but then i realized he was looking at harry

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Sirius and Lupin had given Harry a set of excellent books entitled Practical Defensive Magic and its Use Against the Dark Arts, which had superb, moving color illustrations of all the counterjinxes and hexes it described. Harry flicked through the first volume eagerly; he could see it was going to be highly useful in his plans for the D.A.

this comes from my very staunch headcanon that remus broke sirius out of grimmauld place at least once

alright look I know a lot of people argue about how romione was barely hinted at and that the lead up was weak

but listen. we are told the story through Harry’s eyes. Harry Oblivious Potter. The fact that Harry even realized AT ALL that Ron and Hermione loved each other says so much bc listen it takes a LOT for Harry to notice stuff okay

Like tbh they could have been shagging right in front of him and he would be like “Ron and hermione are fighting again, Quidditch is good though and I wonder what Malfoy is up to”

“Wait. Malfoy, you’re drunk! Please, get away. Go to bed.” Harry said, his eyes wide.

Draco smirked, pressing Harry against the wall in one swift move.

“You’re mine tonight, Potter.” he slurred.

Harry was as pale as hell, and a bit scared. Damn. Even in his drunk glory, Malfoy still looked dashingly handsome. Now this was a side he never got to see.

“W-what are you doing?”

“I think you know.”

And then, Draco swooped in for the kill, harshly pressing his lips to Harry’s.

Harry couldn’t help but groan a bit. It felt better than he had imagined. Then he realized, as Malfoy let Harry explore his mouth, that Malfoy didn’t taste like Firewhiskey or alcohol. At all.

“Huh? But I thought-”

“Surprise. Now, are we going to my room or not?”

“Ah…fine. I’m all yours.”

“Thought so.”


A drabble in which a seemingly drunk Draco kisses a very surprised Harry.

“It shouldn’t be snowing so soon.” Harry is staring at the sky, the snow dropping on his face before he notices her staring at him. “Hm?” His hum is higher, out of confusion as to why she’s looking she presumes, and Y/N lifts her hand to his cheek.

“Your cheeks,” she murmurs, a grin broadening on her mouth, “Oh, your cheeks Harry!” She cries out, fingertips denting the cold skin, “I’ve never seen you blush before.”

“Blush?” Harry asks, hand lifting to cover hers, “I’m blushing?”

or 

Harry is still very smitten with this human, and Y/N loves a bunny

(PART 1)

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I can just imagine

After the war, everyone becoming friends and Draco’s line of “My father will hear about this” becoming an infamous joke. Harry and Ron teasing him with it; Pansy, Theo and Blaise adding fuel to the fire with stories from their childhood. Draco hates it but his best defense is only ever “I said it a COUPLE TIMES! Get over it!” And everyone just looks at him like 😒 “a couple times?” And it never gets better but in the end it becomes endearing.

One time while they’re out for drinks Ron uses the joke and Draco realizes the ginger is using it as teasing banter, not a low-hanging insult and he tosses back a bitting quip that’s met with laughter and another round.

.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*

“Is your father going to hear about this?” Harry asks as they’re both catching their breath in a dark hallway, shoved against the wall.

“Not until I know you’re never leaving me.”

AU where Harry isn’t the BWL but his Invisibility Cloak is a horcrux

Can you imagine the look on Dumbledore’s face later in the AU when he realizes he gave Harry Potter a horcrux?????

And Harry is just like, this is my cloak. Mine. Give it to you so you can destroy it? Hell-to-the-fucking-no.

Also imagine all the cloak shenanigans when Harry is sneaking around the school. “WOULD YOU STOP YOU’RE GOING TO GET ME CAUGHT.” “Well maybe you should’ve thought about that when you ignored me five minutes ago.” “For fuck’s sake Tom–Filtch’s cat was three feet away.” “And?”

When Voldemort tries to get his horcrux back. “Dispose of the boy.” “No, bring him with us.” “I will not.” “I’m not going with you unless you’re bringing him with us.” “…”

Dating Newt Scamander would include…

Originally posted by to-find-out

-Being incredibly shy around each other at first

-Although both of you soon realizing that you just belong to the other one

-Travelling the world together, looking for all the creatures that you haven’t seen yet

-Basically living out of the suitcase (you see what I did there?)

-Pickett being a bit jealous of you at first, though growing into loving you as much as he loves Newt

-Niffler occasionally giving you shiny things he ‘found’ somewhere

-Helping Newt with his creatures as much as possible

-Newt putting an arm around you while kissing your cheek when he’s excited

-You giggling and putting your head in the crook of his neck

-Going through everything together

-Being genuinly cheesy around each other, like, all the forehead/nose kisses, all the hugs from behind

-Falling asleep in each other’s arms every eveing, though not until you told the other one how much you love them

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#do you ever think about hermione and how it must have felt to realize that your best friend #your one constant in this crazy world - the one with whom you would stick through thick and thin #the one you would die for so he wouldn’t have to die alone #how it must have felt when the inkling that harry might be the final horcrux #made its roots in the back of her mind #the utter despair and denial she must have gone through #how she must have cursed for the first time her title of brightest witch of her age #because ignorance for once might be better than this #might be better than knowing that each moment might be the last #that this is the last adventure #her pleading in the forest to stay hidden and grow old becomes so much more heartbreaking when you wonder if she knew then #how long has she known #how many times did she prepare herself to say goodbye #until that moment on the stairs #because this is it #and she’s not ready #how do you ever ready yourself to watch a piece of your heart walk out of your life #possibly for the last time #how #(i made myself sad) (via overlyaffectionategreeting)

“Support Me” Part 2a

I’m a little late so…sorry

Anyway, here is the happy (I’m reluctant to call it happy) ending to this fic.

Don’t worry lovelies…hardcore angst is coming ;)

Originally posted by newdscamander

The London air seemed a hundred times cooler that night as Newt sat on the stone sidewalk.

After a couple minutes of recollecting his thoughts, comprehending what had just happened, he went out to find you, only to realize he was too late. He frantically looked around for you, calling your name into the night, but you were already gone.

He clutched his scarf closer to his lips as the wind picked up.

He couldn’t believe he had driven you away. He should have begged you to stay, or to let him come with you, but he didn’t, and he prayed to God it wouldn’t be the biggest mistake of his life.

After what felt like years, his eyelids began to droop, threatening to plunge him into sleep.

So Newt got up off the side of the road and reluctantly walked back into his empty apartment.

———-

It had been two months. Was that how long you said you would be away? Was it longer? Was it shorter? Were you injured? He couldn’t stop the cascade of terrifying thoughts flood his mind.

He checked his mailbox religiously, hoping you had forgiven him and sent a letter, letting him know you would return early. He waited day after day for any note from you or the ministry, so when one finally came, he was beside himself with anxiety and excitement.

He tore open the familiar red seal, fumbling over his hands to read the smudged writing.

Sir-or-Madam,

We regret to inform you that a report has been received from the Department of Law Enforcement to the effect that Auror (Y/N) (L/N)…

Your name had been written in by some frighteningly unmistakable handwriting.

was posted as “missing in action” on the 1st of December 1931…

He couldn’t read any further. The thin parchment slipped through his fingers, falling silently to the floor.

Missing in action. The three words rang in his ears like thunder.

He fought the tears threatening to pour down his cheeks.

You had been missing for nearly four weeks, and not only did the Ministry wait so long to send him the details, but the details they sent were in a generic and impersonal fashion. The ministry sent this about disposable people. About meaningless people, both of which you were far from.

He felt his world come crashing down.

What if that was the last time he had ever seen you? What was the last thing he had ever said to you? He replayed that argument over and over in his head everyday, deciphering your actions over and over, yet now, he couldn’t place his mind on anything but that damned letter.

He bent down and scooped it up, knees wobbling and hands trembling.

There was another paragraph. inadequately trying to explain that “missing in action” was not necessarily “killed in action,” just rather wounded or possibly held prisoner.

Both of which made Newt’s stomach churn.

What was he suppose to do with this? You were thousands of miles away from him, and he had no idea what condition you were in. Nobody did. Was he suppose to sit and wait for you? Did he really have a choice?

The ministry assured that he would be notified as soon as possible whenever there was news of your activity, but he had a sinking feeling that wouldn’t be the case.

How many times had he waited by the door for news that his brother was safe, and how many times had he gotten this exact same letter? How many times had he waited for a loved one to come home, and how many times would he have to do it again?

He begged himself not to think like that.

————–

Another two months raged on, though it felt like lifetimes were passing, rather than days.

Minutes didn’t feel appropriate enough to describe the time you’d been gone, so he attempted to create a more appropriate calendar.

You had been away for ten breakdowns.

A hundred sleepless nights.

A thousand tears,

And about a million unheard apologies.

He had gotten a measly three letters since the first, each with more inconclusive information. What was so frightening was how consistent they use to be, one coming week after week. Now, it had been a month, and the mailbox was still empty.

It drove him completely mad.

He couldn’t even bring himself back into work because of his laughably low productivity, so he spent his days in his little blue loveseat, sat so far to the side it was as if he were making room for a person who wasn’t there.

He watched the wall clock strike midnight, mentally ticking off another day since your disappearance, fighting the tears threatening to break away.

When the apartment seemed too unbearably empty, he gathered his blue coat and headed for the door, ready to take another walk down the busy London streets. Maybe he could manipulate the  noises into some kind of company.

He reached for his umbrella and laid a hand on the door handle, eyes glued to the carpet.

When the door finally swung open, he expected his eyes to land on the door mat outside, but instead, they met a scruffy pair of brown boots, trembling and glued to the floor.

He dared to let his eyes drift up the person standing in front of him, until he finally saw your face.

He had almost forgotten what you looked like.

He had almost forgotten how beautiful you were.

Your eyes locked for a moment, a silence hung in the air, part from disbelief, and part of utter shame.

“Newt…I-” you started, expecting him to be heartbroken or furious. You couldn’t finish your apology, because his umbrella clattered to the floor and he hooked his arm around your waist, pulling you into an embrace.

And suddenly, the world fell away. It didn’t even feel like real life.

“I-I shouldn’t have run out on you like that” he focused on the sound of your voice, letting it calm his breathing.

“I’ve been so worried” he managed to say, realizing how hoarse his throat was. When was the last time he had spoken to anyone?

You attempted to pull him back to arm’s length, but his muscles froze and held on even tighter. You giggled and lightly stroked his back in return.

“It’s okay, I’m okay Newt!” You were cold and soaked from the rain, but you could still feel the hot tears soak into your shirt.

“Don’t cry…because you know…” your voice began to break as well.

“…you know when you cry, I cry” Newt stayed quiet, not wanting to risk saying anything that would ruin this moment.

He had tried every way to cope with your absence. He indulged into his work with his creatures, he went to drink at the pubs (among other things he wasn’t so proud of), but nothing made him feel the relief and the warmth that this one simple gesture did.

There was no amount of alcohol that could replace your heat.

There was no amount of work that could distract him like you did.

He held you tightly, never wanting to let you go ever again.

Because if he did, he wasn’t so sure he could survive.

Harry Potter Preferences: First ‘I Love You’

Harry: 

You and Harry were sat by the lake. He began playing with your fingers, “I’m so happy I can call you mine”. You chuckle, “Likewise, Potter”. He smiles, “I’m serious, Y/N”. You look at him shocked, not once had he told you he loved you. You smile, “I love you too, Harry”. He smiles, leaning in to kiss you passionately. When you both break away, you can’t help but smile.

Ron: 

You had finally convinced Ron to take you to Hogsmeade on a date. It took a lot of convincing as he had Qudditch practice the night before, “Thank you for agreeing to do this, Ron”, you say smiling. He chuckles, “Of course, I love you”. You stop in your tracks after realizing what he had just said. You smile, “I love you too”. He chuckles, “I know”. 

Hermione: 

You had asked her to help you with some last minute studying, “I don’t get any of this”. She chuckles, “You will soon, don’t worry”. You sigh, “You’re lucky I love you”. Hermione gasps, “You really love me?”. You smile, “Of course, I don’t ask just anyone to study with me”. She smiles, “I love you too”.

George: 

He had asked you to meet in the common room after everyone had gone to sleep. “George, why did you ask me to come down here?”, you ask when you sit down on the couch next to him. He sighs, “I just wanted to tell you that I love you”. You smile, “I love you too, silly”. He smiles, “I don’t know why I was so worried”. You chuckle, “Me neither but you didn’t have to wake me up in the middle of the night”. You both laugh. 

Fred: 

You and Fred were coming up with new pranks when you finally had an idea of a great prank. Fred smiles, “God I love you”. You chuckle, “Well I’m glad you see me for the genius I am”. His smile drops, “Don’t you love me”. You laugh, “Of course I love you”. He smiles, “You sure know how to keep a guy questioning”. You grin, “Makes it all the more worth it”.

Neville: 

Neville had asked you to meet him in the Astronomy tower. “What did you want to talk about?”, you ask. He smiles, “Nothing important, I just wanted to spend some time together with you”. You smile, resting your head on his shoulder, “This is nice. We should do this more often. I love you”. You felt him tense up before relaxing, “I love you too”.

Oliver:

You went to meet Oliver after Qudditch practice, “How’s my lovely captain doing?”. He chuckles, “I’m doing great. I missed you”. He wraps his arms around your waist as you wrap your arms around his neck. “I missed you too”. He smiles, “I love you”. You nuzzle your nose against his, “I love you too”.

Remus: 

You found him on his bed after a bad transformation the night before, “How you feeling?”. He sighs, “A little sore but better now that you’re here. I love you”. You smile, “I love you too. I wish I was there with you”. He sighs, “Not gonna happen. I don’t want to hurt you”. You smile, “I know. Now lie down. I’ll be right here”. He cuddles close to you before drifting off to a much needed sleep.

James: 

You and James were making your way towards Hogsmeade for a date. “I’m glad we finally get to do this”. He smiles, “I know. I’m sorry I’ve been busy with the boys. I really do love you”. You smile, “I know. I love you too. Your loyalty towards others is one of the reasons why I love you”. He smiles, kissing the top of your head, “I’m lucky to have you in my life″.

Sirius: 

You were helping Sirius study for his OWLs, seeing as he could use all the help but that wasn’t going as planned as he kept distracting you. “Sirius, will you please st-”, he interrupts you, “I love you”. You stop talking, before regaining your composure, “I love you too but I’m not the one that needs help”. He smiles, “I will but only for you”. You chuckle, “Alright, let’s continue”.

Requested By: Anonymous

Guys what i just realized that grindlewald used Albus’s middle name.
-Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
-Percival Graves
So we obviously dont know if graves was an actual person and grindlewald was using a really great glamour of the guy but obviously he still feels something for Dumbledore because he used that name when he could have used literally any other name. So looking at the way gellert handled Credence i want to assume that he also used some of these tactics on dumbledore before there fallout with each other as well.

Originally posted by poesiainterminable

Wands and Wizards.

Draco was once again off his rocker. He’d taken to the new order of heartstrings and stored them with the unicorn hairs, realized what he’d done, flew back into the storeroom to undo what he’d messed up and had gotten distracted with resorting the empty wand boxes again. See Draco had a date and when he had a date coming, Draco went a bit barmy.
Harry smiled into his bittersweet coffee, before easing back into another frown. Draco was flustered, he looked so disheveled when he was flustered, it was sort of adorable.
“What’s this one do then?” Harry sighed from the doorway.
“What?” Draco cried, breaking his attention away from the larger boxes.
“Who is he? What does he do?” Harry tried again.
Draco furrowed his brows before standing up once more, “Inter-species relations. How?-”
Harry hid his face in his cup, smirking resolutely as he returned to the front once more leaving Draco to flap about before he gave himself away.
“And how are we this fine morning Mr. Potter?” Mr. Ollivander asked from the record books at the counter top.
“Draco has a date,” Harry chuckled.
Ollivander seemed to make an ‘O’ sort of shape with his mouth in understanding, nodding reverently before arising once more and declaring himself tired. “I trust you with the repairs Harry, we won’t be making much progress with the unyielding oak anytime today anyway!”
Harry rolled his eyes in response, they’d been working on the unyielding oak wand, 13 inches, for about 3 months now and it was being quite stubborn, much like a certain coworker, this wand had a temperament.
“You just get your rest, well try it tomorrow?” Harry smiled. After the war Ollivander hadn’t quite recovered to full health, it could be attributed to his age as well as the ordeal of it all but every now and again he would take a day to himself, let Harry and Draco run things and rest in his apartment above the shop.
“I’m sure of it!” Ollivander smiled once more before making for the door that lead to his apartment stair.
Placing his cup down Harry went to the record books, looked through receiving, three new wands in for repair, every time a new one came in Harry would think of Ron’s broken wand in second year and smile to himself.
“Where’s Ollivander? Upstairs?” Draco popped his head around the corner.
Harry nodded.
“What about the oak?”
“Tomorrow he says,” Harry mumbled into the paperwork.
“Ah,” Draco sighs acceptingly. “I’m taking lunch at 11. If you want to take lunch at 1 I’ll shut up shop for you?”
A very small, bitter, selfish part of Harry, the very jealous miserable part, wanted to deny Draco of this but he was being polite about it and it was true that Harry hated closing up at the end of the day. Draco must really want this lunch date, Harry groaned.
“Yeah okay, whatever. I’ll be in the workshop till then working repairs.” Harry grabbed the repairs pile and staring down at the floor made for the workshop.
Once Harry was alone, had shut the door and locked it, only then did he put the broken wands down and relax comfortably into his shitty mood.

Three years ago Harry Potter had completed his Auror training with flying colours and actual honest to Merlin recommendations. He was in the DMLE Auditorium graduating, listening to his superiors go on about the life and duty of an Auror when he felt inexplicably bored.
He’d decided in that very moment that he didn’t want to be an Auror anymore and left the celebration feeling rather useless and a little lost. He didn’t mean to stumble into Mr. Ollivander closing up, but when he did it only made sense to chat to him for a bit, see how he was. They ended up talking about the Elder Wand for a long while and then wands in general.
After a few hours Harry had somehow gotten hired as Garrick Ollivander’s apprentice.
He remember coming into the shop the very next morning, getting a full tour of the workshop, the workfront and storeroom. It was Draco’s shock of white blonde hair nosing through the storeroom that had shocked him the most.
Draco having being pardoned of his crimes during the war had however been given community service, a chance to pay back the community or those he’d hurt. He’d chosen to help Ollivander at his shop, free of charge, to repay him of the time he’d spent at Malfoy Manor.

There was a knock at the workshop door that awoke Harry from his daydreaming.
“Ugh, Potter. It’s almost 11.” Draco spoke through the door, so clear to Harry that he could imagine him through the door.
“Fine!” Harry barked, “I’ll be there in a sec!”
He heard Draco mumbled before walking from the door.
“Anything?”
“Just a few pots of wand polish.” Draco grumbled, refiling the receipts in the old cash drawer.
Harry was about to tell Draco to calm down, he was about to soothe him. He could make him a cup of tea. Or maybe he would just tell him to shove the date and stay at work with him, he could-
No, there was a bloke coming through the door and he was well dressed. Harry rolled his eyes and hovered by the nearest shelf, leaning against it.
“Draco!” The man cried, sounding all too happy to see him.
Harry watched with tensed jaw as Draco looked up and brightened at the man, sending the heat of jealousy to curl inside his chest.
“Alphonse!” Harry rolled his eyes back into his head at Draco’s returned cry.
The aforementioned Alphonse had slicked back brown hair and pale blue eyes, he wore the latest fashions robes, or so Harry assumes. He had a pleasant enough face and it annoyed him. He imagined them together, smiling together in photos and going for trips over the weekend.
He snorted in annoyance.
“Oh um Alphonse, this is er.. Harry.” Draco introduced him. The only time Draco ever referred to him as Harry was to other people. To his dates.
“You two better hurry along now,” Harry offered smally, wishing they’d leave already so he could revert his jealousy into a comfortable wallowing.
“My word. Harry Potter! You never told me you worked with Harry Potter. I’d heard he’d left the Aurors but Wands, of course!” Alphonse gushed and then suddenly Harry’s anger and resentment left him. The look of Draco’s face recede from happiness into a reserved acceptance made his heart go out to him.
“Ah, yes. Potter here makes the wand, or at least helps makes the wands.” Draco offered but Alphonse didn’t hear a word he said. Harry on the other hand noticed he was back to being Potter.
“You should come to lunch with us, it would be wonderful. You must share you stories with us!”
Lord, Harry thought.
Draco was biting his tongue he could see but he looked mad. “Um, I’m sure that would just bore the pants off of Draco!” Harry tried, his mind blanching at the thought of getting into Draco’s pants that way. “I’ve got to watch the shop anyway, you know, make the wands. I have a stubborn piece of oak to work on.” He gestured to the back and hoped Draco would get the gesture he was trying to make. He would however not look him in the eye.
“Oh of course, you’re perfectly right. Some other time then?” Alphonse smiled hopefully.
Harry just nodded, offering a tight smile, feeling highly uncomfortable.
“Should we go?” Alphonse returned his attentions back to Draco who in the meantime had placed his stoic face on indifference on, in an act of Lucius type diplomacy, he smiled his best fake smile and took Alphonse’s offered arm.
“Fuck.” Harry exhaled when they were out of sight down the street.

-+-
Harry had repaired the cracks in two wands, and polished the third finding nothing at all wrong with it. He had few customers, received a few invoices and tried tidying up a little before giving into the pull of the workshop.
He’d reached the oak and caressed the wood, even in it’s stasis, the magic thrumming within it pulsed. He decided he’d use some unicorn powder to help align it with the unicorn hair he’d hoped it’d take to but as soon as he sprinkled the littlest amount of it to the right spot, the magic surrounding it flared and rebelled. Getting unicorn horn flecks in his hair.
“Ah, I thought I felt the oak acting up!” Ollivander croaked from the doorway. “What have I told you about wand-making Harry?”
“Like a wand chooses a wizard, the wand chooses its core. Never force it, yes I know.” Harry groaned, “I just thought I’d tempt it or something.”
“I don’t think you should be focusing your efforts on the oak,” Ollivander smiled knowingly.
“Wha-?” Harry smiled confused before a loud bang erupted from the front.
“FUCK YOU POTTER FUCK YOU!” Draco cried, his raw magic thrusting the wand boxes from their places upon the shelves as he stormed forward.
Harry met him in the hall, recognizing the mood, not wanting Draco to ruin the workshop.
“FUCKING FUCK YOU POTTER! You win over my dates without even trying to!” Draco yelled into his face now, mere centimetres away. Harry felt light headed by the proximity.
“I- uh, What?” Harry managed.
Draco took a breath, “Alphonse. Couldn’t ruddy stop talking about the famous fucking Harry Potter, Saviour of the fucking World.”
“What did I do?” Harry winced at his own word, feeling Draco inch close if possible.
“What did you do? What did you do! He was so besotted with you, he spoke of nothing else.” Draco’s fire broke, “I don’t think. I don’t think I’ll be seeing him again.”
“Shame.” Harry accidentally let slip.
“What was that?! Do you have a problem with Alphonse?”
Shit! Harry hadn’t meant to say that last bit out loud, “Uh no?”
“OH! So it’s a problem with me dating?!” Draco snapped back, fire roaring back to life. “Big bad Death Eater should just stay at home and keep to himself is that it?”
“Fuck! No! I just- Look you seem to do well for yourself, Mark or no. Just you have to admit-” Harry fumbled.
“What?!” Draco cried incredulously. “I date too much is it?”
At this point, it would seem the straw finally broke the horse’s back, Harry snapped, Draco was just too in his face, and he wasn’t winning, he never won with Draco anymore. “You DO get around quite a bit, I have noticed!”
“I get around!? I get around?! Are you calling me a slut Harry?” Draco was yelling again.
Part of Harry realized that Draco had slipped and called him Harry to his face but for the most part Harry was mad and stupid and jealous, ignoring the slip to yell back with: “If the wand fits!”
Draco looked like the air was knocked out of him.
There was a thump behind them within the span of awkward silence. Turning to see what it was, Ollivander. Shit! Harry scrambled to the old man. And panic settled in his chest, overthrowing anything else he may have been feeling.

They’d spent the night with Ollivander at St.Mungo’s, not speaking to each other unless it was something akin to ‘Can you get him some water?’ Or ‘I’m going to talk to the nurse again.’
When morning came they took him home, to rest in his own apartment upstairs, close enough for them to keep an eye on.
Draco tidied the wands, placing them back into their places. Harry made them a cuppa, extra strong coffee for himself, extra sweet tea for Draco.
“Here,” Harry whispered, tea in hand.
“Cheers,” Draco took the cup and sipped it, his furrowed brows easing at the taste.
“I was thinking I’d take the couch upstairs, stay overnight with him. I’ll open up tomorrow, watch over him.” Harry said resolutely, waiting for Draco to fight him on this, as they’d fought stupidly the day before.
“You sure?” Draco whispered, throat husky and unused. “Maybe I can do the same the next night, depending on how he’s doing?”
Harry swallowed hard, tempering his feelings. The Mediwitch hadn’t been hopeful, this hadn’t been the first time after all, they’d told them to make him comfortable.
“Yeah, sure.” Harry croaked, making for the stairs.
Draco followed him and together they sat with their dying Maestro.
“Ollivander? Garrick?” Harry tried.
A soft Accio was whispered and a cluttered desk reshuffled itself messily in the lounge outside the door, a set of parchments came flying through the room before it landed in Draco’s hands.
“Read it my boy.” Ollivander croaked.
Draco took his time, reading over each line, eyes bulging as he reread a few of them again and then tears streaked his cheeks suddenly, leaving Harry lost.
“What is it?” Harry tried to whisper.
“He’s willed us the shop. Both of us, Ollivanders Wand Shop is ours after his. His-” Draco couldn’t finish and Harry didn’t blame him. At first he was touched by the offer and then he was confused.
“Isn’t there someone else, a family member. Why us?” Harry cried.
“There is no one. Just you two.”
“Ha! We’ll kill each other!” Harry announced manically. “In the event of our passing we’ll turn your legacy into a joke, throttling each others throats.” Ollivander smiled knowingly again and that hussed Harry up for a little while.
“I’m too impatient, I’ll try forcing all the wands. Nothing will ever get done.” He whispered smalley.
“You will Harry, you will.” Ollivander smiled.
Draco was still in shock, clutching onto the parchment with shaking hands. “Why me? I’m a, I was a- what my family did to you!” Draco cried.
“You have paid back in kind!” Ollivander smiled restfully. “And have done so even after your community service period ran out. You care for this place and everything in it, wholeheartedly. I trust the both of you to take care of the place after I am gone.”
“I wish you wouldn’t speak like that. You could get better.” Harry murmured.
“I am an old man.” Ollivander rose with passion. “No enough of this, let me rest you two. Try stop looking so sour. Save your sad faces for when I am truly gone.”
They let Ollivander sleep and descending down together.
Together. Shit, Harry thought. They were going to share this place together one day. The thought of them together in anything warmed his belly. He didn’t know how long he could watch Draco parade his lovers around him. Oh god! Forever. He’d be doomed to this forever. Watching him parade around forever whilst he sat at the shop all day going over the books to their shop- their shop.
“Wait a minute.” Harry halted them at the foot of the stair. “Ollivander mentioned your community service ending.”
“Yeah, like two years ago. Get with the program Potter,” Draco halfheartedly sneered.
“Draco I’ve seen the books, there isn’t anything in there about your salary. Actually, any type of payment for anything to you!”
Draco softened, letting his shoulders slump, “There is plenty left in the Malfoy Coifers Potter, sometimes one just enjoys having a reason to wake up in the morning. And Ollivander’s is the kind of place that deserves that attention.”
Harry’s heart soared at the happiness dusting the corners of Draco’s pointed face, he leaned in and pecked his mouth, for all his sour faces and his ill moods, Draco always surprised him and he felt himself love him more for it.
Shit.
Harry stilled and stepped back. He looked down at the floor and made for the door as quick as he could, pushing through the door to apparate.

-+-
What in the fucking fuck just happened?
One minute Harry was bring on the Spanish Inquisition and the next he was kissing him. Kissing him! Then it was over and he was gone and shit!
He raced upstairs and threw about a dozen monitoring spells spells over Ollivander before racing back down. Shit.
Harry’s mug was still warm. When had he put that down?
Draco raced over to the counter and started rummaging through all the loose notes and scribbles. “Someone remind to clean this fucking thing out!” He roared to himself. “Ah ha!”
He clutched at the piece of paper, reading it before making for the door. He locks it behind him and apparates to number 12 Grimmauld Place.

When Draco gets there, he takes a moment to acclimate to being indoor after being in the bright outdoors of Diagon Alley.
Then he hears noises, clinking sounds and follows the noise into a room. It seems like a sitting room, or a parlour. What he notices most about it is Harry, pouring himself a glass of Ogden’s.
“Why did you do it?” He wills himself to say eventually.
Harry didn’t seem surprised by his presence and yet he still wouldn’t turn around.
“I said, why did you do it?” Draco felt his own voice break and opted for silence instead of further embarrassment.
“Does it matter?” Harry sneered, gulping down his Firewhiskey. “I kissed you, I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry. We’ll drop it okay? I’ll head in later and sit with Ollivander. I promise.”
“It matters to me Potter!” Draco pushed. “Why did you kiss me?”
Harry ducked his head down and braced himself using the bar as an anchor. “I couldn’t help it alright. I’m usually much better at controlling myself. It won’t happen again alright?”
Draco couldn’t believe his ears. He wouldn’t find anything to say. Potter made it seem very convincingly that he felt- that he…
“Look, I don’t want it to affect our work okay. If you feel uncomfortable, I’ll. I don’t know, I might be able to find somewhere else to finish my apprenticeship okay? Its- fuck!” Harry inhaled yet another few fingers of whiskey.
Draco managed a few steps and then, “Fuck this! And fuck you!”
That broke Harry out of his self pity party. “What?”
“I said fuck you! Fuck Potter, I didn’t even know you liked men! Let alone, could like me!” Draco pulled at the sides of his hair. “Fuck! All those stupid dates, Pansy said I needed to get over you. Said I should move on with someone else. I just kept comparing them to you and FUCK!”
Harry faced him fully now, “What?” His voice almost threatening.
“I didn’t mean to. I was late, and that guy, forget his name-”
“Marcus, his name was Marcus.” Harry said.
Draco almost stopped, “Right. He comes to the shop to pick me up, I got caught up reshelving. I didn’t notice the time. He comes in and I’m excited and nervous and then suddenly he isn’t worth it anymore. Because he doesn’t compare to you. No one does.”
He eyed Harry cautiously, he hadn’t read anything wrong had he? What if it wasn’t Potter had meant at all? It could have just been a lonely kind of kiss, one made out of the desperation born from such a sad situation.
Harry pounced on him, leading with his hips and holding onto each side of Draco’s face, pushing them together as their lips met. Draco let himself be kissed for a moment, reveling in the warm of Harry’s soft lips, the passion behind the desperate rise and fall of Harry’s chest. He felt Harry’s face contort in anguish and lept into action, kissing back with equal force, pulling at Harry, clawing at his sides, his hips, his arse anything to encourage him. Letting Harry slip his tongue into his mouth.
Harry gave the smallest chuckled before falling back into the kiss, running his big strong hands up Draco’s back his excitement pushing them against the doorway he’d just come through.
“Fuck.” Draco grunted as his back hit the frame, eliciting a groan from Harry who started making his way down his jaw and up to the lobe of his ear. “Fuuccck!” Draco groaned.
Harry chuckled.
“You have no idea how long I’ve imagined all the different ways I’ve wanted to kiss you over the years!” Harry returned to kiss Draco’s mouth.
“Years?” Draco mumbled through the assault, nipping and sucking on Harry’s lips in return.
Harry nodded, thrusting his hips, slow and hard into Draco’s ever ready erection. “Years.”
Draco whined at both the action and the implication.
Harry rolled his hips into his again, keeping his forehead plastered to Draco’s watching for each reaction, each gasp. He watched as the third roll of his hips made Draco’s eyes roll back and his mouth hang open and watched with hunger as Draco panted, pushing back with his own little hip thrusts.
“Oh fuck!” Draco gasped as Harry went back to suckling his neck.
Then suddenly Harry stilled, and Draco through the haze of lust couldn’t figure out why. If this was some sort of game to drive Draco completely mental it was working.
“Potter. Harry, come here.” He wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck and drew him in again, “Speak Merlin, Harry.”
Harry looked at him with scrutiny, making him nervous.
“Harry?” Draco was worried.
Harry shook his head and went into kiss him again but Draco pushed him back with the flat of his palm.
“You have that look on your face Potter. The kind where you let me steal the last of the chocolate biscuits and are stuck with all the plain ones. Don’t think I didn’t notice. I just-” Draco tried to joke but Harry’s focus was hard and all humour left with him.
“I’m sorry I just, I’m wondering how many of those men touched you, how much they touched you.” Harry swallowed as he fingered the hollow of Draco’s collarbone. “I know it’s shit of me, so jealous, it’s pathetic.”
Draco rubbed a hand over his face and sighed, “Years Potter really? Years and you did nothing about it? And you’re stewing over what? How many men you think I’ve slept with? Merlin, the ‘slut’ thing from the other day. Right. Shit.”
Draco pushed from the doorframe and went to find the nearest, what Floo? He was going to Floo out? He was so close to what he’d always, always wanted, and he was going to leave?
Harry caught his wrist and tugged him back.
“I asked you out you prat! Or at least…”Harry offered an earnest smile. “I thought I did until just now.”
“Potter. What the fuck are you talking about? I’m pretty sure I’d remember Harry fucking Potter asking me out.” Draco tried his trademark sneer, his heart not really in it.
“About six months on the job, we closed up together. I asked you out for drinks and you acted really shady about saying no. I thought. At first I thought you were upset I liked men but a few months later you bring in Marcus. Fuck, I thought Marcus was you rubbing it in. I-”
“FUCK!” Draco threw his hands into the air. Ruffling his own hair out frustration. “I thought- I thought you were being nice. I thought you were being friendly, I didn’t know you- No. I didn’t think you could feel that way about me.” Draco explained.
Harry pulled him in again, this time by the waist, resting his forehead against Draco’s giving him a wicked smile before giving him another kiss, this one softer but full of need. Desire and lust poured out of his pores and covered Draco in it, he felt Harry’s heat, felt his cock hard again in his pants.
“Harry,” Draco broke the kiss urgently. “About the other men.”
“It doesn’t matter Draco, I love you, I don’t care about the others.”
Draco blinked, he waited, but Harry didn’t take it back.
Draco pounced on Harry, forcing himself into Harry’s arms, kissing him with open eager mouth, running his tongue along his swollen bottom lip, clutching him, running his hands eager over Harry like a canvas, kneading his flesh, exploring him.
“There were no others, just maybe a few mutual misplaced handjobs but that’s it. I told you Harry,they wouldn’t pass the grade. Most never made it to a second date, the rest not even after-” Draco explained with the broadest smile plastered to his face.
“Draco, shut up and kiss me.” Harry was laughing, squeezing his hold on Draco’s hips.
“Hey, how about instead you give me the grand tour?” Draco smirked at Harry’s momentary confusion. “Starting with your bedroom?”

-+-
Harry apparated them to his bedroom out of excitement.
Shit. This was real, this wasn’t a wank fantasy, Draco was here and he wanted him.
“Harry, you’re shaking.” Draco whispered, so tenderly that he almost didn’t recognize his ex high school nemesis.
“I’m just overwhelmed, must be the alcohol finally catching up with me.” He lied, and by the glint in his eye Draco knew it but let him have it.
“Harry,” Draco leaned in close, nuzzling against his neck, whispering in his ear. “I want you. I need you inside me Harry, you have no idea!”
Harry’s knees almost buckled. “Oh god!”
Draco smothered his chuckles into the crook of his neck, placing delicate kisses there. “Off.” Draco ordered, tugging at the hem of his shirt.
Within seconds neither of them were wearing shirts, and as Draco pulled himself up onto the bed removing the rest of his clothes, Harry followed divesting himself of his own pants and trousers.
Harry climbed up to Draco, kissing his knee, his hip, the inside of his wrist and his throat as he made his way to him. “I won’t do anything by half Draco, I’m yours, I can’t be one of those guys who don’t make it past the first date. I meant what I said before. I can find somewhere else to train, it’d be hard but I’d do it.”
Draco reached up and caught his lips in a kiss, “Potter shut up and kiss me?”
Harry smiled down at him, leaning down over him using his arms as support. He kissed Draco slow, shutting his eyes soundly, listening to Draco’s breathing, focusing on his own heartbeat. He caressed Draco’s neck, ran his fingers through his hair.
“I swear if you ask me if I’m sure about this at any point I am hexing you through to next week,” Draco laughed out of breath.
“I won’t I swear,” Harry laughed, kissing the corner of Draco’s mouth, his jaw, his neck. Harry’s own stubble scraped across Draco’s skin and sent a ripple of goosebumps run across his flesh,
Harry rolled his hips, meeting Draco’s cock with his own. Feeling him bare against him. Finally! Part of his brain supplied. He repeated the motion and watched Draco as his eyes rolled back into his head again.
Draco gripped onto the sheets as Harry continued his ministrations, that wasn’t good enough for Harry, who took both arms and held them above Draco’s head, intertwining their hands together.
“Aqua Lubricates.” Draco whispered to himself, “Extendes..” He moaned his body arching up with a shout.
“What is it, what’s wrong?” Harry began.
“Preparation spell I read about,” Draco chuckled.
The idea thrilled Harry’s skin alight with desire. He ran his hands up and down Draco’s body, resting just below his balls, dipping below to find that indeed Draco was open and fully prepared. “How long have you been practising that one?” Harry chuckled throatily, his cock bobbing in eager anticipation.
“You’ll be surprised what you can get away with, with a spellbook and the right dildo.”
“Oh fuck!” Harry cried, he couldn’t wait any longer. He lined himself up and gripped onto Draco’s hips, leaning in to kiss him as he breached his hole with the head of his swollen cock.
Draco winced a fraction and Harry stilled, kissing the tip of his nose, the point of his cheekbone, finding his mouth and showing him exactly how much he wanted him.
Harry held onto to Draco as he pushed his way inside and felt a terrifying feeling churn in his chest, feeling so close to Draco, feeling so connected. He pulled out a little and pushed back in, “Okay?”
Draco nodded a bit too enthusiastically but Harry let it pass. Pulling out all the way experimentally and driving in again.
“Oh!” Draco gasped and Harry was completely lost. Between the tightness and the friction and the delicious noises that started falling out of Draco’s mouth he was lost, giving in to his baser need to quicken his pace and pound into Draco mercilessly hard.
It wasn’t very long until Draco’s head was butting against the headboard in rhythm to Harry’s movements. He tried to adjust them, pull them both back down but slipped out.
“Harry, Harry I need you!” Draco pushed him back and rolled them around. Draco stroked Harry a little before sinking himself back onto Harry’s cock. “I need you. I fuck- Oh! I need you Harry, I need AHH!”
Draco spasmed a little and Harry knew exactly what to do, using his heels balance himself and drive his pelvis up and into Draco, impaling him further. Draco bounced a little at the force before grinding himself down onto Harry moaning louder than any of his fantasies had ever allowed. “Fuck Harry yes!” Draco cried and Harry thrust up again to meet Draco’s push down. It was hotter and the feel more delicious than before. “Yes! Oh yes!”
He fucked him faster and harder than before, feeling the strain in his leg muscles but ignoring it over the pleasure rising in his belly and threatening the tightness of his ballsack.
“Fuck Draco, Draco- fuck, fuck, fuck.” He whispered, much anything else lost in moans and gasping sighs.
Then Draco exploded with a shout, still bouncing on Harry’s cock he ejaculated, spraying his come all over the sheets and down Harry’s chest. The sight alone would have done it but the clamping sensation of Draco’s ecstasy on his cock sent him straight over the edge until he was shooting ropes of come up inside of Draco. Harry gripped onto Draco’s hips, wishing to fill him, keep him there as the last of it milked from his body.
Draco fell into the bed beside Harry with a wince as Harry slipped from him.
They lay in the crumpled, stained sheets covered with sweat, breathing painfully but smiling together fully sated.
“Draco,” Harry gasped. “Want to get a drink with me some time?”
Draco laughed with drowsy eyes, swatting at Harry’s chest. “Yes! You prat.”

-+-
They walked into work together the next morning a little sore and very tired. They found the store already open and Ollivander shuffling around the shop.
They turned to each other in confusion before making their way behind the counter to inspect the situation further.
“Ah Harry m’boy! I sorted out the issue with the stubborn oak!” Ollivander cheered.
“Oh?” Was all Harry could say.
“Yes, it seems it was a misunderstanding, the oak wasn’t set on unicorn hair at all, mermaid hair in the end.” Ollivander smiled, “I see our other misunderstandings have worked themselves out.”
They were caught, smirking Draco took Harry’s hand and squeezed it.
“I’ve got stock to straighten up,” Draco whispered giving Harry’s cheek a quick peck.
Harry tapped Draco’s arse with a smirk as he followed Ollivander down into the workshop and all was well again.

Everyone Lives AU

Teenage Harry living with James, Lily, Sirius and Remus

  • So teenage Harry was hella gay for Draco Malfoy
  • Literally everyone saw it
  • But Harry was still afraid of telling his parents because so many things could go wrong
  • So one day, Harry is in his room (an actual room not a cupboard under the stairs) frantically writing a letter to Draco
  • Something along the lines of ‘I want to tell my parents about us but I don’t know how to and I’m really scared what should I do?’
  • Meanwhile, James, Lily, Sirius and Remus were in the kitchen preparing dinner
  • They all looked at each other confused when they heard a frustrated groan coming from Harry’s room
  • Lily gave Remus a small smile, which caused him to pull Sirius out of the kitchen
  • They walked in to Harry’s room as he threw yet another scrap of parchment into the waste basket
  • Sirius finally realized what was going on (he was just as oblivious as Harry), so he walked over and sat down on Harry’s bed
  • Remus initiates the conversation because Sirius is also awkward af
  • “Harry what’s wrong? You’ve written about 39 letters and thrown out every single one of them”
  • At this point Harry just completely looses it
  • “Draco…he told his father…that he’s…he’s gay…and his father disowned him. And I just don’t know what to do because I want to help him but what am I supposed to do—”
  • Remus and Sirius try to calm him down, but Harry just keeps rambling on
  • So then Sirius remembers that Harry always finds comfort in Sirius’ animagus form
  • So Sirius changes and sits next to Harry
  • Harry doesn’t realize that he’s gripping on to Sirius’ fur while he’s crying and still rambling about Draco
  • Finally, Harry calms down enough to talk clearly, so Remus sits down next to Harry and quietly asks why he’s so upset
  • And Harry instantly tenses up again
  • “If I tell mum and dad that I’m gay, then I can get Draco out of that horrible house.  But I don’t know if I can tell them because what if they disown me too? Or if they stop loving me?” he murmurs softly
  • At this point, Remus gives Sirius a knowing look, which causes Sirius to change back into his human form.
  • Sirius is smirking as he looks at Harry shaking and looking at the ground
  • “Listen kid. Me and your Uncle Remus have been making out around your parents for well over 20 years. If they’re not ok with it by now, then I’ll adopt you and you’ll be ok” Sirius rationalizes
  • Harry visibly calms down after he hears this
  • So Remus stands up confidently and suggests that they go downstairs and tell James and Lily because “now is as good of a time as any”
  • Remus and Sirius walk confidently on either side of Harry as he leads the way down to the kitchen, pausing several times out of fear
  • Finally, they make it into the kitchen and their presence makes Lily and James stop working
  • As Harry begins explaining the situation, Lily gives James a knowing grin
  • And as soon as Harry finishes talking, Lily gives him a giant hug
  • “Send the boy an owl right away and tell him to use the Floo Network to get over here.  We won’t be letting him go back to that home”
  • Harry is extremely relieved that his uncles were right, so he runs back up to his room and sends out Hedwig immediately
  • Draco arrives within a half hour and is welcomed with open arms and many hugs from the entire Potter family (including Remus and Sirius) 
Jealously (Fred Weasley x reader)

Word count: 1400

(heey, could you write a Fred Weasley imagine where the reader is a Ravenclaw student and she is a year younger than him and she’s smart and shy but really likes him and he only realizes he likes her back when he get jealous of her with some other boy)

           “I need to ask you something really important.” Fred grabbed your hand, squeezing it gingerly. You looked up at him oddly, a blush crossing your cheeks at the sudden movement. “It’s about the Yule ball.”

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Draco Having a Crush on You Would Include

- HE’S LIKE A WHOLE NEW DIFFERENT PERSON WITH YOU OH MY
- He’s all flustered, and shy, and red when you smile at him
- You catching him staring at you on multiple occasions
- Blaise teasing the fuck out of his crush
- “Hey Y/N, y-you look really, REALLY nice today…. I mean- it’s not like you looked bad yesterday— ”
- “Thank you, Draco.” *chuckle*
- Him freaking out a little when he realizes how much he actually cares about you and it honestly scares him so much
- Acting SO possessive and protective when he’s jealous
- “Hi, hello mate, please exit her lovely face and bugger off.”
- You teasing him about it
- “Draco, do you have feelings for me?”
- “WHAAT?? FEELINGS FOR YOU..? Wha- Who told you… I…… What? Noo… Well- I don’t…”
- “…”
- “Yeah… Maybe..”

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chapter four, No Ears to Hear, now posted

“So I guess that means I’m not forgiven, huh?”

My face screwed up as I looked him over in a not-so-exaggerated display of disgust. “And just when did you even apologize?”

Harry Styles looked confused. “Just now?” he said, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder. Suddenly a look of understanding came over him, like he just realized that he forgot to tell his assistant to jot down a reminder for him to make an apology.

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