harry potter beat that out of me

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I feel like Draco is the kind of person who would beat around the bush ridiculously when they’re nervous. Harry probably had to ask him out because Draco literally would just ramble until he was so red he’d just start insulting Harry in embarrassment and then flee. Poor guy. 

Also a note on the genderfluid portrayal, I myself am genderfluid and that’s just how it feels to me. Everyone’s experience is difference and I’m not claiming this is the exact way it is.

-Derex

anonymous asked:

Can you give us some book recommendations?

Okay book recs. Oh my god I have so many. I have a question after this that say’s POC book recs, so I’m going to keep this post to book recs that arent poc to keep these separated just for the sake of the anon’s that asked. 

Red Rising by Pierce Brown (Trilogy with a new book - a ‘spin off series’ coming out next year) - I will fucking promote this book series until I die. This is hands down, one of the best books I have EVER read. Honestly, for me it sort of beats out Harry Potter (Which if you know me, I’m obsessed with. I mean, I had a Harry Potter Sweet 16. [I’m from Long Island. Everyone there has a Sweet 16]) Not only is Red Rising extremely diverse and beautifully written,  but the storyline is incredible and the characters literally jump off the page. I dont think I’ve ever read a more human character than Darrow. Honestly PICK UP THIS BOOK. IT NEEDS MORE FUCKING ATTENTION. 

^^^^bolded it so people know that this is the best book ever and needs the read. 

Abarat by Clive Barker (Four books so far) - Now, this may not be everyones cup of tea. Maybe because I’m a painter, I appreciate him more. But his books are wonderfully illustrated with his paintings that follow along with the beautiful storyline. I recommend this book to the fucking stars. Its a fantastic story with amazing paintings. (Clive Barker, for those who don’t know, also created Hellraiser [Pin Head] and Midnight Meat Train along with a plethora of other stories. It’s worth the read.)

Song of Achilles (novel) - I mean, If you want to fucking CRY  then this is the book for you. It’s so fucking depressing but so FUCKING GOOD. I mean, if you know the story of Achilles, then you know why its depressing. But that doesnt take away from the beautiful story between Achilles and Patroclus. Definitely recommend this book. 

Along with that last book, a book that I feel goes hand in hand with it:

Captive Prince by C. S. Pacat (trilogy) - Now. A lot of people have a problem with this trilogy. I personally, as a (mixed, black) poc, have no problem with this book. It’s about two kingdoms, one of poc, Greek-like, and the other of boujee af french-like, white kingdom. In short, the Prince from the Greece inspired Kingdom is framed and shipped away to the french kingdom as a slave. Now, he becomes a slave (as a dark skinned man) to a white prince. There are a lot of things that happen like he gets whipped and other horrible shit. People have a problem with the book because of the dynamic between the two. They find it racist and insensitive. Here’s a great post as to why people don’t like the post, and the second comment is why I read it. I honestly find it to be a beautiful story that develops amazingly over time. I definitely recommend it. 

Kids of Appetite by David Arnold (novel) - I’ve just recently read this book and I absolutely fucking loved it. It’s an extremely diverse, beautiful story. Personally, I found the story sad, funny, heart warming, and inclusive. They brush upon the difficulties that black men specifically, have with the judicial system, by having an African man whom is loving and kind, constantly blamed for crimes that he did not commit. Again, it’s a really lovely book and this stuck with me for a very long time. I really recommend it. 

A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness (novel) - If you don’t want to fucking SOB then don’t read it. If you want a beautiful story, I recommend this book to the stars. Honestly, I went into the book not knowing shit about it, just that people loved it. Then I realized that it was about fucking cancer and I was about to throw my god damned book because I don’t fend well with sad things. THEN I found out that it’s also now a movie with Liam Neeson. Ugh. I havent seen the movie yet, but damn was this book magical and heart breaking and wow… Read it. I personally fucking loved it. 

Fangirl  by Rainbow Rowell (novel) - I mean, I feel like this book actually summed up my early college experience lol! I was writing fanfiction, roleplaying, cooping myself up in my room - the only difference was, I didnt have a quirky, beautiful, sweet man to hold me as I read outloud to him (if you read the book, then you know what I’m talking about). Honestly, this was a fucking amazing book and I loved it so much. it was feel good and extremely nostalgic for people of my generation (’94-’96 specifically) really well. If you loved Harry Potter, grew up with it, went to the midnight book releases and movie screenings, submerged yourself in the fanfiction, then you will love this book. I thought it was fantastic. 

which leads me to this rec. 

Carry On by Rainbow Rowell (novel) - Ugh. So in fangirl, there’s a fanfiction that the main character is writing. I know that this book is not the fanfiction, but it is named the same thing - so thats a nice connection. Again, if you love Harry Potter, if you love shipping Drarry (i dont because I find it problematic. But I feel if you like Drarry) then youd love this. I mean honestly, if you just like a cute story, with ridiculous spells, and adorable love, then read it. If you love Harry Potter ESPECIALLY READ THIS BOOK. 

Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor (Trilogy) - Okay. Honestly, I havent seen many people promote this book series, but it is amazing and arguably, one of the most beautifully written trilogies that I have ever read (besides Red Rising. Ahem. Read it). It’s a wonderful story that comes together beautifully and is such a different book from your usual YA. 

The Archived by Victoria Schwab (Series of two) - So, if Victoria Schwab sounds familiar, that’s because she also goes under V.E. Schwab okay. Listen. I know that everyone loves A Darker Shade of Magic. I havent finished that book yet and I bet it’s amazing. However, we cannot forget the other amazing books she has written. The Archived is such a lovely, creative story that deserves more credit. Honestly, I’ve never read a book like it before and it stuck with me for an extremely long time. Apparently there is a third book coming out that I have actually been waiting for forever. I’m not going to say much about it, but these books are wonderful and deserve the read. 

Speaking of V.E. Schwab

Vicious by V.E. Schwab - This book deserves more recognition. Not only is the cover absolutely AMAZING, but the story is fuckign awesome. If you like Brandon Sanderson books, if you like superheros or Marvel and DC, read this fucking book. It’s fantastically written and needs to be read more. Get on it people. 

I mean, these are just some books. I purposely stayed away from some YA  series because I feel like a lot of people know about them. But I mean, some YA series that are well known that I like are:

Obviously Throne of Glass by Sarah J Maas

A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J Maas

The Darkest Minds  by Alexandra Bracken

The 5th Wave by Rick Yancy (ONLY THE FIRST FUCKING BOOK. THE REST OF THE SERIES IS SHIT AND IF YOU WANT TO JUST READ THE FIRST BOOK THATS COOL. COME TO ME AND I’LL TELL YOU THE REST BECAUSE THAT SHIT WAS RIDICULOUS. IT HAD SO MUCH POTENTIAL, IF ONLY RICK YANCY DIDN’T SHIT THE BED. ALSO THE MOVIE WAS SHIT)


So anyway.. i think this is all I’ve got right now haha. I’ll put my favourite books written by poc in the anon above this!  

Rain Drops

Draco Malfoy x Reader

a/n; I really like this one, so i hope you guys like it too! I enjoyed writing it, despite the fact that a bit of writer’s block made it difficult. 

Warnings: trigger warning! just a small mention of self harm! (Nothing actually happens tho) Bullying! 


         Pitter patter echoes throughout the halls of the old castle. Little droplets running down the glass panes, and along the walls. Rain drops make the funniest of noises, don’t they? Like someone tapping at the window, curious, inquisitive. What’s wrong? Are you ok?

         Fine, perfectly fine.

         Like any old storm, start off slow. Pitter patter droplets, then comes the thunder. It’s a beautiful art.

         Thunder rolling like a heartbeat, bouncing off the walls and ringing through the air. Feet meet the ground hard, rhythmic, at such speeds it’s difficult to see why she’s running. But thunder seldom comes without rain.

         A streak of flying hair vanishes out of the corner of his eye. The flash of lightning that you never quite catch no matter how long you try not to blink. Just to see for a split second, the complex detail of the light in the sky.

         (Y/n) stands in front of the Mirror of Erised, the door only slightly ajar behind her. The air is a tense melancholy, ready to snap at any given moment. She looks up into the mirror, expecting to see her tear-stained face and wild hair, and the irritated red of a hand across her face. But the image of what she desires most stares back. A version of herself who can fight back, and stand up.

She doesn’t even hear the door creak open. Back to the pitter patter, like clockwork.

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anonymous asked:

can I request some fluffy with narcissa on it?? like draco is a teeny afraid of her reaction to them and then finds out that harry and cissa are already good friends thank you very much, sir. or... something like this? just, like, harry and cissa being friends and drarry being fluffy and lovely together... ❤️

So, I started writing this fully intending to stick to your request and planning on making it a quick drabble…

Instead, it turned into 1407 words of emotional mess. I’m sorry!!! *covers embarassed face with her hands, but peaks through her fingers to assess your reaction*

I hope you enjoy it nevertheless! 

P.S.: I also tried a bit of a new style whith this, so let me know what you think of it! Yay or nay?


Draco’s heart had never beaten that fast before. Not even out of fear of the dark lord. But, oh, was it threatening to jump out of his chest from apprehension now.

The thing was, he had never had something so pure, so genuine, that he cared about and valued so deeply. He wanted it to stay that way, he wanted to protect it. He didn’t want anything to ruin it. Not even his mother. He just wouldn’t allow it.

That, however, didn’t mean that he wasn’t scared at the prospect of potentially losing her.

He walked into the living room wearily, mouth already open and ready to speak, but Narcissa wasn’t in there.

She wasn’t in the dining room either.

Nor in her bedroom.

She simply wasn’t anywhere to be found.

Unless…

Draco stepped down the stairs with extreme caution, brows furrowed in perplexity. What would his mother be doing in the kitchen? Yet, as he neared the end of the stairs, he started hearing the unmistakable sound of her voice. And… wait a second, was that… ?!

Draco rushed down the rest of the stairs, pretty sure that his heart had stopped beating. Either that, or it had literally made its way through his chest and was no longer inside of his body.

He opened the kitchen’s door with a trembling hand and…

He hadn’t been wrong. There they were, his mother and Harry fucking Potter, laughing together over a plate of biscuits and two – no, wait, three. Where they waiting for him? – cups of fuming hot tea.

He drew in a sharp breath. “What the fuck?!” he heard himself squeal. They both turned around abruptly, Harry’s smile sliding off his face and his cheeks turning red, while his mother’s blinding grin – something Draco hadn’t seen in years and years – remained firmly in place.

“Draco!” she chirped, sounding extremely delighted and clapping her hands together. “Come in, we were just waiting for you!”

Harry was now looking down at his cup of tea, stirring it slowly with an unsteady hand.

Draco’s feet moved of their own accord, though somewhat cautiously, as if he were approaching wild animals, and his mouth once again spoke out of its own volition: “What… the… fuck?!”

His mother had the nerve to laugh.

Draco stopped walking.

Harry looked up.

“Draco, I… ” he started, but was cut short by Narcissa waving him off. “Hush! I’ll explain, Harry dear,“ she interrupted.

Draco’s eyebrows shot to his hairline. Harry dear?! What in all of fuck was fucking going on there?

“Harry and I have been exchanging letters,” Narcissa announced, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Draco wanted to pinch himself, just to check if he was awake. He actually did so behind his back, sort of numbly hoping that he wasn’t in fact awake, but at last, he was.

“It started before the trials,” his mother continued, unperturbed. “He wanted to know if it was okay for him to testify in our favour, but not for Lucius. Obviously, I said yes. Then I wrote to him to thank him for his immense help and he replied saying that he’d like to give me your wand back…”

“I thought that had been the ministry,” interrupted Draco, his gaze darting between a fidgeting Harry and his overly calm mother.

“Well, I lied,” confessed his mother, still perfectly collected. “I didn’t want you to refuse to have it back out of pride. It was Harry’s idea, actually. He knows you very well. I was quite surprised,” she said, raising an eyebrow at Harry, who had now assumed a bright shade of fuchsia and was still avoiding looking Draco in the eye.

“Anyway, I was saying… ” proceeded his mother, looking back at Draco. “I wrote to him to let him know that it had worked and you were using your wand again and I asked him, if it wasn’t too much trouble, if he’d help you during this upcoming eighth year at Hogwarts. See, I always thought that you would’ve made a different choice if you had been given one and so I asked him to give you another chance. He agreed to keep an eye on you and from then on he wrote to me periodically to let me know how you were doing… ”

“That’s why you wouldn’t leave me alone this year! That’s why you were so keen on being my friend!” shouted Draco, a finger pointing accusingly at Harry.

“Draco!” bellowed his mother in indignation. “There’s no reason to yell at poor Harry, he wouldn’t have done it if he hadn’t wanted to.”

But Draco wasn’t listening. “What was I, just another project of the saviour? All this time I thought… and you… ” he spluttered, mind racing. Flashbacks of Harry insistently approaching him at the beginning of the school year came to him, of how he had finally caved in and a timid friendship had been born, promptly followed by memories of their first, hesitant, kiss and…

“It’s not like that!” Harry’s voice broke through his thoughts. “Yes, I initially approached you because your mother had encouraged me to, but I found myself genuinely enjoying your company and… ” Harry’s voice dissolved and he looked at Narcissa, brows furrowed, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth.

“And… ?” prompted Draco, now all too aware of his heart threatening to explode in a million pieces.

“Yes, and… ?” seconded Narcissa, looking from Harry to Draco expectantly.

“I haven’t told her yet,” said Harry, now finally staring straight into Draco’s eyes, a silent plea hidden in his own. “I wanted you to tell her. And I wanted to tell you this the whole time, but I was sure that you would take it the wrong way and… but then you mother said to surprise you during the Christmas holidays and I knew I had to tell you one way or another so I… here I am. Draco, please. You have to believe me. What I… what we have… it’s completely genuine. Please, Draco, please.”

Harry sounded so desperate, he sounded like Draco felt, as if his heart was on the verge of breaking.

“I believe you,” said Draco, after a while. Harry visibly let out a deep breath. “Thank you, thank you,” he said, standing up and circumnavigating the kitchen table to stride towards Draco in a few quick steps. He stopped right in front of him, a silent question in his eyes.

Draco held out his hand, but, instead of taking it, Harry flung himself at Draco, throwing his arms around Draco’s neck and depositing a soft kiss on his cheek.

Draco let himself be engulfed by Harry’s heat and hugged him back, relief rushing through his body. He had really feared, for a moment, that it had all been fake. But he should’ve known better. This was Harry, his Harry, and he would never had done anything like that. “Sorry for doubting you,” he murmured in Harrys ear.

“It’s okay,” Harry reassured him, finally stepping back.

Then, Narcissa cleared her throat, bursting their bubble.

“I think there’s something you haven’t told me, mister Potter,” she said, looking at them severely.

Draco’s heart started fluttering in panic again.

He was about to start speaking, but Harry beat him to it: “Yes, Mrs Malfoy,” he said firmly, grabbing Draco’s hand and interlacing their fingers.

Narcissa simply blinked at them for what felt like a good minute, before jumping out of her chair as if something had startled her and clasping her hands together over her heart. Her eyes were wet, Draco noticed. “Oh, Draco!” she exclaimed, and, for the second time that that day, Draco soon found himself being held very tightly by a pair of familiar arms. He could feel Harry practically deflating in relief next to him, but he himself was too shocked to even breathe.

His mother was hugging him. She only did that when something extreme happened, like making it out of the war alive or being absolved at the trials shortly thereafter.

“Oh, my love, I’m so happy for you!” she said, and she sounded it.

Draco felt himself tearing up as well and finally moved, tentatively wrapping an arm around his mother’s waist.

Harry, who was still holding his hand, squeezed his palm tightly.

“I’m happy too, mother. I really am,” said Draco, truthfully, squeezing back.


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anonymous asked:

So not exactly a proposal but I imagine that Alex and Maggie end up eloping in the middle of the CADMUS situation. Like they've been together for almost two years and they want to get married but they don't want to take attention away from stopping CADMUS or gather so many people who are fighting against CADMUS in one location (easy target). (1/2)

So they elope and only let Kara and J'onn know/come to the ceremony and no one else finds out until one of them gets hurt and the other forces their way into the hospital freaking out cause “that’s my wife in there and you’re going to tell me if she’s okay or I’ll beat you and every one else in here to a pulp until someone tells me if she’s okay.” And then everyone freaks out cause apparently they’re married and didn’t tell anyone.   (2/2)  

Fuck me now I’m thinking about Bill and Fleur’s wedding and how everyone was gathered in one place and I just.

Gryffindor student: Wow Ginny where i you learn to fight like that?

Ginny:I have six older brothers

Gryffindor student: Really?

Ginny:yeah 

Bill has long hair and wears jewellery

Charlie is a recluse with dozens of animals

Percy is a huge nerd

Fred and George have a reputation for being bad kids

Ron has a huge inferiority complex 

and i wast going to let anyone give them any crap for that

so i learnt to beat up people bigger than me pretty early on.


((OOC: Ginny always looking out for her brothers cause no one messes with her family))
( based of a post i saw on pinterest)

Potions

George Weasley

6th year at Hogwarts

“Hey! Y/N!” I heard one of my close friends call my name. As I turned around in the empty hallway I saw who I thought might be George, long red hair and in his crumpled school robes, running towards me. “George?” My voice questioned and he grinned at me, playful eyes darting across my face. “Lets walk to potions together?”
“Yeah sure, where’s Fred though?”
“He has fallen ill after testing some of our latest creations.”
“Oh, of course.” I breathed out, laughing, a genuine smile spreading across my face.

“Did you get Snape’s homework done?” George asked and my smile dropped, my face contorting into a dissatisfied grimace. “Kind of? I think I’m about half a foot short. I really hope he doesn’t check it. How about you?”
“All done,” George smirked at me looking extremely pleased with himself as we continued down the hallway that was filling with students leaving breakfast. “Hermione wrote mine, all 2 feet. Freddie and I just told her how busy and stressed we were with all this exam preparation we are doing.” He smiled through his sarcastic words, looking very proud of his lies that Hermione believed.
“Are you kidding me? I’ve done less homework than you two?” My jaw dropped and then I frowned, feeling extremely anxious about entering Snape’s dark classroom. “It’s alright!” George said putting a big hand on my shoulder, “Snape can hardly give you detention for half a foot of missing homework.” George’s hand burned warm against my shoulder as we reached the steps that lead down to the dungeons. “I guess.” I moaned dejectedly and George laughed, making me smile once more. The light faded as we descended the steps and the smell of damp pavement surrounded us. People rushed in front of us, trying to get to Snape’s classroom before he did so as to avoid speculation and judgement from the austere man.

“Uh, Y/N, do you wanna sit together today, I haven’t got a potions partner without Fred being here”
“Sure!” I replied, perhaps a bit too excitedly.
“Wicked.” Smirked George, his eyes growing wide.
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“Today,” drawled Snape as he dropped his heavy books on his desk with a bang “we will be brewing a potion that could kill you all with just one drop, draught of living death, almost impossible to perfect.” At this moment Snape met my eyes and I couldn’t help but feel a little bit insulted. I know my grades aren’t that great, but I’m not the worst in my year. Last week Lee Jordan attempted to make an amortentia potion, but actually created a bloodroot potion. Had he not been stopped by Snape he would’ve killed the first person he tried it on.

George and I had chosen a desk in the far corner of the classroom, as far from Snape’s desk as you could get. “He’s in a right foul mood today.” George whispered into my ear, his breathe tickling my face. “Bet you I can make this potion way better than you can Weasley.” I whispered back, smiling cheekily. George laughed back at me “You’re on.”
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Sabotage was a theme that George had adopted in his strategy to win our bet. He had quite easily dropped three times the amount of valerian root needed in my cauldron. My mouth had dropped into a large comical O as I stared him down and put all of the sopophorous beans on our table in his cauldron. In return he gasped and knocked over my jug of water with the hand that wasn’t holding me back from his frothing cauldron.

“George!” I half screamed and half laughed, “What if he comes over here, he’s going to kill us!”
“It’ll be fine! Surely this isn’t the worst thing you’ve done.”
“I think it is!”
“What?!” He laughed.

Snape then called to the class, “I want your homework on my desk now.” the class ended and both George and I rushed out of the room horrified but giggling. George took my hand as we made it out of Snape’s classroom door, pulling me forward and my heart beat faster than ever. “I told you it would be alright!” George said from next to me as we ran up the stairs. As we reached the top he pulled me aside, pressing me against the wall. We had to take a moment to gather our breathe. George then leant in close to my face, hovering just above my skin, and then he pressed his lips to my cheek. Warmth rushed through my body and my stomach flipped at the small touch. George smiled his crooked smile, somewhat shyly. “Well, I better go check up on Freddie, see how he’s doing.” He scratched the back of his neck looking down the hallway. “Okay.” I replied softly, admittedly disappointed with this change of events. “I’ll see you in dark arts then?” I asked.
“Yeah, of course.” George replied in a deflated kind of way, seeming to struggle with himself. I turned to walk towards Moody’s class room knowing George would be going in the other direction. I relived the simple kiss he placed on my cheek for the next 30 seconds before I heard the same deep voice behind me again. “Hey! Y/N!” I turned, happy to hear George’s voice again. He was right there in front of me once more. “I forgot something.” George bent lower towards my face, a hand against my neck and kissed me. I moved my hands up to his hair, intertwining my fingers with the red strands as he deepened the kiss. He smiled against my mouth, and I leant back blushing. “Wanna hang out sometime?” George questioned with a smile. “I’d love to.” was my tentative reply. “Wicked.” George grinned at me. He turned and spoke over his shoulder as he walked towards the hospital wing. “I will see you in class! Promise!”
“Okay.” Was what I whispered, standing in the middle of the hallway, trying to calm myself and my heart which was beating out of my chest. “See you then.”

2017.05

Top 10 longest fics posted on AO3 this month

1. Lost In Your Arms by @femmequixotic [E, 257.6k]

Three months after their brief encounter, Draco has almost forgotten about Potter–or so he tells himself. Then a Dark wizard shows up on the Auror radar and all hell breaks loose. Draco will have to choose between everything he holds dear–everything he’s worked so hard for–and a few stolen moments of passion with a certain green-eyed Inspector, once his sworn enemy and now something rather different entirely. He’ll make the right choice, won’t he? Who is he kidding? He’ll ruin everything, as per usual. Bad choices and the name Malfoy go hand in hand.
From Tales from the Special Branch series

2. Hermione Granger’s Hogwarts Crammer for Delinquents on the Run by @waspabi [T, 93.3k]

‘You’re a wizard, Harry’ is easier to hear from a half-giant when you’re eleven, rather than from some kids on a tube platform when you’re seventeen and late for work. 

3. Amortentia by @fleetofshippyships [E, 60.2k]

A year-long experiment in modifying and neutralising Amortentia has unforeseen side-effects for Harry. 

4. Home is Where His Heart Is by t_a_s [E, 57.9k]

After being the Boy-Who-Lived for so many years, Harry decides to start over somewhere that no one knows him – out west – where his dreams start to come true but aren’t complete without a certain blond … 

5. Finding A Place To Call Home by marysiak [E, 54.7k]

Feeling directionless after the war, Harry is unexpectedly torn out of his own universe and thrust into another, where he must hide out with Remus Lupin, Teddy and Draco Malfoy as Severus Snape and Hermione try to find a way to send him home and save both his and his unwitting doppelganger’s lives. 
★ Fandom Trumps Hate 2017

6. Moving Soft by @professordrarry [M, 50.6k]

For the first decade after the war, Harry Potter disappeared. At the same time, Jamie Evander appeared in Amsterdam, on a secret mission. It could be a coincidence. But coincidence and fate look an awful lot alike if you squint. Especially when Amsterdam suddenly becomes home to another Hogwarts alumni, who is also trying to hide. 

7. Lost Boys by @wl-erkling​ [E, 50.6k]

Learning to live is the same for villains and heroes; it takes more than the absence of a Dark Lord to find yourself when you are lost. 

8. Family Ties by t_a_s [E, 46.1k]

Harry is going through some changes in his life, trying to get used to a family he didn’t know he had, new abilities, and the need to taste the blood of his mate. 

9. Advantages of Foresight by Zakaira [E, 44.8k]

Gifted with psychic abilities, Draco sees that the path he is on, isn’t the one he wants to be on. He takes his future into his own hands, determined to change things. If he can’t beat Harry at their usual game, he’ll change the game to one Harry can’t help but fall for.All Harry knows is that Draco has suddenly become ill and is suffering from some medical issues. He feels bad and just wants to help.

10. Forgive Me, Father by malfxy [M, 43.5k]

The way Lucius treats Draco that day in Knocturn Alley is way too familiar to Harry, and it doesn’t sit well with him. By helping Draco out of one sticky situation, will he make an even stickier mess for the both of them? 


Another Drarry Oneshot That I Wrote

Heads up: AU WHERE DRACO JOINS THE ORDER BC HARRY

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Another wall exploded.

Crash!

Hogwarts was broken and its remains weren’t pretty. Half of the wizardry school was on fire and the other half was crumbling. What used to be a beautiful and prestigious school now looked like a burnt cookie castle of a sort. But the Battle of Hogwarts was not over yet.

Inside, the halls looked as if it were never corridors in the first place. The classrooms were coated with dust and ash. The chairs and tables were either missing parts or were completely crushed by gigantic debris from the higher floors. Everything was damaged. Only the cold Slytherin dormitories in the dungeon were completely untouched.

Professor McGonagall had ordered that all the younger students either went home or remained in the protection of the students who were old enough to realize how bad things actually were but were not yet of age. All you could hear in the Slytherin dormitory’s common room were loud urgent whispers, sobbing, and reassuring words of comfort. For one of the first times ever, the Slytherin students had mingled freely with the other houses’ students. They needed each other.

The Slytherin students had moved the sofas to the corners of the room and distributed food. The previously dark and cold room had been lit up with love and care.

All around Harry Potter, the older Hufflepuff students were handing out blankets and trying to make the children smile. The older Ravenclaw students were telling bedtime stories to the children and healing the wounded. The older Gryffindor students were awkwardly trying to talk to the Slytherin students, make peace, and vice versa.

Harry couldn’t help but smile. In the darkest of times, he found light in themselves. His family.

He scanned the room slowly again.

In one corner, he saw the Weasley family, Hermione, and Fleur. All of their faces were solemn and sad. George’s red and tear stained face was the first one he noticed. Fred had just died in front of George.

And Ron looked so angry at himself and at the world. He threw his wand in frustration and cried out. Hermione went to him and gently squeezed his arm. Bill and Fleur were hugging each other but their faces were just as pained as the rest. Percy was sitting on the floor, staring into space with a face full of nothing but anguish. Ginny went to Dean and cried as well. Mrs. Weasley looked the worse though. Mrs. Weasley was sobbing so loudly and she looked like she wanted to tear her hair out. Mr. Weasley patted her back gently. Although he seemed calm, he wanted to pretend it didn’t happen at all.

Harry’s stomach twisted in regret and pain. Somehow, he just knew it was all his fault. Especially the part when Tonks and Lupin died. Merlin, he remembered their pale but kind faces staring into nothingness as if they had felt no pain. Harry could feel the pain.

“Shut up, Potter,” Draco said behind him. He had his arms crossed over his chest and he was holding two green and silver blanket—Slytherin colors. His face may have shown no expression but his grey eyes—they were a different story.

Harry turned around and blinked at his boyfriend. “I wasn’t talking.”

“Your thoughts were loud enough. I could hear them over the shrieking, honestly,” Draco replied, sitting down with Harry on the floor and handing him a blanket.

The Boy Who Lived laughed a bit and wrapped himself in the blanket. “It’s nothing important, Draco. Besides, I’ve got to face Voldemort at midnight or he blows up everything I know and love.”

“It’s we. For one bloody second, can you please stop being your usual heroic and caring self and listen to me, Harry?” the blond haired boy snapped, glaring at Harry.

“I don't—I can’t let you do this, Draco. Your father—” said Harry painfully. He attempted to hold Draco’s hand but he refused.

Don’t touch me until you say we’ll go together. Can’t you see, you daft idiot? The moment I switched sides was the moment I stopped caring about my father. I started caring about you,” Draco said quietly.

Harry didn’t answer. He merely stared at his blanket and rested his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“I don’t want you to die. Dammit,” Draco blurted. He had wrapped his own blanket tighter around himself and Harry. This time, Draco reached for Harry’s hand and squeezed. Harry squeezed back. By now, they had both forgotten the world around them—they had both forgotten the chaos.

“I might just have to. For you and for everyone’s sake,” said Harry sadly. He was prepared to do absolutely anything for the ones he loved.

“I don’t care. I’m beating Voldemort senseless if I have to,” Draco said fiercely and determinedly. “There must be some way.”

“It’s all right. Hermione and Ron will be out there with me,” Harry said reassuringly.

“Why is it that Granger and Weasley can come but I can’t, Potter?” Draco questioned, one eyebrow raised. He looked at Harry angrily.

“They’re my best mates—”

“I’m your boyfriend,” Draco interrupted.

“Which is exactly why I want you to be safe in here. Please, Draco. Majority of the Slytherin students who have Death Eater connections stayed because of you. They need you more than I do,” Harry pleaded.

I need you. I know it’s selfish but I’ve past the caring stage ages ago. If you die, how can I live?”

“If I die, we all die.”

“Exactly, Potter. So let me come with you,” Draco whispered, caressing Harry’s cheek.

“I—No—Oh, all right,” Harry said finally, giving in to Draco. Merlin, he hated what Draco could do to him.

Why Beyoncé is important to African-Americans

   Beyoncé Knowles is an African-American singer of Creole origins, and she never let’s you forget. Ever since she debuted in Destiny’s Child with the other women, Beyoncé was something special to me. Maybe it was part of my internalized racism that the brown-skinned girl with the blonde hair stood out, but I knew  Beyoncé was talented. She had the looks, talent, and personality to breakout. When I heard “Crazy In Love” premier on my purple, boombox in the fourth grade as I was lying in bed daydreaming about my childhood crush, Daniel Radcliffe as Harry Potter, I was ecstatic. I thought, “This beat is scary.” It was ominous and hearing Beyoncé’s coloratura vocals utter “Uh oh” in that staccato got me hyped as a 9 year old. I thought pretty maturely for a grade-schooler, and I understood what sexuality was with artists like Beyoncé and Christina Aguilera. I guess that is why they have a special place in my heart in spite of being an evangelical Mariah stan.

  As an African-American, Beyoncé is imperative for my identity. I am a brown-skinned black woman who never felt good about my physical appearance. I don’t fish for compliments when I call myself ugly; I mean it. Beyoncé is slightly lighter than me but she embodies the beauty of black women black girls of all shades need to feel. No amount of colorist projection and misogynoir with  Beyoncé as the proxy shall prosper. I admit, when I was younger, I didn’t trust  Beyoncé. I thought she was entitled and full of so much privilege that I couldn’t fathom as a middle-class, visibly black girl with Autism. I admired her, but I projected what a lot of fans felt about her unto her own personhood. Every time I would hear  Beyoncé brought up, it was to say no black girl could ever be like her. People would say Kelly Rowland, Michelle Williams, Keyshia Cole, and Fantasia weren’t as important as  Beyoncé. So when I was younger, I sometimes looked at  Beyoncé with resentment. It wasn’t that I had anything against her, it was that I didn’t know what was going on in her mind. She is a mystery, and that is a good thing for a Virgo like her. As a Capricorn, I get why she feels compelled to not say everything. Beyoncé and I actually have a lot in common. She is a black woman with Southern roots. I am a young black woman with a dad from North Carolina. Her speech is halted and AAVE; so is mine. She doesn’t talk a lot, but when she writes on rare occasions, you can get a sense of what is inside her mind. That is the same with me. 

 I don’t believe Beyoncé is the exceptional black woman; she is a black woman. She works harder than most of us, and I am proud to share the same gender and race as her. She is determined and knows what she wants. She always have. I also don’t believe black girls can’t get on her level if they so please. Black women and girls have so much potential, it is unrealistic to pretend they can’t be inspired by Queen Bey. 

 What brought this essay on was the fact some native Nigerians are accusing  Beyoncé of appropriating from the Yoruba ethnic group because she paid homage to Oshun. I have to admit, I had no idea who Oshun was, so I looked her up. I was once again excited to learn Oshun was a West African Goddess and she indeed is a Yoruba Goddess. The reason for that is because I’m tired of African-Americans pretending we’re North or East African. Those cultures are cool and just as African as any other region in Africa, but we’re not from Egypt or Ethiopia; we’re most likely from Nigeria or Ghana. If we’re going to pay homage to any country in Africa, it should be Nigeria. The fact  Beyoncé only pays homage to West African aesthetics is why she is important to African-Americans. She is important because she subtly teaches us that we’re West African whether we like it or not. There is no need to be self-hating of our roots just because it doesn’t fit a “white colonizer” idea of “African royalty” and beauty. No part of Africa is “white,” by the way. But everyone knows why so many of us are enthralled by North African countries like Egypt and Algeria. I’m not erasing the blackness of those parts, but I want African-Americans to be honest on who and what I am. I am West/Central African, and I want to learn more about it.

 Because Beyoncé dressed up as Oshun, which is a part of worshiping the Goddess, I decided to look more into it. It was native Nigerians and African-Americans alike who asked for us to look more into Yoruba religions, and I have been researching ever since.  Beyoncé is probably the only African-American who doesn’t go on a Hotep-spiel on how we’re “East African and from Cairo.” Sorry Alicia Keys. That was shade, but I still love you sis. Beyoncé knows where she comes from, and she knows where we come from. She may have light-skinned privilege. She may have been problematic in the past with her darkface African shoot, but Beyoncé is still evolving and learning. I am not saying Beyoncé Knowles is the quintessential African-American woman, but her existence and art is imperative to African-American women. 

anonymous asked:

Listen because of the height difference I love thinking about Harry walking away after a small argument and Cedric following him singsonging "You cant outrun me because my legs are longer thats yooours!" He does this because he never likes it when Harry leaves him mad. -A

ahahah i love it, i can totally see them having really petty like bickering banter

 - ok well i can’t outrun toy but i can definitely out fly u ced 
- HA you think so potter, remind me again who won that quidditch match in 93? 
- i was attacked by deMENTORS CED, i feLL OFF MY BROOM
-  yeah yeah poor excuse if u ask me
- …fine u won that won but erh remind me who sacrificed eternal glory to offer it to you????
- i offered it right back!!!
- i’m the saviour of the wizarding™ world diggory, that beats everything 
- saviour of the wizarding world - and i beat him at a little game of quidditch, now what does that say about how great i am?
- you beat me when i was 13 and attatcked by dementors, trust me if we played now u would lose 
- wanna bet????

and then they run off to get their brooms like the fuckin quidditch nerds they are and they play quidditch until one of them gives up and lets the other win so they can go home and make out 

“your friend set you up on a blind date and i happened to be eating alone so you thought you were meeting me and you were cute so i went along with it but you just got a text from said friend that theyre sorry your date stood you up and now i have some explaining to do” au

I got a lot of requests to do this one so: 

Eating alone wasn’t as refreshing as everyone said it would be. Will was a people person. He liked having people around to talk to and fall into conversation with. While he didn’t feel awkward or judged for sitting alone, he just didn’t enjoy it.

He’d brought a book to read, but he could exactly focus on turning pages when he was planning to use two hands to eat. Then what would he do while he was eating? He didn’t want to turn on his phone and watch Netflix in the middle of a restaurant. Not only would that look incredibly stupid, but he didn’t even have enough data to do so.

He stood up and decided to simply get some takeout and eat it at home in his room where he would be able to be half asleep, watching TV in his shorts and munching on his food without worrying about how to keep busy.

As he walked, someone behind him said, “Oh, uh. Hi. Are you Alex?” Will turned in confusion and stopped short, gasping softly. In front of him, biting his lip nervously, was the most beautiful human Will had ever seen.

His eyes were such a deep dark brown, they looked nearly black with long dark lashes surrounding them. His skin was a smooth olive tone, his cheeks splattered with a few very light freckles. His hair was a messy of curled waves sticking out in different spot in a way Will could never hope to pull off. He wore a long sleeved shirt with the Marauder’s Map depicted on it, and torn dark jeans with combat boots.

It was a perfect mix of mysterious bad boy with adorable dork.

“S-Sorry?” Will responded, forgetting how to form words.

“I’m Nico. Uh, Jason’s friend? For the uh, blind date. Wait, is it you, or… I’m sorry if-”

“No, no, yeah. Yeah, it’s me,” Will said hurriedly, only realizing how stupid, short-lived, and completely insane the lie was after he’d blurted it out.

“Oh thank God,” Nico breathed. “Sorry, I get nervous. I don’t really go out much.” He smiled nervously and Will bit his lip. “Did you get a table yet?”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, over here.” He led Nico to the table he’d been sitting at previously and chuckled nervously. His eyes kept flitting to the doors, hoping that whoever his actual blind date was wouldn’t recognize him or come in. But then, if he didn’t even know what Nico would look like, and they saw Nico with Will, they wouldn’t even think to ask, right? So he was safe…. For now.

“So Jason said you went to school with him?” Nico asked, skimming the drink list.

“Yeah. But, I mean instead of going off what Jason said, let’s just start new between us, yeah?”

Nico smiled awkwardly and nodded. “Sure,” he said with a small chuckle. “I mean he hadn’t told me much anyway. Just that he knew you from his last high school and you were a really great guy. So… are you going to go to college?”

“I sure hope so,” he answered. “I want to go to UT maybe. I want to be a doctor, but I’m not sure what I’d specialize in. There’s a lot of fields within it, you know?”

Nico’s eyes shone with excitement. “Yeah, I get that. Completely. I’m really into health as well. I’m good with gore, but I think I’d be more in the psychological area, like mental health.” He shrugged. “I’m still not sure.”

“I mean we’re high schoolers. I don’t think we’re supposed to be sure.”

“Thank God you agree,” he muttered. “Everyone’s trying to go down my throat and force me to choose something specific right now and it’s driving me crazy. Is it such a bad thing to want to stay in arcade and blow off steam for a while?”

“An arcade?” Will repeated.

“I can play Pac-Man and Galaga like no one’s business, dude. I’m a pro.” Will laughed and shook his head. “What, you don’t believe me? We can go to an arcade after we eat and I will prove it to you.”

“You’re saying it like you need to defend your honor,” he chuckled.

“It is,” Nico said, trying not to laugh. “I’m sorry, I’m being a dork.”

“Don’t apologize,” he said. “It’s… endearing.” Nico scoffed and focused on the menu. “So… why did you agree to a blind date? Didn’t anyone ever ask you in person? Oh- uh, not to be rude, it’s just… this is going to sound so lame, but you really don’t look like someone who’d struggle to get a date.”

Nico’s cheeks burned bright and he bit his lip. “Ah… thanks. Um, let’s go back to the ‘I’m awkward and dorky’ part, tell me where I lose you.” Will burst into laughter and covered his mouth to stifle it. Nico rolled his eyes and smirked. “Why did you agree? You definitely shouldn’t need to.”

Will smirked and raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know. I never really paid attention to anyone at my school. I want to broaden my horizons I guess? I don’t know. But I’m glad I did.” Nico smiled ran his hand through his hair.

They ordered their drinks and food and spent the time talking about different topics, from Harry Potter to music to TV shows to their favorite movies and their families. Will was surprised to find that Nico had actually had a very horrible past, which he tried to downplay by brushing over details instead of delving into it, but Will knew how much it mattered. Losing family and being bullied wasn’t easy. And something told Will that his awkwardness was actually anxiety, and he simply didn’t pay attention to it.

But Will wouldn’t push. He enjoyed hearing him talk, enjoyed making him laugh and being made to laugh. He didn’t remember the last time he laughed so much. When they finished lunch, Will stood and said, “So, are we testing your arcade skills?”

Nico’s smile widened and he stood to follow Will out of the restaurant.

They walked to an arcade across a pizzeria and Will could see the excitement and relaxation flood through Nico. It was like he was somewhere comfortable, somewhere he could be himself in. “Get ready to get your ass whooped,” Nico said, smiling cockily.

And sure enough, Nico beat Will at every arcade game they tried and at every rematch they had. He was skilled in every game, and won quickly or by a large margin. “How the hell are you that good?” Will said in shock after his hundredth defeat.

Nico chuckled and rubbed his hands together. “Um. Well, when bad stuff happened, I’d always go to an arcade to sort of… I don’t know get away from it? I spent a lot of times in arcades when I was little. They’re still a good place to go when I get upset.” Will nodded.

“Well it is now my mission in life to beat you at at least one arcade game.” Nico laughed and sat beside him.

Suddenly the score for Harry Potter went off and Nico pulled out his phone. “Hello? Hey! Look the- wait. What? What are you…?” Nico stood up and looked at Will with wary and shock. “No. No it’s fine. I said it’s fine! I have to go.” He hung up and suddenly, Will saw the dangerous bad boy side get emphasized in his demeanor. “Who the hell are you?”

“Uh… what?” Will questioned.

“You’re not Alex. Apparently Alex stood me up. So who the hell are you and why did you tell me you were?” he growled, his expression darkening as he stepped toward Will.

Immediately, Will stood up and bit his lip, his entire face reddening from embarrassment. He was positive he looked like a blond tomato. “Um… N-Nico, I-”

“Are you some sort of fucking psychopath?” he snapped.

“No!” he protested. “God, no, Nico! I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I lied. I… Please stop looking at me like that.”

“No! I’m angry! I’m embarrassed, and honestly a little fucking scared! Who are you?”

“My name is Will,” he started. Nico’s eyes widened in anger and he put his hands in his hair. “Wait, just…. Dammit. Look, I was eating alone, okay? And I got really uncomfortable, so I was going to leave but then you ran into me and…. You’re insanely attractive and I could barely think so when you asked if it was me you were meeting I said yes, And then we were sitting and talking and laughing and I laughed more than I have in a long time, and… I didn’t want just blurt that I wasn’t actually supposed to be your date.”

Nico narrowed his eyes, and clenched his fists. “What were you planning to have happen? Have me call you Alex for a few months? Have me gush to Jason about how great things went with Alex? Were you ever planning on telling me anything? Ever?”

“I… I don’t know! I wanted- no I still want to see you again, to hang out with you again. I would’ve told you, I just… I don’t know how or when.” Nico furrowed his eyebrows and crossed his arms, standing alert and defensive. “I’m sorry, Nico. But everything else I said was true. Me wanting to be a doctor and loving Harry Potter and the jokes and… all of the rest was real. Didn’t you… I mean…. If I was Alex… would you have been okay with seeing me again?”

Nico’s lips parted but he didn’t say anything. He looked away from Will and stared at the ground, his breaths slowly turning back to normal. “Alex stood me up,” he muttered. “I… I did have fun. But now I feel very stupid because I went up to you and assumed you were supposed to be my date and spent all this time thinking your name is Alex, and it’s actually Will, and…. I feel stupid.”

Will cleared his throat and rubbed his arm. “Well… I was so dumbstruck when you talked to me that I pretended to be some guy named Alex and I just got found out so…. I feel pretty stupid too.”

Finally Nico’s eyes returned to him. He was still angry, but not as much. “Then I guess we’re even.” Will wasn’t sure what that meant.

He gulped and took a breath. Then he stood up and held out his hand. “Hey, I’m Will. I’m eighteen. Nice to meet you.” Nico furrowed his eyebrows and stared at his hand. Hesitantly, he shook it.

“Hello, Will.”

“Would you… maybe like to go on a date sometime? I promise not to stand you up or use a fake name.”

Nico’s eyes, dark and big and endearing flickered up to him. He as suppressing a smile, but eventually it became a smirk. Will could feel butterflies in his stomach. “Okay,” he said softly. “I think that’d be nice.”

Harry groaned, opening his eyes only to shut them again tightly to block against the blinding light above him. He tried to raise his arm to block from the light and felt a burning sensation in one pinprick area on his inner arm. He turned his head toward his arm and cracked open his eye.

There was an IV stuck in his arm, so he was at a hospital. A muggle hospital.

He shot up, and immediately regretted that decision as his head swam and he lifted the arm that didn’t have the barbaric muggle device crammed in it to rub at his forehead.

“Nurse!” He croaked out, his voice hoarse from disuse, when no one responded he tried again, “NURSE!”

A woman all in white bustled into the room immediately, “Oh Sir! You’re awake! You shouldn’t be sitting, lie back down!” She chided, pushing him back against the bed and then bustling around checking on the equipment.

“What happened?” He groaned as he waved away the medicine she was trying to give him.

“There was an explosion, Sir,” she responded after giving up on the medicine, “You were pulled from the rubble after the building collapsed on you. You’ve been in a coma for a few months, we didn’t think you would make it. Really it’s a miracle you made it through the building collapse at all.

Harry’s heart stopped when he heard how long he’d been out.

Draco.

Where was Draco?

“My family?”

“You had no identification on you, Sir. And we had no records of you so we had no way to get in touch with an emergency contact or next of kin.”

Harry’s heart jolted again. Where was his wand? Where was his phone? He had to get in touch with Draco, “What did I have on me?” He asked, his voice low.

The nurse gave him a look, not pleased by his change in attitude, “Just your clothes Sir. I can bring them to you if you like, but we would like you to stay overnight for observation.”

Harry shook his head, he would be fine once he got his wand back, “My clothes please.”

After signing out of the hospital and assuring the nurse and his doctor that he would be fine, Harry ran to the area of the attack, looking at the rubble that had, luckily, not yet been cleaned. He hoisted up his sleeves and got to work, throwing the smaller rubble aside and subtly using wandless magic when something was too large for him to lift.

Finally he found something, not his wand, but his cell phone. The enchantment he had put on the battery was still active so the phone was still on, and had about a hundred missed calls. He flicked it open to listen to the most recent few.

“Harry,” it was Draco, and his voice was cracked, “You’re not really dead, right? It’s just like last time. Call me back”

“Harry, you need to call me back you prick, I need to know you’re okay.”

“DAMNIT POTTER YOU’D BETTER BLOODY WELL ANSWER ME!”

“Please just pick up the phone Harry.”

“I love you Harry, I’m sorry”

The final message clicked off and Harry’s heart skipped a beat. He frantically dialed Draco’s number and held the phone up to his ear.

“We’re sorry, the number you have dialed is no longer in service.”

Damnit Malfoy.

To hell with this! Harry held out both hands and blasted the rubble away. Secrecy act be damned, if anyone saw him then the ministry could deal with it. He needed to go find his husband.

Harry saw his wand in the middle of where the rubble was blasted away, and had only just grabbed it before he disapperated. He came out of his apperation at a dead run and busted into the house.

“Draco!” he called.

No answer.

“Draco Malfoy you answer me right now!” Harry cried into the silent house.

And then he heard a groan from the living room and ran in. Draco was laying on the couch, his hair disheveled, looking thinner and paler than he normally did. Strewn around him on the ground and coffee table were newspaper clippings, firewhiskey glasses and bottles, and Harry’s clothes. Draco was wearing Harry’s old Gryffindor robe and holding one of his Weasley sweaters.

Harry’s eyes blurred as he looked at his broken husband and collapsed on the couch, drawing Draco to him.

Draco’s reddened and blurry eyes opened and he groaned again, “No… Harry… You can’t do this to me… You’re dead… Please you can’t… You can’t be a ghost here…”

Harry held Draco close to him, “Draco, I’m not a ghost, I’m here. I’m here for you.”

“I’m home now, I love you.”

“I love you.”

——–

Voicemail, part two.

For runningfrommy-mind, who gave me the idea.

  • Hermione: If you think we're going to finish what we started at the Yule Ball, You are out of your mind. You lost your chance.
  • Draco: Oh, c'mon, I never had a chance with you.
  • Hermione: You're right. I had a momentary lapse in judgement when I thought you were more than you are, but you aren't. Clearly.
  • Draco: Oh, yeah? Well what does that mean?
  • Hermione: [mockingly] I'm Draco Malfoy. I like girls in Jello. I like to fuck like a monkey. Don't fall in love. It's scary.
  • Draco: Yeah, it is scary. It's terrifying. Especially when I'm in love with a psycho like you.
  • Hermione: I am not a psycho!
  • Draco: I just told you that I loved you and all you heard was "psycho." Well you're the definition of neurotic.
  • Hermione: No! The definition of neurotic is a person who suffers from anxiety, obsessive thoughts, compulsive acts, and, and physical ailments without any objective evidence of...
  • Draco: Shut up! Yet again I just told you I'm in love with you and you're standing here giving me a vocabulary lesson.
  • Hermione: You're in love with me. Why?
  • Draco: Beats the shit out of me, but I am.
  • [she leans over and kisses him]
The Houses in a Band

Gryffindor: Guitar. They have those cool solos where they really shine, and everyone love them. They stand out and just have a fun time with the riffs.

Hufflepuff: Drums (I don’t think it’s Gryffindor, because Hufflepuffs are the steady beat that keeps everyone together).

Slytherin: Bass guitar and backup vocals. You can’t always tell they’re there, but trust me–they are. They’re secretly making the band sound so much better. They’re sneaky.

Ravenclaw: Lead vocals. Not afraid to speak out when they need to. They are good with words and write lyrics with clever double meanings. They’re really passionate about whatever they feel.

Okay so at school today we were practicing for Drag Off (dress up as opposite gender and dance) and I had my Hufflepuff drink bottle out and another Potterhead came up to me and said “How does Draco Malfoy get a girlfriend? He Slitherin to her” and without a beat I turn around and go “no he has a wand fight with him in the bathroom” and she flipped I have no regrets none

anonymous asked:

Hey Jenna so I'm having a real problem of not beating myself up over having bad writing. But for me since I'm a millennial I obviously was obsessed with Harry Potter and it is my all time favorite series of books. So I'm constantly worrying that my book isn't going to be a good book like HP. Any advice on how to get past this? Thanks!! :) :)

I think you need to read more books. Seriously. Branch out. Maybe widening your realm of reference will help you realize there’s a wide variety of “good” books out there, and “good” is entirely subjective. 

TOM RIDDLE IMAGING
Your books in your hands you walk out of herbology, “hey y/n!” You heard a girl’s voice behind you.
“You think you’re so high and mighty Y/L/N? Standing up for a Hufflepuff make you better than us?” She asked.
You turn around to face her and her group all with their slytherin uniforms on.
“What do you want?” You ask.
“Do you think your cool? You’re a loser Y/N!” The blond girl says again.
“You’re not brave, you’re a mudblood coward!” A boy says from the group.
You fight back tears. The group was picking on a Hufflepuff during herbology and you were trying to be nice.
“Olive get lost” a new voice says to the blind girl.
“Why? You friends with her?” She asked to the boy approaching.
“Leave her alone.” It was Tom riddle.
“What? Is she your girlfriend?” A boy in the back mocks.
“Get lost” his voice was hard.
The group looks at him before walking away.
“You okay?” His voice was deep and soft.
“No I’m fine.” You say not looking him in the eye.
“They are just idiots don’t listen to them.” He says smiling.
Tom was the mysterious type, not one you know lots about and talk to at lunch.
“Why did you help me anyways?” You ask he just looks at you.
“Should I not have?” He asked.
“It’s just- why you?” You ask.
He walks up to you. Kissing you out of nowhere . You stood still not sure how to react. Goosebumps and form over your skin and your heart beats fast.
He steps back, “that’s why”
“Oh” is all you can say.