i seriously thought it was harry

I always thought that Magnus is just fixing Alec’s jacket. You know as the reason for him to touch him. But it was just about 5 minutes ago that I realize that he is stroking his cheek too. I never saw that he brushed his finger at Alec’s cheek. No surprise that Matt couldn’t keep straight face and smiled and blushed. 

Seriously, what is wrong with me when it took me so long to get some of their touchings? 

Foolproof

Can we just take a moment to imagine what would have happened if Draco had believed the rumors and articles about Harry and Hermione dating in fourth year? Like, yes, he knows that most of Rita Skeeter’s articles are made up, he’s one of her sources after all, but what if this one is true? And no, of course he’s not jealous, how can he be jealous of Granger? But damn it, they’re together all the time and it makes him sick, thinking about what they’re doing while they’re walking around the lake day after day.

So Draco comes up with a plan. A foolproof plan. He snatches a few strands of hair from Hermione’s robes one day after class and makes sure she’s headed to the library. He gulps down the Polyjuice Potion he prepared and hurries to find Harry. He runs into Viktor Krum, who won’t leave him alone and Merlin, why is he holding Draco’s hand? Sweet Salazar, he just kissed Draco’s hand! He’s extremely flustered and confused when he finally finds Harry.

There’s a quick exchange of,
“Hermione, I thought you wanted to go to the library?”
“Oh, I changed my mind, let’s take a walk around the lake.”

Draco smirks to himself when he and Harry are finally alone. He gets a bit irritated when Harry still hasn’t taken his hand and keeps blabbering about the Triwizard Tournament. Seriously, when does the snogging start? They’ve already rounded the lake once and Potter is still talking. Draco knows he’s running out of time, so he stops walking, grabs Harry by his robes and starts kissing him furiously. Harry lets out a gasp and freezes as Draco attacks his mouth.

Why isn’t Potter kissing him back? He still looks like Granger! When Harry still doesn’t move a muscle, it suddenly dawns on Draco that - Oh! Maybe they really haven’t done that before! Maybe Granger isn’t his girlfriend after all. Shit, what if Draco just made Potter realise he fancies Granger? As it turns out, Draco needn’t worry about that, because when he pulls back, he can see his reflection in Harry’s glasses and oh no! His hair! It’s not bushy and brown, it’s well groomed and blond! Without another word he turns on his heels and runs back to the castle.

In the following weeks, he refuses to meet Harry’s eyes and tries to avoid him as much as possible. On the day of the second task, Draco feels even more foolish. So Granger has been dating Krum? And Weasley is the most important person to Potter?

The next day, Draco is on his way to breakfast, when somebody suddenly grabs his wrist and drags him into an empty classroom. Draco blushes when Harry closes the door behind him and looks at Draco intently. Oh Merlin, is he finally going to confront him?

“You stupid prat,” Potter suddenly exclaims. “What have you done to me? Seriously, because all I could think about in the last few weeks was that bloody kiss!”

Draco just stares at him, not sure he’s comprehending what Harry is saying.

“And last night I dreamed you were the one on the bottom of the lake, not Ron.”

Draco’s brain registers the words, but not the meaning.

“What?” is all he’s able to say.  

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake,” Harry bursts out. He reaches out and takes Draco’s face in his hands. Draco has no time to react before Harry presses their bodies together and starts kissing Draco feverishly. After a few moments, Draco makes a high-pitched sound that he should probably be embarrassed about, but who cares? This is an even better outcome than he had hoped for!

Not that he doubted it would work for one second. His plan was foolproof after all!

The Types and Drinking Water

ENFP: Drinks from the toilet. It wasn’t even a dare or anything; they just wanted to know what it tasted like.

ENTP: “h20? More like h2-YO! Hahaha drink your water kids.”

INFP: Misses their entire mouth. Their over-sized sweater is utterly soaked, almost as if their nipples are tiny water falls. Shocked at this sudden development, they drop the glass and it shatters, covering the kitchen floor. Trying to tiptoe to safety, they carelessly slip on the water and onto the broken glass, nearly bleeding to death. As soon as they get discharged from the hospital they’re applying for an infomercial.

ESFP: Sticks their face right under the tap and desperately laps up the water like some kind of deranged and unsettlingly large house cat.

INTJ: * sips water* “ Disgusting. Tastes like licking a car. And you know why? The water we drink contains small traces of iron, zinc, copper, manganese and other metals. And you know who’s fault that is? Our inCOMPETENT GOVERNMENT.  THEY NEED TO STEP UP TO THE PLATE AND GET THEIR SH** TOGETHER. THEY’VE BEEN LYING TO US AS A NATION FROM THE BEGINNING OF TIME AND IT’S TIME FOR A CHANGE. 

See more of my conspiracy theories on my tumblr blog @anti-feminism-pro-atheism ( the one with red and black theme and the Rainbow Dash icon).”

ISFJ: Has been refusing offers of a glass of water from their friend’s parent for 10 hours now and they’re really reaching their limit. Will probably resolve to drinking their pee Bear Grylls style.

ESTP: Kicks off the faucet, throws it through the window, screams, and lets the broken faucet drench them all the way from their flat peak cap to their $400 basketball shoes, their perfect abs showing through their wet t-shirt. Uploads it to vine.

INTP: * aggressively sips water through a Krazy Straw* SUCC  ( ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ) 

ENFJ: *Makes it into Fit Tea™* “ This flattened my stomach, cleared my skin, watered my crops, improved my grades, brought Shakespeare back from the dead, got my parents back together, stopped war, solved poverty, and it tastes like Shrek in drink form GREAT. A discount code is in the description, guys! :D.”

ENTJ: Drinks the tears of all those ignorant fools they destroyed in the Spelling Bee last week. 

ISTP: They’re probably chained to a pillar in some empty warehouse as a result of a drug scandal. The only sustenance they receive is a mug of muddy water brought to them by a man in an anonymous mask twice a day. Free them.

INFJ: “Is this vegan?”

ISFP: Drinks the morning dew off the tulips and honeysuckle. It may sound whimsical in theory, but in reality seeing grown adult desperately licking wet grass and flowers in the town park is a rather unsettling experience. 

ESFJ: “Umm, tap water? No thanks. I only drink from my $20000 ultra healing magical energy quinoa infused crystals water filter I got off an infomercial thank you very much. The lady in the commercial says tap water gives you cancer and I trust her judgement. I even have her book, “ “vaccine” and “autisms” both haave six letter. Coinsidance? I think noot.”, wanna borrow it?”       

ISTJ: * Harry Potter Puppet Pals Snape voice* Today I drank some water for my breakfast. It was flavourless and watery. I thought of my mother. I cried.

ESTJ: Has one of those drink bottles with times written at different levels on the side to show you how much water you should be drinking throughout the day. It gives them a feeling of superiority knowing that their life is slightly more organised than everyone else.

June

GUYS I’ve decided to start posting my Drarry Recs at the end of every month all in one place (this was supposed to be posted on Friday; I’m already off to a great start). It won’t necessarily be NEW stories, it will just be ones I have read within that month and think everyone else needs to read as well! SO in no particular order:

O Sinners, Let’s Go Down by birdsofshore

  • Rated: Explicit
  • Word Count: 32.6k
  • Summary: It seemed like such a straightforward plan ‒ a trip to Suffolk to research his mother’s family tree and spend a few days relaxing by the seaside. Harry wasn’t looking for anything more than that. He certainly wasn’t looking for Draco Malfoy.
  • I did not know I had a thing for Draco as a priest until this story came into my life. Seriously. It’s the actual hottest thing. Wait until you get to the scene in the Confession Box *dies*

The Heart’s Honest Truth by @bixgirl1 and @carpemermaid

  • Rated: Explicit
  • Word Count: 16k
  • Summary:  “Don’t you think I would have gone to Pomfrey if I thought she could help me?” “Then what can I do?” “I nee—” Malfoy broke off with a soft grunt and a pained expression. He took a shaky breath and tried again, his voice wobbling. “Will you touch me, Potter?” Draco is cursed to speak in questions. Well…Spelled, thanks to the stupidly improper archival practices of the fourth century. Harry Potter is there to save the day, but Draco isn’t going to give in to his help so easily. Fortunately, the method of saving might be more satisfactory than Draco expected this time.
  • These two authors writing together is EVERYTHING! This fic is so sweet and hot and funny PLUS it has magical theory AND is Eighth Year. Seriously. What more could you want?

Playing The Hero by @l0vegl0wsinthedark

  • Rated: Explicit
  • Word Count: 29.4k
  • Summary: Nobody kissed me like Harry did. He kissed like he flew; he kissed like he dueled - with his whole being, not caring about anything else. I had never felt as vulnerable as I did when he kissed me, seizing all and any control I had over myself. But when Harry kissed me, I felt free…
  • I know some people are wary of first person POV fics but guys, Loveglows absolutely knocked this one out of the park. I can’t imagine this being done any other way; the emotions are so much more intense. The flashbacks are seamless and gahhh Harry’s an idiot and then Draco’s an idiot and it’s just wonderful to watch them figure it all out and come back together.

Uncaged by @0ctobersky13

  • Rated: Mature
  • Word Count: 19.8k
  • Summary: Although the craziness surrounding Scorpius’ and Albus Severus’ fourth year at Hogwarts tore Ginny and Harry apart, it brought Harry to a life of love and happiness with Draco Malfoy. A few years later, Draco is contacted about sensitive information regarding the death of Sirius Black. Tormented by the memory, Harry agrees to go with Draco to Azkaban to interrogate Death Eaters present during the break-in at the Department of Mysteries to find out the truth. Afterwards, Harry is taken from their home. The kidnappers demand the release of Death Eater, Walden Macnair, in exchange for information on his whereabouts. Draco and his team of Aurors use mobile phones, surveillance equipment, and vehicles to move through Muggle London trying to find him.
  • Read the triggers guys. Don’t be like me and get caught by surprise and end up ugly crying in a corner and sobbing about how in love Harry and Draco are. I was literally on the edge of my seat as I read this and if you’re looking for an intense fic with lots of feels, this is for you!

And We Are Revellers by professordrarry

  • Rated: Explicit
  • Word Count: 5.4k
  • Summary: “You know you have to buy him a proper gift, right?” Harry said finally. “Yeah,” Malfoy sighed. “I know.” What happens when Draco has failed at Birthday Gift giving? This, apparently. After all, Malfoys don’t give up that easily. Not when winning is on the line. Threesome, PWP, established relationship.
  • Okay so this is technically a threesome fic with Harry/Draco/Neville but it needs to be here because it’s brilliantly done and I’m so on board with this combo now, and also Draco trying to outdo Neville with presents is adorable.

Two Weeks by @shiftylinguini

  • Rated: Explicit
  • Word Count: 21.9k
  • Summary: If Harry had to guess which out of he or his Auror Partner, and tentative new friend, Draco Malfoy, would turn out to have Veela ancestry, his answer would be: neither, because that is ridiculous. Finding out the answer is actually him, and that his Veela heritage is wreaking havoc on his ability to work, sleep, and above all be in the same room as Malfoy, is a surprise to say the least. But this is fine. Harry’s been through worse, and he can just sit this one out, regardless of how much his body is screaming for the one person he doesn’t want to ask for help. Can’t he?
  • The UST guys the UST! I love fics where Harry and Draco are friends first, and when Draco is determined to help Harry. Their phone conversation when Harry is trying to explain his situation is one of my favourite scenes EVER.

Happy Birthday to Draco Malfoy by @mrbenzedrine89

  • Rated: Explicit
  • Word Count: 11k
  • Summary: Draco is convinced his friend is bisexual -the only problem is, Harry doesn’t know it yet. On Draco’s birthday, he takes it upon himself, with a little help from a lust potion, to figure out the truth.
  • Get a fan or a cold shower ready. I kept thinking wow that chapter was incredible, it can’t get more intense, but IT DID GUYS IT JUST KEPT GETTING BETTER

A Private Reason For This by @femmequixotic

  • Rated: Explicit
  • Word Count: 92k
  • Summary: When the wife of a star politician in the Scottish Ministry turns up dead just outside Hogsmeade, Draco Malfoy and his murder investigation team are called in from the Edinburgh Auror force to find her killer. What DCI Malfoy doesn’t expect, however, is to have an ex from two decades past end up in his murder room, endangering not only his case, but also his heart
  • A murder mystery, and Harry and Draco are exes with oodles of UST between them. The best combination. Femme is on of the best authors I’ve ever read, the details in her fics are so intricate and flawless, and this is one of those stories you literally CANNOT stop reading until you get to the end.

Homecoming by November Snowflake

  • Rated: Explicit
  • Word Count: 27.2k
  • Summary: Harry thinks spending two weeks as a guest lecturer at Hogwarts will offer the perfect chance to get away from his troubles. Then he meets his assigned faculty guide: Potions Master Draco Malfoy.
  • Professor Draco, and an adorable side pairing? A L L  T H E  H E A R T E Y E S! *swoons*

All Our Secrets Laid Bare by firethesound

  • Rated: Explicit
  • Word Count: 149k
  • Summary: Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on..
  • I just sat there in a daze when I finished this because what was I supposed to do with my life now??? Once you start this you absolutely won’t stop

Just Go With It by @l0vegl0wsinthedark

  • Rated: Explicit
  • Word Count: 3k
  • Summary: The prompt: Draco is a telemarketer who calls Harry trying to sell him stuff; phone sex ensues.
  • Honestly, if you’re not already reading this after the summary then I don’t even know.

The Compliment Game by @dorthyanndrarry

  • Rated: Mature
  • Word Count: 3k
  • Summary: Harry and Draco end up in detentions together with their new and decidedly odd Potions Professor who decides to inflict the most awful of punishments on them, a compliment game. 
  • This is so sweet and lovely and will make you smile like a total loon! All of Dorthyann’s fics are total feel goods, but this one just made my day when I was feeling down.

Flirting Is Hard When You’re Harry Potter by @dorthyanndrarry

  • Rated: Mature
  • Word Count: 1.4k
  • Summary: Every time Draco complains about Harry Potter and the wanker is in earshot, he agrees with everything Draco says. It’s absolutely abhorrent.
  • One of my favourite fluff pieces. Harry drives Draco nuts by insulting himself instead of insulting Draco back, but then Draco threatens to STOP and Harry is having none of that. *happy sigh*
  • Harry: Just finished cleaning off Hedwig's feathers.
  • Ron: Finally! I thought you'd be in your room forever.
  • Hermione: Ronald, do you seriously think he spent five hours cleaning feathers?
  • Ron: That's what he was doing, right?
  • Snape: Weasley, Potter obviously wasn't cleaning feathers all day. Hedwig was in the owlery.
  • Harry: Actually I was with Draco.
  • Hermione: What? Why?
  • Harry: I swear we didn't do anything!
  • Draco: Shut it, Potter. They've obviously caught on.
  • Ginny: Y-you're cheating on me with Draco?
  • Lucius: Draco, I will hear nothing of this! The Dark Lord will be furious!
  • Voldemort: OMG! You two are together? Since when? *squeal*
  • Lucius: The Fuck?!?
Only You

Hope you’ll like this!

Plot: Y/N cries over having seen Harry kiss someone else and he tries his best to comfort his friend. 

Warnings: None. 

Pic isn’t mine. 

My cheeks were flushed and felt sore just like my swollen and wet eyes did. I had been crying for much too long. The awful sense of disappointment shook my body for over half an hour now and all I could long for was for it to stop. Yet it seemed as though my heart wasn’t done yet.
It left Harry feeling helpless and distraught as he stood in front of the bathroom door. He’d been frozen there for the past twenty-eight minutes, his knuckles red and scratched from how many times he’d knocked and tried to get me to open for him. But there was nothing. In my state there was no way I would want to face him. I shouldn’t have come to this house party. Never before had I been this unhappy before.

With his eyes pressed shut Harry tried one last time, hissing under his breath as the contact of the back of his hand and the wooden door hurt. But after what he’d done, he supposed he deserved the pain if not much worse. 

“Y/N,” Harry tried for the fiftieth time, “Please.”

His stomach turned at the sound of my crying increasing and he felt as though his heart tried to break out of his chest. Never before had he felt so lost and frightened because of somebody else’s pain. But I wasn’t just anybody. Even though that was exactly how he’d made me feel. 

“Harry, please go,” I croaked, finally finding the guts to talk to him, even if it was through the closed door, “I swear I’m not mad at you or anything. Just… give me a moment.”

At that he frowned. “Not mad at me? Y/N, you stormed away the moment you saw me with Amy and you’re saying you’re not mad?” 

Of course I was mad. My anger wasn’t directed at him however, but at Amy. The girl who I had told that I loved Harry more than any friend should, that I wished for him and I to get together someday. The girl who’d reacted to that information by kissing him right in front of me. 
I shouldn’t have been surprised. Amy… she took what she wanted without concern for anyone else, not even somebody she was on friendly terms with. And of course she wanted Harry the by far handsomest guy in our friendship group, who had the kindest heart and whose wit could come up with the best jokes. 
Still, it had surprised me greatly to see them kissing. The image burned my mind and I shut my eyes in attempts of deleting it from my memory.
But I couldn’t and she kept on sneaking her way back into my head.
Her hands in his short brown hair, her chest pressed to his front tightly and her legs on either side of his waist as she sat straddling him. Her tongue in his mouth as she bit and licked his lips hungrily. 
So greedy, I thought as more tears fell from my eyes. She didn’t treat him half as gently as Harry should be treated. 

“Love.” I heard Harry whine once more. “Please let me in. You’re hurting me with shutting me out.”

My fingers shook but I forced myself to splash some tab water into my red face, cooling my skin down before reluctantly opening the door.

“Please, Harry. Just go, I don’t want you to see me like this and there’s nothing you have to say or do to-”

Before I could finish his arms were around me and my head was tucked into his neck, face pressed right against the warm and soft skin of his so oI could breath him in. And I let him hug me happily and embraced him just as tight, relieved but crying once again at the same time.
He was so kind and good. Patient with me even after the scene I’d just caused and he didn’t even ask what was wrong. I wished that if we weren’t going to be a couple than I could at least become more than just any friend to him. 
With quiet hushes he tried to soothe me and I laughed through my tears when he began to sway us back and forth. Shamelessly I nestled into his chest and smiled when his quiet laugh rumbled through him. 

“Tell me what I can do,” Harry spoke lowly into my ear, “Please. Want to make it okay again. M’so sorry, Y/N.” 

I shook my head. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” 

He flinched at the noise of footsteps coming up the stairs and towards us. I jumped away from him, involuntarily taking a step back into the bathroom and shook my head. The thought of Amy seeing me like this frightened me and I could already imagine her evil grin.

Harry acted quick and grasped my hand. “Whoever’s coming surely wants to use the toilet. C’mon.”

He pulled me into his side and lead me towards one of the bedrooms in the house, shutting the door after us quickly once we were both inside. Sniffling I took a seat on the big kingsized bed and tried to somehow find a way how I could justify my complete breakdown. 

Harry was just a friend. No matter my affection for him, he didn’t see me as anything more and we weren’t that close either. All of this meant that he didn’t owe me anything and that I had no right to run away and cry after witnessing him kiss somebody else. 
The mattress dipped when he sat down next to me and I shuddered when his hand squeezed my knee. 

“I didn’t want to kiss Amy.” His voice was quiet and apologizing. 

I huffed and shook my head before turning to briefly leaning my head against his shoulder before pulling away again. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Do what?”

“Apologize. Find an excuse. You’re single, at a party… and Amy is hot. You can do whatever you want.” 

A frown formed on his face. “I know I can. But as I just said I didn’t want to kiss her.”

I took in a deep breath. His words were a relief and slowly the horrible ache in my chest lessened. “Okay.” 

“She just…” Harry paused before releasing a short laugh, “She sort of tackled me. And she’s much stronger than she looks as well so I couldn’t just push her off.” 

“Poor Harry,” I murmured, my voice still thin, “Attacked by an attractive girl.” 

“Should I be jealous over how appealing you seem to find her?” Harry asked, wrapping an arm around my shoulders before his lips pressed to my temple in a soft kiss. 

My breath hitched. Jealous?

“What-” I sniffled, “What do yo mean by ‘jealous’? Why would you-”

“Well you seem awfully interested in how pretty she is while all I would want to hear is what you think of me. Why you start to cry when I’m with someone else, for example.” 

Harry smiled at me and unlike my expectations, I didn’t care if he knew anymore. My actions had said enough already anyway, I might as well just own up to it. I huffed and shook my head.

“You know I think you’re amazing,” I admitted quietly, “I’ve made it awfully obvious and tonight it all peaked.” 

Harry’s eyes widened at my words and I hesitated to meet them, relieved when I saw him smile. Slowly I pulled away and turned to sit on the bed in a cross legged position, facing him. 

“I have feelings for you and Amy knew that. I guess I started to cry because I… because I couldn’t believe that she made a move on you and it hurt to see you embraced by and kissing her. Not when-” I stopped, looking away and at my fingers, “Not when I wanted to be the one who gets to do that.”

Silence. Harry’s breathing increased and slowly his hand reached out for mine. “Y/N-”

“Look, Harry, I know this is a lot and I’m sorry that I caused such a scene. You surely didn’t expect this to be how your night would be and I’m just really sorry I reacted so dramatic and-” 

Suddenly and completely unexpected I had his lips pressed to mine. They were warm, so much softer than I’d imagined and kissing my mouth so tenderly my heart fluttered. I jumped back. 

“What are you doing?” I asked, shocked.

Harry chuckled nervously, my reaction causing his confidence to crumble slightly. “Kissing you?” 

“Why?” I was stunned. He’d just had an attractive Amy throw herself at him and a snotty, red faced girl confess her crazy feelings for him. And he chose the snotty girl?

My heart fluttered when the back of his hand gently brushed my cheek. 

“How oblivious can you be, huh?” He smiled and shook his head. “I told you didn’t want to kiss Amy. I ran after you the moment I saw you cry and my stomach is in painful knots, which I know will only lessen once I know you’re no longer tormented with worry.”

His hand squeezed mine. My hear pounded heavily in my chest. 

“You… do you like me?” The question sounded silly and stupid, but my head had difficulties making sense of the situation. 

Harry grinned. “Yes. Isn’t that obvious?” 

Momentarily time stood still. Harry. He liked me? He… chose me over Amy?

“But,” I began, my frown deepening, “I’m all snotty and just cried in front of you. And she’s-”

Harry rolled his eyes. “We seriously got to work on your confidence, love.”

I laughed. His hand cradled my cheek and this time he leaned in slowly, brushing his nose against mine and giving me a moment to get used to the thought of him kissing me. Though really how could anyone get used to that. He was Harry for crying out loud. 

I smiled when his lips found mine and so did he, making the kiss even more heart warming than the one before. My hands found his neck, his moved to my hips and soon we were full on making out on the bed. How surreal it all seemed and I couldn’t feel more happy. 
Out of breath I turned my head and gasped when his mouth moved to kiss my neck and jaw. 

“Don’t want-” he began to mumble, mouth still pressed onto my skin, “anyone else. Want only you.” 

My hands squeezed his shoulders. “I only want you, too.” 

“It’s settled then.” Harry pulled back and looked at me, eyes sparkling and lips, though slightly swollen, stretched in a bright smile. “You’re making me so happy, Y/N. So happy.”

Hope you enjoyed this one shot. I wrote it in one go and completely spontaneously so excuse any mistakes as it hasn’t been proof read. Love you all! xx

This is my masterlist: 

http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/144920695218/masterlist

1000 witnesses
  • Harry: I thought we agreed this was going to be a small gathering.
  • Draco: We did.
  • Harry: You call 1000 guests small?
  • Draco: I need as many witnesses as possible!
  • Harry: For what?
  • Draco: For when you finally become a Malfoy!
  • Harry:
  • Harry: Wait, we're not just having a garden party?
5

Keep Your Enemies Closer (7k) by jackstylinson

Someone walking into the bathroom interrupts Louis’ inner monologue. Of fucking course. Harry notices Louis and smiles. He fucking smiles all dimply and bright and for a split second Louis is taken back in time to when they were best friends and how he used to be such a sucker for that smile. Louis’ eyes harden at the thought.

“Hey Lou,” Harry chirps. His voice is soft and gentle, just like it was five years ago, no trace of animosity.

“Hey,” Louis says not looking at him, but at his own reflection straightening his Black Sabbath T-shirt.

“How’ve you been?” Harry asks, running a hand through his hair.

Louis can’t help but snort. “Seriously? You actually care about how I’ve been?”

Harry looks taken aback by Louis’ reaction but recovers easily, “Of course I do,” he says sounding genuinely surprised that Louis would think otherwise.

Or:  Harry and Louis have hated each other for almost five years, until they don’t.

So I'm reading the Harry Potter books for the first time in like 7 years so I thought I'd post some of my thoughts as I read if that's alright with you

Thought #1

So this first chapter is set on November 1, 1981 which, according to the book, was a Tuesday. I guess they didn’t have iPhones back in the 90s because, according to the calendar app on my phone, November 1, 1981 was a Sunday.

Oops. Sorry, J.K. Rowling.

In all seriousness though, it’s an honest mistake. It was the early 90s right when she wrote that so it’s not like she could’ve just looked it up on the internet.

But still, it’s kinda funny.

Still, let’s pretend it was a Tuesday. McGonagall spent all day watching the Dursleys. Except it would’ve been a school day so she should’ve been at Hogwarts teaching. Or who knows? Maybe Dumbledore gave everyone the day off to celebrate. But that kinda brings up another point: it had only been 4 years since James and Lily left school so like what about the fifth, sixth, and seventh years who would’ve known James and Lily (they were Head Boy and Girl after all and James played Quidditch)

anonymous asked:

you dont gotta do this but id rly like to see Alex calling out Maggie for standing on her tippy toes in pictures so they are the same height! It seems cute in my head... Thanks!! love your fics!!! <3

“Oh my god, Maggie, get down.”

“Um, Danvers, we’re kind of… in front of your sister… and all our friends…”

Alex takes a moment to get it, and when she does, her jaw drops open and her eyes go wide and she turns beet red.

“No, not – Jesus, Sawyer – I meant get off your tip toes!”

Maggie’s eyes get wide and innocent, and James rests his camera on his hip in resignation and exchanges bemused and slightly terrified grimaces with Winn and Kara, because lord, this might take a while.

Because all of them had been perfectly happy to get away with it. With trying her best to look as tall as Alex in pictures.

Kara had even stood behind her and lifted her slightly once or twice to spare her calves.

But Alex Danvers loves everything about her girlfriend. Everything. Including how her stature makes Alex feel strong – though she knows, of course, that Maggie can and does kick some serious ass – and like she can protect her, like she can hold her, like she can dote on her, like she can toss her arm around her and just wrap her up and let the world know mine, mine, mine.

And if she likes to record that feeling in photographs, she should be allowed to, shouldn’t she?

She won’t be thwarted by Maggie standing on her tip toes and thinking her secret agent girlfriend doesn’t notice.

“I don’t… I’m not on my tip toes, come on, Danvers.”

Maggie glances around the family for support.

Kara suddenly has found something very interesting to stare at on the ceiling, Winn has suddenly gotten a very urgent text, and James bravely – probably because his Guardian suit is in the bag on the couch – furrows his brow, purses his lips, and pumps a supportive fist at Maggie.

“I saw that, Olsen.”

“See Alex, I think you might be imagining things. Imagining Maggie standing on her tiptoes, imagining me doing something out of the ordinary just there…”

Alex swings her arm off of Maggie’s shoulder and starts toward James.

“Give me that camera, Olsen.”

He backs away quickly, backwards, and reminds Winn forcibly of that scene in the last Harry Potter movie when Hermione demands Harry give her wand back and – even though she’s unarmed – he scampers away from her with the kind of terror he’s never shown Voldemort.

“Relax, Guardian, I’m not gonna destroy it, I just need proof.”

He lets her snatch it from his hands to avoid doing it damage, and he winks at Maggie over Alex’s shoulder.

“Seriously, James?” Alex’s indignation spreads across the whole apartment.

“None of these pictures have our feet in them? Even the full body shots? None of them? Come on. I thought you were supposed to have a Pulitzer Prize or something.”

“Hey, listen, I was told to take great pictures of you two. I wasn’t told they had to include your combat boots.”

Maggie beams at him behind Alex’s back, and Winn gives her a secret solidarity high five while Kara adjusts her glasses and tries to take her sister’s faux-rage seriously.

“Maybe Maggie’s just trying to be closer to your pretty face, Alex,” she offers, and Alex quirks her lips off to the side as she turns toward Maggie.

“Is that what it is, babe?”

“No idea what you’re talking about, Danvers,” Maggie maintains staunchly.

“You know what then? Fine. You wanna not look shorter than me. Come here, you.”

“Alex what – “

But Maggie’s sentence turns into a laughing shriek, and suddenly her arms are around Alex’s neck and Winn and Kara are cheering and James is adjusting the camera Alex had thrust back in his hands and snapping photograph after laughing photograph.

Of Alex with Maggie in her arms, bridal style, laughing.

Alex with Maggie in her arms, staring into each other’s eyes like no one else had ever existed or ever would exist again.

Alex’s hair falling over her face as she kisses Maggie like her sister isn’t desperately adjusting her glasses just a few feet away.

Alex setting Maggie down and standing behind her, head over Maggie’s shoulder, smiling into the camera like she’s never been this happy in her life, and Maggie holding Alex’s hands – which are wrapped around her waist – and smiling the same exact way.

Alex turning her face and kissing Maggie’s cheek, and Maggie swooning and giggling back into her strong hold, the most brilliant of smiles on her face.

Winn and Kara leaping behind both of them, mouths wide open in hilarity, as Maggie turns her face to kiss Alex’s lips.

Every single photograph gets framed, and Maggie never feels the need to stand on her tip toes next to Alex again.

Except when she needs to kiss her, of course.

Because that? That is just perfect.

“Flat out” - h.s. Part 3

Part 1 / Part 2 

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Before Harry came back to London, you had always enjoyed that your flat was kind of a drama free zone. You never invited anyone over, except for Felicity who came over on weekends to study, and you always had a sense of clear calm and peace to have your work zone and just enjoy yourself.

But when Harry came back for longer than just a couple weeks, things did become different. You didn’t mind though considering it was technically his apartment, and it was just his space as much as it was yours. But you knew that the only reason the flat had been so quiet was because you had been the only one in it. And now that Harry was back, you both found a way to express yourselves through some louder words every once in a while.

With the arrest of diTorino and his buddies, you really didn’t feel unsafe in any way. But that didn’t seem to matter to Harry as he drove you in silence back to the flat you shared. He was quiet, a brooding angry quiet that you didn’t want to mess with, and you decided not to allow it to bother you in any way as you dropped your keys and shoes at the front door and made your way inside.

You’d seen Harry angry on multiple accounts. There had been the whole cupcake fiasco at Liam’s birthday two years ago, and then that paparazzi that had almost knocked you over during your time in Canada. And though it was scary at times, you never took it that seriously because you knew he was nothing more than a softy on the inside.

So you didn’t take it into thought as Harry slammed the door behind you while you walked over to the kitchen.

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Chamber of Secrets...
  • Fred & George: *pushing Harry through crowd of students* Make way for the heir of Slytherin! Seriously evil wizard coming through...
  • Percy: It is not a laughing matter!
  • Fred: Oh, get out of the way, Percy! Harry's in a hurry!
  • George: Yeah, he's nipping off to the Chamber of Secrets for a romantic dinner with his boyfriend.
  • Percy: ... Huh. For a second there I thought you were going to say something like 'fanged servant'.
  • George: Same thing, really...
  • Draco: Weasley!!

anonymous asked:

You look really tired

I didn’t plan on banging on my boyfriend’s door at 4 AM, smashed out of my mind, but as it was I had had way too many tequila shots and now the bar was closed and instead of going home I was at Harry’s house.

“Baby, wake up!” I yelled as I banged on the door, “I’m sorry! Let me in! Just wanna see you!”

It took about ten minutes of this, plus a few ignored calls to his cellphone before the door swung open and I was greeted by my very grumpy boyfriend. He was shirtless and his hair was all over the place as he glared at me. I reached up to trace the imprint of his pillow that was currently on his cheek and giggled, “You look really tired.”

He pushed my hand away, “Well, it’s 4 AM and I was sleeping before someone decided to create a ruckus outside my house.”

I giggled again, “Ruckus… What a fun word.” I kept laughing and ended up swaying, causing me to lose my balance.

“Easy!” Harry reached out and steadied me before sighing and pulling me inside. “How much did you drink tonight?”

I hiccuped. “Not sure. Lost track.”

“C’mon.” He guided me to the kitchen, stifling a yawn, “Let’s get you something to eat.”

I frowned as he sat me down at the table, “Aren’t you mad at me?”

“Yes.” He said without looking at me, rifling through the refrigerator. “But it would be very hard to be mad at you if I had to bring you to the hospital for alcohol poisoning.”

We had had a fight earlier in the evening, resulting in me storming off and getting drunk. It was a stupid argument, really. Well, not exactly stupid, I guess, depending on who’s side you were on.

He pours me a glass of water from the Brita pitcher and sets it in front of me. “Drink.”

I smirk, “Got any vodka?” He glares at me. “Kidding, jeez.” I murmur and roll my eyes before taking a sip of water. “What a grump.” He turned back to the fridge, “Harry, I’m really sorry. For what I said earlier.”

“That’s not the point.” He took out some bread and jam before turning to the cupboard and grabbing some peanut butter. My favorite drunk snack. “I don’t care that you said some… not nice things. I care that you made that decision without me after you told me you were doing the exact opposite.”

“It wasn’t your decision to make!”

“I’m not having this argument again.” He spread the peanut butter on the bread. “I’m too tired.”

“If you wanted a girl to follow you around wherever you went then you chose the wrong one.”

He pushed the sandwich over to me, “That’s never what I wanted and you know it. I just thought it’d be nice to spend the summer together and I’m worried about you. You’re working too hard. You need a break.”

I raised my eyebrows before taking a bite of the sandwich, “Me? I’m working too hard? That’s rich coming from you.”

He sighed, “Chew and swallow, love.” I listened, but glared at him the whole time. “Good girl.” He yawned again.

“I’m not a dog.” I muttered before taking another bite.

He shook his head and walked away from the table, “Come to bed when you’re done.”

“No, wait!”

He turned, “What?”

I put down the sandwich, “I don’t… I don’t want to go to bed mad at each other. S’why I came here instead of going home.”

“Sweetheart…” He walked back over to me and curled a piece of hair behind my ear before cupping my chin, “If we couldn’t settle this while you were sober I don’t think we’ll make much progress with you in your current state.”

I grabbed his hand and held it in my lap, playing with his fingers, “You didn’t come find me. You always come find me.”

He sat down in the seat next to me, “Didn’t think you wanted to be found, love. You made it very clear when you left you didn’t want to be around me.”

I smiled shyly at him, “I was lying.”

He gave me a small smile and gently ran the back of his knuckles across my cheek, “I think you’re going to wake up tomorrow and regret telling me all this.”

“I know I promised I’d spend the summer traveling with you, but I just… this is the biggest opportunity I’ve ever had. I’m never going to be offered a job like this again. I can’t turn it down.” I trailed off as I looked at him. He looked so sad, but there was also understanding somewhere in those eyes. “I’m sorry.”

He shrugged, “It’s fine, just wish you had told me sooner.” He lightly patted my thigh, “I am really proud of you, love. I hope you know that. I’m just selfish, want you all to myself.” He gave me a small smile, but I could see he was still upset.

“I get that you wanted to spend the summer with me, but this feels like there’s something else bothering you.”

He watched me for a moment, “You’re going to laugh at me.”

I shook my head, “Won’t, I promise.”

Harry sighed, “I’m just afraid… You’ll fall out of love with me if we don’t see each other over the summer.”

I stared at him, “Do you really have that little faith in our relationship?”

“Well… No… I just…” He started to smile, “I guess, when you put it like that, it does sound a bit silly.”

“Yeah.” I smiled, “Very silly.” I leaned in and kissed him.

“Mmm…” he pulled away, frowning in thought as he smacked his lips together, “Tequila?”

I laughed, Harry had a talent for guessing my drinks just from kissing me. “Correct.” I pressed another quick kiss to his mouth, “In all seriousness I am so ridiculously in love with you and nothing will ever change that. Okay?”

He nodded and pressed his lips to my forehead. “I’m sorry. I love you.”

“Next time tell me what’s really bothering you first so I don’t have to suffer through a hangover to figure it out.”

He laughed, “Good idea.“

Harry Looks Better Than Me in Short Shorts

Let’s get started.

If I’m not mistaken, this started it all.  I mean, what the hell Harry, they weren’t short enough so you had to roll them?  I’m not complaining though.  In fact, good idea.  Great idea.  Do it again.

He did it again.  I don’t even know what this outfit is.  All I know is I love it and he should probably wear it again.  Keep rolling your shorts. And keep letting the butterfly and birds fly free.  Please and thank you.

He rolled them again.  I approve. And also I’m jealous of his legs.

Right about now is where I tend to black out because yellow shorts.

Everything’s blurry.  I can barely see.

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Watch The Counter

I owe this whole thing to @pretentious-git on Tumblr who posted a prompt/imagine and then let me take it into my hands.
“Okay but imagine Draco just walking into the Slytherin dorms all dramatic like and wailing about Harry to his friends and for once no one tells him to shut up so he just talks and talks but they’re all totally giddy for once because someone tipped off Harry and rigged up a spell for a word-counter in the Gryffindor dorms, so Harry’s sitting in his dorm room watching this little counter climb higher and higher because every number counts for Draco saying either ‘Harry, Potter, or Harry Potter’ in a sentence and Harry can’t believe it when he watches the counter go from 5 to like, 13514 in one night.”
I want to thank you so much for letting me use and play with this.

Draco had been pining over Harry for years, and the Slytherins are tired of hearing about it and need to get some fun. No one knew exactly how it was going to end.


Harry’s eyes widen as his arm is gripped tightly by someone and he is pulled into an empty classroom. His eyes gaze at the hand on his arm before following the limb, his gaze meeting no other than Pansy Parkinson’s hard glare. Pulling his arm away swiftly from the Slytherin’s grasp, and opening his mouth he tries to find his words before realizing he can’t find them and closing it again. Pansy smirked while watching the Gryffindor’s confidence waver slightly. “Don’t worry Potter. I’m not here to hex you. I have something you may be interested in knowing.” This catches the green-eyed boy’s attention, causing his words to come rushing back to him. “What could you possibly have that I would want?” He says, his hand loosely wrapping around his wand as a caution though his curiosity is beginning to take over more and more. “It’s about Draco. He goes on and on about the boy-who-lives, and it’s been driving all of us Slytherin’s crazy since the first year when you rejected his handshake. However, it has gotten worse. I thought we could maybe have some fun with this, however, a way of keeping any of us from drowning him in the lake if you will.” she says her voice completely serious much to Harry’s surprise. He looked at the Slytherin in front of him quizzically before speaking again. “Um, I don’t know what to say to that. What do you expect me to do in this little scheme of yours? I would also like to add that there is no way Malfoy would talk about me of his own free will unless it was to make fun or plot some evil scheme.” As he finishes, he attempts to erase the slight blush he knows is beginning to grow on his cheeks. A cunning and confidence filled smirk growing bigger on the Slytherin girls features. “Wanna bet Potter?” she asks, a daring look in her eye. The Slytherin in Harry begins to stir at the challenge. “Sure Parkinson, you’re on.” She smiles and pulls out a piece of parchment from her bag, scribbling a few words on it before handing the paper to the boy. “Here. If you say these words a number counter will appear and display anytime, he says your name in any form. Beware of what you’re about to realize Gryffindor.” She says, a knowing look taking over her features as she throws her long black hair over one shoulder and walks out of the room, leaving Harry to stare down at the paper with a weird feeling stirring in his stomach.

Walking into the Gryffindor common room, Harry flops down on one of the oversized chairs, his mind still on the parchment folded in his robe pocket. “Oi, Harry you alright there mate?” Ron says forcing Harry out of his trance, his head wiping toward the red head. “Sorry, I’m alright. I was just thinking about something from earlier.” The redhead nods before turning back to his game of wizard chess with Seamus, who was sitting on Dean’s lap next to the fire. “Hey, guys do you mind if I try this spell?” Harry asks the small group who were hanging out in the common room. They all turn towards Harry at his question; eyebrows quirked up as a response. Sighing the raven haired boy wiped a hand down his face before speaking. “I was cornered by Parkinson, and she told me something interesting, she also gave me this spell to prove her point.” At the mention of the infamous Slytherin everyone’s attention being drawn to him entirely, books and chess games momentarily forgotten. “What was her point?” Dean asked into the silent room. Harry let out another sigh, “She says that Malfoy talks about me nonstop, and apparently in a nice-ish way. I bet her that she was wrong, so she handed me this paper with a spell that will tell us every time he says my name.” There were hums of acknowledgment throughout the room before Ron bursts out “Well on with it man! If nothing else it will give us the inside scoop into the Slytherin’s nest if we ever need it.” Harry nodded and took out the parchment along with his wand, casting the spell. When he finishes the words, a small screen appears above the fireplace along with what seems to be a score counter. As everyone’s heads turn towards the screen, they realize that it is the Slytherin commons room and dorms. When nothing else seemed to occur after a few minutes, everyone turned back to their books and games, including Harry who pulled out his potions textbook and parchment, starting on a long night of essay writing.

Harry’s eyes snap open at the feeling of someone shaking him awake. As his eyes focus on the room around him, he sees Ron standing in front of him while Dean and Seamus have turned around to look above the fireplace and Ginny and Hermione have joined the guys and are sitting on one of the couches, also staring up at the fireplace. “Sorry mate, I didn’t mean to startle you but stuff started happening on the screen.” Ron says as he makes his way back over to the couch he had been sitting on before. Wiping the sleep from his eyes before looking up at the screen displayed on the wall surprised when his eyes make contact with the counter seeing that it’s already showing the number 10, as his gaze raises higher he sees Draco pacing in the middle of the emerald and silver common room. “Can we turn the sound on?” Harry asks, his voice coming out a bit raspy from sleep as his gaze meets Hermione’s. She nods and points her wand at the display causing the young Malfoy’s voice to echo throughout the room. ” Why does Potter always have to be such a righteous prat? ” The blonde said, his eyes locked with Pansy and Blaise who were sharing an armchair, his voice indicating he was talking to the room. “ He may have the Potter name but he’s nothing more than a royal pain in my arse. ” Harry’s eyes switched to the counter seeing the number getting higher. A weird feeling beginning bubbling in his chest, which he quickly pushed down his gaze going back to the video. “ All I heard in the hallway on my way here was Potter this, Potter that. It’s like he’s the Chosen One or something. I mean who chose him? Why would they chose someone like Potter to be our world’s Savior? I mean have they seen the little shit? In just one year he fainted over 35 times. What is he? A fangirl or something? ” The blonde rants out all in one breath his pacing coming to a stop as he dramatically throws himself into a chair opposite Pansy and Blaise. Closing his silver eyes he starts ranting again, his voice a little quieter than it was even though the entire commons room is still able to hear him, silent eye rolls passed between students as the blonde drowns on. “ I mean some days I just want to shove him against a wall and kiss him. Other days, however, I just want to push him against a wall. It all depends on how heroic he intends to be that day. Seriously, kill him or kiss him. Does anyone else have this problem when it comes to our Saint and Savior Scarhead? ” At the Slytherin’s confession everyone’s head in the crimson and gold common room turn to look at Harry, the raven-haired boy’s face turning almost a Weasley shade of red as his eyes continuing to stare unblinkingly at the video in front of him as the blonde continues to say things that he never thought he would hear from the young Malfoy. “ You wanna know how it should have gone back in first year? ” The blonde asks to the room, many groans heard even though it was their collective idea to let him drone on and on today, Malfoy was still an ear full to deal with when he went on one of his ‘I hate Potter but am really in love with him but don’t know it cause I don’t think or listen about what comes out of my mouth when I talk about Harry Potter’ rants The teen sends a glare at the students who responded to his question before turning his attention back to his friends. “ It should have gone like this. I introduce myself, and hold out my hand, he accepts it and then proceeds to question his sexuality and how the earth orbits. Is that really to much to ask? ” Blaise being the weaker of the two Slytherin’s before Draco can’t help it when he bursts into a fit of laughter, quickly burying his face in the back of Pansy’s shoulder in an attempt to go unnoticed. This tactic doesn’t work in the slightest earning him glares from the students around him who felt he may be blowing their cover. However as always when it came to Draco ranting about Harry he was oblivious to almost anything else. “ I’m serious, Potter with his perfectly messy hair and Potter with his gorgeous green eyes and Potter with his stupid Gryffindor bravery; why does he always have to be little miss perfect? Hasn’t he figured out that unless you’re me being perfect all the time is stupid? I guess not though since he has yet to trip and fall down a hundred flights of stairs. ” At that Harry rolls his eyes, the blush still present on his features from Draco’s comment on his sexuality. Harry felt the bubbling feeling in his stomach come back, this time with more force. Harry knew that if he hadn’t been sitting down the effect of the sensation would have forced his knees to buckle, silently he focussed on pushing the feeling away, blocking out everything else around him in the process. He hadn’t realized that the blonde had continued speaking so when his senses came back to him he realized that the silver eyed Slytherin had kept talking about him. “ Up. Down. Left. Right. Everywhere I look it’s Harry fucking Potter this, Harry fucking Potter that, oh and let’s not forget the times Harry fucking Potter is standing in front of me with his stupid face and perfect lopsided grin. Can’t I have just one Potter-less hour?! Wait wait wait til I take that back. Yeah don’t do that. I’ll keep my hours Potter-full. But only so I can make fun of course, there is no other reason I would want him around, yeah no. Another think I want to know is why he doesn’t listen when I talk? Once I was telling him how he had a nice face, however all he did was tell me to piss off. And again in fourth year during the Triwizard Tournament I told him of how I bet against my father and said that he may actually last a bit and survive. But once again nothing more than a piss off. ” Even from the view of the video the smirk on Pansy’s face was unmistakeable, a wicked look flashing in her eyes. “ So what you’re saying is that you don’t like Harry Potter, our Boy Who Lived, is that correct Dray? ” The blonde rolled his eyes though the corners of his mouth seemed to be trying to fight past his mask to form a smile. “ Fuck Potter, Fuck Potter, Fuck Potter. That’s all I have to say on stupid Fucking Potter. ” The dark haired girls smirk grew even more as she took in the answer. “ Wait I think I’m seeing a pattern here. ” she exclaimed excitedly, shifting slightly in her seat so she is facing Draco fully, her back to Blaise. “ Oh fuck you! ” The blonde say, raking a hand through his gelled back hair, messing it up slightly. Pansy rolls her eyes and laughs a little at Draco’s outburst. “ Oh sweetheart, I don’t think that is what you were asking for a moment ago. ” She shines an innocent smile at him as be begins muttering under his breath. “What did you say? ” she ask innocently, batting her eyes as she speaks. Draco rolls his eyes but speaks up anyway, making sure to direct it to her and not the whole common room. “ All I say is fuck off, but all I want to say is fuck me.

At this confession, Harry’s concentration on the screen is broken as if a spell had been on him. Trying to recover from what Malfoy had said he coughs, it quickly turning into a fit. When he can regain his ability to breath, he quickly stands, rushing out of the common room and into his dorm, slamming the door behind him, placing a locking charm on the door. The raven-haired teen paces back and forth in the dorm, trying to figure out what Draco meant by what he said, and furthermore what Draco had said meant to Harry himself. Forcing himself to take deep breaths Harry sits down on his bed, putting his head in his hands as he attempts to process what he had gotten himself into today. The blonde Slytherin’s words echo throughout the room as Harry sat in silence.

He is knocked out of his thoughts as someone knocks on the door, Harry realizes the locking spell on the door and opens it, his eyes never leaving the floor. He let out a small sigh as he felt someone sit next to him on the bed, someone’s hand intertwining with his own. Looking up he lets a little smile show on his features as his green orbs meeting Hermione’s brown ones. She smiles back at him, squeezing his hand. “Are you okay?” she asks softly, Harry rolls his eyes just a little before looking away from her. “I’m okay, thanks ‘Mione. Just surprised I guess.” She nods understanding watching the floor as well. “You’re not the only one surprised, I mean I had suspicions about you but it never even occurred to me that Malfoy may feel the same.” Hermione’s words caused Harry to look up staring at her profile. “Suspicions about me on what?” He asked dreading the answer he knew would explain the feelings he had been feeling in his stomach. “Suspicions that you liked Malfoy.” It felt like a stake to the heart as he notices that he is as transparent as they come. “I didn’t think anyone knew,” he mutters quietly, mostly to himself thought he knew Hermione had heard, resting her head on his shoulder they both sighed softly.

They had settled into a comfortable silence causing them both to jump when they heard Ron scream “Bloody hell.” from the common room. Glancing at each other they both stand, hands still intertwined as they go back to the common room together. The two break apart as they walk down the last few stairs and into the common room, the view in front of them almost makes Harry laugh. The two boys sitting in front of the fire are laughing, their gaze going between the video and Ron, his sister laughing while patting him on the back, the ginger boys head is in his hands mumbling under his breath. Breaking apart Hermione goes to sit back down by Ginny, Harry walking over to where he had been sitting. “Mate, you alright?” Harry echoes the words his best friend had said earlier; the Weasley boy looks up at his friend, horror in his eyes as they meet Harry’s green ones. “I-i-i,” he starts unable to speak aloud correctly, clearing his throat he tries again. “I just got what Malfoy had said before you left. Just Ewww.” He says running his hand through his ginger hair as a shudder runs through his body. At this action, Harry bursts into a fit of laughter paying no mind to the blonde still talking.

After a moment or two his laughing calms down, and he looks back at his best friend who still has a look of horror on his face. Letting out a long sigh he looks up to the screen at the sound of the Slytherin’s voice again. “ Potter is such a git, ” Malfoy says, running his hand through his hair again which is already a wreck almost a mirror image of Harry’s most of the time. For the first time since they had been watching Blaise speaks up on his mind on the subject. “ I know right. Fuck Potter. ” At the other man’s words, Draco speaks again. “ Yes, I hate him more than all of the other Gryffindorks, him specifically. ” His silver eyes are closing as he lets out a big sigh. “ No Draco, fuck him .” The dark haired boy says looking at the blonde with a slight smirk growing on his face. “ Yeah I know I- ” Draco starts again, most likely about to start another long monolog that could have a real possibility of keeping both groups of students in their common rooms all night. “ Fuck him, ” Blaise says again, letting the smirk he had been suppressing show its true color at the silence he is greeted with from Draco and the almost silent giggling coming from Pansy who is hiding her face into his shoulder, he speaks again to further get his point across in case Draco ends up being just as oblivious as Harry always is. “ Fuck Potter, or at least kiss him or at the very least tell him how you feel. ” At this, a shade of red that could only be compared to the Gryffindor shade made its home on Draco’s pale skin along his cheeks, ears, and neck. Harry could feel his own face, ears, and neck turning a matching shade of red, the blush burning his tanned skin as he runs a hand over his face and then through his hair.

For the rest of the night, Harry sits in the overly cushioned chair dozing off, his eyes occasionally gazing at the counter on the wall. As the sun begins to come through the tower windows, Harry smiles to himself seeing the Slytherin groups asleep in their common room, spread out on a sofa and chair. The green-eyed man’s gaze slowly trails down the counter, eyes widening when he sees the number 13,514 displayed on the wall. His smile growing into a huge grin at the realization of everything that happened the night before. He looks around the common room finding Ron laying face down on the floor looking like he got pushed off the sofa, Ginny and Hermione sharing said sofa, Seamus and Dean also sprawled out on the floor with blankets and pillows spread out around them, and Neville who had come in late after studying in the library was half falling off a matching armchair to Harry’s. Quietly the raven-haired boy stands and makes his way to his dorm, quickly changing into a set of his muggle clothes seeing at it was Saturday, checking the clock to see that it was a little after 7:30 am he makes his way out of the dorms and into the cold, empty corridors of the castle. While focussing on keeping quiet Harry forgot to check the image above the fireplace making it a complete surprise when he runs face first into the chest of a white-blonde Slytherin. The dark haired boy feels an arm wrap strongly around his waist the other grabbing his arm to steady him. Looking up into the silver eyes of the other man Harry’s smile falters slightly before growing into an almost wicked smirk realizing that he knows everything from last night but that Draco knows nothing about it. The young Malfoy seems to realize just how close they and lets go of Harry’s waist his hand lingering on the others man a few moments longer before being removed as well. The two teens stand in the hallway and look at each other, Harry’s face showing a smirk while Draco’s was masked, though his eyes seemed to betray him by showing slight nervousness. The two stood that way for what felt like forever but couldn’t have been more than a few minutes before Harry broke the silence, his eyes glinting with just a little bit of mischief from knowing something the other doesn’t. “Malfoy, what are you doing out and about so early? Your fellow Slytherin’s threaten to throw you in the lake yet?” Harry ask remembering Pansy talking about the Slytherin’s using the stuff from last night to have fun and stop them from drowning Draco in the lake with the giant squid. The blonde’s eyes betray him again by widening in slight shock before recovering once more. “Don’t get your lacy pink panties in a twist Potter. Why would you care if I was thrown into the lake to drown anyway? Disappointed it wouldn’t be you tossing me in there? Not that I am getting thrown in the lake in the first place.” Harry rolls his eyes at the other man in the hall, the bubbling feeling coming back to him as he takes in Draco’s features up close; his perfect porcelain skin, how the light shines against his white blonde hair making it look like he has a halo surrounding his head, His silver eyes taking in Harry before meeting his green ones. “No that’s not it, Dray.” At the use of Pansy’s nickname, Draco’s masks falters again, this time lasting longer in its falter before he recovers. “Dray? Where did you hear such a name?” Harry smiles, the wicked grin being replaced for a small and shy smile. “I guess you could say we have a mutual friend.” Harry says before walking down the hall towards the Great Hall for breakfast, turning to look back at Draco with the smirk on his lips once more. “You coming?” He asks, receiving a distracted nod as Draco absentmindedly falls into step next to him. The walk to the Great Hall is quiet, green eyes meeting silver ones repeatedly as the two walk. Harry reaches his hand out to open the door that would lead them into the Great Hall he feels Draco’s hand touch his arm causing him to lower his arm and turn towards the blonde. The Slytherin looks up and down the man in front of him, the corners of his mouth fighting to pull up into a smile. “What do you know?” he asks, his eyes searching the slightly shorter man’s face. Placing a mask of innocent on his face Harry smiles at Draco “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I know plenty of things which one are you talking about?” A slight chuckle escapes the pale man as he takes in Harry’s innocent demeanor. “You’re acting different, and I want to know why.” Draco states trying to command his feelings towards the person away and channel them into his mask. He had known he had feelings for Potter for awhile now but he wasn’t able to accept them, he had messed up back in the robe shop the September before the first year when a cute brunette boy walked in, and he had been the prim, and proper son Lucius Malfoy had taught him to be instead of being himself. He knew he was not good enough for Harry so why bother, right? Harry smiles his real and genuine lopsided grin at Draco, a smile that only people close to him ever see. “I’m not acting differently in the slightest Malfoy.” When he says, the teen’s last name comes out soft and nice as if it was ‘Mione’s name instead of stiff and hard like he would normal say the other student’s surname. “Oh bullshit,” Draco exclaimed causing Harry to chuckle aloud, Draco’s world stopping for a moment at the almost angelic sound of the other man’s laughter. “You are acting differently. Your walking, talking, smiling, and laughing with me. You’re using a nickname only one person ever calls me. Something is up; I know it so spills.” He rants, unnerved as the thought begins to dawn on him that Harry could know about his feelings and that he may just be playing with the blonde to get back at him for the past five or so years of torment that Draco and his fellow Slytherin purebloods have caused him. Harry lets out another chuckle before pulling himself together. “All I will admit to is that a little bird spent all last night going on about some righteous prat named Potter that he apparently had a problem deciding if he wanted to kiss or kill. If you want my opinion I would say kiss the Saint and Savor Scarhead, seems like it would make more sense to do that. I mean you could always kill him later.” The Gryffindor remarks before shining another signature lopsided grin at Draco before reaching out to open the door and disappearing into the Great Hall leaving the Slytherin dumbfounded in his wake.

The Great Hall slowly begins to fill as the morning drags on. Harry smiles as his Luna walks over to him, her being the only Ravenclaw to come down for breakfast. Smiling back she sits down next to the raven-haired man. “Good morning ‘Arry,” she says before grabbing a plate and placing some food on it. “I hope you don’t mind if I sit here I just really don’t want to sit alone, you know?” Harry nods, knowing the feeling of not wanting to be alone all too well. “It’s perfectly fine with me Luna.” With huge smiles, the two dig into their food waiting on the others to join them.

First is Hermione, followed by Ron who sits in front of the two not even batting an eye at the fact that someone outside of their house was sitting with them. Ron sleepily piles food onto his plate, almost face planting into it multiple times while Hermione grabs some eggs, toast, and hashbrowns digging in for a few moments before striking up a conversation with Luna over one of the books the two had been cramming over after classes yesterday. Next came Ginny who immediately noticed Luna and sat next to her, she piles her plate with food to make sure she would have enough energy for the Quidditch practice game later in the day, her eyes never leaving the artistic illustrations Luna was making with her hands as she spoke with passion about the book her and Hermione were discussion. Seamus, Dean, and Neville came in and sat down next never missing a beat in the heated discussion they were having over what seemed to be two Quidditch teams. Last to join as always, probably because they were too busy plotting or executing pranks to remember what time it was, was the famous Weasley twin who sat down next to Harry immediately trying to convince him to join in with one of their brilliant plans they had in the works, saying that if they had the Chosen One on their side there was no way they could get caught. Harry rolled his eyes at the twins drowning out the rest of their conversation as he made eye contact with a certain blonde Slytherin from across the room, even with a faint blush making his way to his cheeks he pulled his lips into a small smirk and winked at the blonde before turning back to his friends.

As people began to join the Gryffindor table the same was happening at the Slytherin’s with Pansy and Blaise making themselves at home on either side of Draco. Crabbe and Goyle even made an appearance by sitting across the table from the trio, knowing better than to act like they were part of the group. As soon as Pansy was seated Draco turned to her his voice coming out as a commanding whisper. “What did you do?” He asked, worry running ramped in his mind as he tried to assess how much Harry knows. The Slytherin girl looks over Draco’s shoulder at Blaise as they let it sink in the Draco could know what they had set up with the Golden Boy last night. Putting on a smirk the girl turns her attention back to the blonde in front of her. “What are you on about Dray?” she asks trying to put as much innocence into her voice as she can in case he doesn’t know anything. “That, that right there. You’re not the only one that has called me that today, what did you do?” Draco asks nervously, his fingers unknowingly playing with his fork as he watches the girl with interest. Pansy twist her hair around her finger as she decides what to tell him. However, she is thrown from her thinking when she hears Blaise speak up. “It wasn’t just her, it was all of the Slytherins,” he mumbles unable to make eye contact with Draco’s glowing silver eyes. “What did you do?” Draco says in a dangerously low voice, his body already preparing to run as his brain eliminates possibilities. “Don’t go all dark lord murder spree, okay?” Blaise asks, receiving a not so convincing nod in return. “Okay so all of us,” he says gesturing his hand in an indication of the Slytherin tables. “Had grown tired of you going on and on about Potter since the first year. So we took matters into our own hands and got a spell that would show the commons room in a video form as well as a score counter that would display every time you said Potter’s name in any form. Pansy proceeded to give this to him. As far as we know he may have used it last night which could mean he knows everything you said last night.” Blaise finishes his eyes finally meeting Draco’s watching the blondes mask melting away being replaced first by worry, then happiness, and lastly by anger which causes him to look away. In one swift motion, Draco is standing looking between Blaise and Pansy before looking up and down the table at the other Slytherin’s sitting silently waiting for what Draco was going to do. He looks back at Blaise and Pansy when he speaks even though he is yelling and knows that the whole Great Hall can hear him. “YOU. DID. WHAT?” with his anger filled eyes staring into them neither of them speaks, Pansy only letting out a slight shriek. As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he glances across the room his eyes meeting brilliant green ones for nothing more than a second before he turns on his heels, running out of the Great Hall.

When Draco breaks eyes contact with Harry, he momentarily feels empty, alone. Quietly he stands and makes his way out of the Great Hall when he is out of the Hall he pulls the Marauders map out of his pocket thanking himself for making it a habit of taking it with him wherever he went. When the map is opened, he runs his finger along the paper trying to find the name he wants out of all the other students, teacher, and staff residing inside the castle. As he finds the name, he lets out a sigh of relief seeing that he was somewhere nearby. Closing the map and putting it away he breaks into a sprint, making his way through the corridors towards the lake.

When Harry gets to the lake, he stops when he can see a head of blonde hair resting on one of the large rocks by the shoreline. He takes a few deep breaths before taking a few step closer only stopping when he is standing next to the other man. Clearing his voice in a way to get the Slytherin’s attention he sits down next to him, their shoulders touching. “Are you okay?” the brunette asks his eyes searching Draco’s profile. “Why do you care?” Draco responds, his voice coming out gruff as if he is having an internal fight with himself. “I have always cared, what happened yesterday just showed me how much I care,” Harry says, giving up on making eye contact with the taller man and just staring out at the calm dark water. “It’s fine if you didn’t mean anything you said last night, it’s not like you knew the full story of who was hearing your words, so it’s understandable if you don’t feel the same.” Harry rambles into the silence around them. Harry opens his mouth to speak again after a few minutes but closes it as Draco’s slender finger run against his jaw, turning his head towards him. Green eyes meet silver ones for what feels like the first time all over again; neither filled with anger, neither glazed over by a mask. They stare into each other’s eyes for what feels like forever, the scenery around them blurring into nothingness as they take on the other. Slowly Draco moves forward, his eyes glancing between Harry’s lips and his eyes, Harry leans forward as well, their lips brushing against one another as eyes flutter shut. The kiss becomes heated, Draco pulling Harry into his lap with the brunette straddling him. After a few more minutes the two slowly pull apart, their foreheads resting against each other as they catch their breaths. Without warning Draco breaks into a fit of laughter, causing Harry to lean back to get a better look at the blonde in front of him. “Are you okay?” Harry asks a smile growing on his features. The blonde continues laughing, putting his head on the other boy’s shoulder. “I-I’m okay just never thought I would be kissing the Chosen One, let alone have him straddling me.” He says into Harry’s shirt, the confession causing Harry to laugh along with Draco. With a huge smile, Harry pulls Draco’s face away from his shoulder, pulling his lips into another breathtaking kiss.

But seriously part 2

*does four hours of maths*

“I should reward myself”

*buys six new books with money she doesn’t have*

“Ah, yeah, that’s better.”

title: Mine Now

author: aclosetlarryshipper

word count: 32k

After Harry is expelled from private school, he joins a secret competition to get back at the boy who made it happen.

~or~

This is the story of how Harry finds himself pouting in Louis’ passenger seat with a raging boner on the way to seduce his ex boyfriend.