that potter boy


Hinny (Ginny × Harry)
Hogwarts Pairings 4/?

We Need to Talk

Harry liked Malfoy.

It was still pretty weird to admit. He didn’t know if he’d ever really get used to the fact that he and the boy he had hated so much had ended up here.

Here being inside a small broom cupboard on the third floor. Malfoy’s arms loosely draped around his waist. Harry resting against him and gripping the sides of Malfoy’s shirt while resting his forehead on the other boy’s shoulder. Both boys trying to even out their breathing after a heated snog session.

He liked this. And he was pretty sure Malfoy liked it too. He certainly hadn’t complained when Harry had stuck his tongue down his throat. Or when they had ground their hips together until each reaching their climax.

Harry lifted his head a fraction of an inch to stare at the small, dark red marks that were dotted up and down Malfoy’s neck. He was embarrassed that he had lost control like that. Again. He really hadn’t meant for this to happen.

He had meant for them to talk. To discuss this thing between them. But as soon as he had closed the cupboard door Malfoy had pulled him close and ghosted a kiss across his lips and Harry had just… melted.

And it just kept happening like that. Harry would decide that it was finally time to talk. To figure out what this attraction between them actually meant. But just when he would get him alone, Malfoy would become surprisingly gentle and intimate with him.

One time Malfoy had stroked his cheek slowly with the back of his hand before kissing him tenderly. Another time he had grabbed his hand and kissed each finger softly before lightly sucking on one. One time he had simply just held him as he breathed in the scent of Harry’s shampoo.

It threw Harry off every time and drove him completely mad. It made his breath catch in his throat and his cock thicken in his pants. It was incredibly arousing and yet, just sosweet. And so unlikeMalfoy.

But maybe it was just the fact that it was Malfoy that made him like it so damn much.

Harry finally separated from the other boy, grimacing at the cool, wet stickiness he felt in his trousers. Malfoy let his hands slip from Harry’s waist and pulled out his wand to cast a cleaning charm on them both. He pressed one final chaste kiss to Harry’s lips before pulling away and making to open the cupboard door.

“See you, Potter.”

“Wait, no.”

Malfoy stopped without turning around.

“What,” he sighed.

Harry grabbed his hand and pulled him back so they were facing each other again.

“We need to talk,” Harry said, still firmly holding Malfoy’s hand.

“About?” Malfoy sighed again and quirked one eyebrow, looking positively bored.

“Us. This… What is this?” Harry said quietly. He was serious this time. He wasn’t going to let Malfoy get away again without a solid answer.

Malfoy just stared at him. But Harry thought he could just see one side of his mouth curl upward as if a smile were threatening to escape.

“We’re going to be late for Charms,” he said calmly before giving Harry’s hand a light squeeze and then trying to pull away again. Harry only held on tighter.

“I don’t care.”

Malfoy looked down at their joined hands and seemed to think for a few seconds before intertwining their fingers and doing the same thing with their other hands too.

“What do you want this to be, Potter?” he asked seriously.

Harry opened his mouth to say something and then paused, closing it again. He didn’t know what he wanted. Because despite wanting to talk to Malfoy about the why of it all, he honestly hadn’t thought that far.

“I don’t know,” he said. He took a deep breath. “I just know… that I like this.”

“Mmm,” Malfoy hummed. He leaned forward until their foreheads were touching. Harry watched as his cool, grey eyes looked up at him from under his eyelashes. He whispered, “I like it, too,” and kissed him again, soft and slow.

Harry felt himself melting into the kiss and beginning to forget everything he had been so determined to talk about. It didn’t feel important anymore.

But just as things were starting to pick up speed, Malfoy pulled away abruptly, opening the cupboard door and slipping out before Harry could stop him, and said over his shoulder, “We really need to get to class.”

Harry stood there frozen for a few seconds as he watched Malfoy walk away. No, he thought. It’s now or never.

He shook himself and started running until he caught up to the blonde. He was just about to grab his arm when Malfoy whipped around as quick as lightning and pushed the center of Harry’s chest with one hand until he was pressed flush up against the wall. Harry opened his mouth in protest, but Malfoy covered it with his other hand, silencing him.

“No, Potter,” he said angrily. “We’re not discussing this anymore. You said yourself you don’t know what you want, and I’m not going to figure it out for you. Whatever you want, whatever you want this to be—want us to be, it doesn’t matter. Not to me, anyway. I’m here, Potter. And I’m all in. I’ve been all in with you since the day we met. And I was all in when you hated me. I was all in when you wanted to fight. I was all in when you kissed me a month ago. And I will be all in if you decide you want more than this. I’m here, Potter. In whatever way you want me, I’m here.”

Harry stood there in shock, eyes wide open. Malfoy’s cheeks were flushed pink from either anger or embarrassment, Harry didn’t know which. They stared at each other intensely for a few moments before Harry felt Malfoy’s hands slide away from him, releasing him from his firm hold.

He seemed to shake himself slightly before saying, “Now, some of us actually need to do well in their N.E.W.T.’s. So, I’ll see you in Charms.” He turned and walked away and Harry finally let him go, slumping against the wall again, thinking hard.

His mind was reeling from what Malfoy had said. He couldn’t have asked for more honesty, even if he had given Malfoy some Veritaserum. He still didn’t know what he wanted, or where he wanted this… relationship to go. But what Malfoy had given him during his little speech was… time to figure it all out. With no pressure.

So Harry liked Malfoy. That much he knew.

And for now, that was enough. He knew Malfoy would be there when he figured it all out.

Quotes I've Said While Reading Fics PT. 3

*reads sentence* *locks screen of phone* *deep breath* *whispers* “you’re in love with him.”

“Wow, and I thought I was an idiot.”

*Halfway through a fic* “Nope. I don’t like where this is going. I’m not gonna read it.”

“What the fuck.”

“Can that even fit up a person’s ass?”

“Okay, fuck you, highschool is NOT like this.”

“Awwwwwwwww.” *Sniff* “I’m so lonely. Haha.”

“Wow. I feel embarrassed for you. And this is fiction for fiction.”

*Singing* “Fuck this shit I’m out. Alright then. I don’t really care, Imma get the fuck up out of here.”

*Singing again* “That’s a humAN PERSOOON.”

“I could be outdoors. Getting a tan, enjoying the sun. I’m reading gay fucking cliche romance shit. Why.”

“Wow this fic has a large word count. It’s above 96,000. Damn. 96,000. Dollas? Holla-”

“I’ve read this fic. The ending does not change. It’s still sad…. But, maybe if I read it again- No! Stop.”

The Hogwarts Houses According to What I've Seen from Myself and My Friends

- epic bitch face
- they don’t cry often (try ever)
- great at lying but it’s (usually) for the right reasons
- feels everything or nothing
- everything exists in a moral grey area to them
- will do anything to accomplish their goals (even if that goal is simply to make someone smile or win an argument)
- corruption is their main prerogative
- best alcohol tolerance
- has literally never once been lonely
- will fight anyone who looks at gryffindor wrong

- very ticklish
- they take impulsivity to new levels
- happy when other people are happy
- have been known to cry when thinking about dogs
- just slightly more competitive than slytherin
- lightweight
- will do absolutely anything on a dare
- best people to talk to at 3am
- always (literally always) looking flawless
- 100% likely to be as bitter as the coffee they drink
- protective

- no. 1 go to if you want a new book to read
- they have mastered the ‘disapproving eyebrow’ game
- mom friend™
- voice of reason
- very supportive
- nothing scares them like being considered stupid
- makes plans
- will make your phone calls for you
- highly irritated by Slytherin and Hufflepuff arguing for the 17th time that day
- smart enough to procrastinate
- would definitely read you a bedtime story if you asked
- likes to make an effort

- puff puff love that wacky baccy
- they love cuddles
- value their alone time almost much as they hate being alone
- always have food to share (sometimes unwillingly)
- adamant that slytherin is wrong
- they are pure and smol
- blushes a lot
- did I mention PURE
- everyone else wants to protect them
- great laugh
- loves sweets
- gets drunk from just the smell of alcohol

  • Dumbledore: I've found the perfect place to raise Harry until he's old enough for school.
  • McGonagall: With Remus and Sirius?
  • Dumbledore: Nope...
  • McGonagall: Hagrid's?
  • Dumbledore: Not exactly...
  • McGonagall: At Hogwarts with me?
  • Dumbledore: No...
  • McGonagall: I give up. Where?
  • Dumbledore: Well, now I'm not sure I want to tell you.
  • A Ravenclaw pumped up on six cups of highly sugared coffee, a five hour energy, and three packs of skittles: listen man I can tell you 43 different types of birds and every feasible fact about the book I'm reading but if I have to name one more goddamn constellation I'm shoving this star chart up Galileo's ass
  • Lily: All men are dogs.
  • Remus: *staring at Sirius* Some more than others.
  • Sirius: Do wolves count as dogs?
  • Peter: I'm not a dog.
  • James: No, I see you more as a rat.
  • Lily: I don't know where this conversation has gone.

Parents: what do you want for your birthday?

Me: books

Parents: anything else?

Me: books

Parents: something other than books

Me: novels.

Quotes I've Said While Reading Fics PT. 4

*thinking to myself* Oh god, how do I respond? How does one respond when your mother asks what you’re reading. I’m reading smut, mom.
*Out loud* Oh, just an online story.

“She seems too nice. This won’t end well…”

“I can’t even focus on the words, it’s 2 am, the screen is swimming. I need to go to bed.”

“Oh! I know the perfect song to go with this chapter!”

“Did you make a fucking Frozen reference? Followed by a Mean Girls reference? No.”

“That’s inaccurate.”

“What is punctuation? This person doesn’t know.”

“This is just words. Where are the paragraphs?”

“This isn’t proper grammar or spelling. Stop it. Get some help.”

“Wow, what a sick burn!” *Ironically dabs*

“In the words of Daniel James Howell: back thE FUCK UP.”

“Don’t these characters know that death is bad for someone’s health?”

“Oh my god! Clean and sharpen your knife! If you keep using it without proper care, it won’t kill people as easily!” *Whispers* “I’m sane, I promise.”

“I swear if he does what I think he will, I’m throwing my phone.”

“I’m talking to myself, shit.”