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It was in 1st year when Draco Malfoy finally got to meet his hero, Harry Potter. However he wasn’t ready to meet the realisation that Harry Potter didn’t want to meet him. He didn’t even want to be his friend, so it was from this day forth that if he couldn’t be his friend, he would be his enemy.

It was in 2nd year that Draco got to challenge Harry Potter in Quidditch and in a duel. But it was all to beat him right? Because Draco was better than Saint Potter. He wasn’t trying to impress him, was he?

It was in 3rd year that Draco heard the famous Sirius Black had escaped from Azkaban. A man who was his family and who intended to hurt Harry Potter. But he couldn’t do anything apart from let him find Harry. Anyway he wanted this, for once the famous Harry Potter couldn’t be helped. He most certainly wasn’t scared for Harry, he was scared for himself. Right?

It was in 4th year that for once when the name “Harry Potter” was called out Draco didn’t feel annoyed or angry, he felt anxious and this time he knew it. Even though Harry was his rival, Draco knew that he couldn’t lose him to a stupid tournament. So when Harry came back clutching the lifeless body of Cedric Diggory and screaming “He’s back,” Draco knew that he wasn’t lying. That Voldemort really was back and Harry has to fight him. He’s his only hope.

It was in 5th year that everyone believed Harry was lying, Draco of course didn’t but he had to pretend he did. He couldn’t let anyone know that he’d come to care for his rival. So of course he teamed up with Umbridge to help bring Harry down whilst all the while spending every second fearing when Voldemort will strike and take away Harry.

It was in 6th year that Draco realised he was in love. He was in love with the one person everyone around him had taught him to hate. But it was also in this year that Voldemort asked him to murder Dumbledore. From the start he knew he not only couldn’t do it but he wouldn’t do it. For once he wanted to be like Harry, he wanted to do the right thing. Even though he failed to complete the task Draco felt as though he had succeeded in doing the right thing.

It was in 7th year that everything fell apart. Everything Draco knew was crumbling around him, he didn’t know where Harry was and he was scared. For he was slowly starting to believe that Voldemort might win. The first thing that Draco felt when Harry Potter was thrust onto the Manor floor was relief. Even with a stinging hex Draco knew it was Harry, how couldn’t he? But Draco was still so scared for his entire future, he can’t have Voldemort win. So he said he couldn’t be sure if it was Harry because that’s what you do when you’re in love, you protect them no matter the consequences on yourself. Yet when Draco heard Voldemort utter the four words he never wanted to hear of “ Harry Potter is dead,” Draco felt as though his entire world was collapsing. But the thrill that surged through every vein of his when Harry jumped out of Hagrid’s hands was so intense that Draco’s whole body shuddered. Harry can win this Draco muttered to himself and the sense of unlawful joy that ripped through Draco when Harry did win was almost impossible.

It was in 8th year when everyone who fought in the war came back to retake their 7th year that Draco had the courage to express his feelings to a newly befriended Harry Potter. And thankfully, it was in 8th year that Draco felt at ease because for once he was doing okay. He had someone to love and the fact that they loved him back, well that was extraordinary.

Headcanon that Harry and Draco have been dating for about seven or eighth months, Harry said I love you during the fifth and he thinks Draco still hasn’t. He’s freaking out about it with Hermione one day and rethinking his whole life and his choices when she interrupts him and says “Wait what? Harry, he’s been saying it for months too.” and Harry I-can’t-speak-french™ Potter says “what? No he hasn’t.”
And Hermione almost pulls her hair out “Do you know what Je T'aime means?” “uh… that’s what he says all the time right.. no I don’t?” and the sound of Hermione’s forehead hitting the table could be heard.

Tastes Like Strawberry

Plot (Requested): Just some smut Draco x Reader.

Warnings: My first smut, sorry if it is bad. SMUT: Oral sex (female receiving), kind of public sex. Let me know if you guys want a part 2!

Word Count: 1.015.

Author’s Note: English is not my first language, so if there are mistakes I’m sorry. Message me and I’ll correct them. Also, thanks for almost 2K followers. You guys are making me really happy. My classes has just started, so I won’t be posting a lot. Sorry about that, but don’t give up on me!

Originally posted by tearswillalwaysfall

Originally posted by moan-s

The hallways were empty, what was quite useful for me and Draco. It was late, and we sneaked out our dormitories to hang out since none of us wanted to sleep. We ended up in the astronomy tower, the cold fresh air sending goosebumps up and down my spine.

“The sky is beautiful…” I said, looking up to the constellations.

“Not as much as you are.” Draco whispered in my ear and kissed my neck, hugging me from behind. I smiled at his silly complement and felt his arms pulling me more into him.

“That’s why you brought me here? So we could be alone and no one would listen if I screamed for help?” I asked, turning around to look in his Grey eyes.

“Believe me, Princess, if I was in intent to make you scream, it would be for more, not for help.”  He smiled sassy and kissed me. In that very moment it was like the whole world has vanished, and there was just the two of us, and I knew he felt that too. Being with Draco makes me feel good with myself and with life. I guess that’s what love means: to feel complete.

We were still kissing (who needs oxygen right?) when I heard an owl. I looked at the side of the tower’s balcony and saw Storm, my owl, with a package. I leaved Draco and walked to her, getting the small box from her hands and reading the note from my mom:

My dear, your idea for our garden worked. I’m sending the results. Miss you.

                                                                                                                              - Mom.

Curious, I opened the box to find it filled with strawberries, my favorite fruit of all. I smiled and felt Draco approaching me, trying to see what was it I had received. “I think I just found us something really good to do.” I said.

“Com’ sit here then.” He said, sitting in the ground and tapping his lap. I rolled my eyes and went to him. Although I would never confess, I loved when he was kinda bossy like that. It was just… Hot. There are not other words to describe it. I sat on his lap and got one of the strawberries from the box, handing it to him. When he went to grab it with his mouth I ate it. “Really Princess, you’re going to play this game with me?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said, innocently and grabbed another fruit. This time, I actually did teased him, eating that thing in the most sexy and insinuating way I could. I don’t think that looked like I pictured, but Draco seemed quite turned on, so I didn’t mind at all. “I’m just eating.”

“I’m going to ‘just eat you’ out any of these days.” He said seriously enough for me to believe. I knew he was messing with me back, because his words affected me like no one’s else could, but I wouldn’t loose, not this time.

“I bet I taste better than this things…” I said, biting another strawberry.

“I bet on that too.” He said, using one of his arms to position me better on his lap. “Actually, I know you taste away much better then these.” He said, kissing my neck softly and running one of his hands through my leg, dangerously close to my pussy. “In fact, I wouldn’t mind tasting you right now.” With that I felt his hand slipping inside my pants. His fingers teased me and I moaned. “Merlin’s sake, Princess. I haven’t done anything and you’re already this wet?”

I knew he was smiling victorious, but I couldn’t care less.

“Draco… Please…”

Say it once more, Baby Girl. You know how much I love it when you beg.” He took the box of strawberries from my hand with his free one and putted it aside as he kept teasing me. I moaned again, and heard him laugh. “Just ask Princess. That’s all you have to do.” He whispered, biting my ear lobe.

“Fuck me.” I begged.

“As you wish, my love.” His fingers found my clit, pressing it gently and earning a loud moan from me. “Be quite, Princess, or you’re not winning anything.” I bit my lip, trying to focus on staying shut, but it was quite hard when Draco’s fingers slowly started bumping on me. I felt myself getting closer as his rhythm speeds up, and when I was at the age he took his hand off me, leaving me feeling empty.

“What the fuck Draco…”

“I said I wanted to taste you, darling. That’s exactly what I’m going to do. I just need a better place…” He held my waist and apparated us to an empty classroom. “This will do it.” He said, trowing me upon the table and laying me down.

“What if someone cough us?” I asked, nervous.

“Be quite and no one will.” He said, smiling as he knew he was going to make it really difficult for me. He positioned his self between my legs, pulled my pants off and started kissing my thighs, slowly coming up. “You smell good. Fuck, how’s that even possible?” He whispered for himself and got to my panties, sliding them down and taking them off me. I was starting to get impatience when I felt him kiss me gently, just to get rough right after, sucking on my clit. I had to bit my lip to the point of it almost bleeding so I could be kept shut. He smirked and inserted two fingers inside me, thrusting fast.

“Draco… Fuck… I’m going to…” I tried to not scream his name.

“Come for Daddy Princess.” That nickname was all I needed to cum hard. Draco licked me up and then helped me sitting on the table. I tried to catch my breath and he smiled, probably proud of the good job he has done. “As I said. Better then strawberry.”

I laughed. How could he go from such a Sex God to a jerk, I’d never understand. But Merlin’s sake, I loved it.

Hi… my pet just died and I was wondering how Newt, Draco, and the Weasley Twins would comfort/cheer up their s/o.. Thanks.

Originally posted by caryfry

Newt has sadly dealt with this a lot over the years, he probably understands better than anybody just how close you and your pet were. He’d bring you a hot cup of sweet tea, with your favourite biscuits, before bundling you up and letting you cry into his shirt front, murmuring softly about the silly and sweet things that your pet used to do. 

Originally posted by imagine-everything41

Draco never really knew the joy of having a pet, but he understood how much you loved yours. He’d sit with your head on his chest, quietly stroking your hair, humming lightly, until you drifted off to sleep.

Originally posted by theraddivision

Fred would bring you a bar honeydukes chocolate, trying to cheer you up by reminding you of all of the funny memories you and pet had together.

Originally posted by victorianstory

George would bring you a mug of hot chocolate, and snuggle you into him, letting you sob or just lay there with him in the peaceful quiet, when you were ready to talk he was there to lend his ear.


Have a great day and be safe

Master list


Dear Journal,

Today Sirius helped me place my books in the library. I couldn’t wait to open my own little shop. I decided to name it “the Moon and Stars”. Sirius said he would help me paint the name on the facade of the building tommorow. I was placing books on the sci-fi shelf and Sirius was sitting on the floor going through romance books.

“I’m thirsty! Want some Lemonade?” He asked, standing up.

“Sure!” I smiled to him.

He walked upstairs to the kitchen and a few minutes later, I heard a glass break. Scared, I ran upstairs to see Sirius holding a letter in his shaky hands.

“Sirius.. What’s wrong?” I asked him.

“Mother is dead.” He said, frowning.

“What?!” I said, walking up to him.

“Sh-She’s dead. Mother’s gone.” He said, shaking.

“Come here..” I said, putting my arms around him.

“No.. No.. I shouldn’t be sad.. She was awful to me.” He said, getting angry.

“Sirius she’s your mother it’s okay to be sad..” i said.

“No! No! I-I need to go for a walk.. I-I need to be alone..” Sirius said, pushing me away.

“Sirius..” I said, but the door was already closed.

I waited for him to come back. There was a thunderstorm and I was scared. I kept looking at the clock from where I was sitting, hoping he would come back soon. I heared a thunder and jumped. I was terrified. But I was mostly worrying about where Sirius was. I sat on the floor next to the door and layed my back against the wall. Where was he? I held my legs close to my chest and let the tears fall on my cheeks.

“Where are you Pads.. I need you. I need to know you’re safe..” I whispered, crying.

A big thunder made me jump again.

“Pads.. Come back.. I’m scared..”

I then heard the door. Sirius. He walked in, soaked with raindrops.. or tears. He was still shaking. But this time, he was also crying. When he saw me, he fell on the wooden floor and hugged me.

“She’s gone.” He cried.

“I know.. I know.. It’s okay Sirius.. It’s okay to cry..” I said, wipping my tears off of my cheeks.

“But I hate her! Why does it make me sad?” He asked, looking deep into my eyes with his grey ones.

“She’s your mother Sirius. No matter what she will always stay your mother..” I said, brushing wet srands of hair away from his forehead.

“Poor Regulus.. He’s all alone..” Sirius said, crying even more.

“Shhhhhh… it’s okay, he’s with Sophie Remember? She’ll take care of him..”

“Okay… Remus I’m sorry, I left and you were worried..” he said, silent tears running down his cheeks.

“It’s okay.. You were angry and sad, I understand Sirius..”

“And.. And there was a storm! You must’ve been so scared! I’m sorry Remus..” He said hugging me closer.

“It’s okay Sirius.. You’re here now. You’re safe.. it’s all that matters..”

“Can you help me write to Regulus? I would like him to visit us for a while. Is that okay?” He asked, wipping his tears away.

“Of course It is.. Come on, we need to get you some dried clothes..” I said, helping him get up.

“I love you Remus.. I’m sorry I made you worry..” He said, his face burried in my chest.

“It’s okay baby.. Everything’s okay..”

March 27th 1978

Tattoo [S.B.]

Character: Sirius Black
Word Count: 532
Requested?: Yes/No
Summary: Sirius takes Y/n to get her first tattoo; an elephant with her sister’s initials within.
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

Note: This imagine was requested back in January. I found it when I was looking back through my asks and I am so sorry I forgot to add it to my waiting list! It isn’t very long as I’ve never even set foot into a tattoo parlour before so I have no idea what happens, but I hope the requester enjoys anyway! ❤️x

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“I’m so nervous about this,” you said to Sirius as you continued walking down the path into the village.

“Babe, I’ve had tattoos done and it doesn’t hurt at all, you’ll be fine!” Sirius assured you as he grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles.

He pushed open the door to the studio and stepped inside. The lighting was dim, pieces of colourful art lining the walls. Two large black tattoo chairs were positioned at the back of the room, with a desk to the right as you walked in.

“Hi how are you today?” A woman asked from behind the desk. Her arms were covered in colourful tattoos, reaching to the top of her neck and flowing out of the bottom of her short sleeves.

“We’re great! My girlfriend,” Sirius gestured to you, “Wants a tattoo today.”

The woman nodded as she flipped the page of her sketchbook over to a blank one. “What were you thinking of love?”

You glanced at Sirius, who was already smiling at you before replying, “An elephant, with my sister’s initials within the outline?”

The woman nodded, her pencil moving across the page with ease as she began sketching the basics of your tattoo.

Your eyes wandered around the walls, looking at the intricate detailing of each piece of art.

“Something like this?” You turned to look at the sketch, and couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your face when you saw it.

The tattoo was exactly how you had imagined it in your head. You couldn’t believe all the extra details she had added.

“That’s perfect!” You gushed. The woman smiled at you, “As soon as you’re ready, hop into one of those chairs and I’ll get the outline set up for you.”

Sirius grabbed your hand again and took you over to the chairs. You sat down and breathed out slowly, “I can’t believe I’m doing this!”

“I’m proud of you, baby girl. You’ll love it once it’s done,” Sirius said as he sat on a stool by the side of the chair.

The woman walked across the studio to where you were. “Where do you want your tattoo?”

You pointed to the place where you wanted it to be, and she placed the outline against your skin. She then grabbed the needle and smiled at you, “Are you ready?” “Yes, I think so,” you said as you held onto Sirius’ hand harder.

“Then let’s begin!”


“Do you like it?” Sirius asked as you looked at your new tattoo in the mirror. “I love it! Thank you so much for coming with me,” you said as you traced a finger lightly across your tattoo, careful not to hurt yourself.

“You’re welcome baby. And may I just say that it looks really good on you,” Sirius said with a smirk, one hand reaching to hold your hip.

“Thank you, now lets go and show the others! I’m excited for them to see!” You pulled away and began to rush out of the dorm door.

“Wasn’t the activity I had in mind, but I guess that’s good too,” Sirius said with a shrug as he followed you out of the room.



Being The Marauder’s best female friend

Remus Lupin:

falling in love with Remus Lupin would include…

Sirius Black:

being Sirius Black’s girlfriend would include…

Harry Potter Era

Harry x Draco:

Stay, Please

30 minutes locked down ~ Ron Weasley X Reader ~ Imagine

So this is the new imagine of the serie 30 minutes locked down. The reader is a little bit more sassy but is still sweet. Hope you like it.
Warning: The smuth is light but there and the language is there but not that much :)


̎ No I am not playing! ̎ you whispered shouted to your friend.

̎ Why not it’ll be fun! ̎ she answered excited.

̎ Because if Lavender picks Ron I will kill myself and I won’t survive either to 30 minutes of McLaggen tongue in my throat! And it won’t be fun! Your only saying that because you hope to spend the 30 minutes in Dean’s pants, but you have a chance on 10 to pick your crush and I’m not sure that an awkward 30 minutes spent to wait for the time to pass is productive I need to pack my trunk we leave tomorrow for Christmas! ̎

̎ But you’ve said it yourself Y/N! Lavender has a chance on 10 to pick Ron it won’t happen! Come one!  ̎

̎ I said no!  ̎

̎So who’s starting!  ̎ the game leader shouted.

̎Y/N!  ̎ responded your friend.

As everyone whistle and claps at you, you tell your friend to shove off, frustrated. Then the bag came and you put your and in it, anxious. You touched many things but nothing really caught your attention until a little fluffy thing brushed your fingers. You caught it and put it out of the bag revealing a maroon bobble of a knitted hat.

̎ Ron that’s you!  ̎ the twins shouted together.

̎ You see you got him Y/N!  ̎ your friend whispered in your ear as you turned red.

You join Ron on the other side of the room and went with him in the bedroom you would be locked for 30 minutes, not missing the obvious angry face of Lavender.

̎ So yeah, 30 minutes. ̎ Ron said to you on the other side of the bedroom.

̎ Yeah… ̎ you answered a shy look at Ron.

Then the light went off.

 ̎ Fuck! I forgot about that! ̎ you said worried.

̎ Is there something wrong Y/N?  ̎ he asked.

̎ Well, it’s just that I’m scared of the dark …. ̎ you answered afraid.

̎ Ok don’t worry, and follow my voice, you’ll be less scared if your not alone.  ̎ he said protectively.

̎ How do you know?  ̎ you asked walking toward his voice.

̎ My sister was afraid of the dark when she was younger so she would always sleep with my parents. She said that it was less scary with someone else. But don’t tell her I told you she would kill- ̎

 ̎Oups sorry Ron!  ̎ you told him as you hit his chest.

He hugged you in a protective way keeping you from falling from the collision.

̎ Are you okay?  ̎ he asked you.

̎ Yeah. I’m all right… ̎  As he slowly relesed his embrace you asked him:              ̎ Ron? Could we stay like that, it’s less scary if you hug me too ̎  you said blushing feircely. 

̎ No problem! I was right eh? ̎ he said  slowly closing his embrace.

̎ Yeah.. you were right ̎  

̎ Great! ̎ he responded gently.

Your ear was at Ron’s heart level, and you heard it beating faster after your request. Persuaded that you had made him uncomfortable you decided to loosen the atmosphere.

̎ I like your sweatshirt, it’s all soft. ̎ was the first thing you taught of.

̎ Thanks… My mom knitted for me last Christmas. I’ll probably have another one this year. I-If you want, I-I could give you this one? ̎

̎ Oh! That would be nice but don’t feel obligated, I just said it like that!  ̎ you respond lifting your head trying to see Ron’s face through the darkness. However, rather than seeing him you lightly blew your breath on his neck provoking goose bumps all over his body. His breath was heavier know. He slowly lowered his face brushing his nose on yours by the fact. You shivered at the touch but you didn’t move. Your body was completely paralyzed by the tension in the air between the both of you.

How could you knew that the deep kiss he would give you was what your body ever needed? You soothed into his arms and chest for a few second until you jumped, him grabbing your thighs, you his soft red hair. He pushed you onto the nearest wall, his hands going all over your body. You parted the kiss to prey on his neck making love bite by the fact. He tugged your shirt up until you just ripped it off and threw it somewhere in the room.

The next thing you knew, his shirt was off too and you both were on the bed making out passionately. You were on top of him and you parted the kiss to go lower and lower on his chest, leaving hickies all over, his groan getting louder as you went down. The moment you hit his ̎V  ̎ line, tugging his trousers down, you felt him hard through his pants.

But suddenly, a knock on the door indicated the 5 minutes left to the game.  ̎Damn it! ̎ he whispered shouted at the doors.

˵we better search for our cloths ˶ you told him.

˵right… let go.˶ he answered disappointment showing in his voice.

After a few minutes of research that leaded to nothing you told him in panic  ̎Ron! I can’t find my shirt!  ̎

̎ What?! But the door will open in seconds!  ̎

̎ I know but I can’t find it!  ̎

̎ Quick take my sweatshirt!  ̎

̎ But you’ll be in chest Ron!  ̎

̎ I like that better than you just in bra in front of all the guys!  ̎

You didn’t thought of that, so you silently thank Ron and put his sweatshirt on just in time. The door flew open and you saw Ron’s chest and went completely white to the sight of the hickies you had left. As you came out of the room, seeing your shirt on the pole of the four poster bed, the twins were louder than ever and Ron’s ears as red as you had ever seen them. But his smile was wide and the look on his face as he looked at you was priceless. He hugged you as the both of you left the room of requirement only looking at each other.  

˵ I’ll have to thank my friend tomorrow!˶ you told him.

˵Yeah? Why?˶ he asked you.

˵I didn’t wanted to play, I was afraid to see who would get you….˶ you said smiling shyly.

˵ In that case I should thank Fred and George because I didn’t putted anything in the bag, I didn’t wanted to play either.˶ he responded. ˵ I was about to leave actually, Mclaggen was getting on my nerve saying he would have you as a girlfriend after the game.

Originally posted by rozjozbrod

I’ve never actively drawn namjoon outside of a request so tomorrow as a special, i’ll be streaming my drawing of him for you guys~! Monstur x Grape Mon Special ;D

I might be drinking also, that is to be determined. But it’ll be around 10-11pm PST so please join me if you can. I’ll probably be going for a couple hours because it’s a decently detailed drawing <3


Originally posted by ksjknj

luna as a tattoo artist

just think about it:

- she gives ginny a stick and poke in their fourth year, the first tattoo she’s ever given anyone
- a tiny crescent moon on the inside of her forearm with magic color changing ink
- it tells ginny the weather, and glows when the weather is perfect for quidditch

- hagrid gleefully gets a tattoo from luna sometime in the fifth year
- on his inner ankle, a square of text tells him about the needs of the creatures around him
- he starts sitting with his ankle on his knee to more easily check it

- she gives harry a tattoo the summer before his eighth year
- a small horntail, but it moves from his chest to sit on his shoulder or cower in the crook of his elbow as it pleases
- it wakes him up from his bad dreams, and keeps him warm in the middle of the night

- she gives neville a tattoo before she was stolen into the malfoy’s manor
- it’s a ring encircling his middle finger
- the magic of it is simple, transforming into whatever word he needs to see most when he asks it

- seamus gets one not long after neville
- it’s a tiny bomb on his collar bone, ticking in time with dean’s heart

- hermione doesn’t want a tattoo at first, but as she grows closer with luna she asks for it very shyly in the middle of her eighth year
- it gently pulses with her heart on her shoulder blade, an hourglass on it’s side
- it will sometimes stand up and run sand, but only when hermione is very busy or stressed

- george asks for a tattoo that finishes his jokes, many years after the war, when he is an uncle and godfather
- luna refuses and instead gives him a non-magical tattoo, a china cup mended with gold over his heart

- draco, many years after luna is an established artist and healer, drops into her shop in diagon alley
- he asks her to fix his scar-slashed Mark, and she turns it into a sleeve of flowers, studded with snakes and turtles
- the flowers bloom with his moods, and shield him from hurting himself


-Doesn’t button his jeans when he’s at home. What’s the point?

-Messy, messy sheets. They’re cozier that way.

-Reads muggle tabloids as a legitimate source of news. It’s important to stay updated, you know.

-Stretches out all of Harry’s sweaters so they cover his hands. Smacks people with the sleeves.

-Cried at The Notebook. Won’t admit it.

-Opens the windows at night so he can listen to the traffic.

-Pencil chewer. Finger tapper. Temple-rubber.

-Cat person. Dogs terrify him.

-Very good at braiding. He braids Harry’s hair when he sits in front of him.

-Needs reading glasses. Won’t admit it.

-He can’t cook but he can make a mean cocktail when given the chance.

-Can get on the good side of literally any employee at any store. The king of unfair discounts. They all love him. Harry hates it.

-Would rather listen to the rain or the sound of Harry while he sleeps than music.

-Writes poems. He never shares them.

-Wins every game of Balderdash he plays. Every single one.

-Very much in love with Harry James Potter. He’s doing okay.