harry kissing a cheek

Ummm hey

So, I wrote something a couple of months ago inspired by this post about roommates and facial hair. I didn’t want to share it because I’m not typically a smutty person, but I got inspired haha. If you want to read it, let me know what you think. It’s the first fic I’ve ever written, so go easy on me. Love you, Xxxx.

Gotta Let It Burn  

by TinyGiant (5k, Explicit)

Summary:
So, um,” Louis stuttered. “So you do prefer your men to have beards?”

Harry slowly nodded, walking towards Louis.

“Like to feel stubble on my cheek and neck when I get kissed,” Harry confirmed, hands falling lightly to his neck, rubbing there softly. “Like seeing my skin turned pink after getting eaten out. Like to feel claimed the next day, feel like I have a secret no one else knows.”

Louis’ mouth was gaping slightly, eyes unblinking. He was confused at Harry’s candor and at his own arousal.

“Oh,” he eventually said.

“Don’t assume you know anything about my preferences, Lou,” Harry said strongly.

Louis nodded submissively, surprising himself. What was going on in this kitchen? When did it get this hot?

“Why, then?” Louis asked, once he gained some mental capacity back.

“Why what?” Harry responded.

“Why did you want me to shave?” Louis asked, still confused.

A shifty smirk worked its way onto Harry’s face.

“If you don’t shave soon, Lou, I’m going to have to fuck you.“

hollanderheart  asked:

9 14 19 And 30 with harry please? xx

9 - forehead kisses

14 - kissing tears away

19 - cheek kisses

30 - nose kisses

**

“Yes, I understand,” you say into the phone. “Thank you.” You press end on the call, and immediately rest your head in your hands, tears of frustration springing to your eyes.

“Babe!” Harry calls, as he enters the living room of your shared apartment. “I just got off the phone with… oh, hey. What’s wrong?” He sits next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

You sigh deeply. “I didn’t get the job.”

You’d applied for a job in your chosen field. You thought the interview went really well, that’d you’d be a shoe-in… but they went with another candidate.

“Oh, no,” Harry replies softly. “I’m so sorry.” He gently kisses your forehead as the tears finally fall down your face.

“I just… it was perfect, you know? Great pay, good location. People seemed really nice. I don’t know what I did wrong, I…” you collapse onto his shoulder, sobbing quietly.

Harry kisses your cheek as he rubs slow, comforting circles over your back. “They’re jerks anyway,” he says, after a moment. “You’re amazing, and any company would be lucky to have you. It’s their loss, you know.”

You look up at him, smiling through your tears. “You’re so good to me. What’d I do to deserve you?”

“I ask myself the same question about you every day.” He leans over, gently kissing the tears off of your cheeks. “But, you know what? You’re going to get an amazing job someday. I just know it. And I’m here to support you every step of the way.”

You lightly kiss the tip of his nose. “I love you so much, Harry.”

“I love you too.”

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For @jinxcos, based on his HP cmv! He is a smol Draco to his Harry, which is SO CUTE I love them. There is Pansy with her soft cheek kiss for Hermione. And Ginny laughing at Luna’s messy hair after they lay on the grass.

Commission | Instagram | Etsy

"Oh your father is so cool!"

Teddy, James, Albus, and Lily hearing this over time and just thinking of their father at home cause:

-Harry once tried to convince them that if he grew a beard he would be more modern (which resulted in his normal stubble but with god awful hair patches)

-Harry had a worn out shirt he would wear all the time and whenever it got into the wash he would do laundry, chore chart be damned

-Harry getting them the merchandise with his face and trying to convince them that he is ALWAYS WATCHING

-Harry trying to set up a date with Ginny but forgetting to call a babysitter so he brings the kids with them (and date night at a fancy restaurant turns into date night at the park with over-fried food and lots of mud in the house)

-Harry trying to convince his kids to make a secret hand shake with them

-Harry and Uncle Ron falling asleep in the living room 5 minutes into the television program

-Harry bringing up he died a few times when they complain about chores.

“When I was your age a murderer had escaped from Azkaban and trying to finish me off cause I did Voldemort in.”

“Arn’t I named after that murderer?”

-Harry wearing Ginny’s Quiditch shirt (despite it being to small)

“I love the support dear, I do, but can you not stretch my shirt?”

“…it won’t come off.”

-Harry trying to do yoga

-Harry coming down every morning with a big grin on his face because he loves his kids so much and would obnoxious kiss them all on the cheeks

-Harry making faces in the mirror as he brushes his teeth (convincing the closest child it’s more effective)

(Celebrating when Albus starts doing it with him)

-Harry once showed Lily how to shave by shaving his own leg and walking around with one leg shaved despite complaints by older children and wife.

“If dying has taught me anything it’s to be yourself.”

“Oh my god Dad just stop wearing shorts.”

-Harry using him ‘dying’ as a reason to do anything really


Feel free to add more, but I’m 10000% convinced that Harry Potter is not the cool dad

Memories that conjure patronuses:

Ron:

  • Seeing Hermione wake up after being petrified 
  • Harry telling him that the Burrow was the best house he’d ever been in
  • Harry saying that Dumbledore knew he’d want to come back
  • Ron tearfully telling the twins what he thinks Harry is going through at Privet Drive and instead of making fun of him, Fred wipes his tears while George says “we’ll just have to go get him then, won’t we?”

Hermione: 

  • Being rescued by Harry and Ron from the giant troll
  • Getting accepted to Hogwarts
  • Adopting Crookshanks
  • Ron squeezing her hand when they see Harry is alive

Ginny:

  • Realizing Harry wasn’t killed by Voldemort
  • Luna befriending her in their second year while others have avoided her because of Riddle’s influence last year
  • Winning the big quidditch game and getting kissed by Harry for the first time, all in the same day no less
  • Seeing Ron be impressed by her as she practices curses

Luna:

  • Dancing around with her mother as a little kid while her father smiled and worked
  • The first time Harry complimented her spellwork in a DA meeting
  • Going to a Wizard Rock concert with Ginny one summer night, her first summer adventure with a friend
  • Ginny asking her and Neville to reform the DA while Harry, Ron, and Hermione look for horcruxes

Neville:

  • Luna sleepily kissing him on the cheek while he organizes stuff for the DA and Ginny plans
  • Dumbledore awarding him points for standing up to Harry, Ron, and Hermione
  • His grandmother being proud of him for being accepted to Hogwarts
  • The moment he stands up to Voldemort and realizes he isn’t as scared as he used to be
Shit my Mom says: Shadowhunters 2.08
  • Mom: He's so handsome.
  • Mom: I bet the magic would be stronger if he had his shirt off.
  • Mom: Why does he wear clothes?
  • Mom: He has a really nice voice.
  • Mom: I really enjoyed that episode; I can't wait for the next one.

overly-anxious-chicken  asked:

Headcannon harry telling his parents about Draco?

I like to pretend that no one actually died, let’s all be in denial together!


“Come on, Draco. They’re going to love you, I promise.” Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist from behind and kissed his cheek, trying to sooth his boyfriend.

“What if they don’t?” Draco asked as he nervously fixed his tie in the mirror. He’d never met the Potter’s before and he was extremely nervous, knowing that their families never got along. “I mean, I’m a Malfoy. You really think they’re going to like me?”

Harry sighed. “I know my mom will love you. My dad might take a while, but he’ll open up eventually.” He turned Draco around and kissed him. Harry smiled at him and softly pushed a loose strand of hair behind his ear. Draco smiled back, what would he do without him? “Oh, and my dad might make really bad jokes, so just ignore him. And also my uncles might be there which would make that worse. I usually tune it out whenever my Dad and Uncle Sirius are in the same room together. Good luck with that.”

“Well, that makes me feel better.” Draco commented sardonically. Harry rolled his eyes and kissed him again.

They Apparated to Godric’s Hollow where Harry’s parents lived. Harry was just about to knock on the door when Draco stopped him. “Wait. Give me a second.” He took a deep breath. Harry put a hand on Draco’s shoulder.

“Hey, can I tell you something?” Draco nodded. “I know for a fact that they’ll love you. You know why?” Draco shook his head. “Because I love you. I love you so much, Draco.”

His boyfriend seemed to calm down a bit. “I love you too, Harry.” They kissed softly, not realising that Lily Potter was standing on the other side of the door, listening. She smiled softly as she heard her son speak so kindly, so full of love. It reminded her of the way James spoke to her before she met his parents.

There was a knock on the door that pulled her out of her trance. James and Sirius ran to open it and Remus walked calmly behind, shaking his head fondly at the two men. Lily opened the door and hugged her son.

“Well, don’t hog him.” James joked. He pulled Harry inside just as Lily let go of him, hugging him and asking how he’d been. Sirius did the same with Draco, pulling him into a headlock and giving him a noogie.

“How’s my favourite nephew doing?” He asked and let Draco go. He stumbled to regain his balance and straightened himself up, fixing his hair. Harry smiled amusedly at the slytherin. He looked like a snake that just wandered into a lion’s den.

“I’ve been good.” Draco answered. “Until you attacked me.” He muttered under his breath.

“Mom. Dad. This is my boyfriend, Draco.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Mr and Mrs. Potter.” He held out a hand for them to shake. Before Lily shook his hand, she turned to her husband and pointed a finger at him.

“Don’t do it.” She scolded, knowing he was about to mimick Draco’s posh accent. James scoffed like he was going to defend himself, but then thought better of it and closed his mouth.

“Nice to meet you too, Draco. Harry has told us so much about you.” Draco smiled at her, grateful for her kindness. “And this is Sirius, James’s boyfriend-” Harry’s father lightly slapped her shoulder. “I mean, best friend. And the only other sane member of this family besides myself is Sirius’s husband, Remus.” She told him, pointing to where Remus was leaning against the wall. He waved at Draco, smiling lightly at him.

“Or as I like to call him, the second hottest person on earth.” Sirius stated and slung an arm around his husband.

“Who’s the first?” Draco asked.

“Me, obviously.” He said, flipping his hair.

“Woah woah wait.” James interrupted. “You don’t think I’m the hottest person on earth?” He asked, looking offended.

“You’re the third hottest, Prongsy.” Sirius winked at him.

“Boyfriends. Told you.” Lily told Draco in a quiet voice. Draco chuckled softly.

The evening had been quite fun and relaxing. The only thing that bothered Draco was that Harry’s father had never talked directly to him. The night was coming to a close when James pulled Draco aside, Lily eyeing him nervously but he sent her a signal that there was nothing to worry about. It was almost creepy how similar Harry and James looked. Draco felt like he was looking at an older version of his boyfriend. Though Harry’s father didn’t have those bright emerald eyes that he adored so much.

“So, you and Harry are pretty serious, huh?” He asked. Draco nodded, not trusting himself to speak. “He seems to really love you. It reminds me a lot of how Sirius and Remus were when they first got together. I can’t say I’m surprised you ended up together though, he was always talking about you, even before you became friends. Anyway, I just wanted to say welcome to the family.”

Draco smiled. “Thank you, sir.”

“Please, call me James.” He pulled the blonde into a hug.

“Oh are we hugging?” He heard Sirius say and join in. “Hey, Evans! Get in here!” He called out. Lily walked in and laughed.

“Boys, you’re smothering the poor lad.” She said and pulled on her husband so he’d let go.

Remus walked in next. “Come now, Pads. I’m sure Draco has had enough of you for one evening.” Sirius detached himself from his nephew and leeched onto Remus instead.

“Can you ever have enough of me, Moony?”

He laughed and kissed his husband on the cheek. “Definitely.”

Drarry Secret Santa
  • It’s decided that the Eighth Years should do a Secret Santa gift exchange to continue the newfound effort towards House Unity that was started at the beginning of the new term.
  • So of course, because Harry can’t catch a break, he managed to draw Draco Malfoy as his person.
  • He’s stressed AF and wracking his brain to think of something that Malfoy would even want, something he won’t spit on. 
  • Harry gets annoyed when Malfoy plays it off like it’s going to be super easy to get his person a gift, which makes Harry even more Determined™ 
  • Except, secretly Draco is also stressed AF because holy shit everything he thinks of is stupid, what can he possibly get the Boy Who Lived??? Fuck, fuck!
  • Draco trails through Hogsmeade looking at Quidditch supplies, expensive leather-bound journals, and fine bottles of goblin wine before deciding that all of those gifts wouldn’t matter to Potter — with the exception of Quidditch, obviously.
  • But he’s certain that gifting Potter something Quidditch-related won’t have enough of an impact.
  • He wanted to get a gift that meant something, something to thank Potter for saving his life.
  • Harry nearly gave up as the day to exchange their presents drew nearer, but then he found Malfoy’s wand in the bottom of his trunk.
  • He knew it was the perfect gift.
  • After a few false starts, Draco finally figured out something clever to gift to Potter, something that no other Secret Santa would have thought of.
  • He was proud of himself for figuring out the puzzle, and he’s actually eager to see Potter’s face when he opened Draco’s gift.
  • When the time finally came to exchange gifts in a circle around the Eighth Year common room, they each went last to give their gifts.
  • When it’s clear that they had presents for each other, they both nod to leave the room.
  • Malfoy insisted that Harry open his first.
  • Harry fully expected something over the top, expensive, and uselessly ridiculous.
  • But his breath caught when he opened the leather-bound text, engraved with a family crest on the cover with the name Potter emblazoned on a scroll in the center.
  • As he flipped through the pages Malfoy explained that he tracked down a complete family history of the Potters for Harry.
  • And holy shit, Malfoy’s present made Harry’s heart pound in his chest while his throat went all tight and dry???
  • Harry got choked up over his gift as the reality of it sank in. He carefully ran his fingers over the engraving while Malfoy shifted his weight from foot to foot nervously, blurting out facts about the gift that Harry only paid half of his attention to.
  • Harry wiped at his eyes roughly, a little embarrassed, but Malfoy gave him such an important gift.
  • He took a breath and held out his own gift for Malfoy.
  • “I thought it was about time you had this back. It served me well, so, er, thanks.”
  • Draco didn’t even speak for a full minute, his eyes were just locked on his wand in Harry’s outstretched hand.
  • Harry could see his hand shaking at his side.
  • When Harry finally handed Draco the wand, he hugged Harry really tightly and whispered thank you.
  • Draco kissed Harry’s cheek as he pulled away, startling Harry.
  • His lips felt so soft and warm against Harry’s skin.
  • They stared at each other until Harry slowly, carefully pulled Draco back to him, and lightly kissed his cheek in return.
  • They smiled tentatively at each other, each clutching their gifts, as they reached for each other’s hand.
  • Absolutely no one was surprised when they walked back into the common room holding hands.
The Boxer Part Two

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 5K

WARNINGS/TRIGGERS: MENTIONS OF MISCARRIAGE AND PHYSICAL FIGHTS.

Prompt: 

“You’re supposed to be in the hospital gown, it’s why we laid it out for you,” Y/N stated, pointing the pen in her hand at the white gown by his feet.

“I’m not wearing that paper shit,” Harry grumbled, “and I’m perfectly fine to leave.”

“That cut says otherwise,” Y/N says.

Harry watches as she sets down the clipboard and turns on the sink to wash her hands, she’s cute. She’s nothing like the kind Harry would go for. His usual prey would be at the bar, lonely, maybe going through a breakup, but he knew for sure that by the end of the night she would be in his bed. Y/N on the other hand looked like too pure for him, and he hated that look.

From his experience Harry had learned that girls like Y/N believed that they were too good for a guy like him. Girls like Y/N, with an innocent smile, soft skin, and soft voices, tended to only use him for one thing, to make their parents upset. Harry had seen it time and time again, it was only a matter of weeks before the girl would crush his heart and move on to someone better.

“I don’t feel anything,” Harry stated.

Harry had grown numb to just about everything. He couldn’t feel the punches thrown at him, he couldn’t feel his emotions, it all just seemed gone to him. He didn’t mind though, no emotions meant he couldn’t get hurt, and no pain meant he was unstoppable.

or

Boxer Harry Styles highers, incredibly perky Y/N as his on-call nurse.

Part One


Harry wasn’t sure which he hated the most, expression his emotions, or having to handle them.

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Paid Relationship Study

I’m obsessed with the fake relationship trope and I saw this post and got inspired


“Have you gone insane, Potter?” Draco told his roommate, who was holding up a flyer excitedly in front of him. Written across the top in bold, capital letter said “PAID RESEARCH OPPORTUNITY” and just under than “Romantic Couples Study”.

“What? We’re both over eighteen, we both live together, and we get paid six thousand pounds! That’s three thousand pounds each!” Harry replied, reading off the criteria from the paper.

Draco snatched it from his hand and examined it. “Potter, we are not in a committed, monogamous romantic relationship, nor have we been dating for six months!”

“Yes, but six thousand pounds! You and I both know we need the money. It’s only a two week study, so we just have to pretend to be a couple until it’s over.” He explained. Draco crossed his arms, looking conflicted. It was bad enough that he had to share a house with the guy he fancied, but pretending to be in a relationship with him? Could he go back to being just his friend after this was over? “Come on, Draco.”

The words softened him. Of course he’d do anything for Harry bloody Potter when he was looking at him like that. “Fine.” He gave in, handing the flyer back to Harry. “But you’ll owe me, Potter.” Pointing a finger at him accusingly, Draco walked out of the room.

“More than giving you half of the money?” Harry shouted after him.

“You better buy me a present with your half!” He shouted back, hearing Harry chuckle.


The day finally came when Harry and Draco had to go down to the clinic to start the study. Before they walked out the door, Harry stopped them. “Wait, shouldn’t we have like a story? Like how long we’ve been dating or how we got together?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Draco said, trying to sound casual.

“Okay, umm, let’s say we’ve dated for two years?” He walked out the door towards the car. “Now who asked out who?”

“You asked me out.”

“Do we love each other.” Draco wondered how Harry could say that so casually, even if it was for a fake relationship.

He blushed. “I think most couples who move in together love each other.”

They arrived at the clinic, driving in silence all the way there. Harry clasped his hand as they waited to be called in. It was agony. Draco prayed that his hands weren’t sweating. The doctor called them in, Harry not letting go of his hand, and sat in his office.

“Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. You’ve been dating for how long?”

“Two years.” They said in unison.

He annotated on his chart. “And you live together?”

“Yes.” They said again in unison.

“And how old are you?”

“We are both twenty three.” Harry answered. The doctor scribbled away. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, what does this study entail? The ad was a little vague.”

“Well, what we are trying to see here is how being in a loving relationship affects overall health. So we’ll be testing blood pressure, brain waves, cholesterol, and mental health as well.”

“Brain waves?” Harry asked.

“Yes, we can learn a lot from how the brain reacts to certain stimulants. For example, on day seven we’ll monitor your brainwaves while you’re holding hands, talking, and kissing.” Draco tried his best to look calm and collected. Merlin, they had to kiss? He had never thought about that before.

“Okay, for the first week of the study I want you to sleep in different beds and record the hours of sleep you got and how you slept. Then you can continue to sleep in the same bed for the second week.” He handed them each a chart. “That’ll be all for today. I will see you both tomorrow.”


The days passed. None of it was too intimate, except day four when they had to stare into each other’s eyes while the doctor checked to see how much their pupils dilated before and after. Then the dreaded day seven came along. Draco spent a long time in the bathroom, brushing his teeth and freshening his breath. It’s not a big deal. He told himself. It means nothing. You’re just friends. You’ll always be just friends.

Sadly, he walked out of the bathroom and into the living room. “Ready to go?” Harry asked, not seeming even the tiniest bit nervous.

“Yeah.” He lied. “Can you drive today? I’m not feeling so well.”

“Sure. Is it contagious? Because I don’t want to get sick after kissing you.”

Draco felt his face heat up. “It’s just a headache.”

The drive to the clinic was more tense than the other days, at least that’s how Draco felt. Harry, however, seemed to not be bothered by the fact that they’d be kissing at all. He was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel along to the radio.


“I’m just going to get a read of your brainwaves while you’re facing away from each other first, if you don’t mind.” The doctor told them. They turned in their seats for a while. “Okay, can you face each other and keep eye contact?” They did as they were told. “Now hold hands.” Harry moved forward first, grabbing Draco’s hands, and rubbing circles into his skin with his thumb. “Mr. Potter, can you kiss Mr. Malfoy on the cheek?” Harry leant forward and pecked him on the cheek. The doctor asked Draco to do the same. He hesitated for a moment before pressing his lips to Harry’s cheek.

“Now on the lips.” To Draco’s surprise, Harry leaned in with no hesitation and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “You’re going to have to hold the kiss for a little longer, boys.” Harry leaned in again, with a little hesitation this time around, and kissed him. Draco felt his hand rest on his neck. The action made him shiver. It was just like Draco imagined it would be. Harry’s soft lips pressed against his. His gentle touch lingering on his neck. But it’s not real. Said the voice in his head which made him pull back. They stared at each other for a moment after until the doctor spoke up.

“Thank you for coming in today. That’s the end of the first week, so you can go back to sleeping in the same bed. Here are the sleeping charts again. I’ll see you boys tomorrow.”

The ride back home was definitely more tense than the ride to the clinic. This time Draco could sense that Harry was just as anxious as he was. After what felt like hours, they arrived back home. The silence was so heavy at that point that Draco felt like he would suffocate.

“So,” Harry finally spoke as they entered their flat. “Do you wanna order take out?” He asked awkwardly. Draco nodded. “Chinese?” He nodded again. “Are you gonna talk to me tonight?” Harry asked, chuckling awkwardly.

“Probably not.” He smiled nervously and stuck his hands in his back pocket.

“You know, it’s not that big a deal. It’s just a kiss.”

“I know.”

“So, why are we being all nervous around each other?”

“I don’t know.” He lied. “Let’s just order some food, yeah?” He said, patting Harry on the back and walking past him into the kitchen.


Soon the study was over and both boys have gotten their money. There was a very weird and awkward air around them afterwards. Draco found that he missed the feel of Harry’s hand in his. He wanted to kiss him again. He really wanted to kiss him again.

“So, what are you going to do with your half of the money?” Harry asked him.

Draco shrugged. “I don’t know. What about you?”

“Well, I’m using some of it to buy you a present obviously.”

Draco smiled a bit. “What?”

“Remember when I first asked you to do this and you said you would if I bought you a present?”

“Oh yeah.”  Draco chuckled.

“I miss this.” Harry said. “Us just talking normally.”

“Me too.”

“I don’t know why it got so weird.”

“Beats me.” Draco said, looking down at his hands.

There was silence before Harry spoke up again. “Though it was fun pretending to date. I think we’d make a good couple.” Draco hummed in response, still not looking at Harry. “You’re very good at the hand holding thing.” The blonde murmured a thank you. Harry moved a bit closer to him. “So,” He took a breath. “Since we were so good at the fake dating thing… maybe we could try the real dating thing?”

Draco’s head shot up, eyes wide. “Really?” Harry nodded. Draco cleared his throat and tentatively held his hand. “Yeah, that sounds nice.” He said, smiling lightly at the green eyed boy. “You know, you were pretty good at the hand holding thing too… and you weren’t bad at that kissing thing either.” Harry laughed and leant forward to press their lips together. It felt one hundred times better than when they kissed before. There was still that same softness and slowness, but there was one factor that made it way better than the first time.

It was real.

Happy Easter!

Happy Easter to all my followers who do that kind of thing, and happy chocolate egg eat day for everyone else!


Apparently, the easter egg hunt was a big thing with the Weasley’s. Draco wouldn’t have minded that, in fact might have even enjoyed it, if it didn’t start at half past fucking six, at the crack of dawn.

“How many eggs did you find uncle Draco?” Teddy bounded towards him in his little easter bunny suit. Again something that would have had a high cuteness-factor if Draco had been awake to witness it.

“Yes uncle Draco, how many did you find?” Harry beamed at him as he scooped up his godson and went to stand besides him. Draco didn’t like the mischief in his green eyes. Undoubtedly half of the eggs came from Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, and would turn his hair pink or make him sprout bunny ears.

Not that Draco couldn’t recognize and avoid those. He was an expert at the Magical Object Inspection for a reason.

“Seven.”

“But there’s only three in your basket.” Teddy looked confused.

“That’s because I ate four.”

“Draco!” Harry and Teddy called out in unison, clearly offended. “You’re not supposed to eat them until we found them all!”

“And I’m not supposed to be awake before nine on a sunday morning, yet here I am.” Draco unwrapped another big (uncharmed, he’d checked) chocolate egg and ate it. Teddy wriggled himself out of Harry’s hold to tell the other kids what a misbehaving menace his uncle was.

Harry chuckled, and kissed his cheek. “You’re so grumpy in the morning.”

Draco glared at him for that, but didn’t say anything. His mouth was still full of chocolate. Which was of course a situation Harry took advantage of right away.

“But you’re absolutely adorable when you’re grumpy, so I don’t mind.” Draco glared some more as Harry kissed his cheek, and wrapped him in a hug. “Come to think of it, you’re also very cute in afternoons and evenings. In fact, I think you’re endearing at any given moment.”

Shut up you giant sap, I am not cute! Draco wanted to say. But all that came out was a grumble. He still had some manners left, and one of them was not talking with his mouth full.

“I also think that you’re thoroughly enjoying this, even though you won’t admit it.” Harry whispered, and kissed his nose. “And that stubbornness is also very cute.”

Draco finally swallowed the last bit of chocolate, but he didn’t start arguing with Harry right away. Instead he kissed him. Gentle and slow, not caring one bit that his basket with eggs fell to the ground when he cupped Harry’s face.

Because it was true. He did enjoy the hunt. Very much, even. But he wouldn’t admit it, because showing abundant amounts of joy or any other emotion wasn’t fitting for a Malfoy. He hated that about his upbringing, that even after all those years the lessons from his father still caged him in like this. Kept him stuck inside his own head.

“You’re still cuter than me though.” He said when they broke apart. Then he booped Harry’s nose, which caused him to make such an adorable little sound that Draco couldn’t help but laugh. Harry had always been able to fuck the system and let Draco do things he normally wouldn’t. It was one of the many thing he loved about the man.

“Ewwwwww. Uncle Fred, they’re kissing again!” Teddy yelled, and his voice was soon followed by wolf-whistles and a mischievous well let’s break them apart then, shall we? From Fred and George.

“Run?” Harry suggested as he looked behind him and saw the twins gear up to throw some definitely charmed easter eggs at them.

And for the first time that morning, Draco fully agreed with his spouse.

“Run!”

The cupcake

“We have to help him, Ron.” Hermione told her boyfriend. “You know how he is, if you don’t push him, he will never make the first move.”

 “And what do you suggest we do, Hermione? It’s not like we can make her so something… We don’t even know if she likes him back!” He answered.

“Well, I think there is a way.” She smiled. “Come with me to the library.” 

“Bloody library.” Ron said under his breath.

“Did you say something?”

“No, nothing at all.”


When Harry entered the 8th year common room Ron and Hermione were going around giving cupcakes to who was there.

“Hello, Harry, do you want a cupcake?” Hermione asked when she saw him.

He grabbed the cupcake she was giving him and ate it while she explained that she had made them herself, not wanting the house elves to have any more work.

“Go give this one to Cho.” She said suddenly and gave him a cupcake that was just slightly different from the one he had just ate.

“Ok…” He looked at her suspiciously.

Hermione smiled at her friend and watched as he went in Cho’s direction to give her the cupcake. What Hermione wasn’t expecting, however, was Malfoy entering the common room in that moment and Harry walking towards him and giving him the bloody spiked cupcake with a nod and a tense “Malfoy”.

Draco looked at Potter weirdly, not knowing what to make out of the situation. Why, in the name of Merlin, was bloody Harry Potter giving him a cupcake like they were some sort of Hufflepuff friends?

“Why are you giving me a cupcake, Potter?” He asked.

“It was Hermione’s idea.” He shrugged. “She’s giving cupcakes to everyone.”

Then, the boy smiled and walked away living Draco looking at the cupcake in his hand stunned.

After looking around the room and seeing everyone enjoying their cupcakes – even Blaise and Pansy, - Draco took a careful bite and promised himself he would never admit aloud just how good the cupcake actually was.

Only Ron saw the look of terror on Hermione’s face as Malfoy ate the cupcake.


“What do you mean, Hermione?” Draco heard someone hissing when he left his dorm room in the middle of the night to go the bathroom 

“I mean exactly what I said, Ron.”

“So, Harry gave Malfoy the cupcake he was supposed to give to Cho?” 

Draco peeked around the corner at the scene in the common room and saw Granger nodding her head, sitting on the sofa and looking guilty.

“So, what will happen now?” Weasley asked.

“I guess we just have to get ready for a week full of Malfoy… He will want to be with Harry all the time. You know it, Ron, George was the one sending you the potion, he explained everything that would happen once someone had it and, just like he said, the only way it won’t change the person’s behaviour is if they already have feelings for the person who gave it to them. This is Malfoy and Harry we are talking about.”

Draco looked at the two of them in disbelief. If he understood correctly, Granger and Weasley had spiked a cupcake with some kind of love potion George Weasley sold at the store, they gave the cupcake to Potter so he could give it to Cho Chang, but Potter gave the cupcake to Draco and he had eaten it, meaning that he would apparently be in love with Potter for a week.

However, he didn’t feel any different and he knew why: the potion didn’t affect the behaviour of those who already had feelings for the one who gave it to them, or so Granger had said. Draco knew he couldn’t just act like he normally did towards Potter, or else Weasley and Granger would find out the truth about his feelings.

Seeing only one way out, Draco decided that during the week the potion would have effect he would show his love for Harry Potter and then blame it on the potion and make the two Gryffindor idiots who spiked the bloody cupcake pay for it.


When Harry sat at the Gryffindor table the next morning for breakfast he was met with guilty expressions on Ron and Hermione’s faces. 

“Good morning.” He greeted while sitting down next to Ron.

“Morning.” Hermione answered even though she didn’t look him in the eyes.

“Ok, what did you do?” Harry asked looking at his two best friends.

Hermione and Ron shared look and Hermione sighed, looking like she was ready to spill whatever they had done, but before she could Malfoy sat down next to her, in front of Harry, and she looked down at her food.

“Hello, Potter.”

“Malfoy.” Harry nodded.

Harry looked at him weirdly, not knowing why the other boy decided to sit with them instead of the Slyhterins. It wasn’t unusual that the houses mixed during meals, however, it was unusual for Malfoy to sit with the Golden Trio.

They ate breakfast in a tense silence and, when they finished, Malfoy got up and said “See you later, Potter” before he exited the Great Hall.


For three days, Malfoy had sat with them for meals. He tried to make conversation and Harry was surprised to see that he actually enjoyed the boy’s company. Malfoy was different from the people Harry usually hang out with; the Slytherin was sarcastic, - sometimes even making mean comments – and his humour was different from what Harry was used to, but, in a way, it was kind of refreshing. 

Now, they were both in the library studying for potions; seeing Harry struggling with the lessons, Draco had offered to help and they had already been there for an hour.

“I think it’s enough for today, Potter.”

Harry yawned and nodded, closing his books and putting them in his bag. Draco smiled seeing the sleepy boy that he found adorable.

“Come on, Potter, I don’t think you want to fall asleep in the middle of the library.”

Shaking his head, Draco grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him out of the library in the direction of the common room, their fingers intertwining in the way and neither of them doing anything to pull them apart. When they got to the common room, they said goodnight to those who were still awake and stopped at the Harry’s bedroom’s door.

“Good night, Harry” Draco smiled and kissed the boy’s forehead, before going to his room and leaving him behind.


The next day, Harry didn’t pay attention in his classes; he was too busy daydreaming about a certain boy. It surprised Harry when, the night before, Malfoy had kissed his forehead; why had he done that? Harry couldn’t tell and, somehow, he didn’t care, as long as the other boy did it again. 

At supper, Malfoy sat next to Harry at the Gryffindor table, closer than he had sat the days before, making Harry blush and smile down at his food when he felt their thighs brush. Hermione and Ron had the same guilty expressions they had been wearing for some days now.

“Are you guys ok?” Malfoy asked. 

Ron looked at Hermione, nodded his head slightly and she sighed looking up at Harry and Malfoy.

“We have something to tell you both.” She said.

“Ok, tell us.” Malfoy put his fork down.

“Not here” Ron shook his head. “Not in the Great Hall where there are so many people.”

When they finished eating, Ron and Hermione got up and told Harry and Malfoy they would meet them in the common room, so they could talk.

“What do you think they want to tell us?” Harry asked the other boy.

“I think I have an idea, but let’s go and see.”

Draco got up and Harry mirrored his actions and they exited the Great Hall together.

“Harry…” Draco called when they were just about to enter the common room.

“Yeah?”

“I want you to remember that I do what I do because I want to.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You’ll see. Just don’t forget what I said, ok?”

Harry smiled at the boy in front of him and leaned up to kiss his cheek; Malfoy blushed and Harry thought that the redness in his pale cheeks suited him and decided that he would do anything just to see the other boy flushed again. Malfoy smiled down at him and grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers and pulling him to the common room, where Ron and Hermione were waiting for them in front of one of the fireplaces.

The only other people in the common room were sitting at the table playing chess and Draco knew that the couple in front of the fireplace had decided to talk there because it would be almost empty, as most of the 8th years were still having supper.

Harry and Draco sat next to them and the sight of them sitting so close with their hands clasped and fingers intertwined seemed to make Hermione look like she was about to cry.

“We did something” Ron finally said. “Just don’t get too mad, Harry.”

Harry looked at them feeling slightly scared about what they could have possibly done.

“Ok” he answered. “I’ll try not to get mad.”

“We really didn’t mean for this to happen, Harry,” Hermione rushed. “We just wanted to help you with Cho.”

Harry felt Draco’s hand twitch in his own and gripped it tighter, not really realising what he was doing.

“What do you mean?” He asked his best friends.

“Oh, Harry, we know you like her!”

“But… where did you get that idea from?”

“You told us that you liked someone, but you wouldn’t say who… She was the only person we could think of.”

“I don’t like Cho.” Harry scoffed. “But that’s not the point. What did you do?”

“Remember when I gave out cupcakes on Sunday?”

Harry nodded.

“Well, there was a reason behind it.” She continued quietly.

“Just spit it out already!” Draco exclaimed.

“We spiked one of the cupcakes with one of George’s love potions.”

“What?”

“I gave a cupcake to you and told you to give it to Cho, remember?”

“But I never gave the cupcake to Cho” Harry shook his head. “I gave it to…”

“Malfoy” Ron finished looking at the boy next to Harry.

Draco heard Harry take a deep breath next to him and he could feel the other boy’s rage and betrayal.

“What was the potion supposed to do?”

“For a week, the person who drank it would act in love with the person that gave it to them, unless they already have feelings for each other, then they would act the same.”

There was a thick silence in the air and Draco felt like hexing the two people sitting in front of him when he felt Harry’s hand go limp and stop squeezing his own.

“So, what you are trying to tell me is that, for the past days, Dr-Malfoy has been nice to me because of some potion?”

Ron and Hermione didn’t answer, but they didn’t need to; Harry already knew it and, somehow, it really hurt to know that Malfoy had done everything because of a potion. Draco felt his heart drop when Harry got up without a word and left to his room, not looking back.

“Don’t you have anything to say?” Hermione looked at Draco.

“I already knew.”

“How come?”

“I heard you talking about it on Sunday night.”

“You did? Then why didn’t you try and fight the potion?”

“Why would I fight something that didn’t even work in the first place?”

Hermione and Ron fell silent and Draco just sighed and got up.

“I know you are Gryffindors and all, but not even I thought you could be this stupid!”

The Gryffindors watched as he went to his room and when he was out of sight Ron looked at Hermione with a scared expression.

“Did he mean what I think he meant?”


Harry ignored the other three the following days. His best friends tried talking to him and apologize, but he wouldn’t let them. 

Seeing that the boy preferred being left alone, Draco didn’t try talking to him and decided that the best he could do was wait until the week of the potion ended so Harry would believe him.

So, on Monday after supper, Draco grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him to his room, determined to talk to him and to make him see the truth, because some days showing Harry his love wasn’t enough for him.

“What do you want, Malfoy?”

“Why do you call me Malfoy again?”

“Isn’t that your name?”

“No! My name is Draco, that’s what you should call me, just like you did this past week.”

“You were under a potion’s influence.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“What?”

“The potion doesn’t work when the person already has feelings for the one who gave the potion to them.” Draco walked closer to Harry and felt really accomplished when Harry blushed.

“What do you mean?”

Draco rolled his eyes playfully.

“I know you are a Gryffindor, but you’re not so dense, Harry, you know exactly what I mean.” He leaned down and kissed the boy’s lips lightly. “I did what I did because I wanted to, not because of some stupid Weasley, potion.”

And then he kissed him harder and Harry rested his hand on the blond’s chest gasping in surprise when he felt the rapid pace the heart beneath his hand was beating in. Draco took advantage of the gasp to slip his tongue in the other boy’s mouth and both of them saw little colourful sparks behind their eyelids.

“Draco” Harry whispered when they parted to breathe.

Draco just smiled and pushed Harry to lay on the bed slipping in next to him and putting his arms around him protectively.

“I hope you know that I will have to get revenge somehow” he said. “They don’t have the right to poison me, even if it didn’t work!”

“I’ll help you” Harry smiled at the Slytherin.

They cuddled closer to each other and let sleep overtake them.


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Ambiguous Love

Hi friends! I spent so much time with this story and love it very much. Hopefully you will too. 
Songs that inspired this incase you wanna listen to them: 
-Aint Me by Kygo
-Attention by The Weeknd
-Comes & Goes by Greg Laswell

Request: Kinda, it’s about H being jealous but the main plot is from me. 
Warning: Mild curse language and lots of heart break. 

Gif isn’t mine and I would probably melt if he were to look at me like this.

A sour taste on his tongue combined with foul thoughts clouding his mind was what let him know that something was very wrong with him.

Harry was aware that his eyes weren’t supposed to stare at the guy standing close to Y/N as if he was murdering him in his head over and over again, even when that was just what was going on. With narrowed eyes he watched the foreign male touch his hand to her back in a far too intimate gesture as he laughed at something she’d said. How dare he do that?
Harry sat with his back to the kitchen as he watched her where she stood in the living room. He made a mental note to remind Jeff not to invite this guy again next time he held a small get together at his place.
Harry’s jaw tensed. Y/N was his. He was the only male she should give her attention to. The only one who should have his hands on her.

The guy wasn’t anybody Harry knew by name and he was sure to never bother to learn it either. He knew the guy was somebody who’d come around to these kind of parties a couple of times already and every time he was lingering around Harry’s Y/N the moment he had the chance. Harry did not like that one bit. Hot jealousy rushed through his body and with one last sip from his beer he got to his feet.

This needed to stop. He knew that it was him who caused Y/N to be alone and without a boyfriend and he wasn’t oblivious to how upsetting that was to her at times. This was unfair he knew but somehow Harry couldn’t find it in him to feel guilty. Other guys weren’t blind and found Harry gawking at the girl they were trying to chat to more than just intimidating, so with the majority of them one glare sufficed for their hands to pull away and leave Y/N’s smooth skin.
Harry felt like his behavior was justified. There was no way he could let his Y/N fall for a man who surely wouldn’t adore her enough. Harry wouldn’t ever allow Y/N to have a male’s hands on her body who couldn’t possibly be as tender with her as she deserved. If this meant Y/N would be alone and have no-one but Harry to love on her then so be it.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and began to walk over to where she was, his mind busy trying to come up with an excuse to steal her away. The unknown guy noticed Harry’s presence before Y/N did and like the rest of the flirtatious males he withdrew his touch from her almost instantly.
Harry didn’t say anything, not even when the guy greeted him with a polite smile. Instead he took hold of Y/N’s small hand, giving her fingers a tight squeeze before he began to pull her away from the bloke and towards the kitchen where he knew they would find some peace and quiet.
Slowly Harry relaxed. Feeling her warm skin in his palm and being able to just pull her closer and into his side where he could breathe her in… it had a smile pull at his lips.

With quick feet the girl hurried after him.

“What’s wrong?” her kind voice wondered once her friend pulled her into the deserted kitchen and she gasped quietly when his hands forced her up against the counter.

With discomfort written all over her face she pressed her hands against his chest so he would allow her to move away from the cold counter and closer into him.

“Ouch,” she complained quietly, “What the matter, Harry? Are you okay?”

„Who was that?“ Harry’s words were spoken was rough and lower than he intended and both of his hands balled into fists at his sides.

Y/N’s expression softened. “Harry, you can’t tell me that you don’t like Craig either. You haven’t even spoken to him. He’s quite nice, you know?”

„Quite nice?“ Harry repeated, stepping closer to her body, pushing her right back against the counter, „Huh? Was that bloke quite nice to you then?”

„Yes,“ Y/N tried to argue, her hands brushing up against his shoulders in an attempt to calm him, „And I don’t like how you always make me feel as though I need your approval when I talk to a guy.“

Harry swallowed hard. With a sigh he raised his hand and her body relaxed when his palm touched her cheek gently.

„You don’t need my permission. Of course you don’t.” He sighed before shaking his head, a deep frown on his forehead as he tried to figure out what he wanted to say. The words were right there on his tongue.
“S’just… I don’t like it, you know? You with another guy.”

“Why?” Y/N wondered, her hands squeezing his shoulders, “I wouldn’t let anybody treat me badly, you know that. There’s neither reason to be protective nor worried.”

At that he rolled his eyes. Oh how wrong she was. As wrong as one could be. “That’s not what’s bothering me. How could anybody mistreat you?”

And he meant it then. How could anybody hurt the girl standing in his arms? She was so utterly kind without ever demanding anything in return. Her heart beat for the people she loved and it melted his own when she looked at him like he was all she could see.
That was what he was so afraid of losing. Losing to somebody else.

“Not with you gawking at every move either of us make, no,” Y/N giggled, again not understanding just how deep the meaning behind his words was.

With a sigh rumbling through his chest he stepped closer, his hands finding her wrists and she whined when he forced her arms up with a gentle but swift yank so they would wrap around his neck. A satisfied hum escaped his lips and he closed his eyes. Catching on to what he wanted she wound her fingers through his soft curls and pressed a loving kiss to his cheek when he stepped close enough for them to be embracing tightly. Y/N laughed quietly.

“Harry, love, how much did you have to drink?”

“A beer,” he grumbled truthfully, a frown forming, “Can’t a man get some love from his favorite girl without being accused of anything?”

“Of course he can,” she replied in a whisper, her heart beating so fast she feared it might fly right out of her chest and away into the sky. She tightened her hold around his shoulders and shivered when he moaned at the sensation of her fingers scratching the back of his neck.

Harry pressed his mouth to her neck. “Do we have to go back?”

“To the party? Yes,” she giggled against his jaw, “But we don’t have to stay that much longer.”

This pleased him. “Good. Don’t want you near Craig.”

“Hey, you just said that you agree with me not needing your permission for what I do.”

Harry pulled back and looked at her with arched brows. “So you want to do-”

She groaned and shook her head rapidly with her eyes squeezed shut. “No, I don’t want to do anyone so don’t even start.”

Reluctance gnawed at his insides but he forced himself to step out of her hold anyway. She was right. He needed to let her have space. Y/N gave him a warm smile before leaning up to press another kiss to his skin, this time his cheek.

“Harry, please…” she spoke softly, her lips brushing his cheek, “I really want to finally meet somebody, you know? And maybe Craig is going to ask me out so… don’t scare him away.”

There was nothing he could say.
Harry’s heart sank when he watched her step away from him and walk back into the living room where he knew Craig awaited her already. And sure enough when Harry followed, discomfort flooding his body, he saw the male he already disliked greatly smile and hold out a hand for Y/N. Greedily he grabbed her fingers and brought them to his wet lips, a sight that made Harry’s stomach turn. Surely Y/N didn’t like this behavior either, he thought and true enough Y/N’s smile wasn’t all honest. The guy squeezed her shoulder before saying something that made her laugh and for a moment Harry could actually feel himself wanting to punch the guy blue. A feeling Harry was not used to at all.
Harry wasn’t a fighter. He was a lover. But oh if Y/N didn’t provoke a side out of him he hadn’t known before.  
Fuck it.
Harry’s feet carried him towards his Y/N before his mind could catch up and in few quick strides he reached her. His hands found her shoulders, squeezing and rubbing them soothingly to get her to turn around and face him.

“Harry?” she wondered, surprise and confusion written all over her features, “What’s wrong now? Are you okay?”

“Sorry, Craig.” Harry breathed the words dedicated to the male standing behind Y/N but his eyes never left her lovely face.

They heard Craig ask what Harry was sorry for but neither of them got to reply before Harry leaned down and connected his mouth with Y/N’s warm lips. It took a lot of bravery not to pull away when he felt the girl gasp and her entire body go rigid. His heart beat so heavily in his chest and his head was dizzy but he refused to stop kissing her and instead continued to move his lips against hers with as much pressure as he dared. It was when he felt the soft touches of her hesitant fingers agains his neck that he knew he’d won. Sure enough she began to return his kiss, moaning and whining against him quietly whilst she allowed her arms to wrap around his neck.
Harry could have rejoiced.
Y/N’s lips were soft, warm and fitted so perfectly against his own he wondered how he hadn’t kissed her before. Her body cuddled into his as if she were his missing puzzle piece and he liked how well his own arms wrapped around her waist. She gasped when his tongue poked into her mouth and he sighed deeply upon getting to kiss her properly. His hands grasped her neck, the back of her head before letting them drop to her backside where he allowed himself to hold onto her in the least groping way he could.
His heart swelled when he heard her giggle softly and he moaned upon feeling her hands move across his shoulders.

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Napping

“Good afternoon love.” Harry grinned as he bend over his boyfriend to kiss him awake. Draco groaned for a moment, before growing awfully quiet. The shocked grey eyes looked at him for a moment, before they were covered by long nimble fingers.

“Merlin, I fell asleep, didn’t I?” Draco sat up, his hair disheveled and his robes rumpled. It was the fact that he was still wearing his robes, that let Harry know the truth; He really hadn’t meant to fall asleep, making him miss greeting Harry after the last exam of his Hogwarts career.

Not that Harry had needed the moral support. Divination was utter horsecrap and the exam even more so. But it would have been nice to meet up with Draco the way Ron had with Hermione. Seeing Draco catch up on some much needed sleep was nicer though.

“I’m afraid you did.” Harry kicked off his trainers and got in bed before Draco could get out. “But I can’t say I oppose to the idea of celebrating surviving our exams by taking a nap.”

Harry’s lack of sleep paled in comparison to Draco and Hermione’s, but he was still rather tired. And he would never voluntarily give up an opportunity to be spooned by Draco. His sharp features had softened after the war, and he was deliciously huggable now.

“Circe’s tits, Potter. That makes us sound like we’re eighty or something.” Draco pressed one hand to his forehead, but still used the other to pull Harry close. “Though it would be rather surprising if we lived to see that age.”

“I’d love to live to see that age with you.” Harry kissed Draco’s cheeks. Three hours of writing sappy bullshit predictions (Harry had basically used his exam to fantasize about a future with Draco, and he wasn’t even sorry. Trelawny loved romance anyway) had left him feeling romantic.

A dark blush coloured Draco’s face, and Harry kissed it. It felt just as warm as it looked.

“Uhm…” A rarity, but Draco seemed at a loss for what to say. Harry chuckled. “I suppose that would be alright. How did your exam go?”

He smiled at the change of subject. Draco loved hearing sappy things, but never too much at the same time. Because of the way he’d been raised, they always left him feeling rather awkward. “Crap. But it’s divination so no one cares.”

“True.” Draco shuffled so Harry could make himself more comfortable against his chest. “So I guess that means we’re done with exams now. Weird.”

“Indeed.” Harry yawned, feeling more tired than weirded out if he was being honest.

“Want to nap?” Draco raised a single eyebrow, and the second soon followed because even Draco’s facial muscles were tired now.

“That sounds absolutely divine.” Harry lowered himself just a bit until his ear was pressed against the spot where he could hear Draco’s heart beat. The sound always calmed him. He could listen to it for hours, if he didn’t fall asleep while doing it.

Gently, he intertwined his fingers with Draco’s. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Harry.” Draco spelled the curtains shut and pulled the duvet over the two of them. Then, as Harry had secretly hoped he would, Draco pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Have a nice nap, you idiot.”

Harry snickered, and made himself so comfortable that it just had to be illegal. Surely it couldn’t be possible to be this happy, and comfortable, and safe, right?

But somehow it wasn’t illegal, because he very much was that comfortable. And he loved every second of it. For the last time before he fell asleep, he nuzzled his nose against Draco’s chest. “You too, you git. You too.”


Not actually done with exams yet, I still have a history oral and another exam week coming up #fml. BUT that’s just as useless as divination, so whatever. I hoped you guys liked this! I feel like I am still a bit rusty from my break…

this is kinda crappy bc I wrote it at 5 am but enjoy!


It all started one cloudy afternoon in the shared 8th year common room. Harry was sitting on the couch facing the fire, Ron beside him, and Hermione on the floor. All working on a massive seventeen inch potions essay that had been assigned to them.

An faint banging noise was heard. The trio looked up and saw an owl outside the window closest to them, scroll tied around its leg.

“Well, there’s no use for all of us to get up.” Ron stated, looking from Hermione to Harry. The boys seemed to have entered some sort of staring contest, neither of them wanting to go open up the window.

“Oh, for goodness sake.” Hermione muttered under her breath before getting up and letting the owl swoop into the room. It landed on Harry’s knee. His face scrunched up in confusion. But I never get mail. Harry took the scroll off of the owls leg and it flew back out the open window, which Hermione then closed and sat back down again.

He shot looks at Hermione and Ron, who looked just as confused as he did, as he unrolled the parchment and read the letter written in neat handwriting.

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