omg i love harry

When you’re wearing HP merch and someone tells you “omg I love Harry Potter! I’m a Gryffindor.” and you think to yourself “are you really a Gryffindor or do you say you are because Harry, Ron and Hermione were Gryffindors and therefor you think it’s the only worthy house because you’ve watched the movies once 4 years ago and don’t really know about the true complexity and attributes that belong to each house and are ignorant to the brilliance and potential of the other houses.” or when someone you just met says “I’m a slytherin, obviously.” and you think to yourself “are you an actual Slytherin or do you say you are because you’re ‘totally evil’ and ‘edgy’ since that’s the (wrong) impression the world seems to have about Slytherins and they’re all connected to the villains in the story, even if the villain presents zero Slytherin traits.”

Harry Naming His Children

I just can’t stop thinking about James and Sirius and Remus in the afterlife, watching over Harry. And when he has his first child, James and Sirius are ecstatic that Harry chooses to name him after them. And Remus smiles benevolently and doesn’t say anything of course, but maybe feels just a tad left out. Sirius can tell and he pats him on the shoulder, saying, “Next time! You’ll see!” 

And then next time arrives and what does Harry choose? Albus Severus. And Remus understands, and he’s really not upset. But Sirius is. Sirius just cannot believe that Harry would choose to name his son after Snivellus, the man who had made his godson’s and his own life miserable (so what if he loved Lily), before he honored Remus. Remus, who had been a mentor and friend to Harry. Remus, who had named Harry godfather of his own child. Remus, who was one of the best men Sirius had ever known despite having a childhood that was probably much shittier than Snape’s. Remus, who deserved to be honored by Harry every bit as much as Sirius did, and certainly a thousand times more than Snape.

And for the first time in his life, Sirius is truly disappointed in his godson. And he can’t even let Harry know. And he just has to live with this awful feeling for years and years, and nothing Remus says can make it any better.

Until one day Sirius notices something. He notices how there are always four kids at the Potter house. He’d always thought it was just Harry being nice because Andromeda was getting pretty old by now, but once he starts paying attention, he notices how every time Harry talks about “his kids,” that includes Teddy Lupin. How Teddy is in all of the Potter family portraits. How James, Al, and Lily refer to Teddy as their older brother. 

And one day Sirius is watching as Teddy risks himself to save Albus from falling off his broom, and then proceeds to fuss over Al without once worrying about himself. And Harry runs over in a panic, and goes immediately to Teddy, who took most of the damage, checks that he’s basically alright, looks at him with tears in his eyes, and says “Teddy Remus Lupin, thank you. Thank you for saving Al. You are so much like your father.” And then he hugs him tightly and doesn’t let go for the longest time .

And Sirius’s anger evaporates just like that, and he looks over and sees that Remus has been watching too and now they are both silently crying as they watch Harry, their Harry, take care of two of his sons.

And it’s suddenly so obvious why Harry didn’t name his youngest son after Remus: because that was already the name of his oldest.

Roommates in love #2

Harry’s idea of spending some time alone:
“Hey, Malfoy? Could you…help me out with our Potions homework later? You know, just… if you have the time or don’t think it’ll be too much trouble–”

Malfoy’s idea of spending some time alone:
“Potter, I’m cold, come get under the covers with me and warm me up?”

#1

Harry Potter grew up in an abusive household AND HE WAS A HORCRUX THE WHOLE TIME and he was still the best most pure child in the world, okay????

Waiting

Draco was tired of waiting.

He came to the conclusion that waiting was the biggest waste one could do with his life.

And he had wasted a lot of his life already. Waiting.

He had waited for his father to acknowledge him, to show him he was proud of his son.

He had waited for his mother to stand up to his father, whenever he had talked her down, whenever he had treated her like less than his wife.

He had waited for his friends to come to his rescue when he had needed them most, to save him from himself.

And he had waited for the stupid prat to notice him. Really notice him. To look beyond the petty insults and his sneering.

For years Draco had been waiting.

He had waited in vain. But not anymore.

Draco was sick of waiting.

What had he even waited for? For him to come to the right conclusion, when Draco hid his true intentions so well? For him to realise what was really going on?

He probably would have to wait forever.

No. He would have to take matters into his own hands. And whyever should he not?

Yes, it was time to act.

Draco focused on the mop of black hair across the Great Hall.

He was sick of waiting.

He got up, marched over to the Gryffindor table and grabbed Potter by his robes. Without waiting for his reaction, Draco started dragging him out of his seat.

There was a yelp and shouts of protest, but Draco didn’t care.

He was so sick of waiting.

“Malfoy, what are you doing?” Potter shouted, shoving at Draco’s hands.

Draco ignored him and dragged him out of the Great Hall.

He could hear Weasley and Granger shout something at him. He heard footsteps behind him, indicating that several people were following him. Potter was still trying to get out of his grip.

Draco had wanted to find a more secluded place to do what he wanted to do next, but when the shouts behind him only got louder, he turned around and glared at them.

“You want to watch? FINE! I don’t even care anymore!”

He tightened his grip on Potter’s robes as he pulled him towards him forcefully.

Because he was so tired of waiting.

His mouth crashed with Potter’s and suddenly everything went silent.

Draco had thought it would be rougher, that Potter would try to fight him more. Apparently he was just shocked. He stiffened as Draco moved his lips against the other boy’s. He buried his hands in his hair like he had dreamed of so many times.

He had waited for this so long. This was it.

Or was it?

Draco suddenly noticed Potter moving and braced himself to be pushed away at any second. Instead, tentative fingers curled around his hips to pull him closer.

Draco was sure there were gasps and murmuring, but he didn’t hear any of it.

His whole mind, his whole body was so consumed by Potter. Potter, who was kissing him back.

Yes. This was what he had been waiting for all this time.

If only he had stopped waiting sooner.

Harry is grumpy because you refuse to cuddle with him, you opted to soak up as much sun as you could while the band was in Mexico. He wanted nothing more than a lazy poolside cuddle and as he watched you lay out in the sun soaking up the rays he couldn’t fight the pout that took over his face. You just laugh to yourself when you catch him making a big ordeal by grabbing a pillow off the couch and hugging it closer to his body and huffing and puffing as he tried to get comfortable with it.

When you see him start to close his eyes with the pout still on his face is when you decide to get up off the lounge chair and make your way over to him on the couch. Harry acts as if you’re not even there when you get close enough to snatch the pillow away from him, he just wraps his arms around his body making you roll your eyes.

“Oh scoot over you big lump” is all you say as you lay down on the couch behind him instantly wrapping your arms around his middle and giving him a nice squeeze.

"I’m tha little spoon.” He would mumble as he laced his fingers with yours before bringing them to his lips for a quick kiss, you would just smile and nuzzle your head into his back happy to have the pout off his face and your arms around him.

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