonna come back with those drinks before we have beards like Dumbledore?”

Ginny weaved her way through the crowd, levitating the drinks in front of her with her wand. “Careful, Ronald. Or these are going on your head.”

Despite her threat, Ginny simply lowered the drinks down on the table and everyone grabbed their orders.

“Speaking of beards,” said Neville casually, taking a sip of his Firewhisky, “would you like to hear about how Seamus wants you to be his?”

“Just a little demonstration,” replied Harry. “I believe that I can make Malfoy do something none of you have ever seen him do before – from clear over here.”


Hermione gave him a puzzled frown. “Harry, you can’t cast spells on other students,” she said in her best Head Girl Voice. “You know it’s not allowed.”


Harry simply grinned at her. “I said it was magic. I didn’t say it was a spell.” He turned back to look at Draco. “Just watch,” he said. “It may take a few minutes. I have to wait for him to look up – this takes eye contact …”


A couple of seconds ticked by, as all the Gryffindors held their breath, waiting for Malfoy to stop reading …


Draco turned the page. He scanned that page for a leisurely moment, then turned another, then a couple more. At last he closed and folded the paper. He laid it next to his plate and finally looked up. Straight at Harry.


Harry smiled at him.


Draco tilted his head to one side, a tiny smirk on his lips. Then he smiled back. His most real, most genuine, most heart-stopping smile ever.


There was a collective gasp of breath from the Gryffindor table.


“Is that not the most breathtaking and wonderful thing you’ve ever seen,” said Harry softly, mesmerized.


“Holy Saints and Mother of God!” whispered Seamus.


“What?” demanded Ron.


“I don’t believe it!” said Seamus still awestruck. “Harry’s thawed the Ice King.”

—  Chekmate by Naadi
Some domestic deamus headcannons

Bc I’m in deamus hell rn and there really isn’t enough out there:

-They spend nearly all of both of their savings on a pretty little flat in London that they really can’t afford but Seamus can’t help but agree when he sees how in love Dean is with the place.

-The flat has a balcony on which Dean sets up an easel to paint landscapes (and seamus shh)

-Sunset kisses on the balcony

-Seamus likes to go for walks alone sometimes in the evenings. Dean totally respects it and has a cup of tea with two sugars waiting for him when he gets back

-Dean begins bewitching his drawings and Seamus is not amused that the first one is a drawing of him which explodes every so often

-Seamus discovers an interest in muggle photography and the flat ends up covered in Polaroids of places they’ve been (and Dean sleeping)

-Dean painting on Seamus and turning his freckles into tiny constellations much to Seamus’ delight

-They get a tiny black puppy and Dean insists they name it padfoot after ‘that really cool dog Harry used to have’

-Seamus finds a use for his talents in pyrotechnics as the head of creation in a wizarding fireworks company

-Seamus returning one day covered in turquoise ash and finding he can’t get it out of his hair no matter how hair he tries. Dean loves it and persuades Seamus it looks great (Hermione eventually removes it for him when they all meet up for drinks)

-Dean is a professional chaser now and Seamus still thinks it’s cute when he comes home splattered with mud

-Dean does most of the cooking because are you really going to trust Seamus with anything involving heat?

-Dancing to the same song they danced to at the Yule ball on their wedding night.

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Violet Beginnings

( Celebrating 500 followers!!! Thank you so much! This fic has been split into two parts. This is part two. Click here to read part one.)


Immediately upon entering, the previously rowdy group fell silent in anticipation. 

“So?” Hermione inquired looking concerned yet interested. 

Harry shrugged before finding and squishing into his seat next to his best friend. “We just talked.”

“What about?” Lavender pressed. 

Harry turned to look at Ron and Hermione as he spoke, “We’re friends now.”

The silence around them intensified. 

“Friends?” he heard Seamus demand with disgust, but his attention was still on his closest friends.

Hermione had a peculiar mix of pride and empathy written on her face, and Ron a firm, indecipherable thing. 

When Harry paid him no mind, Seamus continued, “He’s a death eater.”

Harry did look at him then. “Was a death eater.” 

Seamus sneered, “Once a death eater, always a -”

“No,” Harry interjected firmly, “Severus Snape was a death eater before he turned spy for the Order. Malfoy was a death eater. He’s not anymore.” 

“But Malfoy didn’t work for the Order. He never switched sides,” Lavender pointed out.

“He was an idiot, and he’s realized this.”

“That’s not enough!” Seamus growled, “What about Fred? It could’ve been him that done it!”

There were collective gasps around the group. Harry saw Hermione grip at Ron’s knee who’s face had gone pale. Ginny was glaring at Seamus mighty impressively for someone who had tears in their eyes. 

“Shut up, Seamus!” she snarled. 

Seamus, still red faced from either anger or shame, apologized and sat back down looking guilty and embarrassed. 

“I’m with Harry,” Ron said with a steady voice to the group, “He was an idiot, but he-he couldn’t have done it…murdered someone. He was just a scared kid. We all were.” He glared at Seamus until the other boy gulped, and then turned to Harry and smiled, “Besides, if Harry starts hanging out with the ferret, maybe he’ll actually shut up about him for once.”

Ron gave him a wink, and Harry returned it with a self depreciating grin. The group laughed and slowly returned to their own conversations. The rest of the train ride nearly felt normal. 


Dinner at the great hall was anything but. The returning eighth years were immediately separated from the rest of the school, and were ushered into a room off of the hall that Harry remembered from his first year. Headmistress McGonagall stood tall before all of them with a fierce glint in her eye. Her hands were clasped firmly against her stomach as she spoke. 

“Welcome back to Hogwarts for your extended and final year. Your life as students will be vastly different from the years previous. You are no longer children, and will not be treated as such. You will be given privileges the other students do not have. The curfew, for one, is none existent to you. You may visit Hogsmeade whenever you like, and your attendance to your classes will not be monitored.” There was a brief pause to allow for excited whispering. “However, I will ask you to remember that each and every last one of you has returned here by choice to complete your education. If you spend all your nights partying and partaking in any particular tomfoolery, and you find yourself failing classes, it will be no ones fault but your own. Furthermore, if you are caught behaving in a way that is inappropriate of a Hogwarts student, you will find yourself in my office quicker than you can say quidditch,” she paused and eyed them all tremendously, “Now. I am not ignorant to the reality of the relationships between your houses, and a such, I have decided not to split your year into houses this term,” there were groans and shouts of outraged all silenced swiftly by the professor’s steely glare, “Eighth years will share a common room and living area. Feel free to pick your room and your roommates, though I encourage you to pick one student from each house if possible. Which leads me to my next piece. If I find any student fighting another, no matter who either of them are, they will be expelled immediately. I do not care if the students are Gryffindor, Slytherin, pureblood, or muggleborn. We have all been through and have seen what prejudice can do, and I will have no patience for any of it. Is that understood?”

There was an instant chorus of ‘yes, Headmistress’, and Harry was happy to see that every last student had agreed. McGonagall, too, was proud. She smiled a small, but no less pleased smile, and then dismissed them. 


Once they entered the Great Hall, it was clear that the sorting ceremony had ended. They took their places at their respective tables, all anxious to get back to their familiarities and friends. Harry, once seated beside Hermione, looked up across the room and spotted Draco next to Pansy, though she didn’t appear to be speaking to him. 

Draco looked up and caught Harry’s questioning gaze, and answered with a small smile and a shake of his head. Harry furrowed his brows in confusion. 

“Why don’t you ask him if he wants to sit over here, with us?” Harry turned to Hermione who was already motioning to Draco for him to join them at the Gryffindor table. Draco sought out Harry with a panicked expression, but Harry simply smiled and threw his head in the direction of Hermione’s persistent waving. 

Draco slowly stood, looking no less anxious, and only then did Pansy take notice of him. In fact, the whole student body seemed to be mesmerized by Draco’s walk to the Gryffindor table. By the time he stood in front of Harry, the entire hall had been reduced to hushed whispering. 

“Have a seat, Draco,” Hermione offered. Draco hesitated for a long second. 

“Alright,” and then he sat down next to Harry just like that, making sure to cast the other boy a side long glance clearly meaning ‘what the hell?’. 

Harry sniggered and shrugged before taking a swig of pumpkin juice. Draco began to make his plate, and Hermione nodded at him, satisfied. 

“As I was saying,” and as Hermione prattled on about the upcoming curriculum and study regimes, the Great Hall went back to its boisterous celebration as if nothing unusual had happened. All except for Pansy Parkinson, who was gawking at Draco in disbelief. 

Harry nudged Draco’s shoulder with his own to get his attention. “So what’s with Parkinson? Why is she giving you the cold shoulder all the sudden?”

Draco finished chewing, and then wiped his mouth with his napkin, “Its not ‘all of the sudden’. We agreed over the summer that she shouldn’t be seen speaking with me.”

Harry frowned, “Why not?”

Draco shot him a raised eyebrow. “Death eater, remember?”

Harry opened his mouth to protest, but Draco silenced him with his hand, as in he literally put his hand over Harry’s mouth, his fingertips pressed firmly against Harry’s parted lips. Harry stopped breathing. Draco stared at his hand for a beat before coming back to himself and removing it hastily, putting it out of sight, safely onto his lap. 

“It would do no good for her reputation to be seen with me,” Draco spoke rougher than before. He took a sip of pumpkin juice to clear his throat while Harry recovered. 

“She does remember that it was herself to suggest in front of everyone that we should give me up to Voldemort, doesn’t she?” Harry asked dryly. 

“Ah, but she still doesn’t have one of these,” Draco explained as he gestured absently to his own arm, “This is far worse than any words she might have spoken when she was scared and desperate.” 

“You were scared and desperate,” Harry reminded him. 

Draco sighed, “You’re not a matyr, Harry. You don’t have to save us all.”

“Like you would ever need saving,” Harry mumbled without thinking. 

Draco’s gaze upon him turned tense and unwavering, “I did need saving, and you already did that once. You don’t need to do it again.”

Harry held his stare, “You saved me once, too.”

Draco broke first, and looked down at his food. “It was an accident.”

Harry smiled, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Draco said in a small voice, and went back to working on his plate. 


The feast finished off with Harry’s favorite dessert, and then the eighth years found themselves getting settled into their new living quarters. The new common room was a tasteful mix of all the house colors and the familiarities of each other’s old common rooms. There were vibrant colored mermaids swimming through the portraits hung on the wall. There was a stone fireplace that birthed blue flame. A bookcase took up the entire wall adjacent. There was a desk and an array of quills and parchment tucked neatly into one corner. A large sofa was the center of the room with love seats and arm chairs strewn about, all fabrics in the tones of the four houses. It looked comfortable, if a bit busy, but the group seemed to take it all with satisfaction. Off to the right side of the room was a staircase that could do nothing else but lead to their rooms. On that floor there were five violet doors arranged in a tight line.

“There’s no girls and boys,” Hannah Abbot pointed out. Significant looks and leers were exchanged and Harry heard Ron and Hermione arguing about this new revelation. Hermione ended the spat with a firm, “I am not sharing a room with you, Ronald.”

Harry was sure it had more to do with the fact that she had just escaped a year in a tent with the both of them, than it was the indecency of the matter. 

As the rest of his peers began grouping off, Malfoy sat on the edge of a love seat looking uncertain. Harry caught Pansy looking at him guiltily with Blaise by her side, tugging at her arm, but looking just as conflicted. 

“What’s the matter, death eater?” Zacharias Smith spat, “Not even your own kind want to-” 

“Malfoy, you’re rooming with us, aren’t you?”

Harry, Pansy, Blaise, and Malfoy all gaped at Ron, along with those who were left in the corridor. The only person who didn’t seem shocked by Ron’s invitation was Hermione, who was beaming up at him with pride. Harry recovered first, and shot Malfoy an encouraging and welcoming grin. Malfoy stood, looking just a little bit taller. 

“Certainly, Weasley.” 

He made his way over to them where Neville gave his shoulder a friendly pat. Hermione stood on her tip toes to give Ron a kiss, and wished them all a goodnight before heading to her room with Padme and Susan. 

Their room looked identical to every other dorm in the castle, bar the hanging curtains that were a matching violet to the door. Having roomed together before, Harry, Ron, and Neville all easily assimilated into their new living space. 

“Thank you, Weasley,” Draco spoke from the dresser where he was hanging his clothes. 

Ron shrugged, “It was no big deal. We’re friends now, right? You should probably call me Ron though. There are a lot of Weasleys.” Ron’s voice tightened at the end, but his friends pretended not to notice. 

Malfoy nodded once. “Ron then,” he said confidently. 

“You can call me Neville, if you want. Though, I think that might not be as fun as calling me Longbottom.” 

Draco furrowed his brows and frowned at the ground. Harry looked over at Neville with worry, but although his face was stern, he could tell he wasn’t angry. 

“I’m sorry…Neville for treating you poorly in our past. You have proved yourself to be a strong wizard, and I regret judging you prematurely.”

Harry pressed his lips together and inhaled through his nose. It wasn’t the best apology, but Neville seemed to accept it anyway as he smiled warmly at Draco before clasping him on the shoulder once more. 

“Its alright, then. I thought I was a rubbish wizard, too. Turns out, we were both wrong.”

Harry saw a faint blush paint Draco’s face, and he turned back to his trunk to hide his smile. Being friends with Draco was going surprisingly well, and if a little more ended up happening between them, they could blame it on violet beginnings.              

•First Kiss•

Word Count: 866
Request: N/A
Author: Ashlyn
Warnings: none
Notes: this took me way to long to write so I hope you kiddos enjoy!

•Harry•
“(Y/NNNNN),” Harry whined, “We’ve been studying for two hours Love, can’t we take a break?”

“No Harry, you barely are getting the questions right and you can’t afford another bad grade from Snape,” You responded, slightly annoyed at your whiny boyfriend. It was silent for a few moments before Harry slammed your book closed and threw it on the floor. He then grabbed both sides of your face and slammed his lips to yours, falling back with you on top of him.

“Isn’t this so much better then studying (Y/N)?”

•Ron•
“You’re so beautiful (Y/N),” Ron whispered as you two waltzed across the dance floor at the Yule Ball. You blushed and looked down.

“I mean it (Y/N), you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.”
As the song came to the end, Ron started leaning in, and as an instinct, you leaned in too. When your lips met, you both felt something you had never felt with anyone else.

•Draco•
“Okay Draco, open up,” you told him while holding a chocolate frog. Draco complied, opening his mouth, only for you to shove it in yours. Draco had never looked more confused and decided to do something about it. So he the did the first thing that came to mind. Draco grabbed both sides of your face and kiss you passionately. You immediately kissed back, the flavor of chocolate and mint mixing together making the kiss even more enjoyable.

•Fred•
(This is at the end of your third and Fred’s fourth year) “Fred?” You asked, trying to get the attention of your beloved boyfriend, who was frustrated about their loss against Slytherin. He remained silent.

“Fred, baby, look at me,” you said, tilting his chin so his eyes met yours, before gently pressing your lips to his.

•George•
You had just become a victim of one of Fred and George’s pranks. So there you were, standing in the middle of the corridor, covered in an unknown slimy substance, embarrassed and beyond pissed. Of course, the prank was not meant for you, so George immediately freaked out when you became the victim, thinking you were going to break up with him.

“(Y/N)! I’m so so so sorry love! This prank wasn’t meant for you! Please, don’t be mad I’m so sor-” You cut George’s stuttering short with a firm kiss to his lips.

•Neville•
Neville had been spoiling you with little gifts all week, from flowers to candy, anything that would make you smile. You were not sure why though, not that you were complaining about Neville’s sudden loving outburst, though so you found out why. A few days after his gift-giving fest began, Neville pulled you aside between classes.

“(Y/N), your probably wondering why I’m leaving you so many gifts. You see, my mum and dad aren’t doing so good so I’m going to be gone for a week to visit them at St. Mungo’s. I leave tomorrow.” He finished with a sigh, looking down at his feet, until he heard little sniffles coming from you.

“(Y/N) no no no please don’t cry love. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He said while tilting your chin up to meet your eyes. He gently pressed his lips to yours, hoping to cheer you up.

•Seamus•
Seamus had an awful day, Potions had been extra difficult that day, Snape yelling at him a few times for things he didn’t even do. He was beyond exhausted and all he wanted to do was go to bed. So, when you didn’t see him at dinner, you got curious. You left dinner early to go looking for you beloved boyfriend, immediately heading to his dorm. And that is where you found you Seamus, laying on his stomach, sprawled across the bed, crying his eyes out.

“Seamus….” You said gently while rubbing his back. He continued sobbing, so you laid on your stomach next to him, still rubbing his back.

“Seamus, baby, what’s wrong? It’s okay baby, it’s okay.” He finally turned to face you, which is when you placed a passionate kiss on his lips.

“I love you (Y/N).”

“I love you too Seamus.”

•Oliver•
“Oliver….”

“I should’ve been paying more attention…..”

“Oliver….”

“I could’ve stopped th-”

“OLIVER!” You yelled at your frustrated boyfriend, “Oliver, you guys won, stop freaking out about it.”

“That’s the thing (Y/N), we barely won.” He responded, trying to make it seem like a huge deal. It wasn’t. So you just stood up, walked over to Oliver, and placed a firm kiss on his lips.

•Marcus•
“The seeker has caught the snitch! Slytherin wins!”
Everyone knew Slytherin was going to beat Hufflepuff, but they came anyway. You had been cheering loudly for your boyfriend, Marcus, the entire time. That was until he flew over to the stands, grabbed both sides of your face, and kissed you in front of the entire school. This caused the crowd go even wilder as you two shared your passionate kiss.

Hello loves! This took me two days to write so I really hope you enjoyed! Sorry for any errors!

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