“Um, Malfoy,” Harry muttered. “What are you doing?” Baffled, he looked at the Slytherin, who didn’t seem to be concerned at all.
“I’m resting. I’m so tired,” Malfoy mumbled, eyelids fluttering shut. He did sound pretty sleepy. Harry blinked as Malfoy’s lips stretched into a soft, contented smile.
“Okay,” Harry said slowly. “But why are you resting on my lap?”
“Why not?” Malfoy replied. “Seems like a good place to me.”
Harry stiffened as Malfoy turned his head and snuggled into him. What was he playing at?
“Oi, Harry!” Harry looked up. Seamus had just entered the eighth year common room and was grinning at him. “Don’t you two look cosy,” he said with a wink. Harry blushed and tried to move his legs but Malfoy was just too heavy.
“I have no idea what’s going on,” Harry murmured. What had gotten into Malfoy?
“And then we have to get started on Transfiguration but first we have to- Oh!” Hermione stopped dead behind Seamus. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight before her, her studying schedule obviously forgotten. If only momentarily. Ron, who had seemed rather displeased with his girlfriend’s evening plans a second ago, suddenly had a weird glint in his eyes.
Harry watched his friends and was shocked when Hermione clutched her chest and put her other hand on Ron’s arm. He smiled at her and nodded.
“I thought something like this might happen,” he snickered.
“What?” Harry spluttered. When Pansy came into sight, a knowing grin on her face, Harry felt like they were all in on a joke he didn’t get. “Can somebody please tell me what is going on?”
“Shhhhh,” came from Harry’s lap. “Trying to sleep here, remember?”
Harry eyed Malfoy suspiciously. He had to admit, he might have reacted a little differently if they had been alone. It was a bit sudden, but he wasn’t all that opposed to Malfoy lying on his lap.
Harry’s eyes darted to his friends again when Hermione leaned over to Pansy and whispered something to her. Looking exasperated, Pansy nodded. Harry still wasn’t used to the fact that they were all getting along so well now. Pansy could be fun but, still, Harry was a bit wary around her.
He kept his eyes on her as Hermione strode over to him.
“Don’t be mad,” she told him. Harry frowned.
“What did you do?”
“Well…” She looked at him sheepishly. “It’s more what I didn’t do.”
Harry looked at her, puzzled. She leaned closer to him and dropped her voice to a whisper.
“I didn’t stop Pansy, when she stole something from Slughorn’s personal stores and put it into Malfoy’s tea this morning.”
Harry’s frown deepened.
“What did she put in his tea?”
Hermione bit her lip and put a hand on his shoulder.
“We just felt like he deserved a good day for once. He’s been through so much.” She gazed at Malfoy thoughtfully. “That’s not to say you haven’t been having a hard time, either,” she added hastily. “But Pansy thought you might… benefit from it as well. Seems like she was right.”
Harry looked between Malfoy and Hermione, not understanding what she was telling him. It must have shown on his face. Hermione sighed and shook her head.
“Felix Felicis, that’s what Pansy put in his drink.”
Harry’s mouth dropped open.
“That’s why he’s being so weird?”
“You were weird, too, when you took it in sixth year,” Hermione reminded him.
Yeah, Harry mused, it had been a strange experience. He had felt so happy and cheerful, like nothing could go wrong. And, somehow, he had known exactly what he had to do to get… to get what he wanted.
Harry’s eyes darted back to Malfoy, who was still smiling contentedly with his eyes closed. Harry wondered what would have happened if his friends had given him the potion, instead of Malfoy. He doubted things would have been this forward but, maybe, it would have had a similar outcome.
Ignoring the fact that everyone in the room was watching him, he slowly raised his hand and ran his fingers through Malfoy’s hair. The Slytherin let out a long sigh that made the corners of Harry’s mouth twitch.
As he sat there, stroking Malfoy’s hair and marvelling at the fluttery feeling in his stomach, Harry thought it was lucky he and Malfoy apparently wanted the same thing.
So many vows. They make you swear and swear. Defend the king. Obey the king. Keep his secrets. Do his bidding. Your life for his. But obey your father. Love your sister. Protect the innocent. Defend the weak. Respect the gods. Obey the laws. It’s too much. No matter what you do, you’re forsaking one vow or the other.
Don’t forget Gorillaz fans, Jamie Hewlett exist! He made all you’re favorite band members come to life in the music videos, shorts, ect! He continues drawing them countless times and works day and night to give you new content with the band members! So please appreciate him!!! ❤❤❤
You know, I’m actually not even the least bit shocked that the BBC is deciding to announce who Thirteen is less than a week before SDCC. Which is, as we all know, supposed to be a big farewell and celebration of Peter’s Doctor and Moffat’s era.
Matt announced he was leaving back in June of 2013 and Peter wasn’t announced as Twelve until August of 2013. This didn’t happen to Matt, so why should it happen to Peter? It seems like its no secret that the BBC (and the media) have undermined Twelve and Peter’s run at every chance they got. There is hardly any official merchandise of Twelve, especially when you compare it to Ten and Eleven. On top of that, Twelve’s run has not only not won any awards or given any recognition for its groundbreaking episodes, but Peter himself hasn’t won anything for his time on the show. Who knows, maybe he will for series 10, but right now its looking doubtful.
Ever since 2014, several articles have ran with the titles “Who will be Peter Capaldi’s replacement?”, “_____ wants to be the Thirteenth Doctor!”, “Have ratings gone down because of Peter Capaldi?”, etc. Articles ran filled with ageism, and nothing but disrespect towards Peter.
I could probably go on a much longer rant, but I won’t. Peter and his era deserves so much more credit and love than its given. It has been one of the most groundbreaking, if not the most groundbreaking era that this show has ever made.
When I made this post, I was simply complaining about the BBC and media’s treatment of Twelve and Peter. Not Moffat, not Clara, not the fandom. I didn’t make this post for the blame game to be played. I wasn’t expecting this post to take off like it did just because of me simply voicing my frustrations towards the BBC and media (and it being their faults, no one else’s) for Twelve’s era being underrated.
Was I tired and emotional while making this? Yes. Did the announcement of Thirteen overshadow Peter’s time at SDCC? No.
While I still think Twelve’s era deserved a better treatment from the BBC and media, it shouldn’t detract from celebrating and appreciating it.