harry potter you are the best

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Pairing: Harry x Draco; Hermione x Ron

Word Count: 1213

Warnings: Fluff

Notes: Just an idea I came up with the other day. This is my first Drarry fic so please be forgiving. Also, I don’t know who drew the amazing art work used; if anyone does, please let me know so I can credit it! I hope you all like it xox ♥



Rustling had Harry blinking awake, pushing himself up onto his elbows as he glanced over at the blurred blob that was his best friend.

“Merry Christmas, Harry!” Ron grinned with a mouthful of chocolate frog.

“Merry Christmas, Ron,” Harry smiled sleepily as he groped around the bedside table for his glasses.

Shoving them on as he sat up, his eyes lit up as he gazed at the small pile of gifts before him. Grabbing the one he knew was from Mrs Weasley, he tore it open and sighed happily, pulling the jumper over his head straight away.

“You’ve got an extra one this year, mate,” Ron informed him as he flicked through the Viktor Krum book Hermione had got him. “Who’s it from?”

Lifting a brow, Harry reached for the small, rectangular parcel. It was wrapped neatly and there was no tag, Harry’s mind whirring as he tried to figure out who it could be from. He opened it carefully, feeling it would be rude to tear open something that someone had taken so much care to wrap this nicely. His eyes widened as he finally revealed the gift, a tag falling into his lap.

“Blimey, Harry!” Ron exclaimed as he leaned towards Harry’s bed, his eyes just as wide as the seeker’s as he gazed longingly at the brand new Quidditch book held in Harry’s hand. “Didn’t that just come out? Who’s it from?”

“Dunno,” Harry shrugged, picking up the tag and feeling his heart beat faster the minute he realised who’s handwriting it was. The tag had only two words on it: Love, D. It was enough for a beaming smile to break across his face before he hid it between the book’s cover and first page. “No-one.”

Ron snorted a laugh and shook his head, pushing himself off the bed and stretching with a groan. “Whatever, mate. C'mon, we should probably get ready. ‘Mione’s probably waiting for us downstairs.”

“Yeah alright,” Harry said quietly, his gaze focused on the book in his hands as he smiled.

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Village Fair. || Fred Weasley x reader.

Title: Village Fair.

Pairings: Fred x reader

Wordcount: 1490

Warnings: none.

Request:

For the sentence starters: “no, go on the ferris wheel with me, not them” – with Fred Weasley – xx @wildfire-whizbangs

Authors Note:

Thank you for your request babe! I have to say that I used ‘fictive’ people in the story who plays the role of your best friends. Hope you don’t mind that? Otherwise it would become a bit difficult. 😊 Hope you’ll like it!  XX


You’re a muggle born and you’re proud of it. Whenever you’re at Hogwarts, you missed all the nice things you could do at home. Don’t think wrong, you liked being at Hogwarts, but sometimes you missed home and your muggle friends. Still there was one thing that you’d at Hogwarts, what you hadn’t at home and that was Fred Weasley.

Fred and you spend hours talking about the muggle world. He loved it to hear you talk about it, the sparkles that came in your eyes when you told him about the tickly feelings you get when you fall down with a rollercoaster, made him fall in love more and more with you.


Summer break was coming and Fred saw how you became happier and happier. The idea that you could go home and see your friends back, made you excited.

“Will you miss me?” he asked while you lay in the grass together.

“Of course I’ll miss you!” you said.

Fred grinned and was relieved with your answer.

“Will you miss me?” you asked him. Fred turned his head and looked at you. Your eyes were closed and you enjoyed the sunbeams on your face. There were flowers in your hair. Beautiful flowers, but Fred thought that no flower in the world would be more prettier than you. You’re the most beautiful flower in his garden.

“I do”, he said. Fred saw how a smile appeared on your face.

“Good answer Weasley!” you said.


Three weeks had passed. Fred and you had send each other lots of letters. Every letter ended with the same sentence: I miss you.

One day something woke you up early in the morning. You’ve heard a big thud, followed by a scream of your mother. What was that? You stood up and walked downstairs. There he was, standing in your living room, your favourite ginger.

“Fred?” you asked and rubbed your eyes.

“Good morning!” he said with a smile.

“What are you doing here?” you asked and yawned.

“Not happy to see me?” he asked.

“Of course I am ! But what are you doing here?”

Fred smiled.

“You told me there was a ‘village fair’ this weekend in your town and I wanted to know what that was!”

“You remember I told you that?”

“Yes!”

“Do you want to come with me and my friends?” you asked with a smile.

“Yes!”

Fred and you stared at each other for a while. He saw the sparkles in your eyes coming and knew it was the right decision to visit you.


The doorbell rang. “Mom, can you open?” you yelled from downstairs. You had to hurry up a bit, because Fred and your friends we’re waiting downstairs. Fred knew what you told them about the lie of the boarding-school thing and you had spent a whole day explaining to him the most common things in the muggle world. You didn’t wanted your friends to think he was a weirdo.

You wore a decent jeans pants, a white lace top and a leather jacket. Your hair was in a long side braid. When you entered the living room you saw your friends sitting on the couch talking to each other.

“Hi!” you said with a smile. Fred looked up and smiled. Anna came to you and hugged you.

“So good to see you!” she said.

After that Jack came and hugged you too. He looked at you and said: “Damn, you look good!” and hugged you again.

Fred didn’t like the way the boy looked at you and he definitely didn’t like his reaction. He coughed very subtle. You looked at him and smiled.

“Guys, may I present you to my best friend. The one and only that makes sure I’ll survive boarding school? Fred Weasley”, you said and took Fred his hand.

Your friends greeted him and Anna showed a sudden interest in him.

“Hi !” she said and winked. Fred blushed and said an awkward hi back.

“So are we?” you asked your friends.


“Can I have a large one please, a blue one?” you asked the man who sold cotton candy.

“What’s that?” you heard Fred asking.

“Cotton candy”, you replied.

“Yeah, but what is it?”

“It’s spun sugar. You can choose between different tastes. I like the raspberry very much!” you said.

You paid the man and took your cotton candy. When you turned your head you saw Anna talking to Fred. She took a piece of her own cotton candy and said with a giggle:

“Open your mouth”

“What?” he asked and when he spoke she put some cotton candy in his mouth. Fred started to giggle too.

“Do you like it?” she asked.

Fred nodded his head and was still chewing onto the cotton candy. You rolled your eyes and took a bit of your cotton candy too. It didn’t taste that nice as you hoped it would be..

You walked past all kinds of stalls and you couldn’t ignore all the giggles your friend had with Fred. Suddenly you felt someone wrap his arm around your neck. It was Jack. You smiled and you realized that it was stupid of you to let Fred and your friend ruin your evening. There were other people here who could give you the time of your life.


“I’ll shoot you a teddy!” Jack said when you walked past some stalls.

“Which one do you want?” he asked. You smiled. His arm was still around your neck and he pulled you to the stall. “Come on, which one do you want. I can shoot every teddy!”

“This one!” you said and pointed to a little dog.

“No problem!”

Jack had a talk with the man of the stall and tried to shot the teddy. You turned your head and saw Anna asking Fred to shot a teddy for her too. He was a bit in panic, because he didn’t know how all of this worked. You walked towards Jack and looked how he did his best to shot the teddy you wanted.

“Jack? Will you also try to shoot a teddy for me?” Anna asked.

“Sure thing!” he said with a smile.

You felt someone stand close behind you. Fred his stomach was touching your back and you could feel his breath in your neck. “What’s that?” he whispered in your ear. It gave you shivers. “What?” you asked back in a whispering way.

“That he said” and pointed at a Ferris wheel.

“It’s a Ferris wheel. You can sit in a cabin, it’s large wheel that turns around. So when you’re on top you can see the whole city”, you explained.

“Can we go on it?” he asked.

“Sure, I’ll ask Anna and Jack if they’re okay with that. We’ll have to wait until Jack is finished-“

“No, go on the Ferris Wheel with, not them..” he said.

“How you mean?” you asked.

“Just the two of us. Don’t get me wrong, you’ve nice friends. But I want some time with you alone..” he said.

You turned around and looked in Fred his eyes.

“You do?” you asked surprised.

“Yes, why are you so surprised?”

“I don’t know.. I just thought that you and Anna and-“

“Let’s get out of here!” he said with a grin and wrapped his arm around your neck.

Anna and Jack were busy with shooting the teddy’s that they didn’t notice the two of you left.


Fred and you sat in a cabin. He was so nervous. What if there went something wrong? What if the cabin broke and would fall down.

“Are you okay?” you asked Fred.

He nodded but looked a bit scared. You took his hand -like it was a normal thing to do – to comfort him. You enjoyed the view.

Fred looked at you and noticed all the little earrings you had in your ear. He’d never seen them before, but he liked it very much. He took a piece of your hair and put it behind your ear.

“Look!” you said at Fred and pointed to the city that lay in front of you.

“We’re almost on top of it!” you said in excitement. Fred couldn’t handle your cuteness anymore longer and kissed you on the cheek.

You looked at him and smiled wide. “Isn’t it beautiful?” you asked him.

Fred looked outside and it was true. It was beautiful. The people down there looked like ants, little boats were boating on the river, and city lights we’re shining upon the streets. But he knew that there were no city lights needed, because your smile could light up the whole town.

“It is beautiful”, he replied. You looked at him and he knew that he had answered your question correctly.

“But not as beautiful as you”, he said and pressed his lips on yours.


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anonymous asked:

Hello :) can I please have some headcanons for being snape's lesbian best friend pls? Xxxx

  • Dragging him out at the weekends to pubs.
  • He only tags along to the places with his favourite alcohol, even though he has the finest selection at home already.
  • Snape encourages you with his sharp elbow being prodded into your side - he murmurs an apology when you wince - to go talk to girls.
  • Compliments you on things he knows you’re insecure about.
  • Can also be harsh if he thinks you need extra incentive.
  • He’s the stereotypical Wing Man if you don’t already have a girlfriend.
  • As to being his best friend…
  • You see the scared, more damaged but still functioning side of him that few are privileged enough to see.
  • Getting him used to casual touches.
  • He cries the day you hug him and he finds himself hugging back.
  • Standing up for you or sending wandless hexes to those who dare say anything insulting to you.
  • Swapping barbs and quips to each other to amuse yourselves.
  • He’s still an arsehole but you see all of him and that’s why you’re his best friend.
  • He’d protect you no matter what!

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draco-can-slytherin  asked:

“when did you get so beautiful?” and “your lips are getting really close to mine.” with draco, please? would you mind making them end up together? thank you so much, i love your page. x

  • “When did you get so beautiful?”
  • “Your lips are getting really close to mine.”

For the last fifteen minutes, Draco Malfoy had been staring at the mirror in his dormitory. Not for vain purposes, mind you, but because he had been having an inner turmoil.

You were his absolute best friend - someone he always wanted to stay close to, and someone he couldn’t bare to lose. However, his feelings recently had begun creeping into the realm of romance and he wasn’t sure how to deal with it.

His mirror gazing had been because he was trying to think of the best way to ask you on a date. For someone who knew you as well as he did, he seemed to forget, in this moment, everything you had ever mentioned liking in a significant other.

“I’m just going to do it,” he tells his reflection finally. Now or never. He decides he will just take the risk of ruining the friendship forever.

He exits his common room and quickly makes his way to the library, where you had told him you would be for the evening.

No matter how riddled with nerves he was, he was not one to show it. Taking a deep breath, he opens the library doors and looks around for where you would be sitting.

He finds you in an aisle of magical creature books, and tries his best to look confident as he strides up to you. “Care for some company?”

You look up from your book and smile, “From you? Sure, Draco.”

He nods and clears his throat, “I, um, was actually hoping to ask you something.”

“Okay,” you oblige, closing your book and making eye contact with him.

“Well, I was wondering if you’d like to accompany me on a date,” he tells you. “I kind of already planned it, in assumption you would say yes, which I now realize is a bit stupid of me, but -”

“Yes,” you laugh, interrupting him. “I’d be happy to.”

“You would?” he asks you, watching as you nod in return. “Lovely. Okay. Um, shore of the Great Lake. About 7? Sound okay?”

“Sounds fine,” you tell him with a smile.

“Great! I’ll let you get back to your book.” He finds it very hard to stop grinning at you, and he hopes it doesn’t scare you off. But he’s too excited to care. “See you tonight.”

You give him a little wave and watch as he exits the library.

Time passes, and it grows closer to 7 o’ clock, so you make your way down to the Lake to meet him. When he notices you, he gives a wave and a dashing smile. The scene in front of you is beautiful - a glittering lake, soft blanket, warm candlelight, and a pile of sweets and Butterbeer to share.

“You planned all this?” you ask, sitting on the blanket next to him. 

“I can be quite romantic,” he informs you, sounding proud of himself.

“I see that,” you giggle at him.

He takes a moment to look you over, and you see his expression soften. “When did you get so beautiful?

“I’ve always looked like this,” you say quietly with a smile, feeling heat creep across your cheeks.

“I’m sorry I’m just now realizing it,” he tells you, moving to take your hand in his.

A few moments pass, and the two of you share a whole container of Sherbet Lemons and talk among yourselves. He’s a sweet guy, Draco, and you know he cares for you deeply. You could see a great relationship forming with him.

He makes eye contact with you and studies your face before asking, “Can I kiss you?”

You nod your head, and he begins leaning closer to you.

“This is really happening, right?” he blurts out, stopping in mid stance.

“Yes,” you tell him. “Get on with it.”

He lets out a laugh and begins leaning again. “Your lips are getting really close to mine now,” he whispers.

“Nearly there,” you reply quietly.

Suddenly, the two pairs of lips crash together and it was everything the two of you could have hoped for. You stay pressed together for a few moments, enjoying the interaction, but finally he is the first to pull away.

“Amazing first date,” he tells you, sighing contently.

“First of many,” you add. 

“Think so?” he asks, and his smile widens as you nod. “Well, I better get to planning then.”

galacticartist  asked:

Awww your HP au was just the best!! You totally nailed all the roles and I could just imagine them in their robes!! This made my Morning <3

aaah thanks so much, so pleased you enjoyed it! <3

(also I just realised that I missed out on the absolute Golden Concept of Logan trying to make polyjuice potion and accidentally using cat hair for himself… but he’s more relieved that Patton didn’t end up taking that batch cause he’s allergic to cats…

fgdflghd Logan just coming out of the cubicle like “….Look at my face,” and Patton keeping a safe distance, but him and Roman can’t stop laughing: “Look at your tail.”)

Tag Games - FanFiction

I was tagged by the lovely @fortisfiliae Thank you so much! <3

RULES: TAG A FANFIC OF ONE WRITER AND ANSWER THE QUESTIONS. THEN TAG 5 OTHER PEOPLE TO DO THIS AS WELL

1. GENERAL DETAILS OF THE FANFIC

Writer: @siriusblackfoot  (Cait)

Title: Your Father’s Son

Type of fanfic: Oneshot

Genre: Angst & Godfather/Godson bonding

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Sirius Black x Harry Potter

Sum the fanfic up into two sentences: An amazing Sirius and Harry bonding fic that should have been included in the series. It’s so in character and heart-wrenching and the ending is so incredibly sweet - It’s a must read!

2. PERSONAL OPINION

Why did you choose this fanfic in particular? This is the only fic I’ve read that has made me shed a few tears. It’s one of my favourite fics that I always go back to.

What do you like best about the fanfic? I’ve always wished that Sirius and Harry had the opportunity to get to know one another more and really bond like a Godfather and Godson should. The way Cait has written this fic is honestly amazingly perfect. It’s got the JK Rowling feel to it so when I read it, I feel like I’m reading straight out of the book, which is brilliant (until I remember this didn’t actually happen and then I cry some more).

3. MISC

What other works of the other would you recommend? (Name 2): More Than Just My Wife (Jily fic)  and I Almost Lost You (Jily fic)

Is there something you would like to tell the writer but never got around to? Every single piece you write is a masterpiece, I admire your work so much! I especially love reading your Jily fics because you have such a firm understanding of their characters and their relationship, so every Jily fic you write, I consider canon. 

I tag @marauder–harder  @siriusblackfoot  @seriouslyblacklikemysoul @notanotherausten  @alohomagines 

Date. || Draco Malfoy x reader.

Title: Date.

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x reader

Wordcount: 526

Warnings: fluff

Request:

can you do “You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?” with draco? @topanddolanstuff

Authors Note:

Thank you for your request! Hope you’ll like it! X


Where was he? You’d wandered around for the whole day, looking for your best friend. Sometimes it was bothering you a lot that you weren’t in the same house. You always had to search him. Finally you’ve found your best friend sitting in the court yard.

“Here you are!” you said.

“Were you looking for me?” he asked with a grin.

“Yes! I want to know if we go to Hogsmeade this weekend!”

“Well..” he said and started to crab his hair.

“What? Don’t you want to go? That’s fine for me! I mean we can stay here and chill-”

“No, it’s not that I don’t want to go with you! I just can’t..”

You looked at him with confusing.

“I’m going to Hogsmeade with someone else..”

“Are you going with Crab and Goyle?”

“No, someone of my house asked me out..”

“Out? Like in a date?”

“Yes..”

You looked around and thought about what Draco just had told you.

“Cool, guess I’ll see you around then!” you said emotionless and went back inside.


Saturday.

Everyone had left Hogwarts to go to Hogsmeade. You sat in your room watching how the clock was ticking. You’re extremely bored and couldn’t get rid of the idea from Draco dating someone. He’d never spoken to you about dating someone. It was a complete surprise that he was out with another girl. You’re best friends, so why didn’t he told you that he had someone in mind?


“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Draco suddenly asked.

“Nothing?” you said and walked further into the woods.

“Yes there is”, he said and stopped you from walking. His hand rested on your shoulders.

“You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?”

You shrugged your shoulders and looked at your feet.

“It’s just.. I don’t know!” you told him.

“Try..”

“I just didn’t knew that you’re busy with dating and girls and relationships. It was a big surprise when you told me you’re dating someone..”

Draco grinned. “I’m not busy with dating or whatever. She asked me and I thought I would be funny. That’s all. Besides I don’t think I’ll go on a second date with her!”

You looked at him and got immediately happy again.

“Why not?”

“I didn’t enjoy her company very much..”

“Bummer..”

“Well.. I think I’ll have this problem with every girl..”

You looked at him and frowned your eyebrows.

“I think I’ll keep on compare them with you..” he said shyly. “You’re the only one I like to spend time with. And I can’t help myself but whenever a girl talks to me I’ve to think about you..”

You wrapped your arms around your neck.

“So…what do you suggest now mister Malfoy?”

“Well..” he said with a grin. “I was thinking.. maybe we should go to Hogsmeade next weekend and have a little date on our own..”

“I thought you weren’t busy with dating and girls and relationships?!”

“I changed my mind..” he said with a grin. “So what do you think about my idea?”

“I think it’s a great idea!” you replied and kissed him on the cheek.


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“This is ridiculous!”

For once in his life, Harry heartily agreed with Malfoy. This really was ridiculous. What was Dumbledore thinking? True, things had gone a bit out of hand after the last Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin but that didn’t justify… this!

“How am I supposed to concentrate on my O.W.L.s when I have to put up with a bunch of pillocks?!”

“Stop complaining, Malfoy. It won’t change anything,” Terry Boot called from across the dorm. Their newly shared dorm. One student from each house, that was the new rule. Dumbledore had announced it two weeks ago and Harry’s only consolation was that he was still in Gryffindor tower, in his own bed, while the other Gryffindors had moved into other dorms.

Harry still wasn’t convinced this would do anything for house unity. So far, Malfoy had picked a fight with Terry every time they were in the same room and he had even tried to hex Justin Finch-Fletchley once. As much as it annoyed Harry, at least it diverted Malfoy’s attention away from him. He really wasn’t in the mood to fight. He missed Ron. Seeing him in classes but not sharing a dorm just wasn’t the same.

“Potter! Get your filthy Quidditch robes away from my bed,” Malfoy growled, nudging the red and gold robes on the floor with his foot. Harry rolled his eyes.

“Will you relax? They’re nowhere near your bed,” Harry said exasperatedly.

“They are on my side of the room. Have you forgotten everything I told you about boundaries?” Malfoy fumed, drawing an invisible line between their beds with his hand, as he had done on their first day as dormmates.

Harry heard Terry snort.

“You’re one to talk,” he muttered under his breath.

“What was that”? Malfoy whirled around and gave Terry a dangerous look. Harry expected them to have another shouting match but Terry just shook his head and waved a dismissive hand in the air.

“If you have something to say, just say it!” Malfoy approached Terry, his hands on his hips.

“You of all people do not want me to say this out loud, believe me,” Terry said unblinking. Malfoy scrutinised him and Harry noticed a strange expression flicker across his face. “Unless you want to explain why these boundaries don’t seem to apply to you. Especially-”

“Are you trying to blackmail me? With something that you clearly imagined?” Malfoy interrupted him. His body was rigid and his face was inches away from Terry’s. The Ravenclaw smirked, his eyes darting over to Harry and then back to Malfoy.

“You know, Malfoy,” Terry said, crossing his arms in front of his chest, a smug expression on his face. “I always suspected you’d feel right at home in the Gryffindor dorms but I had no idea you’d get that cosy.”

Harry reacted on instinct when he saw Malfoy draw his wand. He grabbed his own from the nightstand and pointed it at Malfoy.

“Expelliarmus,” he yelled. Malfoy’s wand flew across the room and Harry caught it with his free hand. “Seriously, Malfoy? What is wrong with you?” Harry watched as Malfoy’s shoulders slightly slumped. Without another word he stormed out of the dorm, slamming the door behind him.

“What was that all about?” Harry murmured. He gave Terry a puzzled look. The Ravenclaw just sighed.

“Honestly, I don’t want to get in the middle of this, but Malfoy just… ugh!” Terry stomped his foot once and shook his head. “It’s really between the two of you.”

“The two of us?” Harry couldn’t imagine a scenario in which he and Malfoy could be referred to as ‘the two of you’. All he and Malfoy ever did was fight. Or ignore each other. Well, pretend to ignore each other would probably be more accurate.

“I really don’t want to be hexed in my sleep,” Terry groaned. “But… maybe try to be a bit more alert tonight, Harry. That’s all I’m going to say.”

Harry scratched the back of his neck, completely at loss.

“Okay,” he mumbled, wondering what on earth Terry was on about.


Draco sighed as he leaned his head against Harry’s nightstand. It really wasn’t fair. He watched as Harry’s chest rose and fell steadily, his face looking softer than ever in the moonlight. Why did he have to be so beautiful? Slowly, his fingers rose to Harry’s forehead to brush his bangs out of his face. He looked so peaceful.

It really wasn’t Draco’s fault he stayed up night after night to watch Harry sleep like a total creep. The first time it had happened, Draco had been wakened by a soft whimper. Investigating it further, he had seen Harry all sweaty and thrashing in his bed. Draco had intended to wake him, but as soon as he had leaned down, Harry had grabbed him and had pulled him down.

At first, Draco hadn’t been sure if Harry was awake or still asleep. He had gone very still when Harry had clutched at him until he had finally wrapped him in his arms and had almost strangled Draco. His face had been pressed against Harry’s chest, the Gryffindor’s heartbeat drumming against his cheek. It had been the most amazing thing Draco had ever felt.

He hadn’t dared to fall asleep that night. Seeing as Harry had finally calmed down with Draco in his arms, Draco had supposed it would be better to stay there until dawn. With Harry being restless in the bed beside him, he wouldn’t have gotten much sleep anyway.

After that, Draco had made a habit of watching Harry sleep. His touch seemed to calm the Gryffindor whenever he seemed to have a bad dream. But he hadn’t pulled Draco into his bed again. Draco didn’t want to admit to himself that he was secretly waiting for it to happen once more but he found himself leaning closer to his so-called enemy with every passing night.

As his fingers continued to stroke the soft curls, he frowned. No, Harry wasn’t his enemy at night. During the day, Draco kept up his snarky attitude and his animosity. But at night, there was no need for that. At night, he could simply stare at the boy who made his heart beat faster, who made his scalp prickle and who was responsible for the smile Draco had to hide once dawn was breaking.

Sometimes, Draco wished he didn’t have to hide it, could show it openly and let the stupid git know.

It really wasn’t fair.


Harry held his breath when he felt Malfoy’s fingers brush his ear. His heartbeat picked up instantly and he was pretty sure he was blushing. His cheeks suddenly felt really hot, as did the rest of his body.

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harryyyyypotterrrr  asked:

Okay so helppp. Everyone seems to have a hc that Draco and Harry are roommates in 8th year and when there’s Music and Moonlight and Love and Romance n all that ish and it’s trés cute but BUT. Nobody seems to have considered the concept of Weasel and Ferret sharing a dorm!? Pining!Harry, Pining!Draco, extremely stressed annoyed and hilarious Ron! Ron becomes matchmaker a la FGS MALFOY SHUT UP ABOUT HARRY FOR A SECOND WONT YOU and then they date and Ron is congratulated and bondingg and help me aa

OKAY but this is an amazing headcanon!!!!!! 

  • Harry’s really jealous when roommates are assigned, because he wanted to room with Ron of COURSE, what are you talking about?? Why else would he possibly be upset??
  • Harry encourages Ron to bitch about Draco’s annoying habits because he’s dying to know exactly what it would be like to live with him
  • ”Malfoy sleeps NAKED?! Fuck, that’s ho— aaah— horrible. I can’t believe you get to— I mean have to, yes, of course— live with that, Ron.”
  • Harry offers to trade rooms with Ron for a few nights a week because “that’s what friends are for, mate. If you have to suffer Malfoy’s pale skin and cock being on display, then I should get to— HAVE TO suffer it too.”
  • MEANWHILE Draco talks about Harry all the time.
  • ”I bet you wish you were rooming with Potter instead, don’t you? Perfect Potter. He would be the worst roommate. He would throw his clothes all over my bed, and then I would be able to smell him for days on my pillow. Disgusting.”
  • But then one time at like three in the morning Draco randomly starts a genuine conversation with Ron about whether he thinks Potter has forgiven him.
  • Ron is like… “Uh, yeah, mate… I reckon so.”
  • ”What makes you think that???”
  • ”Well… he used to talk about all the evil things he thought you were up to, but now he mostly just talks about your hair”
  • ”Oh…..” *long silence* “well I forgive him too, you know. For the Sectumsempra thing. So you can invite him to our room sometimes. I wouldn’t mind.”
  • Ron rolls over and is about to fall asleep when he realizes exactly what is happening here and just buries his head under his pillow and vows never to emerge
  • Only he does emerge and he invites Harry to his room
  • ”Are you sure I should go now? Malfoy might be in there!”
  • ”Yeah, he is”
  • ”What if I see his cock??”
  • ”You— what— uuuh. Well, then you’ll have seen his cock.”
  • ”Okay let’s go”
  • So then Harry and Ron are hanging out on Ron’s bed while Draco studies at his desk. Until he gets up and announces he needs a nap.
  • Of course as we all know Draco sleeps naked, so he starts slowly stripping off his clothes
  • Harry is like drooling and making weird whimpering noises and just staring so blatantly it’s ridiculous.
  • Ron calmly stands up and walks out the door, shutting it behind him, and neither Harry nor Draco notice.
  • A few hours later, Harry asks Ron what he would think about rooming with Neville again
  • Ron is overjoyed, switches with Harry that very day, and he lives happily ever after
  • except he’s still regularly exposed to naked Malfoy (and Harry now) because those two have no shame at all and they are apparently “too busy” to bother with locks
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Next Generation: James, Albus, Lily, Scorpius, Rose, Hugo, Teddy, Victoire

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Coming out is scary just like battling You Know Who. But once you’ve done it, you can say you’ve faced Voldemort.


I’m hella potterhead since I was five years old so I chose Harry Potter to help me say that I’m hella gay too.
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books can be educational! for example, from harry potter i learned the value of standing up against oppressors, that the government and press are at best ineffectual and at worst actively malicious, and if you don’t get your train on time it’s probably the fault of a well-meaning house elf trying to foil an assassination attempt

Hufflepuff: fight me

Slytherin: *quietly from where their hufflepuff bff can’t see* do not touch my sweet cinnamon bun if you ever want to see the light of day again

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look at that random kid with Jesse McCartney hair just eavesdropping on their conversation literally not even trying to hide it just likeoh look Ron and Hermione are arguing again standard maybe she’ll hit him with something today like it when that happens best seat in the housebreakfast and a show wheres potter he usually brings good entertainment with him I see you sneaky little man (thatsthespiritdear)

Hufflepuffs just do what

GRYFFINDORS aren’t brave enough to do,

RAVENCLAWS aren’t smart enough to do,

and SLYTHERINS aren’t ambitious enough to do…


Accept everyone.

ok, so here’s the thing. I don’t ship Harry and Hermione at all. I am actually happy with the way they are, like really happy. they are best friends, they hug, they hold hands, they dance, Harry protects her, Hermione looks after him and they are just friends and I think that is beautiful, because these days you can’t even talk to the opposite gender without people thinking you have a thing. I am so happy with the way Hermione and Harry are. they are just friends and I have never wanted them to be anything more.