harry potter in one word

i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.
Flutterflies

Summary: In which Draco becomes friends with the golden trio in first year and seven years later he’s hopelessly in love with Harry.

Word Count: 14.6k

Includes: smut yo

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Dating Draco Malfoy

•In Public
- Draco wrapping his arm around you and/or kissing you in front of other guys so they know you’re his girl
- the two of you always pairing up together for class projects and paying no attention to the lesson
- Sitting on his lap in the common room
- Falling asleep on him

•At the Malfoy Manor
- being scared to meet his parents and Draco having to hold you the whole time
- Lucius staring at you coldly while Narcissa is asking you about yourself, smiling the whole time
- Draco bragging about how great you are, causing you to blush and hide your face
- Narcissa giggling at your reaction and Lucius cracking a very small smile
- at the end of the night, Mr and Mrs Malfoy both hug you and lead you to your room
- sneaking out of your room to sleep with Draco
- “(Y/N) what are you doing in here?”
- “I need to cuddle. Cuddle me.”

•On Dates
- Draco taking you to fancy restaurants because you “only deserve the best”
- Going to the Three Broomsticks after finishing a three-foot essay on Liquid Luck for Prof. Snape
- The two of you sneaking into the kitchens and stealing leftovers for a midnight snack
- having a picnic by the lake and teaching Draco how to skip rocks on the water

Just One Word Book Photo Challenge
July 2016

Day 21: Library

I had a plan to go to a library for today but I’m cheating & showing some my personal library :) 

skreamingninja  asked:

why

Thank you for the prompt @skreamingninja! I went a bit fluffier after that emotional rollercoaster for the wolfstar prompt. Here’s an eighth year fic for you. Hope you like it.


Hermione was never one to not have an answer. Not having an answer made her eyes twitch, and honestly, that’s just not on. Some may say that she can be a bit too aggressive in her mission to find out “why?” But, hell, she needed to know and didn’t expect anybody to just give her the answers. Hermione appreciated the work that went into finding answers. The rewards were always so much greater. So why was she so nervous about finding out the answer to her current question?

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Harry. Did you hear anything I just said?” Hermione asked, frustrated that Harry was not paying any attention to the essay that he was supposed to be writing or her explanation on the 100 uses of frog’s brain, and instead staring off over her shoulder again. “Yea, Mione” Harry said distractedly, a small frown forming between his brow. She turned her head to look behind her and only saw Malfoy at the table with Goyle, apparently helping him with wand movements for their Charms test tomorrow. Looking back at Harry, then back at Malfoy, she sighed heavily. ‘Please don’t let this be like sixth year.’ Hermione thought to herself. She just wanted a normal year where she could study for her NEWTs and not worry about running off to stop Harry from jumping headlong into another dangerous adventure. They finally had peace, yet the look in Harry’s eyes did not suggest suspicion or animosity. ‘That’s curious’, she thought. A bit of investigation was apparently in order.

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Hermione had watched Harry closely over the past couple of days. Her eyes too sharp to not notice the small glances that Harry would throw in Malfoy’s direction. If anybody else were asked, they’d just brush it off as old habits dying hard. Their rivalry too well known throughout Hogwarts. But Hermione could see the subtle way Harry’s eyes would soften when Malfoy would hold his gaze before quickly averting his eyes. This was not rivalry, not from what she’d known as Harry best friend for the past 8 years. This was something deeper, that she was sure Harry himself would have a hard time admitting out loud if asked. This was something that she felt when she looked at Ron when he would fall asleep on his chess set in the common room. That scary feeling that even she knew the name of, but would only utter the words when she was sure nobody was listening. It made her anxious. Not because it was Malfoy, who was seen unlearning the toxicity of his past self, putting in the hard work for himself and not his father, yet not asking for it to be acknowledged. No. It was for Harry, who loves so fully and intensely that he could easily lose himself. Who has suffered by the hands of those who were supposed to love him yet never thought twice to bring him down and remind him how much they didn’t care. Harry, who deserves so much rest and peace and good things that sometimes she would stay up at night, tears in her eyes, hoping that Harry may have something good just this once. This was her brother, her best friend. She needed to protect him at all costs. But…she’s learned a thing or two since the end of the war. Harry is a capable young man who is no longer afraid of letting those around him down for the sake of his own happiness. He has changed since dying by the hand of Voldemort. He came back unapologetic. It would not do for Hermione to interfere. She had to trust him and his decisions.

Hermione smiled a little smile to herself, content with the knowledge that she would protect from afar but not come between. Harry caught her smile just then. “What Hermione?” He asked with a chuckle. “Nothing, Harry.” She grinned at Harry’s amused scepticism. She would wait for him to be open with her about what’s going on with Malfoy and it would be ok. He would be ok.

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“Mione, can i talk you for a minute?” Harry asked approaching her in the common room a few weeks later. Looking as though he wanted to flee at the slightest sign of disapproval. Hermione put down her book and patted the spot next to her on the couch. Harry smiled in a strained sort of way before settling and throwing up a privacy spell, even though the common room was nearly empty. Hermione chuckled internally but kept her face in an expression of open curiosity. “What is it, Harry?” she asked when he did’t say anything, instead taking deep breaths and bracing himself. “Well, er, I um…I have something to tell you.” He mumbled, scratching the back of his neck nervously. She knew this was the moment he would reveal his development with Malfoy. She could tell by the slight flush on his cheeks and the small tapping of his foot on the rug. 

“Ok Harry. You know you could tell me anything.” She replied earnestly. Harry didn’t deserve to be dismissed or doubted in this moment. It was not only hard for a young man to express that he was attracted to the same sex, but to be attracted to another young man who’d make little old ladies clutch there pearls if they knew his past. It would not do to be anything but supportive. Harry braced himself with a last calming inhale and uttered the words that he feared would end his friendship and the closest thing he’d ever have to a sister. “I, er, I-I’m Bisexual, Hermione. I’ve known for a while now. Since summer, at least. It’s not why I didn’t get back Ginny. I just felt we were in different places. Plus, I’m still attracted to women, I just…I kinda have feelings for a guy and I wanted to see where it went. I wasn’t keeping this from you or Ron or anything. I just needed to know that what I felt was real. And-And I don’t know if you’ll like who I have feelings for, but I just know. I don’t know why, I just do. I feel so alive around him, Mione.” Harry rambled, finally taking another breath and looking at her with uncertainty.

Hermione smiled and looped her arm with Harry’s and leaned back against the couch. He wore a slightly confused expression until she turned and looked at him with a fond smile. He visibly relaxed but she knew she needed to say something soon before he got the wrong idea. “I know why, Harry.” she said softly. “You do?” he questioned, looking even more confused. “But you don’t know who it is, Mione.” Hermione had to actually chuckle softly at that. “Of course I do, Harry. It’s me, for merlin’s sake”, she rolled her eyes at his surprised face. “It’s love, Harry. I see the way you look at Malfoy. He’s changed. I can see that too. I think that it’s time for us to put our childish notions of black and white behind us. It’s ok to love him, Harry. Merlin knows you both deserve it.” Hermione finished looking back at Harry’s face. He relaxed even more and looked at Hermione with something akin to awe. She laughed and nudged his ribs as he joined in. “But let’s hold off on telling Ron for a bit, he will have a niffler.” She sniggered. Not everybody needs to know why just yet.

anonymous asked:

young

Harry didn’t expect him to look like that. He was taller than Harry remembered, but his hair was just as dark and curly, and he was just as handsome, if not more. He looked older, too. Not as old as he should be, but still older than Harry. 

“You look…Human,” was all Harry could say. A compliment was on the tip of his tongue, but he didn’t think his pride could handle saying it out loud. 

Tom Riddle smirked as though he knew what Harry was going to say. His head tiled to the side as he observed the way Harry stood. They were alone in the forest; Hermione was still asleep inside the tent, and Ron…Where was Ron again? 

The Horcrux gave Tom an almost ethereal appearance. His skin glowed in the moonlight, perfect like he remembered. Tom only had eyes for Harry, and Harry found himself unable to look away. 

“Is that what you want? Do you want me to look human?” Tom Riddle walked closer to him, his feet never touching the ground. “I can look more like him if you want? No, you don’t want that.” Tom smiled down at him, charming this time, as if they were only getting together for a late drink.

“You’re not real,” Harry shook his head. 

“Of course I’m real.” Tom was close enough that he could place his hand on Harry’s cheek. “You can feel that can’t you? Is that real enough for you?” 

“No.. no you can’t be, you just can’t.” Harry knew that there was something he was supposed to be doing, but he just couldn’t remember what. 

“Well then. How about this?” Tom closed the distance between them, his lips pressed against Harry’s and he brought his other hand to his face so he could hold it still. 

Harry found his eyes closing and his hands grabbing at Tom’s shirt. His mouth opened and Tom’s tongue slipped inside. He could hear someone yelling his name, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was Tom and there was nothing in the world that could distract him. 

The kiss became more intense. Hands found their way up Tom’s shirt and down Harry’s pants. Harry was finding it harder and harder to breathe, it was as if Tom was stealing his breath away with his kiss. 

Suddenly, Tom screamed. Blood appeared on his chest as though he had been stabbed, and as quick as a blink, he vanished. Harry stood there for a moment, stunned. Unable to comprehend what happened. 

“Ron…” Harry mumbled, his mind returning to him. “Ron!”

“He really is obsessed with you, isn’t he?” Ron panted. He was sitting on the ground several yards away from him, the sword of Gryffindor in one hand, and a broken locket in the other. 

He would come to me, eyes somber and face blank,
I would snap at him to get out and he would,
He always came back, though, time after time,
And I began to just let him be.
Because I recognised myself,
In his sloping back and carefully deadpan expression,
And we would stay together that way,
Knees drawn up and heads heavy,
Hands entertwined between our tired bodies,
Pining for times long past.
—  oscarsins

anonymous asked:

Wolfstar: fear

Yay! I hope this isn’t too angsty. I kinda ran away with this and i would’ve gone on longer if i didn’t have self-control. Hope you enjoy.


He looked at Sirius from across the scrubbed table. The Order meeting in full swing, but Remus could not seem to lend his ear to Kingsley’s recent report on the infiltration of Voldemort’s ranks. His mind on the dark haired man he’s known since he was eleven. 

Remus could see the subtle lines in his handsome face that suggested his time at Azkaban had taken a bigger toll than his luminescent smile had led on. Sirius was never one to make those around him fret over his emotional state. He would laugh and carry on with James and Peter, but Remus always knew. He could see the way he held his body. The tense set of his shoulders. The fidgety hand gestures, and the ‘just this side’ of too loud his voice would become before a forced joke. Something was wrong. He knew he had to approach with care, or be faced with the dramatics that was the man Sirius Black. It was only a matter of time before his destructive tendencies reared their ugly head.

He knocked on the door twice before he heard the calm command to enter. Remus was not a man afraid of confrontation. He would rather defuse a situation with calm insight and chocolate. But approaching Sirius in a strop was a different game he learned to play well over the years. Subtlety was not the key. Sirius had grown up in a house full of Slytherins, where manipulation and power plays were a favored hobby. No. He needed to be transparent. He needed Sirius to see that he did not want to use his vulnerabilities against him. But Remus also knew he needed to be rational where Sirius would be impulsive. He had his work cut out.

“Padfoot?”, Remus called into the dark room. The eerie coos from Buckbeak and the slanted lamplight from the city street creating a morose atmosphere. He could see Sirius’ profile as he perched on a torn chaise. The perfect cameo his face created, although he liked to joke on how years of inbreeding could create such a specimen of a man. He truly was beautiful, but Remus mustn’t get distracted. “Is everything alright?” Remus asked when he got no other answer than a grunt.

Sirius turned to him then. His shadowed face casting a haunted mask not seen in full light. He looked so young. So broken. So many unsaid things etched into the frown lines around his mouth. So many unheard pleas. Remus took a step forward but stopped when he saw the delicate jerk of Sirius’ right hand. He would wait. It always paid to wait. Remus should know.

“Moony. I thought you were leaving tonight” Sirius mumbled, turning his head just a fraction towards the window to avoid Remus’ concerned gaze. “No. I decided to stay another night. This mission isn’t a very important one.” Remus replied, never taking his eyes off the man’s silhouette. “Well…you know you don’t have to stay cooped up with me all night. Go have fun! I see my cousin is very interested in you. Couldn’t keep her eyes off of you.” Sirius chuckled gruffly. The last word sounding a bit more hollow than Remus would’ve liked. 

He took another step into the room, and then another, letting the door close softly behind him. Not even stopping when he saw Sirius stiffen further. “Sirius. Tell me.” Remus insisted. His calm voice holding none of the patronizing tone Dumbledore’s did when telling Sirius that he must remain at Grimmauld Place. Sirius turned finally and looked at Remus head on. Eyes hard and walls pulled up tight with no crack in the seams. Remus didn’t need to look for a crack though. This was not about breaking. This was about choice. It was always about choice.

With a shove of his hands into his jean pockets, Sirius tilted his head a bit and placed a bitter smile onto his face. “What is there to tell Moony? It’s all out on the table already. You-Know-Who is back. This won’t be like last time. I won’t let it be like last time.” He shook his head slowly and turned his back to Remus. “We’re not kids anymore, Remus.” Sirius whispered. “We can’t hold ourselves back again for the sake of wanting something we know we were never meant to have.” Remus could see the indentations in the chaise where Sirius was pressing hard into the fabric with his fingertips. 

“What do you mean, Sirius? You’re not making any sense.”

“What I mean is, It’s time for us to move on, Remus. I’m not the man you used to know. I…I don’t want you to ever regret making the decision to forgive me that night in the shack. I couldn’t bear it.” His voice warbling toward the end.

You couldn’t bear it. Sirius, exactly what are you on about? I’m not the man you once knew either. You’re right. We have grown up. But what does that have to do with moving on?” Remus intoned. He couldn’t understand where any of this was coming from. No, he wasn’t expecting them to pick up where they left off. There were too many things left to unpack, but moving on. It wasn’t an option. At least not for Remus.

“You deserve a life, Moony. Merlin knows you’ve worked so hard all these years. Your life isn’t here with me and a damned…hippogriff. We’re in the middle of a war, Remus. Who’s to say we’ll live this time around? You should-You should be living while you still can. You should be starting a family.” declared Sirius. Remus was dumbstruck by the candid way that Sirius spoke. He could hear his blood pounding in his veins. The bitter taste of rejection making it’s way up his throat… No. He waited too long for this man to have him just decide where and how he was going to spend the remainder of his days. He deserved more dignity than that, and so did Sirius. Remus would not allow it.

“Why?” prodded Remus. “Why now, Sirius? Why wait twelve bloody years to throw it away, again? Don’t you think we’ve earned it? Don’t you think we’ve both done the time?” He could feel the emotions bubble underneath his skin. It sizzled through his fingertips and upward, making his arms feel like he had been struck by lightening. Not again. He would not lose Sirius again to his silly notions of what was for the best. Sirius didn’t get to decide that. Remus was a grown man. “Sirius. Do not give me that flimsy excuse. Tell me.”

Remus could tell from the sudden hunch of Sirius’ shoulders that the conversation would soon come to a head. He stood his ground. He would not let the love of his life walk away out of self-pity. Remus and Sirius both had too much to lose. They already lost so many people. They will continue to, but merlin fuck, didn’t Sirius realize that that should be reason enough to see it through?

Sirius barked a low bitter laugh at Remus’ words. His body taut with barely constrained emotion. His hand grasped the chaise until his knuckles were white, while his free hand twitched with every harsh, silent breath he took. He turned toward Remus again, but this time Remus could clearly see the unmasked emotion in his eyes. “It’s not an excuse, Remus. This is real life. No more games. We’ve played too many games and we lost. We lost, Remus! We lost everything. I lost everything. It’s not the same.” Sirius pleaded, shaking his head in a sorrowful manner. “It’s me, Sirius. What are you so afraid of?” observed Remus. “Sirius.

“EVERYTHING!” bellowed Sirius as he whipped around to face Remus again. “I’m afraid of everything, Remus, don’t you see?! I’m afraid of losing everything again to a fucking madman! I’m afraid that I won’t get to make up for the years I lost! I’m afraid of not knowing if there will be a tomorrow! I’m afraid of losing Harry…I-I’m afraid of losing you.” he broke, finally letting the dam of fear and uncertainty break through his facade. His knees buckled as he wept, Remus grabbing him around the middle before his knees hit the floor.

Remus held on to Sirius as he cried, rocking him and whispering soothing words into his hair. Remus felt his eyes prickle as the sobs wracked Sirius’ frame. Remus knows fear. He knows it like an old family friend. It’s one of the few constants he’s used to. Fear and love. Throughout his life, they’ve warred for domination. Too often he let fear win, when love should’ve prevailed. Especially concerning the man currently in his arms. Too many times he let fear shadow his judgment and had suffered because of it. Fear is inevitable, no matter the circumstances. But this time, he will not lose his life to it. He will not let Sirius throw away their happiness in spite of it. Fear is a constant, that will never change. But so is his love for this man.

Just One Word Book Photo Challenge
August 2016

Day 3: Hot

Hot colored books on a hot day