Somebody broke into Gringotts. Listen. “Believed to be the work of Dark wizards or witches unknown, Gringotts goblins, while acknowledge the breach, insist nothing was taken. The vault in question, number 713, had in fact been emptied earlier that same day.”
How they look in Prisoner of Askaban is as close to perfect as they got in the movies. Harry’s hair is exactly how I imagined it, unruly and sticking up like James’ but not hideous looking like in GOF.
Pros of being in the Harry Potter fandom:
• Huge fandom that will probably never die.
• Lots of content to reblog.
Cons of being in the Harry Potter fandom:
• It’s so huge and old that if you think of a joke, you need to search it up to make sure no one has made it before, before posting it. Spoiler alert: they probably have.
Draco Malfoy was not the jealous type. He absolutely was not. That’s why, when he noticed Cormac McLaggen talking to Harry more than what seemed just friendly, especially for someone who Harry didn’t even consider a friend, Draco was totally cool with it. At least that’s what he told Harry.
Harry, of course didn’t buy it for a second. But as long as Draco tried to put on that act, he would play his game.
“Cormac asked me to get a butterbeer with him at the Hog’s Head at Hogsmeade this weekend. As friends, of course. Is that okay with you, love?”
Harry fought to conceal his smirk as Draco clenched his fists and jaw.
“Yeah. Fine. Have fun,” Draco grumbled through barred teeth.
Harry grinned at him.
“Thanks sweetheart. I’ll talk to you later.” Harry kissed his cheek for walking off.
Harry wasn’t actually going anywhere with Cormac. He hated the git and was annoyed that he started talking to him all of the sudden. He just liked to get a rise out of Draco and wanted to see how long he could keep this up.
Draco wiped his cheek where Harry had kissed him and glared at Harry’s back as he retreated.
The day everyone went to Hogsmeade, Harry found Draco, who wasn’t going, to check with him one more time.
“Draco, are you sure you’re okay with-”
“Yes, Potter. I told you at least five times that I don’t care what you do with bloody McLaggen,” he spat out.
“Alright. I’ll come find you when I get back so we can hang out later, okay?”
Harry chuckled as he walked away.
He just wandered around Hogsmeade with Ron and Hermione for a few hours before he decided to head back up to castle because he felt bad.
Harry had to force himself to hold in his laugh when he entered the Slytherin common room, which Draco had given him the password to, and saw Draco sitting in an arm char, scowling at nothing in particular.
Harry walked up behind Draco and kissed the top of his head.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“Nothing,” Draco muttered.
“Don’t lie. You’re upset about something. Tell me.”
“Leave me alone.”
Harry grinned and made Draco scoot over so he could sit with him.
Draco huffed and stood up, wanting to get away from Harry.
“What’s up with you, Draco?”
“Just mind your own business, Potter! Why don’t you go and hang out with McLaggen some more?”
Harry quirked an eyebrow, and Draco blushed.
“I thought you didn’t mind me and Cormac hanging out?”
“W-Well I don’t but…”
Harry stood up and slowly moved closer to Draco.
Draco glared at him.
“You know what! You know I don’t like it, you prat!”
Harry smiled and wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist.
“Stop smiling! I hate you, Potter!”
“No! You’re the worst! You-”
“Draco, I didn’t hang out with Cormac today.”
“I can’t believe you would- …wait, what?”
“I didn’t get a butterbeer with him. I was just messing with you because you said you didn’t care. I hate Cormac just as much as you.”
Harry smiled and lightly kissed Draco’s lips.
“You’re a git,” Draco mumbled.
“But I’m your git. And you love me.”
Draco rolled his eyes but smiled back at Harry.
“Merlin knows why,” he teased.
Harry chuckled and laced his fingers through Draco’s.
“Let me show you how much I love you,” Harry murmured before pulling Draco over to his bed to do just that.
Sirius taught Harry how to play an acoustic guitar and Draco often finds himself going to the lake to secretly hear Harry playing to Ron and Hermione. Harry knows Draco is there, but never says anything afraid that Draco won't show up anymore.
It’s the only way Draco feels calm, while listening to Harry play music. Some nights, Harry comes alone and plays, Draco thinks he does it to relax too, but he’s playing for Draco.