“He asked me right after he’d pulled me out of the lake,” Hermione muttered. […] He sort of pulled me away from the judges so they wouldn’t hear, and he said, if I wasn’t doing anything over the summer, would I like to -“ “And what did you say?” said Ron, who had picked up his pestle and was grinding “And he did say he’d never felt the same way about anyone else,” Hermione went on, going so red now that Harry could almost feel the heat coming from her.
ok i have been seeing a lot of misinformation about harry potter couples? so here’s the real deal
harry and draco are boyfriends and also harry is a bisexual
luna and ginny are obviously married, and they hang out with harry and draco all the time
hermione and ron are still canon but are in a poly relationship with pansy parkinson
neville is ace af so leave my poor plant boy alone
also dean and seamus are together but i’m pretty sure that was canon so it doesn’t need repeating
blaise and theo are being aesthetic boyfriends ™ over in france
remus lupin is also bisexual and is having a great time in the afterlife with his literal wife and also that sneaky dog sirius black
also in the afterlife: lily and james are the only canon couple i truly support w all my heart. pure young adults that died too soon but they get to hang in heaven and look down at harry being happy and livin’ his best life
my favorite thing ever is when people send me really long and detailed arguments about why my otp won’t work because they literally have no effect on me. like, honey, i know you’re trying, but there is nothing you can say that i haven’t already heard or that will change my mind. you will have to pry my otps from my cold, dead hands
FACT: Without Hermione, Draco would have been evil.
Just hear me out. I think that without Hermione’s existence, Draco wouldn’t have the internal struggle between right and wrong. Here’s why.
Imagine growing up the way Draco did. You’re told that people who aren’t like you are stupid, less powerful, and beneath you.
In a way, it reminds me of religion. Not saying that all or even most religion is bigoted, but the strength in belief within some families is similar.
Even from the young age of 11, Draco displayed traits one would obtain from living a very sheltered life. Meeting Harry in the robe shop, it became very apparent. He introduced himself by his last name, because that’s what he was taught was important. He asked Harry his blood status immediately, because it played a huge part in the beliefs that be was raised with.
He was taught that he’s the best of the best.
Only when goes to school, this muggleborn is thrown in his face. And she’s smart. So smart, that no matter how hard he tries, his grades are never good enough to top hers. Not only that, but she’s powerful. Obviously so, even.
He even comes to notice that she isn’t nearly as dirty as he was lead to believe. In fact, she comes down the stairs at the Yule ball and she’s so stunningly gorgeous that not one insult can come to his mind.
So we’re his parents right? They wouldn’t lie to him, would they?
Only they have, and the living proof is staring him directly in the face.
And so he gets angry. He calls her names, and puts her down. Because he’s not stupid– it’s so blatantly obvious that the people he admired the most in the world were wrong in so many instances, and he’s bitter. His world is broken, and so he wants everyone else to be too.
Knowing this, he returns home each summer just to hear his father complain about how a “mudblood trumped him in grades” and how “the half-blood beat him in quiddich” because his family believes it’s not possible.
Yet little do they know how hard he worked and how much he studied and practiced, he still always came up second.
So he was bitter, and angry– yes. Not condoning his actions, but explaining them.
Even though he tried to convince himself that it was a fluke, that Hermione was just a freak of nature– he knew better.
And although he called her the names he did over his own bitterness and angst, he didn’t really think she should die. But then, come sixth year, everything turns real, and serious– really fast. He’s stuck in a corner with no choice.
I fully believe that Hermione challenged him. She was in his face, everyday, proving him wrong. She was a walking contradiction, and I fully believe that had he not been exposed to her, he wouldn’t have even tried to second guess his family’s values and beliefs.
“This left Harry, Ron, and Hermione to share a table with Ernie. They chose the one nearest a gold-colored cauldron that was emitting one of the most seductive scents Harry had ever inhaled: Somehow it reminded him simultaneously of treacle tart, the woody smell of a broomstick handle, and something flowery he thought he might have smelled at the Burrow. He found that he was breathing very slowly and deeply and that the potion’s fumes seemed to be filling him up like drink. A great contentment stole over him; he grinned across at Ron, who grinned back lazily.”
“Hang on,” said a voice close by Harry’s left ear and he caught a sudden waft of that flowery smell he had picked up in Slughorn’s dungeon. He looked around and saw that Ginny had joined them.“