harry waking up


“He asked me right after he’d pulled me out of the lake,” Hermione muttered. […] He sort of pulled me away from the judges so they wouldn’t hear, and he said, if I wasn’t doing anything over the summer, would I like to -“
“And what did you say?” said Ron, who had picked up his pestle and was grinding “And he did say he’d never felt the same way about anyone else,” Hermione went on, going so red now that Harry could almost feel the heat coming from her.

Most of us let our negative emotions persist longer than is necessary. Becoming suddenly angry, we tend to stay angry - and this requires that we actively produce the feeling of anger. We do this by thinking about our reasons for being angry - recalling an insult, rehearsing what we should have said to our malefactor, and so forth - and yet we tend not to notice the mechanics of this process. Without continually resurrecting the feeling of anger, it is impossible to stay angry for more than a few moments
—  Sam Harris, Waking Up: Searching for Spirituality Without Religion
  • Draco: You're so patronising.
  • Harry: Leave it to you to use big words when you're smashed.
  • Draco: I don't think so.
  • Harry: Okay...
  • Draco: Why are you doing this?
  • Harry: I told you. You may have a concussion.
  • Draco: You don't care if I never wake up.
  • Harry: Sure I do.
  • Draco: Why?
  • Harry: Because, well then, I'd have to start taking out guys who actually like me.
  • Draco: Like you could find one.
  • Harry: Ooh, see that, there? Who needs affection when I have blind hatred?
Spending days off w/ Harry include..
  • Waking up to him stroking your hair
  • “Your mornin’ breath is horrid, love”
  • Playfully punching his shoulder.
  • Brushing your teeth together w/ him trying to give you frothy toothpaste kisses
  • Spending the entire day binge-watching shows and movies on Netflix.
  • “Babe. Babe! BABEEEEEE.”
  • “WHAT”
  • “’M hungry.”
  • Ordering food because you’re both too lazy to get up off your lazy asses to cook.
  • Pushing each other out of the way to get to the door first when the delivery person rings the doorbell.
  • Harry picking you up to put you behind him and beating you to the door with a big smirk on his face.
  • Smacking his bum because “HEY. I WAS THERE FIRST.”
  • Sitting on the couch with your legs draped over his lap while you eat.
  • “I wanna try that.”
  • Him feeding you some of his food and pecking your nose after.
  • Laying on the couch with full, happy tummies.
  • Nuzzling your head into his shoulder while he pulls you closer to him.
  • Kisses to your head.
  • More kisses.
  • Falling asleep in his arms while watching Netflix.

anonymous asked:

What's your drarry headcanon?

Oh gosh I have so many. So many.

One of my favorites is post war. I have so many thoughts about Harry and Draco together after the war and one of my biggest is that neither of them can stand silence after the war. They’ve both got their own demons and when the world is too quiet the pain is too loud.

So most nights they lay together falling asleep to the wireless playing in the background.

Except one night it breaks, and the silence is just too much for Harry who wakes up screaming with nightmares. But Draco is there, wrapping his arms around him and holding him tightly but feeling helpless until he remembers how his mother used to get him to sleep.

So taking a chance Draco runs his fingers through Harry’s hair, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead before singing a lullaby his mother used to sing when he was little.

And That becomes their thing… when they’re out in the world and things become too much and he sees that look of panic and fear in Harry’s eye he pulls him close singing so quietly in his ear, just loud enough for only Harry to hear, and smiles to himself when he feels the other man relax.


Hi! Can i request for the OC to cook breakfast before Harry wakes up in the morning, but she wasnt expecting him when Harry suddenly backhugged her while she was cooking saying something like “Good morning, baby” the OC is a good cook, too!

Hii, thanks for your request. Sorry it took me so long, I hope you enjoy it though.xxx

When she woke up it was still early, the sunlight just barely shining through the curtains of Harry’s bedroom. She decided to stand up though. For once she wanted to be the one to make breakfast and spoil him with some pancakes and other good stuff.
His body was curled into hers, his head on her chest and his lips pressed to the top of her breast, the air they released tickling her soft skin.
She stroked his hair back, off his forehead and pressed her lips against his skin. She never quite understood those couples before, which were always kissing all over each other but now she did. It was almost a reflex to press her lips against parts of his body.
Carefully she moved away from him, almost whining when the warmth of him left her body. She made sure the blanket was covering his whole figure before pressing another kiss to his face and then silently tip toeing out of the room and making her way to his kitchen.
Y/N turned the radio on, getting all the ingredients for a nice breakfast and then getting started. She prepared pancakes, bacon and fried eggs. A small fruit salad with berries and apple pieces and fresh orange juice.
She was almost finished with everything when Harry came in. She didn’t acknowledge his presence before he wrapped his arms around her from behind. A soft squeal leaving her lips at the sudden contact. Harry tucked his face into her neck, breathing in her smell of shampoo, fresh laundry and his own perfume which for some reason made him feel all happy inside. His arms were tightly around her waist, pressing her back as close to his front as possible.
“Good morning, darling.” he whispered into her ear before pressing a kisses from her cheek down to her neck and over her shoulder.
“Good morning.” she repeated with a almost disappointed sound to her voice.
“What’s the matter?” he asked a bit concerned.
“Wanted to be ready with everything when you woke up. Maybe even bring it up in bed.” she sighed.
“Oh, my love” he chuckled.
Harry turned her around and engulfed her small figure in a tight embrace. He loved hugging her. Something about it made his heart beat faster and his stomach fill with butterflies. His arms were so tightly around her that his hands squeezed her sides and his face was squished into her neck.
He pulled back after a few moments and cupped her cheeks to make her look at him.
“It’s absolutely perfect, sweetheart.” he told her before he pressed his lips to hers in a gentle kiss.
She sighed and melted into him, her lips finding his again and again until the timer on her phone went off, signaling that the pancakes were ready.
She pushed him away softly, her hands slapping against his shoulders.
“Sit yourself down.” she grinned.
He watched how she put all the foot on two plates and put all of it on the table and then finally sat down in front of him.
“Wow.” Harry said as he eyes all the delicious things she prepared for him.
“Thank you very much, baby.”
“No need to thank me. You cook for me all the time, was long overdue that I made something for you.” she smiled at him and grabbed his hand which he placed on the table.
He squeezed his fingers with a loving smile on his lips before they both started eating.

“Goodness, love. That was the most delicious food I’ve ever eaten.” Harry sighed contently.
“You’re just saying that because you love me.” she teased him.
He caught her wrist before she could take his plate and made her sit down on his lap with her legs on either side of his.
“I do, yes. I love you very much.”
Somehow the atmosphere changed. The funny banter and easy chattering turned into deep stares and serious words.
“I don’t think I tell you enough but I do really love you. A lot. And the fact that you prepared all this just for me made me love you even more. If that’s possible.”
She stared into his eyes a few seconds more before she diverted her eyes to her lap.
“You’re gonna make me cry.”
Harry chuckled and wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly to his chest.
“M'sorry, love. Didn’t mean to make you cry.”
She pulled back after a bit, pressing her forehead against his.
“I love you too, you know. A lot. Like a lot, a lot.”
He smiled softly at her words and cupped her cheeks with both hands before pressing his lips against hers.
“How about we go back to bed now?” he asked with a sheepish smile on his lips.
“I’d love to, but there’s a lot of dirty dishes and-”
He interrupted her with another kiss.
“So you’re saying you prefer dirty dishes over a bit of time in bed with me? Maybe even a bit of naked time with me?”
Y/N laughed softly and shook her head.
“Of course not.”
“Well, good.”
He stood up with her still clinging to him, a surprised squeal leaving her lips. He carried her to his bedroom where they did exactly what he said.

#1 Wake Up, It’s Christmas | A Very Harry Christmas

The first drabble/blurb of the Christmas season; I hope you enjoy x

“Harry…” you whined in to his neck as you slowly woke from your slumber. It was well and truly winter outside now and you’d been cuddled up all night next to each other, arms curled around his, and blanket upon blanket wrapped above you until the heat became too much for Harry and he’d thrown his legs out of the blanket mountain some time early this morning.

“Go back to sleep. ‘S too early and too cold,” he whined back. Never much of a morning person, Harry would do anything for a few more moments in bed, and this morning was no exception but you had other ideas.

“Guess what day it is?” You whispered in to his ear, the feel of your voice making him giggle a little as your breath tickled his ear and you let your hands roam through his chopped locks.

“I don’t know. What day is it?” He mumbled in to the pillow.

“Alright, Mr Grumps.”

“Not grumpy,” he yawned and you looked on in adoration. “Jus’ need a few more minutes…or hours.”

“It’s December 1st,” you tried to keep the excitement in your voice down but you just loved the season so much, you couldn’t help but feel happy about all the Christmas parties, the food, and all the smiles that would appear on everybody’s faces.

Harry opened one eye to look at you. “What?”

“It’s December 1st which means…..” you moved your leg so you almost climbing on top of him and wrapped your arms as far as you could around his shoulders, kissing him down his chest as much as you could. “It’s Christmas, baby.”

“No, it’s not.” He shut his eyes again but a small smile creeped up on his lips.

“Yes it is, Harry. We need to go shopping and we need to plan the tree and we need to…”

“Plan the tree? I’m not planning the fucking tree,” he interrupted.

“Yes, we must. Just find some decorations.”

“And who’s the one who will be dragging this tree up the hill, hey?”

“We don’t have to buy the tree yet, just some decorations. We don’t have any.”

He whines, trying to push you off him and pull the cover back up to his chin.

“Come on, it’s our first Christmas in our own place?” You pleaded with him, defying his efforts and almost finding yourself straddling his thighs now as you continued trying to get him to open his eyes. You’d moved in to this house together for the first time in the summer and were excited that everybody was coming over this year to celebrate your first Christmas here together but it meant that you had no decorations for the house and didn’t want the place to look empty when the big day arrived.

“Where d’yeh wanna go?” He asked.

“Uh, the garden centre because they have all the decorations and then we HAVE to go to Selfridges but maybe another day and at night when it’s quiet, and then can we just look at the trees, not buy, just look?” You kissed down his chest and adjusted yourself so you could kiss down his stomach, teasing him.

“You always know how to get your way, don’t you, love?”

“I’ve had lots of practise, you know that, baby.”

“Blowjob in exchange for looking at Christmas things this fucking early?”


Harry Dresden vs. Descriptions
  • Harry: *goes about his daily life* This is my office. This is my apartment. This is my cat. This is the Blue Beetle. This is how magic works. This is my new shifty client. This is a vampire/werewolf/Summer fairie/Winter fairie/mythical creature. This is a corpse.
  • Murphy: *walks in*
  • Harry: *wistful sigh* This is Lieutenant Karrin Murphy of the SI Chicago police department. *lovingly describes her golden hair, her cute nose, her nice lips, her Dana Scully-esque outfit, and her lean gymnast body* *continues describing how reliable, fiercely smart, awesome at sharp shooting, witty, brave, and strong she is, as well as how much he trusts and cares for her* By the way, we're totally platonic best friends.
  • Me: ...
  • Harry: Yep. 100% platonic.
  • Me: .................motherfucker, there is a river in Africa I think you need to know about.