harry potter ship weeks

the novelty doesn't wear off
  • Harry: I can't believe it
  • Harry: I honest to god can not believe this is happening to me
  • Harry: I kissed you; we're HUGGING
  • Harry: I am fucking HUGGING Draco MALFOY
  • Harry: and you kissED ME ON THE CHEEK
  • Harry: i'm dead, i'm gone, this is too much
  • Draco: Harry we've been married for seven years what the fuck
  • Harry: and we're MARRIED

poc potter week, day five: favourite ship - harry/draco

‘how’s the professor of my favourite class doing?’
draco scoffed, ‘your favourite class? potter you aren’t fooling anyone, anybody with eyes could see that you absolutely detested potions’
‘well maybe if it were you teaching back then, i’d like it better’ harry smirked at draco
‘you forget that you also hated me’
‘when you’re like this i still do’
draco laughed. ‘whatever it is you’re trying to wheedle out of me, bugger off, it’s not happening. i need this done for tomorrow’s class. besides, don’t you need to grade that stack of defense essays hovering behind my head?’
‘well essays can certainly wait, don’t you think so, malfoy?’

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HP Ship Weeks –> Hinny Moodboard

Harry looked around; there was Ginny running toward him; she had a hard, blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her. After several long moments — or it might have been half an hour — or possibly several sunlit days — they broke apart.

She Could

a little something I wrote for Romione Ship Week! (X - X)

Rated G, not beta-read

Lavender’s curls vanished quite vigorously in the doorway, Hermione thought, and she couldn’t help the little smile on her lips when she, Ron and Harry followed her into the hallway that was covered in glowing sunlight that reflected her inside all too well today. A glance to her left revealed a few remaining white flakes on Ron’s shoulder and she had to keep herself from lifting her finger tips and brushing those away as well. She wouldn’t do that, she wouldn’t give herself away that easily. But she could.

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Life is Like Dancing

Written for Hinny ship week: anonymous prompted their first dance together. Probably not what you had in mind, but this is what I got stuck on. Takes place in HBP. Hope you enjoy!


Oh my poor heart, where has it gone…” the sultry tones of Celestina Warbeck wafted out of the wireless and over the occupants of the family room in the Burrow. After the less than welcome guests at Christmas dinner, no one was particularly in the mood for revelry and the evening had mostly been spent sitting in silence.

Bill and Fleur had retired early, and moments ago Fred and George bid the family farewell and returned to their flat. Harry, Ron, and Ginny sat side by side on the sofa, watching as a grin spread across Mrs. Weasley’s face.

“Oh, Arthur,” she exclaimed, “Do you remember where we were when we first heard this song?” Mr. Weasley smiled and was promptly pulled to his feet by his wife. The two began to dance in a well practiced waltz.

Ron grimaced and turned to Harry. “I don’t think I want to watch this,” he said, standing and stretching. “You coming up?”

“I’ll be up in a few minutes,” Harry said. Ron mumbled a goodnight to his parents, who acknowledged him quickly while they danced, and ruffled Ginny’s hair. She squirmed away from his reach and batted his hand away, swinging feet up to rest in the place Ron had just been sitting as he climbed the stairs.

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Watching your girlfriend snore on your shoulder and thinking about how great she is.