harry potter like

  • Gryffindor: I can be a friend. What are you looking for? Supportive? Playful? *pauses and raises eyebrow* Dangerous?
  • Ravenclaw: Slytherin and I just have a different kind of friendship so I'd rather talk to him about it.
  • Gryffindor: Wha- Hufflepuff, tell Ravenclaw how great of a friend I am.
  • Hufflepuff: Yeah, Gryffindor is a great friend. On the friendship scale I'd give him a seven.
  • Gryffindor: ... *gives a look*
  • Hufflepuff: Er, out of seven
  • Gryffindor: See? I'm a seven out of seven!
  • Ravenclaw: ... Right, I'm going to Slytherin

*Holds up right hand* “To write the next chapter of my fanfic”

*Holds up left hand* “Or to read someone else's already finished and way better-written fanfic”

*Drops right hand* “The gods have spoken! To read it is!”

You can’t tell me that

If in the actual HP movies after harry killed Voldemort there was just a pause of everyone just staring and then the camera turns to draco and he runs to harry and that have one of those cliche “run into each other’s arms and kiss” scenes it wouldn’t be 10x better than the cannon ending

anonymous asked:

Could you possibly if it's not too much trouble,write a Fred x reader imagine where the reader is kinda shy and timid and she secretly fancies Fred,and Fred also fancies her? But they don't know they both share their feelings. Maybe George knows this and somehow gets them together? 😊💓

HELL YEAH I CAN LEGGO. I went a little off track but i think it still fits well!!

Fred x Gryffindor Reader

Originally posted by read-eat-sleep-repeat


“I don’t think she likes me.” 

“She fancies you, are you crazy?” George’s voice was surprisingly deadpan for once, as he looked towards his brother in exasperation. If they had to have this conversation again he’d transcribe it all down and beat Fred over the head with it. 

Lovingly of course. 

“She always looks away from me! And she doesn’t talk to me and she gets all quiet when I sit next to her–” 

“Because she likes you.”

“But why–”

“Because she likes you.” 


George cupped his hands around his mouth to form an impromptu megaphone, “BECAUSE SHE LIKES YOU.” 

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[in post op]

Patient: What happened?

Hawkeye: He grazed your leg. I mended it at once, but I’m keeping you in overnight. You shouldn’t overexert yourself for a few hours.

Patient: I don’t want to stay here overnight, I want to find him and kill him.

Hawkeye: I’m afraid that would come under the heading of ‘overexertion’

Domestic Drarry

“What do you mean?” Draco asked hotly. Harry had kissed him good morning, but had broken the peace by saying something incredibly stupid. Really, you’d think that Harry would know what not to say to Draco in the morning.

“What? It’s not an unreasonable request,” Harry responded with a shrug. He continued dressing himself in his Auror robes, while Draco was fuming.

“Yes, it is! How can you expect me to just… go ahead and do it? I have a life, too, you know.”

“You honestly don’t do anything else but lounge around the house all day, Draco.”

Draco rolled his eyes and threw a pillow at the now mostly clothed Harry.

“I take care of my estates, in case you hadn’t noticed. It’s a lot of managing, all those taxes. Don’t underestimate it.”

“My apologies, Your Majesty,” Harry mocked. “But please, can you just, only today, do what I asked, because I’m not sure I will be able to do it. Please?”

Draco sighed and fell back against the mattress.

“Fine. I’ll try something.”

Many hours later, Draco was standing in their beautiful, massive kitchen, and he had no idea what to do. As Harry had told him, he had leafed through a few cooking magazines and picked something that looked good. Then, he had listed all necessary ingredients and had gone out to buy them. And now, groceries were littered everywhere and Draco was holding a sharp knife.

“It’s just like Potions,” Draco mumbled to himself. “Chopping and stirring, heating and cooking. Can’t be that difficult, can it?”

He set to go to work and followed the instructions as carefully as possible, not wanting to make a mistake and ruin Harry’s opinion of Draco’s abilities.

When Harry came home, at about seven thirty, the house smelled like food, and Draco had no idea whether it was good or not. He completely ignored every question Harry sent his way, and also refused to react to Harry’s sweet touches en compliments.

Forty-five minutes later, Draco placed the last bowl on the dining table and sat down heavily. Harry’s eyes bulged out at the sight of their dinner: roasted lam with a sweet apple sauce and fried potato chips.

“Well, dig in,” Draco sighed. “I’ve worked hard, so you better enjoy it.”

Harry picked up his fork and took a single bite of the roasted pig. His eyes flew open towards Draco’s gaze while he chewed.

“Draco…” he started after he swallowed.

“Get your arse to the bedroom. I want to eat something else, now.”

Draco didn’t think he had ever followed up an instruction faster and more eager than now.

reblog if

you’ve ever just been in bed or even on the floor scrolling…



and you know you should stop but for some reason you keep scrolling and not switching off your phone/laptop even though it’s 3am.

please tell me i’m not alone.