tomione | masquerade ball

i’m blindfolded and

i’m dancing with the devil.

he smells sweet,

like lilacs and honey.

he smells like my next

bad decision.

my lips are pink like rose hips

and burning from his gaze.

i like the fire he makes

inside me.

i bet i remind him

of hell.

3 AM in the Boy's Dormitories
  • Ron: Hey Harry?
  • Harry: What
  • Ron: Do you think Voldemort was a virgin?
  • Harry: Seriously Ron-
  • Ron: I was just wondering-
  • Harry: *sighs* *pauses* In the Chamber of Secrets, the memory had him in 5th year...
  • yeah, he wasn't a virgin
  • Seamus: Imagine being the lass to do the frick-frack with ol' Dark Lord Voldy
  • Dean: The Gryffindor boy's dorm; the place where we can talk about sex with the Dark Lord but not say the word sex.
  • Seamus: *throws pillow at Dean*
  • Neville: *after pause* Doing the Do with You Know Who.
  • Ron: He Who Must Not Be Laid
  • Voldemort: The Boy who Lived... come to die
  • Harry: Die?😉🔥 Only quitters let death catch up!😤🏃🏻 Chosen One⚡️👐🏻 Rip Dumbledore💙😭 Keep fighting!😵 Gryffindor quidditch 🔱❤️ Captain😅😅 The Prophet is for Pussies 😤😤 Merlin #1✌🏻👐🏻 Friends💛
  • harry: i'm sorry ginny...i've got to go and hunt horcruxes to stop voldemort...i have to break up with you because you'll be in danger too...
  • ginny: i mean, first off, dude's probably gonna take over hogwarts so technically i'll be in less danger if i go on your little soul-searching bff camping trip
  • ginny: second of all, i don't think voldy's gonna give a shit if we're dating or not when he murders me for being a 'blood traitor' or whatever bullshit reason
  • ginny: and thirdly, i am better at magic than you and ron combined so like, move over scrub, me and hermione are gonna be killing us some dark lord
  • Voldemort: What have I to fear?
  • Harry: Dumbledore’s Army. It’s what we call ourselves. Sorta like a team. Protectors of Hogwarts type thing.
  • Voldemort: Yes. I’ve met them
  • Harry: Yeah, takes us a while to get any traction I’ll give you that one. But let’s do a head count here. Me, the Boy-Who-Lived. The brightest witch of our age, living legend who kinda lives up to the legend. A woman with breathtaking bat-bogey hexing issues. A couple of pyromaniacs and YOU, big fella, you’ve managed to piss off every single one of them.
  • Voldemort: I have an army!
  • Harry: We have McGonagall.