So you know how owls don’t need an address to find the person the letter is addressed to? What if these owls were even cleverer than that?
Imagine Draco, sometime after the war, sitting alone in his flat and not knowing what to do with himself. He feels so empty, but on the other hand, there’s so much he wants to say. But who should he talk to? There’s nobody there. So he just begins writing his thoughts down. Sometimes it’s little poems. Sometimes it’s like he’s writing a journal. And sometimes he writes letters, addressed to no one. He keeps writing every day and whenever he’s finished, he puts the piece of parchment onto the little pile on his desk, where he keeps all his personal writing.
If Draco had been paying more attention, he would have noticed that this pile wasn’t getting any bigger. It stays exactly the same, because his sneaky little owl delivers one per day to the person she thought could help Draco the most.
When she lands on her usual windowsill on Number 12 Grimmauld Place, the window is already open and Harry is smiling at her with a treat in his hand.
“You’re very punctual,” he murmurs as he strokes her feathers. He carefully takes the piece of parchment out of her beak and smiles as she starts nibbling at her treat. Harry suspects Malfoy still doesn’t know that his owl is bringing him these letters.
Harry had been puzzled himself at first, but it hadn’t taken him long to figure out who had written these. After that, he had tried to talk to the owl, tried to explain to her that she must have gotten the wrong address, because surely this wasn’t meant for him.
But the owl had come back every day, bringing Harry another piece of parchment and Harry had found himself mesmerized by them. The poems were heart-wrenching, Malfoy talking about his day made Harry want to go over there and talk to him. But he doesn’t dare. He would have to admit, he read Malfoy’s most inner thoughts without his consent. And Harry doubts, the Malfoy he would be facing would be the same as the Malfoy in these letters.
Sighing, Harry settles down on the couch and begins to read today’s owl post.
I had a dream last night. It wasn’t one of my usual nightmares, but I guess you could still call it that, because this will very likely haunt me for the rest of my days. It was about him. We were younger, much younger. We were on the Quidditch pitch, but not as enemies. We were just flying together, laughing together. It was so strange to see him like this. His eyes didn’t hold the resentment I am used to. He was looking at me like I was his whole world. It still hurts to think about it now. The worst part, however, was the way he cupped my cheeks and smiled at me, right before he kissed me. I could still feel his lips on mine when I woke up. I wasn’t even sure if I had been dreaming or not for a second. Then, reality crashed down on me again. Sometimes, I wonder what would happen if he knew. If he had known back then. I’m not sure if it would have made a difference. All he ever did was hate me, just as much as I pretended to hate him. I regret he never saw the truth. All I ever wanted was him. And for one night, my mind granted me that wish. However, I hope it doesn’t happen again. Only if my mind decides to let me dream forever.
Harry feels dizzy when he puts the letter down. It’s true, he never saw the truth, never even knew there was a truth to be seen. He had never thought to look beyond their fighting and mutual obsession. Never thought it could mean something else entirely.
But over the past few weeks, he discovered a whole different side of Malfoy and thereby discovered something about himself. He wants to take Malfoy’s pain away. Maybe he’s been wanting to do that for a while. And now, Harry knows he can.
He jumps up from the couch and locks eyes with the owl, still sitting on the windowsill.
“You clever little thing,” he whispers to her, as he strokes her feathers one more time. She hoots happily, as if encouraging Harry to hurry up. So he does. He hurries out the door, to apparate to Malfoy’s flat. He has no idea how he will do it and how long it will take Malfoy to believe Harry’s intentions are genuine, but it doesn’t matter.
He will do everything he can to make Draco Malfoy’s dreams come true.
Do you think there may be wizarding schools in other european countries, like italy (yep, totally random, not my country at all °w° )?
definitely! in my head it’s something like this:
hogwarts as we know is up in scotland and takes students from the uk and ireland
beauxbatons is somewhere near the south of france and I reckon takes students from france, belgium, luxembourg, and switzerland
there’s a school somewhere in spain that takes spanish and portuguese students. they probably learn a lot about harmony between religion and magic
another school up in germany that encompasses germany, austria, netherlands, switzerland, and belgium. I think they probably have a much bigger emphasis on muggle studies than hogwarts does, probably looking at the rise of grindelwald and hitler in equal measure
a scandinavian school in norway or sweden which also takes iceland, denmark, and finland. definitely a big emphasis on magical creatures here. I like to think they have a lot of field trips to study creatures in their natural habitat, or maybe going to copenhagen to compare the little mermaid statue to mermaids they’ve studied
a school for the countries around the adriatic so italy, croatia, bosnia and herzegovina, greece, montenegro, albania, macedonia (though it’s primarily italy and greece) with a huge emphasis on history of magic. also languages, I’m thinking ancient greek and latin- maybe studying how latin is used in spells? and definitely have a mythology class of some sort
Durmstrang is somewhere in the region of bulgaria and probably also takes students from romania, serbia, kosovo, bosnia and herzegovina, albania
central european school probably in poland with students from czech republic, slovenia, slovakia, hungary. I kind of hope they study home spells and stuff because that should really be covered at hogwarts! learning how to make pierogi by magic and that sort of stuff!
and finally an eastern european school over in russia which also takes kids from estonia, latvia, lithuania, belarus, and ukraine. there’s lots of animals in slavic folklore so maybe there’s a higher emphasis on that? things like training familiars or learning to become animagi as part of the curriculum
How would draco react to going on the camping trip with the golden trio? If harry and draco were in a relationship and he refused to stay behind like ginny, what would happen? I have this vision in my head of draco cursing out nature and asking the heavens why did he have to fall in love with harry bloddy potter!
I can totally see that. I definitely think Draco would be the complaining type.
“Yes, Potter, all of this stuff I packed is necessary and I cannot get rid of a single thing.”
“For Merlin’s sake could you stop almost dying every five seconds!”
““No, Potter, I most certainly will not eat whatever that is that you’re pretending is food. I’d rather starve to death than be killed by your cooking.”
“I should’ve known this was going to be a disaster. Just look at where we’re camped out. There are sticks and dirt and we can’t even use magic to warm ourselves up right now I’m going to freeze to death and I’ll have you know it will be all your fault, Potter.”
But also, for all of Draco’s complaining there would be things like…
Draco refusing to sleep all night, his fingers tracing the dark circles under Harry’s eyes as he fitfully sleeps
Draco doing whatever small things he can to bring Harry comfort, like warming charms when its safe to do so, or a cushioning charm on the ground. And he doesn’t say anything because it seems stupid and insignificant in the face of trying to escape Voldemort but he feels useless and wants to take care of Harry
Sleepless nights with their back to a tree, shivering in the dark, dirty and cold but both breathing, both alive; and that’s enough
Draco whispering every night when Harry falls asleep “I’m gonna love you forever you fucking idiot so don’t you dare die on me.”
Draco pretending he is horrified by Harry’s cooking and refusing to eat, getting Harry completely pissed off, except the only reason Draco does it is so that Harry will eat his portion of food because Harry looks so weak, so thin and Draco knows he won’t eat it any other way so he does whatever it takes to give Harry the only kind of strength he can offer
distant relative at family event:
It's been so long since I saw you!! How's school?
none of the things that once excited me make me happy anymore i'm living off caffeine and anxiety i'm paralyzed by my future my diet is trash and my body is slowly rotting but otherwise i'm good hbu
Do you think you could do some headcanons for a kind slytherin? I always feel like less of a slytherin because I'm kind 💚
• having loads of friends in hufflepuff
• being judged when they bake cookies
• students from other houses are suspicious when they are offered said cookies, because ‘do you think shes trying to poison us?’
• not being ashamed of their kindness
• helping other and therefore quickly finding friends from all of the houses
• improving slytherin houses’ reputation
• teachers love them
• everyone loves them
• cinnamon roll, but will kick your ass if you mistreat them
Do you have any headcanons about the negative traits of Hufflepuff's?? I read something about Barty Crouch jr being a Hufflepuff and it got me thinking about the downsides to being a puff, e.g having loyalty issues that leads to not hesitating to knock your teeth down your throat if you push them too far... and things like that
don’t always get that some people need more personal space than them
the people who go on holiday with a 50 point plan and get stressed if they don’t manage to see something
get super stressed around exam season (remember ernie ‘HOW MUCH REVISION ARE YOU DOING I BET I’M DOING MORE THAN YOU’ macmillan?)
when you get on their bad side they don’t forgive easily
have certain expectations from people in terms of work ethic, chores etc and if you step out of line they will not hesitate to tell you off
I don’t think that’s a bad thing most of the time, but it can be difficult when other people have different standards that the hufflepuff doesn’t agree with
if you hurt one of their friends you’re automatically dead to them (e.g. the puffs immediately blanking harry in chamber of secrets)
I just got some really, really bad news. Can I get some tooth rottingly sweet drarry fluff to try and balance it out? ❤️
Draco is not a sappy person. Absolutely not.
He most definitely doesn’t keep all the anniversary and Christmas cards Harry has ever given him in a hidden drawer in his desk. Nor does he circle the days they will see each other on his calendar in invisible ink lest his nosy secretary accidentally see.
He definitely does not carry a picture of the two of them from their first Christmas together in his, smiling and laughing and looking free, in his wallet, enchanted to look like a business card should anyone but him look at it.
And he definitely, definitely is not head over heals in love with Harry Potter.
So when he goes into Waldrick’s Wizarding Wares and Fine Jewelry that Tuesday afternoon it is only look because he is not a man of rash decisions. He’d simply seem an attractive gold band glimmering in the window and decided to have a look is all.
When he leaves the shoppe two hours later his wallet is considerably lighter and his robe pocket feels extraordinarily heavy, especially for for such a small box. He slips his hand inside his pocket, wrapping it around the box and letting his thumb caress the smooth velvet. His heart feels too big and his courage too small. He most definitely is not proposing to Harry.
He carries the box in his pocket for exactly 87 days. In fact he almost convinces himself he means not to do it too, because they’ve got a great thing going and he will not be the one to muck it up. He simply will not risk it.
Until the 88th day.
Harry sleeps over and when Draco awakes the next morning it is to the glorious sight of Harry splayed across his bed, his legs tangled in the sheets and his body radiating a warmth that Draco finds intoxicating. His hair is a complete disaster and his mouth hangs open just a bit, his entire body heavy with sleep. He looks so relaxed, so at peace and something in Draco breaks in that moment at the idea of Harry ever leaving. He thinks of the nights Harry is gone and he clings to the empty sheets inhaling his scent and wishing he were here.
And then Harry is rolling over towards him, a smile spreading across his face before he even opens his eyes as he presses his lips against Draco’s neck in a gentle kiss.
“Marry me?” Draco whispers.
Harry pulls back with a jump, his eyes bright and perhaps a little hopeful. “Are you serious?”
“If I hadn’t been serious I wouldn’t have asked,” Draco replies shortly, a bit of insecurity creeping back in. Perhaps this had been a bad idea after all.
“But when we first got together you said you’d never get married,” Harry says, and Draco isn’t sure if its a statement or a question but he feels Harry’s hands trembling and understands that he is not the only one unsure.
“I say a lot of things I don’t mean. Now is not one of those times. I don’t want you to leave. Ever. I don’t want you come to my flat or me go to yours; I want a place that’s ours. I don’t want to ever see you walking away and not know that you’re coming back to me every time. I love you, Harry, and I don’t say it enough. But I do, with everything I am. You make me a better man and I want you as mine. Forever. Please say yes.”
“Yes!” Harry all but yells, pinning him down against the bed. “Fuck yes,” Harry says again and Draco doesn’t even have time to consider the shakiness in Harry’s voice because Harry is kissing him as if he might actually die if he stops; desperate and demanding and consuming.
Hours later, when Harry is asleep again, Draco traces a heart on the bare skin of Harry’s back, memorizing the way he’d looked when he’d said yes and he thinks that perhaps he might just be a little bit sappy.
@ everyone else with shitty dads: i know fathers day is all over the damn place right now but may i suggest drawing an abstract depiction of how your half-DNA-provider makes u feel, then placing it in a red chalk pentagram, dousing it in salt and setting it on fire with a yankee candle. then go buy urself a celebratory cake and eat it by urself because ur a better person than that sad sack of shit is ever gonna be. happy fathers day
yes haha i've been here for a little over a month, but i stopped posting here for weeks because i felt too shy :') but i got a lot of encouragement and read a lot about how to take nice pictures fot studyblr/gram sooo here i am!!! i am really happy i'm going well so far! and yes lol i feel shy to tag people so i only tag a few. can you tell me other people you tag too?
Oh, hey look, my little Windows Sticky Note finally came into use. I’ve been keeping track of all the blogs I follow and their tracked tags. Hang in there because this is going to be a super long post. These are all in alphabetical order by URLs, with my most used tags in bold and tags for my favorite blogs italicized. If anyone who sees this wants to add or correct a tag, feel free to message me.
Everyone seems to think that Hufflepuffs are the kinds of people to listen to Lana Del Rey and wear flower crowns, meanwhile me and most of my Hufflepuff friends are pretty into the rock/metal scene and dress to kill every day. I love how varied our house is, I just wish more people would put representation into the "reckless" looking Puffs to prove that ANYONE can have these lovely n sweet values/traits ! 💛
friendly reminder that nymphadora tonks aka the ultimate badass was a hufflepuff
I always imagine Draco gardening, (idk because he gardened with his mom when he was little maybe?) anyway, now I've imagined Harry coming to see Draco, spotting him with dirt on his cheek and knees scuffed from the ground. I can't decide how Harry would react though. Would he think it's cute? Out of character? Weird?
As Harry walks down the stone steps into Draco’s garden, he can’t help but feel as if he is trespassing upon a scene he isn’t meant to see.
He’d known he wasn’t due at Draco’s til half past noon but he’d been bored and restless at his flat alone, and if truth be told he’d missed Draco something terrible after a week away on assignment. So on a whim he’d tried to use the floo a few hours early and had been pleasantly surprised to find Draco had left the connection open for him.
Except when he’d stepped out into the lounge he’d not seen Draco anywhere. He’d called out for him, and poked around his house, but there was no sign of him anywhere. Harry had almost started to worry that something might be wrong until he’d noticed the kitchen door ajar which had led him out into the dewy, sunlit garden.
It was unusually warm for this time of year and Harry had only expected to find Draco enjoying the sunshine. He mostly definitely hadn’t expected to find Draco on his knees amongst a bed of flowers; his sleeves rolled up and grass stains on his knees. But what Harry found most startling was the sight of Draco bent over on his hands and knees, a line of sweat dripping down his neck and his long, elegant fingers digging into the dark, rich soil.
Harry wasn’t sure why he found it so shocking, he’d known Draco liked to take care of his own flowers. He’d told him as much on their third date, mentioning how he used to tend to the flowers in the garden with his mother as a child. He’d said it casually enough at the time as if it was nothing, but Harry had known then it was Draco’s way of revealing something very intimate about himself to Harry. The significance of that small comment had not been lost on him.
However there was a big difference between knowing Draco liked to garden and seeing him work the earth with his bare hands. Harry wasn’t sure what it was exactly, all he knew was that the sight before him made his clothes feel too small and his heart feel too big.
And so when Draco abruptly stands a moment later, embarrassed and rubbing his hands on his pants Harry nearly sprints across the garden, pressing Draco back against the stone wall and tangling his fingers into Draco’s and holding on as if trying to anchor himself. There is something different about this kiss, something raw and desperate and Harry dimly wonders if Draco feels as exposed as he does.
“If I’d have known you liked to see me dirty I might’ve invited you over to watch me garden a long time ago,” Draco teases when they finally stop kissing, his eyes locked on Harry with a gentle fondness that makes his chest ache.
“I love you,” Harry whispers quite suddenly.
Draco doesn’t say anything at first, just blinks a few times and Harry’s stomach drops immediately, wondering if he’s misread the moment. But then its Draco’s turn to nearly slam Harry back against the wall, kissing him as if his life depends upon it.
Draco doesn’t say anything, doesn’t say the words back, but his hands tremble as he hold’s onto Harry, pressing messy kisses to his neck and face and just about anywhere he can reach.
And Harry smiles, because Draco hasn’t said the words out loud, but its in his eyes and his touch and his smile, and he knows that Draco is saying it back in his own way. So Harry closes his eyes, letting Draco’s touches wash over him as he inhales the smell of grass and dirt, memorizing every moment and relishing in the overwhelming sensation of being loved.