Slytherins in a relationship

- One kiss will bring you to your knees
- Private lovers, not big on PDA
- Slow to fall in love
- Very guarded, it would take a while to get to know them
- Best conversations because they are very intelligent
- Not afraid to talk about big issues that people don’t usually like to talk about
- Very opinionated and political
- Socialites and aristocrats
- Prefer expensive and proper dates
- Hard to impress, but once you do you’ll have their full attention
- They can’t stop thinking about their partners but would never say it out loud
- Observe before speaking, able to keep calm in a fight
- Most likely to stay up late and watch their partner sleep, late risers
- Expect and demand certain qualities in a relationship but it’s just to protect their heart
- Will be quick to leave a relationship if they are not satisfied
- Excellent bedroom lovers, usually pay more attention to the needs and wants of their partner before their own satisfaction
- If they find a partner who can handle them, they would die protecting them
- Can be hard on their children but it’s because they only want the best

Imagine your OTP in any domestic/angsty/smutty situation (which you’re probably doing all the time)

With one partner being very dominant

For example, dancing - who’s steering very determinedly?

Snogging - who’s pinning their partner down to the floor/bed and having absolute control?

They’re moving to a new house/flat - who’s ordering everyone around?

Now you know who’s the dominant one in that situation - make them tiny. And by tiny I mean literally a foot shorter (at the very least) than their partner (and everyone else)
Make them a tiny horny/angry/fluffy little ball of ferocity

Reimagine your situation.

Your dancer is being dragged around by a tiny but strict little dancing pro

The Tiny One has to stand on a chair to press their partner against a wall while snogging

Gracious Person B being bossed around by a smol bossy bean

And let’s not forget
Baby A comforting their much taller partner, who’s sobbing into their chest

FACT: Without Hermione, Draco would have been evil.

Just hear me out. I think that without Hermione’s existence, Draco wouldn’t have the internal struggle between right and wrong. Here’s why.

Imagine growing up the way Draco did. You’re told that people who aren’t like you are stupid, less powerful, and beneath you.

In a way, it reminds me of religion. Not saying that all or even most religion is bigoted, but the strength in belief within some families is similar.

Even from the young age of 11, Draco displayed traits one would obtain from living a very sheltered life. Meeting Harry in the robe shop, it became very apparent. He introduced himself by his last name, because that’s what he was taught was important. He asked Harry his blood status immediately, because it played a huge part in the beliefs that be was raised with.

He was taught that he’s the best of the best.

Only when goes to school, this muggleborn is thrown in his face. And she’s smart. So smart, that no matter how hard he tries, his grades are never good enough to top hers. Not only that, but she’s powerful. Obviously so, even.

He even comes to notice that she isn’t nearly as dirty as he was lead to believe. In fact, she comes down the stairs at the Yule ball and she’s so stunningly gorgeous that not one insult can come to his mind.

So we’re his parents right? They wouldn’t lie to him, would they?

Only they have, and the living proof is staring him directly in the face.

And so he gets angry. He calls her names, and puts her down. Because he’s not stupid– it’s so blatantly obvious that the people he admired the most in the world were wrong in so many instances, and he’s bitter. His world is broken, and so he wants everyone else to be too.

Knowing this, he returns home each summer just to hear his father complain about how a “mudblood trumped him in grades” and how “the half-blood beat him in quiddich” because his family believes it’s not possible.

Yet little do they know how hard he worked and how much he studied and practiced, he still always came up second.

So he was bitter, and angry– yes. Not condoning his actions, but explaining them.

Even though he tried to convince himself that it was a fluke, that Hermione was just a freak of nature– he knew better.

And although he called her the names he did over his own bitterness and angst, he didn’t really think she should die. But then, come sixth year, everything turns real, and serious– really fast. He’s stuck in a corner with no choice.

I fully believe that Hermione challenged him. She was in his face, everyday, proving him wrong. She was a walking contradiction, and I fully believe that had he not been exposed to her, he wouldn’t have even tried to second guess his family’s values and beliefs.


“You’re a bastard,” she spat, without thinking. “Just like your f a t h e r.”  

Draco stiffened. A brief flicker of emotion darkened his eyes: it could have been hurt or rage, or simple surprise. Then it was gone. “Actually,” he said, and his voice was bitter, “I’m a bastard in a way that’s entirely my own.”

Imagine Draco feeding the baby
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>Draco:</b> *finally manages to get the baby to actually keep the food in his mouth and eat it*<p/><b>Draco:</b> Well done, little lad! Daddy's so proud of you! *feeds him another spoon*<p/><b>You:</b> *comes in* Hey you two!<p/><b>Draco:</b> *turns around* Hey my love! Look at this, I'm the BEST FEEDER in the world!<p/><b>Baby:</b> *spits out food*<p/><b>Draco:</b> HOW DARE YOU BETRAY ME LIKE THIS! I TRUSTED YOU! BUT AS SOON AS I TURN MY BACK ON YOU YOU ABANDON EVERYTHING I TAUGHT YOU<p/><b>You:</b> Draco<p/><b>You:</b> Draco that is a BABY<p/><b>Draco:</b> ...UNTRUSTWORTHY LITTLE TRAITOR<p/></p><p/></p>

How exactly it’s possible to ship one person with two or more people? And sometimes even ship three of them all together? 

I'm so sick of people saying how Harry and Hermione "changed time"

They didn’t change time.
They didn’t bring Sirius and Buckbeak back to life.
Sirius never died.
Nor did Buckbeak.

They had already gone back in time. Hermione almost fucked up and saw her future self in the forest behind Hagrid’s. Harry saved himself, and assumed it was his father because he was always told how much he looked like James.

These events were the same in both timelines. Neither were different.

All Dumbledore did was send Harry and Hermione back in time to make sure the events actually happened and the timeline was fulfilled.

War Ficlet Series Part I (Part II) (Part III) (Part IV)

“Hermione, you can’t keep doing this.” Harry sighed, taking his glasses into his hands and cleaning them with his shirt. “I know you want to be involved every step of the way, and Merlin knows I need you and we need the help, but at this rate, you’re going to burn out. When that happens what will you do? You can’t keep running on pure adrenaline.”

“I’m. Fine.” She bit out, crossing her arms and leveling him with a glare.

He sighed and shook his head, knowing how stubborn she was. “Alright. Maybe you are fine. Maybe you can keep going on mission after mission, but they’re catching on. They’re getting better at spotting us. You got lucky today. What if you aren’t so lucky next time? What would have happened if you’d had Rhea with you?”

“Oh, don’t start with the what if’s, Harry. Rhea was fine. She was safe with Ginny. I would never bring her with me on a mission.”

“And the market? Do you bring her with you when you go there?”

She felt the atmosphere in the room change and it made her pause. “I do, but…why is that relevant?”

“Lavender’s younger sister Daisy was snatched this morning while they were getting provisions. And she’s not the only one. There’s been a few members or associates of The Resistance taken in the last week. All of them were just doing mundane things. No missions, no drawing attention. I’m worried about the kids and what they’d do if we didn’t come back. Or what we’d do if they were taken.”

“And what do you suggest we do? We’ve tried sneaking them out once, and that attempt went as horribly as I had imagined it to go. So how do you suppose we get James and Rhea out of here?”

He looked pointedly at her. “Rhea’s father.”

She clenched her jaw and stamped down the rising anxiety in her chest. “You know why I can’t do that.”

“Hermione, you may not have a choice. If he can get Rhea out-”

“I won’t abandon her!”

“I’m not suggesting you abandon her. I’m suggesting you find a way to get her the hell out of London, or at the very least safe.”

“Oh, yes. Because being surrounded by Death Eaters would be really safe, Harry.” She mocked, throwing her hands in the air.

“I’m not particularly fond of that aspect of it either, but it’s a chance. What other options are there?”

She chewed on the inside of her cheek. “I’ll find one.”

He sighed in defeat. “Well, just think about it. Please. You know I would never suggest it if I thought it wouldn’t work. It may be the only way to get the kids out of this mess we’ve created.” And with that, he turned from her and headed upstairs.

She stood there, alone in the foyer, for a while until she felt a tug on her hand.

“What’s wrong, Mummy?” A tiny voice squeaked. “Are you ok?”

She forced a smiled and bent down to the little girls level, pulling her into a hug. “Everything is fine, darling. Mummy is just figuring things out.”

“Grown up things?” She asked, looking up at her mother cautiously, her blue eyes shining in the lamplight.

Hermione nodded and kissed her little girl on the head before maneuvering her into the living room where James sat on the floor playing with an enchanted train and Ginny held a book in her hand. The woman regarded her silently, turning a page as Hermione sat down beside her on the couch. They didn’t need to speak to know that Ginny had heard her and Harry’s exchange.

Rhea said something to James and then climbed onto the couch, laying her head down in her mother’s lap. She was always clingy after Hermione went on missions. Rhea was too young to know what it meant, there was only so much a four year old mind had the capacity to understand, but she knew it was something bad. Something bad had to be happening for her mum to be gone for two days.

Hermione blinked back tears as she thought about what the little girl must think. Even though it was all necessary, she did feel the guilt only a mother could have.

Minutes ticked by and soon soft snores filled the room. Rhea was fast asleep and James suddenly looked up from his toy and yawned, scrambling up off the floor in his toddler grace. Ginny rose and picked him up, holding him close to her chest. He whined for a moment but let his mother lull him into slumber in her arms.

Ginny turned and finally looked at Hermione, sitting down slowly, positioning herself so that she could see her and remain comfortable with the little boy in her lap. Hermione shifted slightly, knowing that the other witch wanted to talk. They’d been sitting in silence too long So something was bound to break.

Ginny looked from Rhea to James and Hermione could already tell from the way her mouth pulled to the side that she was about to say something Hermione didn’t want to hear. “What?” She asked, irritation evident in her voice. Just because she had been waiting for this, didn’t mean she liked it.

Ginny frowned but still answered, “I think Harry was right. Maybe you really should take her to her father.”

Anger roared inside of her again. “I can’t believe you would actually suggest that!” She hissed. Rhea was hers! Her responsibility. It was her job to protect her. No one could take her place in Rhea’s life.

“I’m just trying to help.” The redhead insisted. “It’s getting worse with every passing day and I’m scared, Hermione. I’m always scared!” Her voice shook and when Hermione finally looked at her face she could see the shimmer of tears in her eyes. “I’m afraid that we’re barely surviving and that tonight, or tomorrow, or next week they’ll find us. I’m afraid every time one of us walks out that door that they won’t come back. I’m afraid that they’ll capture Harry and wipe out the resistance in one go. I’m afraid of what would happen if the Death Eaters got their hands on us. You know what they’ve been doing. You know it’s only a matter of time before it all catches up with at least one of us, so don’t act like everything is fine. I know you’re scared too.”

She looked at her daughter and felt a pang in her heart. “Of course I’m scared,” she whispered, “I know entirely too much to ignore the probabilities and statistics, but I won’t just leave her in his care. He doesn’t even know she exists.”

“That may be true, but look at the bigger picture. Things are only going to get worse for the children from here on out. Do you know how many times we’ve actually tried to smuggle James out of the country to Romania? Five. Five times it’s failed. There’s obviously no way out of this for us. But Rhea….there’s hope for her. He may be her best shot at surviving this, and maybe us surviving this.”

Hermione brushed her fingers through her daughter’s hair as she slept in her lap, and thought about all the things Ginny and Harry had said. She had been a part of the attempted smuggling of the kids to Charlie but she hadn’t known how many other times they’d attempted it. “I understand what you’re saying, but I can’t let her be raised in that house. I can’t let her be raised to hate and despise.”

“She has too much of her mother in her to hate anyone.”

She felt an irrational need to scream. “What makes you think he’d even take her? What makes you think she’d be any safer with him?” There was a bitter edge to her voice but she didn’t know who exactly it was directed at. “She’s a halfblood.”

“You really think he’d let anything happen to her?” her friend scoffed, “we have eyes. Even though we didn’t approve, we could all see the way he looked at you. Do you really think he’d turn you away if you asked for his help? Do you really think he’d leave his daughter in danger?”

She closed her eyes, biting her lip as she thought back on their last encounter.

If I could stop this war I would, but I can’t. At least not yet.” A soft low voice spoke close to her ear. “But I can get you out of London. Please, let me do this for you. Let me help you, Granger.”

You can’t be serious. You know why I can’t leave. I won’t leave them. I won’t leave Harry. He needs me.”

The man sighed and shook his head, taking a step back. “Always the bleeding heart aren’t you? I’m giving you a chance to escape, to get far away from all of this….horror, and you still refuse to leave his side. If you stay you’ll only die for him.” He tried to mask his anger but she could still hear it in his voice. “Please, I don’t want to watch you die. Just… just let me help you.”

I’m sorry, Malfoy. I appreciate your offer but I just can’t take it.”

You’re the most stubborn witch I’ve ever met.”

A tiny smirk cracked her still face “That’s why you like me.”

He smiled sadly and kissed her one last time before parting, calling to her before he disappeared into the night.“One day I’ll have the power to stop this war. But until then…don’t get yourself killed.”

“No,” she finally admitted to Ginny. “ He wouldn’t let anything happen to her…even if she wasn't….even if she wasn’t his, I think he would at least try to help ”

The redhead held her gaze, her face as hard as stone. “Then don’t be stupid, Hermione. Find Draco.”

Draco was slouched against the back wall of the cell when he heard her.   They’d had to put him in a cell by himself because the other Death Eaters blamed his family for their loss and saw him as a convenient target.  Alone, bruised and hungrier than he could ever remember being, but no one was physically hurting him anymore so he’d settled down to wait for either a trial - unlikely - or for the victors to just shove him into Azkaban without one.

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