575. A muggleborn ravenclaw that shows up with a crow instead of an owl. When asked why they didn’t get an owl, they explain that they raised the crow and will not be abandoning it. The crow becomes kind of a mascot, but it does have a tendency to ‘accidentally’ poop in the slippers of terrible people and steal sweets from the kitchens before supper
We make fun of Harry for being a bit oblivious and not really perceptive but he probably doesn’t notice most things because he was taught to always keep his head down and not ask too many questions and that stage children go through where they ask 272737 questions and their parents answer them fondly was taken away from him because he’d receive a glare instead of an explanation. He never really had much exposure to the outside world either because they rarely ever took him anywhere or let him watch tv.
Harry calls Draco “Dragon Boy” because his name means dragon in Greek (from Latin).
Draco does not appreciate this and proceeds to call him “Henry” because Harry is a nickname for the German name Henry.
Harry also, does not appreciate his pet name.
Thus began the list of names they call each other.
“I’m a whore for you, blondie.”
Harry holds doors open for Draco. He also pulls out chairs for him.
Because Draco is a, “Pretty pretty princess that deserves to be treated like one.”
“Cough cough… the door?”
“I’m carrying all the groceries, Draco. I don’t have a free hand.”
“Well, put some down and open it.”
“Yes, Potter, I am serious. Do I look like I open my own doors?”
Draco bought them a kitten.
He named her Rosie Malfoy-Potter.
She’s a little pure white kitty with clear blue eyes, and the constant need to lick Harry’s nose.
Harry didn’t know he was going to come home to his boyfriend holding a tiny animal, letting it crawl over his arms and onto their couch.
He was shocked, and angry at first.
But not even the Boy-Who-Lived can resist a kitten.
“Look at her! She’s nuzzling my hand!”
“Yes, I see that.”
“Isn’t she the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?”
“It’s a cat.”
“No, it’s our daughter!”
“No, it’s a cat.”
“Come here, let me just…”
Draco placed the fluffy ball of fur in Harry’s arms. She quickly warmed up to him and began snuggling into his chest.
Harry picked her up, pulling her in front of his face.
Draco pushed the kitten closer, as she cautiously sniffed his nose.
And licked it.
“See? She loves you.”
“Harry? Please, I’ll be the housewife and take care of the children. Let me have her? Let us have her?”
“Alright, she can stay.”
Harry’s a workaholic.
Sometimes he takes extra shifts because he wants to. Not for the money.
This annoys Draco.
Before they moved in together, he didn’t know how often Harry could throw himself into his work.
Saving lives, trying to protect the world from forces that would never cease.
Sometimes he needed to be reminded that not everyone can be saved. There’s more to life than being the hero.
Draco was a good reminder. Like an alarm.
He would go off at a certain time, whenever he needed him. Whenever Harry stayed up for forty-eight hours without sleep working on a case, he was there. Ready to owl him in sick, make sure he slept that night, he got food in the morning, he made sure Harry knew he couldn’t be there for everyone. The only way to stay sane as an Auror is to know when to go home.
“Harry, you can’t keep going like this.”
“I have to finish looking over this file. If I can find out where this kid is then-”
“Give that back!”
“No, you listen to me. You can’t keep doing this.”
“Not eating, not sleeping, not talking, only working. It’s not good for you. I’m worried. You come home, but you’re not home. You’re at work. We haven’t had sex in three weeks. You haven’t had a full meal in three weeks. Mrs. Weasley flooed wondering where you were at dinner this Sunday. You know what I told her? You were hooked on this case. Addicted. This is an addiction, Harry. You’re addicted to saving people. Addicted to helping. Yeah, well you can’t save everyone, Potter! If you’re going to have a fucking hero complex then why don’t you save the ones who really matter in your life. I’ve woken up screaming and crying twice this month, and where were you? Not next to me, not where I needed you. I’ve needed saving. I love you, you stupid prick. I fucking love you. I fucking care about you. Please, for fuck’s sake, don’t do this to yourself.To us.”
Sirius x Reader "Why do you have to do this to me?... to us?"
I know you were expecting angst, so SURPRISE! xoxo
Sirius Black and Y/N allowed their fingers to intertwine as they made their way through the castle. Raindrops created gentle paths on the stained glass windows of the castle, and, despite the foggy storm outside, made everything seem surprisingly calm for a day at Hogwarts.
“It’s lovely today,” Y/N said happily, breaking the storm stained silence between them as she inhaled the smell of rain with a grin on her face.
“It’s raining cats and dogs out there, are you insane?” her statement is met with a chuckle and a bewildered response from her boyfriend.
“It’s nice though. Quiet. And I love the smell of rain,” she rambled. Sirius simply shook his head, not even attempting to hide the love-filled smile on his face that appeared every time he looked at her.
“You’re odd, you know that?” he muttered, prompting her to stick out her tongue at him and receive a small kiss on the tip of her scrunched up nose.
Filling the marbled halls with giggles and soft conversation, they arrived at the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, and, an uttered password later, found themselves in the cozy shared space. Still in the process of exchanging playful punches and loud laughs, they found themselves in front of the door of the dormitory Sirius shared with his 3 best friends. Still completely distracted, he swung the door open and pulled her towards him…