#I don't think my mutuals are potter heads

[supercool-here]

hello. Does anyone know of a good HP fanfic about Severus Snape and Lilly Potter getting together and living happy? I know Harry wouldn't exist then but I find Alan Rickman very hot and for that reason I want Snape to be happy

[cosmicpearlz]

yours for the time being

summary: what happens when your academic rival of years, proposes an offer of fake dating? pure chaos.

pairing: gryffindor!jude bellingham x slytherin!reader

a/n: a little mini series coming your way! i'm so excited and got inspired by me rewatching the harry potter movies. anywho, enjoy my loves!

the other students at hogwarts never stood a chance when it came to jude bellingham and y/n y/l/n. for years, the gryffindor boy and slytherin girl were always found going head-to-head. sometimes to the point that nobody cared enough to get in the way or in between that. the pair had often expressed how they wouldn't be in each other's presence, had they not had mutual friends.

"yo y/l/n!" you peek down the hallway, seeing jude walking towards you. with the roll of your eyes, you swiftly start walking in the other direction, choosing to ignore him. jude huffs to himself and picks up his pace to be right behind you. laying a hand on your shoulder, he turns you to face him.

"i know you heard me calling you back there."

"yeah, i did. which is why i chose to walk in the other direction. also, get your filthy hand off me," you pushed his hand off your shoulder.

"listen, i need to talk to you."

"about what? how you're failing in charms?"

"you know damn well i'm top of the class."

"no the fuck you're not. it's funny you even think that."

"oh, i don't think. i know so."

"what do you want bellingham? you're wasting my time and i don't want to be late for class. you know how professor snape gets."

"i need you to fake date me."

staring at him wide eyed, your jaw practically dropped. "what the hell? that's possibly the worst idea you've ever had." you couldn't believe what you were hearing. fake date him? that was almost impossible.

"and you're sooo well known for your good ideas. just hear me out, this could benefit both of us."

"explain to me how," you crossed your arms, staring at the boy intensely.

"i can get lavender off of my back and you miss lonely, will finally have someone to date. you know since you have nobody."

"lavender? she wants you now?"

"a story for another day. seriously, you'll be in a relationship and maybe catch the attention of others," jude playfully pokes your arm, making you swat his hand away.

"it's not that i don't have anyone. i'm simply not interested, just like i'm not interested in your shitty deal."

"sure, if that's what helps you sleep at night. just think about it," jude throws you a wink and walks away to meet with harry and ron.

-

when lunch time finally rolled around, the great hall was packed with students from every house. unfortunately, all you could think of was jude's proposition. without wanting to admit it, the fake dating thing could work. there were lots of boys in the school that kept begging for a date or a chance to sweep you off. they'd all back off if you were officially in a public relationship.

"so y/n, i seen you and jude chatting it up earlier. what did he want?" draco looks up from his plate, questioning you.

"none of your business ferret."

"that was two years ago, let it go."

"never."

"if she doesn't want to talk about it, just leave it be," pansy comes to defend you. you smiled and reached your arm across the table, giving her hand a squeeze.

"see this is why she's my best friend."

"wow just yesterday i was your best friend," theo shakes his head with a disapproving look and a growing smirk.

"shut up theodore," you laughed, pushing his shoulder. jude's head snaps in the direction of your laugh. he knows it like the back of his hand. he doesn't know why seeing you with theodore makes his blood boil.

"mate, where's your head at?" ron pulls the boys attention back to the group. jude shakes his head, averting his eyes from you.

"he's too focused on our darling y/n."

"ew hermoine, don't call that snake 'ours'." hermoine is quick to hit harry's arm with disappointing look.

"stop talking about her like that. she's nothing like the rest of them. you'd know if you simply get to know her."

"yeah whatever. all slytherins are the same. don't you agree jude?" the silence was loud, leaving harry confused. "jude?" the gryffindor boy could care less about the conversation. jude gets up from his seat, ignoring the calls of his friends, heading straight for the slytherin table. he didn't even care about the wondering eyes of the other students.

"don't look now but your boy toy is heading this way."

"gross blaise, he isn't my-"

"fancy taking a walk with me?" jude asks, while holding a hand out to you. you looked up at him in disbelief.

"if i must," you get up, completely disregarding his outstretched hand. the two of you walked out of the great hall. jude lead the way outside, heading towards the lake.

"have you thought about my offer?"

"desperate much?"

"you didn't answer the question."

"yes bellingham. i have thought about your offer," you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms against your chest.

"and?" jude mimics you by crossing his arms against his chest as well.

"i have decided that it will benefit us both, but we need to lay some ground rules."

"how about you brainstorm some stuff and i'll do the same. we'll converse again at the three broomsticks after classes on friday," he didn't give you a chance to reply before walking away. jude bellingham was truly going to be the death of you.

-

jude didn't bother you anymore for the last couple of days. it was finally friday, meaning you guys were going to go over your ground rules for being fake lovers. once classes were over, you headed to the three broomsticks. the walk through hogsmeade was peaceful, just a little chilly. upon arriving, your eyes meet jude's and he sported a growing smirk.

"right over here baby," you can feel heat spreading across your face in embarrassment. although the pub was full of people who didn't care, you couldn't help but to be embarrassed. you sit in the chair across from the boy.

"don't do that."

"if we're gonna be fake dating, we have to sell it y/n," Jude leans over to whisper to you.

"a little heads up would've been nice jude," you shuffled around in your mini backpack to pull out your notebook. in it, you had all the stuff you wrote down for the pending agreement.

"here's a list of rules I came up with, feel free to add onto it or edit it how you like," jude takes the notebook, scanning over the words that were written on the page.

fake dating

pet names are okay but don't try to overdo it

touching is okay too (make it like natural)

always show up for each other's events (it isn't real if you don't)

don't under any circumstances... at all... get attached

"i wanna add one more thing but other than that, it's a deal," you wave him off and handed him a spare pen. allowing him to write what he wanted. jude slides the book back towards you, giving you a chance to read the last term.

"must go on dates?" you tilt your head in confusion. this was the last thing you'd ever think that he would write.

"well yeah, it has to look real. trust me lavender will not leave me alone if she even thinks that we're not truly dating."

"are you going to tell me about that now?"

"after you sign the paper."

"so dramatic," you quietly laugh to yourself, taking the pen from his outstretched hand and signing your name. handing the pen back to him, you eyed him as he signed his name next to yours. jude looked strangely calm about this whole thing. meanwhile, you were panicking on the inside because you would be closer to the boy than you've ever been in the past couple of years.

"we should seal the deal with a kiss," jude looked up from the book and grinned. that stupid boyish grin. you face dropped in annoyance. he loved to rail you up and seeing the effected he seemed to have on you.

"you're pushing it."

"c'mon, we're gonna have to kiss at some point." you rolled your eyes and leaned on your elbows, pushing yourself up to be in the middle of the table. jude meets you halfway and places a peck to your lips. his lips were soft like pillows. something that made your head spin. ignoring the tingling feeling you got from the small kiss, you sat back down with your arms crossed over your chest.

"i could kiss the pout right off your face."

"you're having way too much fun with this. now, spill the beans about lavender." you watched as the boy's face drops; it almost makes you want to laugh.

"okay, you know how lavender had a thing for ron, right?" you nodded your head, letting him continue his thought. "after they were together for a little bit. ron had gotten sick with poison and in the hospital wing, he was calling hermione's name out. lavender left him and ever since, the girl has had this weird obsession with me!"

"wow, that's literally insane."

"you're telling me! she's everywhere and it's starting to get creepy, jude shakes his head with a disgusted look. you laughed at his antics, causing him to chuckle with you.

"we should go before curfew," you say, gazing back into the gryffindor's eyes. you're met with a small smile and a nod. the two of you maneuvered around to gather your belongings to leave. you didn't get a chance to swing the backpack strap around your shoulder, seeing as jude grabs it from your hands and swings it around his shoulder instead.

"you're going to carry a green backpack? as in green for slytherin."

"you're my girlfriend," he shrugs his shoulders and holds his hand out for you to grab. you quietly slide your hand into his, fitting together like a puzzle piece. you let jude lead the way back to the castle.

-

the castle halls were nearly empty. making just before the prefects started checking to make sure everyone in their rooms. jude walks you all the way to your painting, hands still connected. the walk was quiet but surprisingly not weird or awkward.

"this is me."

"i'll see you in the morning, yeah?"

"yeah, i guess i'll see you around," you playfully roll your eyes, making the boy smile. jude lets go of your hand and immediately you miss the warmth it produced. it made your heartbeat race at the thought of being able to hold his hand again. he hands you the backpack that he took from you earlier. the boy surprises you again by wrapping his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into a hug. you reciprocate the action and wrap your arms around his waist. a quiet hug that seemed like neither of you wanted to let go first.

"goodnight y/n."

"goodnight jude. don't let a prefect see you."

"i'll be fine," he places a quick kiss to your cheek and walks away, heading in the direction to the gryffindor painting. it feels so unnatural to be like this with jude but it's like second nature to him. maybe you were completely in over your head.

[draco-dormiens]

FOR ALL THAT IS RIGHT AND JUST - Chp. 1

auror!draco x auror!fem!slytherin reader / post-war au

a/n: sorry about my inconsistent ass. i'm hoping you enjoy this first chapter after i changed it a little, makes better sense for the story to come. sit back and relax cos this is nearly 4000 words bby ��

warnings: talk of the war, people missing/kidnapping, strong language, mutual pining

wc: 3984

tags: @yeolsbubbles @send-me-styles @shinytalent

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Ministry Mayhem

London, 1st May 2007

In the early hours of Tuesday morning, as the sun rose and began to cast it's orangey glow through the gaps in the bedroom curtains, the first ring of an alarm blared a rather unwelcome sound throughout the quietness of the small London flat that you called home. Sleepily, you peel your eyes open to read the time; 6:15am. With a soft grunt, you reach out to slam the snooze button with all the strength you could muster. A typical day, no less, was awaiting you at the Auror office of the British Ministry of Magic, and it was about to wait a little longer, too.

Besides, it wasn't as if anything was in dire need of solving. For the last ten years, the wizarding world had come to know a peace that had long escaped it. The fear and uncertainty that comes with nasty rumours, shadowy figures and the whispers of war was long over now. Harry Potter had fought and won against the most fearsome Dark Wizard in all of history, and now he was keeping the peace as Head of the Auror Office. Although, it wasn't all that exciting nowadays. The more gripping cases ranged from bewitched broomsticks to Oblivating Muggles in the wrong place at the wrong time. It certainly wasn't taking a whole team of Aurors to clear the workload, with most officers getting fidgety and frustrated. It was as if they wanted something to happen; in your eyes, you'd rather be Oblivating an elderly woman who saw a young boy riding a broomstick over London than some raging lunatic.

The clock blares again. Another tap of the snooze button. For a moment, you thought you'd heard knocking at your window. No, you think, I'm just tired. Five more minutes and I'll get up.

It wasn't your first choice, becoming an Auror. During your school years as a young Slytherin, you were certain it was Ancient Runes that you would pursue. That was long before the brewing storm started to reach its boiling point, clouding up any chance you had of finishing school. The prospect of war had reached civilians, and along with it a great fear of the unknown. It was perilous to venture outside of your home; your parents had been cautious to send you back for sixth year. The rumours were terrible. Frightening, even, especially when it was becoming clearer that most of them were true. Even the ones in your own family. A vivid memory of your father arguing in hushed whispers with your uncle one night over Christmas break, had solidified a fear that had been nagging your parents for a long while.

"You can't," your father said, almost spitting the words as you pressed your ear to the door, "don't go to him. Don't give your life away for something so ludicrous."

Your friends began whispering amongst themselves. Troublesome tales of someone you had known your whole life had started circulating around the school. A hard pill to swallow, but one you had to force down eventually.

"My parents said he's right," Pansy had muttered one night in the common room, the glow of the fire just lighting up her face, "I'm starting to think that following him is the better way to go."

"Have you seen Draco lately? He looks dreadful. His attitude is somehow worse." Daphne whispered, and then gulped, "you don't think... surely not, right? He's only our age."

"Dunno, heard his father was a follower during the first war," Blaise then added, looking around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, "I wouldn't hold your breath. I think he's one of them."

You stir in your sleep as if an unpleasant dream had began to plague your slumber. The clock blares its final warning, and with it, a series of sharp, jarring taps at your window that only grow in volume the longer you lay there. Groggily, you get up, slamming the alarm clock as you make your way to the impatient visitor. As you pull back the curtain, you see a familiar owl perched on the window sill with a letter secured in its beak. You open the window and gently take it from it's grip, and with a mighty swoosh of its wings, it soars off over the city. Ripping open the letter, you hadn't bothered to notice the wax seal of the Auror office, and begin to read:

Get down to the office as soon as you can. Sending this to everyone. It's serious.

From the handwriting you can tell who the sender is. Though still half asleep, you understand the urgency and begin rushing to get dressed. As you button the last hole on your blouse, readying yourself to enter the Ministry through the Floo network, you hear a knock at your door. Grumbling about who it could be and marching across the living room, you swing it open to be met with your, quite literal, partner in crime.

"Draco." You say simply, a smile ghosting your lips. He beams back, his attire as pristine as if he just walked out of the store. His white hair not an inch out of place, his black suit and white button down completely creaseless, and a glimmering Auror badge on his jacket to top it all off. He flashes a pearly white smile, leaning against the door frame with that same old cocky demeanour. Draco appears in some of your earliest memories as a child, and even now in work, he was a significant part of your everyday life. Growing up as children of wealthy pureblood families, it was a regular practice to mingle with those of your kind. Even though his personality was an acquired taste, despite your differing views and childish bickering, he was still both a thorn in your side and a priceless friend.

Friend. For as long as you can remember.

"Morning, take it you got Potters note?" He said, sauntering in to your apartment like it was his own, "reckon he's being a bit dramatic, don't you? Probably just dropped a biscuit in his brew."

"I doubt he'd send an owl all over London for a biscuit, Draco," you call back, hurrying to get the rest of your things together before leaving, "I think something is genuinely wrong, and I'm a little worried if I'm honest. We haven't had anything major in... well, forever."

"You know, if you'd told me in like, fifth year, that one day I'd be clambering out of bed before seven in the morning for Potter, I'd probably have pitched myself off the highest turret." Draco said dramatically, just after accusing Harry of being equally as ridiculous.

"Stop moaning and get in the fireplace," you said as if it were something normal people say on a regular basis, "we need to get down there and find out what's happening."

Draco, still mumbling, clambers into your fireplace and waits for you to squeeze in next to him. Much smaller than his own, he's bent doubly to get in, and ushers you to get the Floo powder before his back gives in. His moaning is only met with a rather stern look from yourself. You take a handful of Floo powder from the little bag sitting on the hearth, and take Draco's hand in yours. With a chant, you fling the powder down at your feet, and with a puff of green smoke, you both disappear, leaving the small flat empty and silent.

In the blink of an eye, you're no longer standing in your living room, but instead in the shiny, emerald tiled entrance to the Ministry. Draco dusts himself down, tutting at the slight specs of soot on his jacket, not noticing how you've become stiff with shock.

"Bloody Floo network," he mumbles to himself, coming to stand beside you, "how are you spotless? It's always me that gets-"

He stops his rambling when his eyes follow your line of vision to see the hoard of people just up ahead, swarming the foyer like ants, an incoherent jumble of noises filling the air from cries to shouts. All extremely well dressed and rather wealthy looking, you both got the impression that these people were not average witches and wizards: they were, in fact, much like yourselves - from old, pureblood money.

"What in Merlin's name is all of this?" You mutter, mostly to yourself, as your feet start to carry you towards the mess, Draco following behind. In the midst of all the chaos, is Delphina Sallow, the lady that usually operates the front desk of the Auror office. Delphina was a tall, slender woman with very dark hair and pale blue eyes, which were a striking contrast to her rather ghostly complexion. A nervous sort of woman, she was struggling immensely in a heated conversation with a man you recognised as Mr Selwyn, whose son was in your year at Hogwarts. Much larger than back then, with his pointer finger jabbing the air furiously, he seems to be, at best, enraged.

"This is a travesty, young lady!" He bellows at Delphina, who has resorted to using her clipboard for protection against the wave of saliva, "my son has been taken, taken I tell you, right from under our noses! Sleeping soundly he was; I can see him sitting there during third supper, not a care in the world, enjoying his fourth lamb chop like the innocent boy he is. I demand justice, young lady, or so help me I'll sue the entire Auror office for all it's bloody well worth."

"P-please, sir, I'm only the receptionist, I-I don't have any authority to help you-"

"No authority?" Mr Selwyn shouts with such force, his large moustache almost flies off of his round, purple face, "I do not care for your position, young lady, get me someone who can find my son or I'll be in the right mind to get you fired. I know people in high places, you know!"

"Excuse me," you interrupt as you reach them, Delphina's face washing over with absolute relief, "can I ask what's going on here? Miss Sallow is not an officer, sir. If you have concerns, please take them up with someone clearly wearing a badge."

You point abruptly to the shining Auror badge on your jacket. Mr Selwyn scoffs irritably.

"Well, miss badge, I demand you find my son. At once." He rounds on you, his large, bulbous belly almost touching you before he can get any closer. Draco appears almost instantly, standing just in front of you, the most condescending smile curling at his lips, trying and failing to hide the clear desire to swing a fist into Mr Selwyns beetroot coloured face.

"If you get any closer, sir, I may have to resort to unsavoury means. All in the name of law, you understand." Draco stood completely straight, towering over the stumpy Mr Selwyn, to which the angered man grunted something under his breath before waddling off to his next victim.

"Thank you," Delphina sighs, dabbing the sweat on her forehead with a handkerchief, "he's not the only one I've dealt with this morning. So many reports of missing persons, all within the last few hours or so. I-it's my day off, I'm only here on Mr Potter's orders."

"As are we, Miss Sallow," Draco smiles at Delphina, to which she blushes furiously, "I think you should head back up. Tell Potter we're here, would you?"

As if the Minister himself had instructed her, she scurries off to the lifts.

"Honestly, you could tell Del to jump off a cliff." You scoff lightheartedly, turning back to see a rather smug looking Draco, as he simply fixes his tie and winks down at you.

"It's the charm, darling. Don't say it doesn't affect you, too."

Before he can bask in your flustered reaction, off in the distance, amongst more distraught civilians, you spot Cerberus Langarm, fellow Auror, rushing through the crowds of people with a look of pure determination on his face. You tug on Draco's arm, inciting him to follow you, as you battle through to chase Cerberus. Amid the madness, you hear a mixture of complaints and angry voices from the hoard of people. As you close in on Cerberus, you call out to him, causing him to halt and turn at the sound of your voice.

"I take it you both got letters, then?" Cerberus says as you reach him, "didn't know what we'd be walking into, but this is something else. Somehow, I don't think it's about a bewitched broomstick this time."

Cerberus Langarm was a tall, well built man with sun-kissed, olive skin and dark, shaved hair. He kept a very neatly trimmed moustache, and under his left eye was a deep scar that covered most of his cheek. He was a man dedicated to his duty, and other aspects of his life came second to it, which Draco often made a joke about. Cerberus was a well accomplished man of the law, and highly respected amongst his fellow officers and higher ups.

Sometimes, you wondered if Draco was a little jealous of Cerberus and his undeniable ability to walk into a room and make it sing for him.

"Delphina said something about missing person reports," you being to explain as the three of you make for the lifts, "and I have noticed something; most of these people, they look like a certain group of wizards. Don't you think?"

"You mean rich, pompous purebloods who have nothing better to do than flash their money and complain about Muggles?" Cerberus said, "yeah, they seem the sort. All I know is that Potter better have an explanation for all of this."

The lifts were especially busy; people were squashed like sardines in a can, garnering irritable tuts and mumblings amongst the staff trying to reach their destinations. The three of you manage to squeeze into a lift heading for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; whispers of the going's on in the foyer filled the usually awkward silence, as the relatively short journey felt like an eternity.

Once the lift had landed at the correct floor, the three of you took no time in squeezing out of the overflowing space and into the open air. For what felt like a moment of relief, was soon overtaken by the mayhem that you were presented with. The department was practically torn apart; papers everywhere, frantic officers pacing back and forth between rooms, folded notes in the shape of paper airplanes zoomed up and down the hallway, narrowly missing your head when one bolted for the lift doors, making it just in time before they slammed shut.

"Salazar's mother," Cerberus muttered, looking back at yourself and Draco whose eyes were transfixed by the sight, "we better find Potter."

Meanwhile, inside Harry's office, stood Harry and Auror Penelope Fawley, assessing the multitude of reports from that morning. They could hear the muffled sound of panic outside, the office workers were working relentlessly to try and get some sort of order in the place. Piles of letters sat upon Harry's desk, as the two of them read aloud the contents of the reports.

"During the night we heard strange ongoings in the neighbours backyard, sounds of magic and a man's voice," says Penelope outloud, "my husband got out of bed and lit up the room with his wand, before trekking down the stairs to peer out of the kitchen window. He thinks he saw two people appartating from the neighbours garden, but his eyesight is not what it used to be. Then, at around 5:30am, we received a knock on the door. It was Mrs Selwyn. Her son was missing."

Penelope, a fair-haired, pretty woman with dark blue eyes and black rimmed glasses, ran her perfectly manicured finger across the parchment as she read. Harry, now pacing up and down the office with his chin in his hand, listened carefully to what Penelope was reading aloud. She places down the parchment and picks up another letter, tearing it open and unfolding the note inside. Penelope clears her throat and begins reading once more:

"I received an owl from my sister a few days ago. She was worried that someone had been outside her house during the night, but couldn't seem to undo the Colloportus charm her husband casts on all the doors when he works nights. She has young children, and they live in a relatively secluded place." Penelope read, and then perched against the desk, "I owled back immediately, but didn't seem to receive a reply. Then around 6:00am this morning, her husband, Blaise Zabini, showed up at our door. My sister, Daphne Zabini, was missing from her bed when he returned home from work. The children were still sound asleep and seemingly untouched."

Harry comes to a halt at the window overlooking Muggle London below. With a great sigh, he rubs his tired eyes that had been awake since the early hours of the morning. As he turns to speak to Penelope, they both hear heavy, hurried footsteps beyond the door, and within a few seconds, you burst in, all guns blazing, Cerberus and Draco in hot pursuit.

"I do hope you have an explantation, Harry," you pant slightly, "what on earth is happening? Missing witches and wizards - and what was Delphina doing in foyer; she was getting practically spat at by Mr Selwyn, and not to mention the hoard of people downstairs, and the office-"

"Thank you, officer Y/L/N, I'm well aware of the situation both outside my door and in the foyer. In fact, I've been well aware of it since three this morning, so, if you’d be so kind as to ask one question at a time, I'd really appreciate it." said Harry, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Draco stifles a laugh behind you.

"Potter," Cerberus advances forward with urgency, "any kind of light you can shed."

Harry composes himself, and then walks over to his desk, pushing forward what looked like a collection of personal files from the Ministry of Magic Archives; somewhere that a person would need all kinds of permissions to enter. It contained many records - such as historical records, every single published issue of The Daily Prophet, various magical projects and, most importantly, personal files of every witch or wizard that comes into magic across the country.  Draco, his interest now peaked, gently brushes past you with a hand at the small of your back, his eyebrows knitted together in a very curious expression. He begins shuffling through them, his features relaxing into more concern than curiosity when he realises each and every one of them have a big, red stamp across the front that read: Missing.

"These," he breathes, looking up at Harry, who's expression was more exhaustion than anything else, "these are all purebloods... I know half of 'em. Nott, for one. Scrawny devil."

"They all look the sort in the foyer, too," adds Cerberus, "lots of old money and questionable bloodlines down there. Odd coincidence?"

"Not likely," pipes up Penelope, who lifts herself elegantly off the edge of the desk, "every single one of these witches and wizards have gone missing during the last few hours. All of them, and without a single trace. No signs of break ins, no signs of struggle or injury at the locations they went missing from. It's a fair assumption to say they have been kidnapped - and not by some amature."

"So you're saying that a whole bunch of wizards from pure bloodlines have just miraculously been taken from their beds in the night. For what reason, exactly?" Draco raises an eyebrow at Penelope. She doesn't look too impressed by his questioning of her theory.

"Malfoy," Harry said, not with his usual air of authority, however, it was far more pleading, "Penelope has a point. Let me give the bigger picture," Harry slumps down onto his office chair with a heaving sigh, before tucking himself under the desk and resting his elbows on the surface, hands intertwined, "I was called in by the Minister at three o'clock this morning. That's when the first report came in about a missing person. Not long after that, they started coming in troves. One after the other, we couldn't keep up. Hence why I owled," he took a pause, "Penelope was first here, and with her help, we retrieved the personal reports to further investigate the missing persons. We made the connection of their blood status quite quick, and have since then been trying to theorise as to why it only seems to be witches and wizards of a certain blood status."

"I'd say that was quite obvious," said Cerberus, who was a rather serious and right-to-the-point kind of officer, "someone out there has a grudge against them, surprisingly," he said with an air of sarcasm, "but it can't just be one person that has done all of this; there must be some sort of group or organisation. No one, even with magic, can be in all of those places at once."

Penelope suddenly gasped, and everyone looked around at her.

"What about Hogwarts? They need informing immediately. The amount of students, and faculty, that could be in danger tomorrow," she said with the utmost seriousness, "I can go, Harry. I can fly to Hogsmeade, they won't know a thing unless-"

"Thank you, Penelope, but I have already considered Hogwarts," Harry cut her off gently, and her shoulders slumped in relief, "in fact, I need to speak to Y/L/N and Malfoy. Langarm and Fawely - you go down into the foyer and tell the public to go home and rest. There's nothing more we can do right now without some more information."

The other two left, leaving Harry, Draco and yourself alone in his messy office. Once the door had been shut softly, he ushers you both to take a seat in front of him. You both do so, as Harry relaxes a little in his plush office chair, relishing of the quietness for a moment. 

"As you may already be aware, it's the tenth year anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts tomorrow and a memorial service is being held at the school," Harry begins to explain, "myself and Ron were invited by McGonagall as guests to represent the Ministry, and well, for other obvious reasons," he waves a dismissive hand, "however, with all this, I think it best we stay here. I'd much rather be there to support McGonagall, but I feel it's necessary that I'm accessible. So, instead, I'm sending you too to keep watch."

"Me?" Draco exclaims. Harry raises his eyebrows at the sudden outburst, "I hardly doubt they'd want me there, Potter. Can you imagine their faces?"

"I'm not sending you as guests, Malfoy," Harry reiterates, "I'm sending you as Ministry officials. You won't need to do anything drastic. I just want you to keep an eye on things. I'll send other officers too, as we might need to change protocol slightly to ease McGonagall's mind. Merlin knows she'll panic when she receives the owl I'm going to send."

"You can count on us, Harry." You say with utter confidence, "If anything happens, I'll inform you immediately. My owl is rather good at finding me in a tight situation."

"Thank you," he smiles kindly, Draco now completely silent, "now, you'll need to take the train to Hogwarts with the guests of the ceremony. I'd feel much better if you were on that train. I can't have eyes everywhere, so be my eyes. Got it?"

With a very sure nod, you rise from your seat, pulling an extremely quiet Draco up with you by the arm. You could tell he was bothered about returning to the school, even after all this time, but you had every bit of confidence in him. Even if he had none in himself.

disclaimer: i do not own harry potter or any of the characters or storyline associated with it.

[garcargofarfar]

HIHHIHIIH I SAW YOUR REQUEST ARE OPEN

May I pretty please request some fluffy headcanons for Laurance x Garrorth x reader?

Also, may I pretty please be ⭐ anon?

Omg my first request on this blog! Thank you Anon <3 (I honestly thought the Aphmau community was dead) AND YES OMG I LOVE GARRANCE. I wasn't sure if you wanted this as in separately fighting for your love type or a threesome type. ALSO I wasn't sure if you wanted this set in PDH or MyStreet(or mcd but I haven't watched mcd) so..

Here have them all⭐️

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Laurance x Garroth x Reader HEADCANONS

Laurance x Reader, Garroth x Reader, Garrance

Era of Pdh and MyStreet

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LAURANCE X READER/GARROTH X READER (separate)

PDH

Garroth and Laurance, like with Canon Aph, will both end up falling for you

The two of them would fight for your attention, remaining a friendly competition, but never letting that get in the way of their friendship

Garroth would be the more responsible and caring one

Laurance would be the more popular and carefree one

The two would secretly come to a mutual agreement to share you until you decide who to get with

Meanwhile, they'd both go behind each other's backs and try to spend the most time with you

You have separate classes with them both, respectively, yet also, occasionally have a class with both of them together

Garroth isn't the type for too over-the-top pet names, he'd go for something simple like love, sweetheart, babe, etc.

Laurance doesn't care as much and does whatever he feels like

Both boys will screw over one another and give them false information, thinking you had no clue

Meanwhile, you were aware of everything listed above but just never admit it

MYSTREET

Remember what I said earlier about Garroth being the responsible one? Yeah, not anymore.

Garroth will eventually turn out to be the outgoing and goofy bundle of joy, but he knows when to be serious and when not to

Laurance is.. well, Laurance. He hasn't changed much since high school, but a tad bit more serious than he used to be to balance out Garroth's crazy mind

Both the boys would come over to find you occasionally at your house and refuse to leave, always finding excuses to be by your side

Eventually, they'll give in and work together, trying to get your attention together

Seeing as they live together, they hold meetings to plot out the perfect moments

L : "Oh, what a coincidence! Zane says he'd be home late."

G : "Would you mind if we stayed longer? To watch another movie?"

You : "We just watched all eight of the Harry Potter movies! Eight!"

GARRANCE X READER(threesome)

PDH

The two starts off surprised, learning that you're up to try a threesome

At first, it's hard to share you

Eventually, the two boys will learn to be gay asses and they'd purposely show each other more affection than to you to piss you off

You get pissed off

It takes them forever to get your attention and forgiveness, but knowing them, they'd pull this off again in less than two weeks time

MYSTREET

The boys are mature, they'll finally learn to share.

Until, of course, they start getting jealous of each other. Again.

Garroth is usually on your left and Laurance on your right

It doesn't mean anything, but it's become habit

Actually, a lot of things have become habit

Like watching movies with the two on the weekends, having one boy's head on your lap as your head lays on the others shoulders, arms wrapped around you

And then, comes Sprinkles.

Laurance uses Sprinkles as bait and gaslighting

You use Sprinkles as emotional support while the two fight over Garroth's love for Sprinkles

L : "GARROTH! SPRINKLES WILL BE VERY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU!"

G : "STOP BRINGING HER INTO THIS!"

You : *petting Sprinkles in your room* "Why are they like this."

Sprinkles : meow.

You : "I don't know what I see in those two idiots either."

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[wsknbfanaccnt]

idk why but i found a dialogue prompt that i want to give to you you can do with it whatever you'd like or do nothing

"You've changed me for the better"

"I never thought you needed changing"

sorry not sorry to those who were expecting smth else but im doing a little AkaSev thing here<3 tbh i dont even have any idea of what im doing but thats usally what happens with fics anyways

so here's a little drabble

I Never Thought You Needed Changing

One of the things that Sevonne had always looked for in a companion is comfort in silence. There are just some friends who you'd feel awkward around if you weren't doing anything or talking.

But here she was, reading in silence next to her beloved. Granted their books were completely different (she had Harry Potter and he had a book about shogi), but there was just a mutual understanding. Presence is all they needed.

Akashi put his book down to his lap, inserting a bookmark between the pages and taking a deep sigh to fill his lungs with the breeze that the waves of the sea caressed them with. His gaze switched to his girlfriend of three years, only to find that she was looking back at him as well.

"Your book getting boring?"

"I merely wanted to focus on you instead," he blurted out with a soft smile, Sevonne chuckling and shaking her head. She put her book down and used a bookmark that Akashi gave her. There was something so serene about the harmony of page turning and the waves crashing on the shore.

"It's rather nice... reminiscing. I remember the day I met you as if it was yesterday," Akashi blurted out, his chin on his knuckles. Sevonne knew Akashi enough that she knew he was going to start being vulnerable.. something that he has been working on for years now. So of course, it was welcome.

"Really? I don't... I think my first memory of you is us hanging out at lunch," she said, shrugging her shoulders and looking back out into the beach.

"You have changed me for the better throughout these years.. did you know that?" Akashi said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. Sevonne curled her lips into a small smile, her gaze still into the horizon.

"I never knew you needed changing. I just loved you from the beginning," Sevonne followed, leaning back against her beach chair. She finally looked at Akashi, her eyes fixed at his hair. The sunset rays were illuminating them, his hair like fire.

In his pocket, he fiddled with a ring.

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[sweet-s0rr0w]

I’m back with a follow up to last year’s Valentine's Day reclist, featuring a whole new cast and crew of Drarry writers, artists, reccers, and fans!

Once again, the question was: ‘what one or two fics, or scenes, or quotes, represent peak Drarry romance to you?’ and to make things even harder, no duplicates from last year were allowed. I’m absolutely thrilled yet again with the vast range of fics chosen, many of which I wasn’t familiar with myself, and would urge all of you romantics to check them out!

Featuring answers from academicdisasterfic, babooshkart, bluebutter-art, booktopus, caroll-in, cavendishbutterfly, citrusses, crazybutgood, emmalovesdilemmas, epitomereally, geesenoises, getawayfox, ghaniblue, gryffindorhearts, kbrick, lettersbyelise, makeitp1nk, moonflower-rose, mxlfoydraco, oknowkiss, sleepstxtic, sorrybutblog, wolfpants

Like last time, those fics which did come up more than once are in red, and I let people have more than two, or poly fics, or art if they wanted because I’m still a softie!

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@academicdisasterfic

💗Running on Air by @tinyhistory (T, 75k)

It's easy to lust after someone, to match their face to a missed heartbeat or a sharp intake of breath. It's easy to say, I want them because of the colour of their eyes, the lines of their body. It's something else entirely to say, I want them because of the way they rest their hands on a steering wheel, the way they gaze out a window, the way they say my name.

💗Relic Radiation by @tackytigerfic (M, 1k)

The screen blinked red around the edges, a countdown, and Draco leaned in even closer and said, “I mean literally. I’m on your side of the planet right now. And I’m coming back down soon, remember. I mean, I have to. But I would anyway. Just hold on for me?”

@babooshkart

💗Polar Night/Midnight Sun by toomuchplor (E, 54k)

“You drive me mad, Potter, you –”

It’s mutual, Harry thinks gladly, tearing at Draco’s flies. He feels mad, like an idiot, like a reckless thoughtless – but here’s the mindless joy of Draco’s mouth on his, and Harry falls into it, falls and falls until he forgets he’s falling, and stops wondering if he’ll ever land.

@bluebutter-art

💗Dear Stranger by @iero0 (T, 23k)

“I want you to hold me,” Draco says, and adds, “I want to hold you,” because he doesn’t know which one is truer. It starts like a hug Draco would see between mates. But Potter clings to him and rests his head on Draco’s shoulder. He has never realised that the other man is a few centimetres shorter than him, but Draco can comfortably nestle his face in Potter’s hair, redolent of cedarwood and vanilla, and urge his face closer to his neck until he feels Potter’s nose and his stubble not against his robe but against his skin. These broad shoulders that appear so unyielding melt to Draco’s touch.

(also just every time Harry writes "I hope you had a reason to smile today" in his letters to Draco)

@thebooktopus

💗Glowing by @cavendishbutterfly (T, 9.7k)

“It’s been so good with you,” Draco said. “It’s been easy. I don’t have to think about it around you, I can just be.”

💗Develop, Stop and Fix by @onbeinganangel (E, 15k)

It’s the face that surprises Draco the most, not one he’s ever seen in the mirror. It’s a soft expression, half surprise, half adoration, a small shy smile playing at his lips. Draco might have been in love even then, if that face is anything to go by.

@caroll-in

💗Preserving Lemons by @saintgarbanzo, with art by @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (E, 17k)

Harry takes Draco's hand. "I don't know. I liked the way you cared for me. You showed up and you just wanted what I have to offer. I don't have to be anything else for you."

@cavendishbutterfly

💗the way you make me glow by @softlystarstruck (M, 11k)

“Mate,” Ron says. Harry turns to them, finding their clear blue gaze already on him. “I don’t think anyone could care about Draco better than you do.”

Wrong, Harry signs out of shock, his cheeks flushing with heat. Ron shakes their head emphatically, their glowing halo wobbling in its Suspension charm. “And I don’t think anyone else could care for you the way that Draco does.” Harry drops his hands, at a loss for any words, whether spoken or signed.

💗Quick as a Flash of Lightning, Unhurried as Eternity by onbeinganangel, with art by @babooshkart (E, 10k)

Right in that moment, this is everything Harry has ever wanted. Draco is, in bed, the same he is with Other Harry in every other way. Gentle, full of praise. His hand grabs a hip — firmly, but his thumb never stops rubbing the skin under, he runs his hand through Other Harry’s hair — passionately, but he bends down to press a kiss to his temple as he does.

@citrusses

💗The Four Doors by @fluxweeed (E, 49k)

“I can’t believe we just did that.” Malfoy’s voice was awed.

“I know,” Harry agreed fervently. “I never thought you would actually – It feels like I’ve been wanting it forever.”

At that, Malfoy let out a snort of laughter. “It’s been a few weeks, you said?”

“But I can only remember five and a half months,” Harry countered. “So, percentage-wise, that’s a good chunk.” “Even percentage-wise, it’s still no contest.”

Malfoy’s eyes glittered. “Finally, I’ve beaten you at something.”

💗9 ½ Days by @magpiefngrl (E, 70k)

Draco’s hair flew in the wind. His robes flapped, as green as the young barley. ‘I’ll survive. I know how to do that. I’ll do anything to have more time with you. One day.’

‘I’ll burn the world down if I have to,’ Harry said.

A sad smile. ‘I know you would.’

@crazybutgood

💗A Kind of Dwell and Welcome by @rainbees (T, 22k)

(the whole fic, for poetic writing and great feels and Austen vibes)

@emmalovesdilemmas

💗The Seventh Life by @corvuscrowned (E, 18k)

“I love you,” Harry said quietly. He said it more like a realization than a confession, like he was surprised by it, like he wanted to taste the words. “I love you more than anything else this life could offer.”

Draco believed that Harry believed it. Draco pulled him into a slow, lazy kiss, indulgently long and exploratory and sweet. It wasn’t the fucking he had missed the most — it was these kisses, the way they fit so perfectly together. It was Harry’s arms around him. It was the quiet of the night, and those slow, peaceful breaths, and that heartbeat behind any chest Draco could find it in.

💗Eager for the Sky by oknowkiss (M, 35k)

“We were chopping veg for dinner one day and he told me that when my mum was pregnant my dad would cut her fruit, every day, whatever she wanted. He’d have Sirius running halfway across London — because they were stuck in Godric’s Hollow, you remember I told you — and then whatever Sirius brought, my dad would cut it into little pieces, and he’d arrange it on a plate and bring it to her.”

Potter sighed, finally looking up. “Sirius said it was the only time in my dad’s life he was ever careful,” Potter swallowed thickly. “He wanted her to have all the best parts.”

“Harry—” Draco tried.

“I didn’t ask you if you wanted this,” Potter said, looking away again, pulling Draco forward with the downward cast of his eyes. “I just wanted—I wanted to say—and you’d never had it—I thought—”

“Harry—”

“I’m not saying I’m like, in love with you, or anything,” Potter said, all in a rush, his cheeks gone red.

“Merlin, no,” Draco agreed.

@epitomereally

💗Code Name L by GallaPlacidia (32k, download here)

“Did you know that most figs have dead wasps inside them? Something to do with the wasps pollinating them, crawling inside them, and dying. The fig digests the wasp body, then we eat the figs. I really fucking hate wasps. I really fucking love figs. I don’t think, like, “I love every part of this fig except for the dead wasp.” The dead wasp was, in fact, a necessary part of making the fig. It’s completely part of the fig. And I love the fig completely.”

💗Take the Moon by tackytigerfic (M, 15k)

"Draco.” He slid his hand across the trolley handle so it met Draco’s on the other side, their little fingers nudging on the plastic. “No matter what, no matter where, I want you with me. How did you never notice that?”

and

“Babies should grow up knowing how loved they are,” Harry said, feeling wretched. “That’s the only thing that matters, that they know they’re loved. But with you, I’m greedy. I’m selfish, Draco. I want you to love me back so badly that I can actually feel it in my body. It's like, the way I want you could take me over and I wouldn’t even care. I thought that you must know, that everyone must see it in me. I never imagined that you didn't realise."

@geesenoises

💗A Bottomless Well by @teledild0nix (E, 10k)

"I think I'm feeling it," Draco says foolishly when he's shaken off the distraction of exactly how marvellously pond-coloured Harry's eyes are.

"Me too," Harry leans in and kisses him. It's lovely, and Draco thinks he might live in this kiss, the stove at his back and Harry pressed to his front, cupping one still cold hand to his cheek, the back of his head, whispering cool fingertips against the back of his neck. But Harry draws back, and Draco realises with sudden clarity that there's a well of this contentment, this joy and affection he feels are drawn up from a well inside him with no bottom. However much he draws up, there'll always be more when he wants it.

@getawayfox

💗Make This Leap by @oflights (M, 118k)

💗if you've changed your mind by warmfoothills (E, 20k)

💗Paper Rings by lettersbyelise (E, 50k)

💗Finely Drawn Lines by @the-sinking-ship (E, 42k)

@ghaniblue

💗Licurici by @lou-isfake (Drarry x Charlie, E, 133k)

Harry had fallen asleep between them, as usual, his limbs tangled up in them like roots, his breath soft and warm on Charlie’s skin. 

💗Foundations by saras_girl (E, 236k)

Harry doesn’t even mind that Draco always acts like he’s just decided to casually drop in ‘on his way back’ from St Mungo’s every Saturday, even though they both know perfectly well that Grimmauld Place is no more ‘on the way’ to Wiltshire than Edinburgh is on the way to Venezuela.

He knows exactly what it means, incorporating Draco into his outside-of-work routines, and it feels scary and risky and warm and just like it fits. He also thinks he knows better than to push Draco into any sort of overt declaration of intention, and it’s OK, because he’ll be here, Harry knows he will.

💗Away Childish Things  by @letteredlettered (T, 154k)

"[...]I loved you—all through it. Do you understand? I loved all of you.”

@gryffindorhearts

💗Salt and Sauce by onbeinganangel (T, 3k)

“That’s you. I think… I hope I got it right,” he says. There is really no way Harry got it right, but Draco flips the lid open and… stares.

@kbrick

💗More Than That by joosetta (E, 11k)

“Do you love me too?” Potter asked.

It dawned on Draco then that Potter might not actually know, that he might have been as lost and confused about the whole thing as Draco had been. Potter who had described how love was just a story with a drawn out ending, who sometimes looked at Draco like he knew exactly what he was thinking. It hadn’t occurred to Draco.

“Of course I do, you enormous prat,” Draco said, feeling his face heat up and his throat tighten. He wasn’t just sad, and he wasn’t just happy, he was in a kind of ecstasy in between that. “I don’t know how you qualify to teach children when you’re so dense.”

@lettersbyelise

💗Stop All The Clocks (This Is the Last Time I'm Leaving Without You) by firethesound (E, 45k)

“Potter,” Draco sighed. He finished spreading jam on the piece of toast and handed it to Harry, then licked a smudge of jam from between his thumb and index finger. “You know, when you love someone you should always cut their toast in triangles.”

Harry frowned at him. “Triangles? But what’s that got to do with…” He trailed off and looked down at the toast in his hand. “You… But you’ve always cut my toast in triangles.” He couldn’t remember a time when Draco hadn’t.

“And I’ve always loved you,” Draco said simply. “You’re it for me, Potter.”

💗A Private Reason For This by @femmequixotic (E, 92k)

“For nearly half a year, they’d fought and fucked and fought again until, in the middle of a night of blindingly intense coupling that’s left Draco shaky and light as a feather, he’d been a complete idiot and whispered those words he’d been thinking into Potter’s ear as he came.”

💗so rest your weary heart with me by bluebutter-art (M, art)

it takes a storytelling master to express the depth of Harry and Draco’s connection without writing a word. The support and solace they find in each other after the war, panel after pitch-perfect panel, will warm your heart and make you fall in love with those two all over again.

@makeitp1nk

💗Our Little Life by tackytigerfic (M, 7.3k)

“Henri,” Malfoy said, and the concerned little crease between his eyes deepened as he looked down at Harry. “Myne owne hertis rote,” Malfoy said quietly, and real-Harry didn’t know how he understood, but he did—and in that one suspended dream moment, he was so glad to be able to understand, and he wanted Malfoy to say it all again, so badly—and he smiled at Malfoy, almost unable to help himself, real-Harry dimly horrified at himself for it but dream-Harry just allowing himself to do it, and enjoying it.

💗knead, then let rise by softlystarstruck (T, 7.2k)

“I’m telling you that I try to make everyone believe I can handle anything.” Turning to face Harry, Draco’s mouth is impossibly close and his sunhat throws Harry’s face into shade, a moment of shared respite. “I’m telling you that no one else has taken me to the sea, and no one else has made me a dark chocolate cake from scratch for my birthday, and I’ve never had someone who wanted to make bread with me before, and–” Draco breaks off, twisting his mouth fitfully but holding Harry’s gaze. “I’m telling you I’m rather delicate, all things considered, and I don’t know what exactly you’re doing to me but it isn’t fair.”

💗Let Me Count The Ways by booktopus (E, 3.6k)

Harry’s love is in his actions.

@moonflower-rose

💗Is This Love? by @phdmama (E, 3.9k)

“Harry’s smile is full with everything he’s feeling, and it’s all right there on his face, but he still sounds tentative as he says, “You make me feel loved.”

“Well,” Draco swallows and his voice cracks on the words he’s never said before.“That’s probably because I love you,” and then Harry kisses him again.”

@mxlfoydraco

💗A Sword Laid Aside by @korlaena (E, 128k)

Draco is floating and high on Harry’s happiness, and he wonders if Harry even notices that with a single expression he so easily and exquisitely destroys Draco. He wonders if Harry can hear the thunderous heartbeat pounding in his chest, heralding Draco’s downfall.

and

Draco had always imagined that it would be some dazzling, sweeping emotion that would overtake him and make him see fireworks when he fell in love, but he’s surprised to find how the feeling is more like a small flame catching the edge of a page and slowly but surely spreading to every corner until there’s no part that hasn’t been enveloped in it.

@oknowkiss

💗heavyweights by warmfoothills (E, 29k)

“What now?” Potter doesn’t look worried, his gaze level as it meets Draco’s, a flash of something odd, too happy and young in his eyes. Draco has no clue. Short term, they should probably get off the rooftop before Draco’s fingers go completely numb. Long term, he should probably start calling Potter by his first name. The idea of it doesn’t really make his stomach twist uncomfortably anymore.

He shrugs, the movement of it made lopsided by the way Potter is pressed so closely against his left side. He doesn’t tell Potter that he might be in love with him, but he thinks maybe Potter gets that something has once again shifted and settled between them, hopefully for the last time. For now it feels ok to just stay here for a bit, Draco’s home spread out below him. Maybe sort of pressed right next to him as well.

@sleepstxtic

💗Contretemps by moonflower-rose (T, 8k)

(This one is so light and funny and such an effortlessly lovely read. I love all the works of this author, and was lucky enough to be able to gift them a fic for Erised myself. This one has to be my favourite fic of theirs, though. Just, such a delight.)

💗Tapestry by kbrick (E, 91k)

(This is a *masterpiece*. I still haven't gotten it together long enough to give this fic the comment it deserves BUT it was such a stunning, unputdownable read and I recommend it as a must-read to everyone.)

💗Game... Set... Malfoy by nanneramma (M, 2k)

(Might be biased because this one was a gift for me but IT'S SO GOOD and I really do feel like it's one of those underrated, hidden gem type fics. It's Draco and Harry playing tennis and it's *hilarious* and so wonderfully written and I just love it so, so much.)

💗Strangeness and Charm by feelsforbreakfast (E, 46k)

(This is an old one but it's AMAZING. I have no words, just one of those ethereal, dreamy classics.)

💗In the Company of Serpents by @corvuscrowned (E, 25k)

(Another *incredible* fic by corvus. Such a unique concept and the prose is so soft and flowy and pretty. An instant fav of mine.)

@sorrybutblog

💗The July Tree by oknowkiss (E, 51k)

“I love you,” Draco repeated.

“Oh,” Harry said. His eyes had gone wide as saucers.

“Aren’t you going to say it back?” Draco asked, trying not to wince at how needy it sounded.

“I—I’m just—yeah,” Harry said. He shook his head. “Sorry, yes. I love you,” he said. He was smiling and sniffling and sort of huffing out laughs, looking totally deranged, as he said again, “I love you. I love you so much. I’m like, really angry about it, actually.”

“Not angrier than I am, I assure you. I can’t believe you’ve made me love you so fast,” Draco said, wiping the tears off Harry’s cheeks with his thumbs, which he then dried on the stupid sweatshirt. “This is the worst thing you’ve ever done to me.”

💗Such Great Heights by aideomai (E, 93k)

"I'll try," Harry said, shocked into honesty in the early hours of the morning. "Okay? I'Il try. For you," and Draco let out a shivery little breath and pressed himself in closer against Harry's body, like they could fold into each other and into the shadow and just stay like this forever.

"You drive me crazy," Malfoy mumbled again. "You always have."

"I know," Harry said. "I know. Come on," and they went upstairs together, slow and tired, pressing into every corner they found to kiss.

@wolfpants

💗Countdown to a Life by tackytigerfic (E, 3.5k)

(I think this fic is absolutely phenomenal - I go back and read it often. It leaves me breathless every time, an absolute masterclass in Drarry friends to lovers perfection. Every emotion just leaps off the page. It's a very short fic but by the end I feel like I know them fully.)

💗Yours Truly by @skeptiquewrites (M, 15k)

(God how I love this fic. It gets to the very core of what I love about Drarry - epic romance that's still so tender and perfectly characterised. Just lush.)

[starwrittenfates]

📒🍷🎹 spill the tea bestie

MY EXPERIENCE IN THE ROLEPLAYING COMMUNITY

📒 three blogs i couldn’t live without

I'd honestly say all my mutuals, but if I'm forced to pick only three: @ofluckandmagic, @mysteriouself, @albinoxherbalist (and their blogs) and @mizpaholic (yes, I know it's four, but I'm adding you anyway) mainly because I enjoy all the interactions we have both in character and OOC and we talk so often. <3

🍷 a character i want to write but never made a blog for

Haha, there's actually been a lot. Off the top of my head, I can't think of them right now, but I've definietly had characters I want to write for, but never got around to. I guess my hardest one I have written for before, but felt I struggled with the most (and he's been an on-off character because of it) is Solas.

🎹 the worst roleplay trend I ever saw

Discord servers for roleplaying groups or just roleplaying groups in general. I mean, it's cool if others find it easier to rp on Discord than here, I get it, but it's annoying when you're trying to look for other roleplayers in certain fandoms on here and the generic rp tags for those fandoms are so clogged by all these promos, applications, characters taken or things for the Discord Roleplaying servers and it just...it gets really frustrating and overwhelming. It's okay if you want to promote it, but we don't need to clog the tags with the same promo for it non-stop and wipe out all the indie blogs that actually roleplay on here and are trying to find others too. The "Harry Potter Rp" tag is a wonderful example of what I'm talking about here. Welp...guess I figured out another pet peeve of mine 😅😅😅

[dranna]

Dungeon Bat struggling through Harry Potter

-- Philosopher's Stone

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Summary: What was going on inside Severus's mind during the story and what did he do when we didn't see him?

Word Count: 735

Warnings: none

a/n: Let me know what you think, hope you guys like it!

English isn't my first language, sorry for any mistakes.

art by me :)

Cheery voices filled the hall, 

They came from many children’s call,

Every wizard, ghost and cat,

Were excited for the ceremony ahead. 

They were in the huge Hogwarts castle, 

Which was now decorated with many candles. 

The occasion was a yearly thing, 

Which was accruing in this inn. 

Before the term could begin, 

A magical hat had to decide, 

In which house will the soon-to-be-students reside. 

Four houses were in total, 

In popularity order they are: 

Gryffindor is for the fiery braves and valiance,  

Whose roar is the loudest of all residents. 

Slytherin is the place for the cunning and determined, 

Whose cool demeanour can slide off, 

Even from the emerald green reservoir. 

Ravenclaws are high in the welcoming sky, 

Hopping on the clouds of knowledge and creative intelligence, oh my.

Hufflepuffs are loyal, hard working beings,

And are patient with the creatures of this planet.

Other thing you need to know, 

That all houses were in harmony, 

Except but two. 

They were the Slytherin and Griffindor. 

There was hate, so huge between those two, 

Not even millennias could make it true. 

Huge rivalry was between the pair, 

Which resulted in mutual rebel. 

The remaining silent ones, 

Were existing in the shadow of the others’ dance. 

After this lengthy intro, 

Let us see the man, 

We are all into. 

There he sat with a gloomy air, 

Among the joyful fear.

All he wore was black and tiny white,

You couldn’t see colours in this fella’s fashion style. 

You might imagine him as an old, wrinkly man, 

However he is not more then thirty two,

Every inch of possible skin, 

Remains hidden under heavy things,

Every fabric he has on, 

Are long and itchy ones. 

He is looking through his greasy hair, 

While being seated at the teacher's desk.

While everyone was jolly good, 

He is looking at someone, 

Among the horde.

Harry Potter the Chosen Child, 

Who defeated the Lord of all infernal. 

How I loathe that appearance and face! 

Even the messy hair and glasses on the top, 

Yet, when I look at him, 

All I see are the eyes,

Looking through my tired soul. 

– He remembered a time, 

When those piercing eyes, 

Looked at him in a different manner, 

They were warm and gentle, 

Full of light, 

Instead of the hate and fright. 

How to have the strength, 

To protect that man’s child, 

Who caused so much pain and angst?

Why does he have to look,

So much like Potter.2?

Even that scar on his forehead, 

Reminding me of a time, 

I wish to forget!

– He was pulled out of his moody thought, 

By his professor friend’s voice, 

McGonagall was reading names, 

Of the first years, 

Who were standing in a tiny group,

Between pupils and gurus.

The ceremony was dragging on, 

When all of the sudden, silence filled the room,

Everyone was waiting for the Hat judge, 

To decide, to which house will Harry be budged. 

“ You will be in Griffindor!” 

Cried the Hat 

Followed by the roaring of fiery heads.

Oh how dry, 

That I’m not surprised,

The boy is following his father’s pride,

Maybe it's better he is not in Slytherin, 

In this way, 

I don't have to tolerate, 

His appearance all day.

After all, 

Why should I be responsible of the safety, 

Of this boy?

I’m sure he’ll be fine, 

Bullying others for his delight. 

– The thoughts of Severus Snape was cut in half,

Because he locked eyes with the Chosen One,

I can't do to not help the child, 

When those eyes… 

Those eyes are just like Hers of old time!

– Suddenly the youth’s scar thundered, 

It looked like it hurt, 

However, as quickly as it came, 

It went away the same speedy way,

“Salad, Snape?”

Quirrel interrupted the moment,

And the feast was going on, in a merry atmosphere. 

Of course he has to ask me now, 

And the moment is gone,

I won’t see what caused the sudden throb.

Hours later in the dark, 

Severus was lying in the dark,

What caused the sudden ache in the scar?

It can’t be what I think it is,

Since the Devil has been dead, 

And no one can come back from the death,

Not even Him!

There must be something racional, 

But I can't see what it is.

– Was thinking the crooked nose wizard, 

While preparing for tomorrow’s class.

Thank you for reading!

Tags my beloveds: @giosnape

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[pray4saint]

IM BACKKKK, can i get jamie with a reader who gets really overstimulated easily. like maybe it's when r first comes home from a long day at work or something, and he's just like BLARING music, and r just starts spiraling, and jamie can't figure out why—until he does.

that was very self-indulgent, but do with it what you will. 🫶🫶🫶🫶

james potter with overstimulated!reader

masterlist & descrip. pg. 13+. reader has sensory issues. established relationship. use of 'y/n'.

a/n. as someone with mild sensory issues, this shouldn't be too difficult / reminder for readers, only my mutuals can request marauders fics

you come home tired, already a little dizzy in the head. through the door you can hear your boyfriend's music and you sigh, turning the handle and pushing the door open. across the room, the vinyl player sits, playing one of his favourite songs at full volume, and now that you're in the room, it feels so much louder than it did in the hallway.

when james hears the front door close, his head snaps up from the journal he was writing in and when his gaze lands on you, he smiles. ”hey doll, welcome home.” you return the smile, although yours isn't genuine, it's irritated and forced, and james can tell. but before he can stop you to ask what's wrong, you've walked off to the bedroom and closed the door.

after about fifteen minutes, he gets up, leaving the music playing. when he nudges the bedroom door open, he sees you sat with your back against the headboard, knees pulled up to your chest and your head in your knees. you weren't crying, and he felt a small wave of relief come over him. ”close the door..” you muttered right as james was about to step closer to you. hesitantly, he shut the door and took small steps closer to you. ”s'something wrong love?” he sits close to you but still on the edge of the bed, one leg crossed on the bed while the other dangles off the edge. you don't say anything, you can't. it's all getting too loud. all you can manage is to lift your head enough to nod a yes. subconsciously, his bottom lips moves out past his top and his lips downturn. while your head is still up, you notice.

”is there anything i can do precious?” it was the overwhelming sound of the music in the next room. you knew that much, but you couldn't stop the switch in your brain that went from silent to screaming. james looked at you with such intent despite your yelling about work and your colleagues and the boss and your family. but still, you didn't say anything about the music. james only nodded along to your loud complaints. you rarely ever snapped at him so when you did, it wasn't only unexpected, it was a little bit scary too. then the switch is off again, and you're leaning back against the headboard, shutting your mouth tight. ”i'm gonna go make you something to eat, i know you had a hard day today..” his words are quiet and shaky, and you feel bad about your outburst. it's not his fault. ”would you please come with me?” he outstretches his hand to you and your gaze shifts between his eyes and his palm. timidly, you place your hand in his and the two of you walk out of the bedroom.

as soon as the volume is risen again against your ears, you go to retract your hand from his, except he does it first. he moves to turn the music down, way down, and then decidedly off. at first you think he could read your mind, but then he speaks. ”c'mon, gotta be able to hear you talk.”

”okay, what about?” your voice is at a normal volume and your tone is stable and james is confused. ”wha-” somehow in his mind, he pieces things together. the storming off, and outburst and the silence, the loud music. he pieced it together because marlene was the same way when he was in school. james reaches to take both of your hands in his and bring them up to his lips for quick, gentle kisses. ”was it the sound? if so m'sorry love.” for a moment you're left in a haze, mostly about how he figured it out and you just stare at him.

”yeah.” finally, the word escapes your mouth as you let out air you didn't even know you were holding in. ”how did you–”

”marls was the same. but believe me y/n if i had known it'd cause you issues i wouldn't have–” you cut him off with a squeeze of his hands. ”jamie. it's fine. you didn't know.” he looked at you with heavy regret, like he could cry. he looked like a kicked puppy. by his hands in yours, you pulled him a little closer to you and pulled one of your hands out of tangle and placed it against his cheek. ”i promise jamie, i'm okay.” he nods against your hand, leaning into the warm touch. ”i need you to promise to give me some kind of sign you're uncomfortable if anything like that ever happens again.”

you almost laugh, you knew james wouldn't let it happen again, at least not in your own home. but james' serious expression makes you swallow your laugh and bite back an amused smile. ”i promise.”

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

[marauds-x]

Broken Promises pt.2

read part 1 first, angst to fluff, readers house is unspecified, time skip from gof to ootp

harry potter x fem! reader, mentioned cedric diggory x fem! reader

It had been a few months since your boyfriends death. Everyone comforted you as much as they could but to no avail would you really speak. The people who tried to cheer you up always failed. That being said, your friend Amora had gathered a few friends of yours to go into town for a shopping trip.

Four people were there, including you. Your good friends Michael Katlins, Amora Winsburrow, and Ottoline Marvella. You were all inside Honeydukes, buying a few treats and talking with each other.

And although you were with your friends, you couldn't help but feel a bit sorrowful as you saw a couple holding hands, smiling at each other. Since Cedric's death, a few people had tried hitting you up, figuring they could be a "shoulder to cry on." You didn't need that, though, you just wanted somebody that understood you and how you felt.

Walking over to a pink wrapped candy, you take it from the table and eye it, seeing a small unicorn run around on the wrapper. A figure bumps into you, making you drop the candy. Kneeling down to grab it, the person who bumped into you, now identified as Harry Potter, grabbed the candy and gave it to you, a small smile on his face. "Hey, y/n."

To be frank, you had always found him and his scar a bit cute. So now seeing him in front of you, towering a bit over you, you couldn't help but smile back. "Hi, Harry. Are you here with your friends?" He hummed back, nodding his head to the right, an annoyed Hermione snatching a chocolate frog away from a confused Ron.

"Well, i'm here with a few of my friends, too. Though, I wanted to go to another store. They dragged me here." You say, now looking over to your friends as they laugh. "Would you like to go to the book shop with me? I've been meaning to grab a book from there."

"Yeah, that- that'd be great. I've actually been meaning to talk to you, too.. about- about Cedric." Your smile faltered, a sad look replacing it. "Um, yeah, sure. What about?" You both made your way out of Honeydukes, heading to the library.

"Do you miss him?" He asked you. You nodded your head gently, moving your arms to hold yourself. As the weather ran cold, you began to wish you had brought a jacket to wear atop your thin sweater.

"Yeah.. I miss him a lot, actually. People keep- keep telling me that it's been so long, that I have to get over it. I don't think they get it, though." You looked at Harry, his hair blowing lightly in the Fall wind.

"What about you? I know you guys weren't as close as others, but do you miss him, too?" He smiled, "You're right. We weren't as close as he was with his friends, or with you. But I miss him. I always feel like I caused it. Like if I did one thing different then maybe he'd still be here." You had made it to the book shop, walking in and being comforted by the warmth and scent of parchment and dimly lit candles everywhere. You find a corner near the fantasy section, sitting down.

"I believe you, by the way." He gave you a confused look. "About him being back." At that, he gave you a smile, looking into your eyes as if you two were the only ones who really understood what happened that day. "You don't have to, of course.. but tell me. Tell me everything that happened in the maze. What did it look like, what did he look like." You scooted just a bit closer to Harry, a small smile plastered on your face. The light of a soy candle lit the corner up, the scent of vanilla flowing from the wick.

You two talked for hours, seemingly about anything. He explained to you what had happened in the maze. He had said he told you because you "deserve to know." You had cried a little bit, you both had. You two shared the mutual connection of just knowing that you two would be the only ones to ever understand the feeling. The feeling of not knowing what to do. The feeling of seeing Cedric's lifeless body on the floor beside you, crying and holding him.

You two were the only ones to ever see. To see him so up close on that field.

It had reached near forty minutes until curfew at the castle. You two stood up, Harry helping you stand. "It was nice talking to you, Harry. I feel.. happy that we spoke." He hummed in response, smiling and opening the door to the library as you two left. Even though you hadn't gotten the book you wanted, you still felt accomplished with the day.

"How will we explain to our friends we ran off together without them assuming things." You said to Harry, smiling and laughing. You hadn't realized how cold it was going to be today, now slightly shivering. "Are you cold, y/n?" Harry asked you, taking his hoodie off and waiting for your response. You nodded your head, accepting the hoodie he had in his hand. "Thanks, I hadn't realized how cold it had gotten."

"It's no problem, really. Though, do you really think our friends will assume something?" Harry asked playfully, you two now on the lit up bridge that connects the town and castle. "Definitely. Amora will be bugging me ALL day tomorrow. And from what I know, Ron won't stop bugging you either." You say smiling, almost to the castle now.

"Well, if he does ask what we did, i'll say we snuck off on a date." He said, nudging you slightly and chuckling as you scoff. "Are you asking me out, Potter?" "Maybe." He mumbled to himself, looking at you.

"Well, if you are.. I accept." Harry looked at you, a shocked look on his face. "Well- well you don't HAVE to say yes. I mean it doesn't even have to be a date! We could totally just go to Hogsmade as friends and laugh and be totally friendly! But we couldalsodoitasadate, too." You laughed as he jumbled his words together. "Yes, Harry, I'll go on a date with you." You said, giggling mid sentence.

"Really, okay!" He said, a nervous look on his face. "I had a good time talking to you, today, Harry." You said, looking down at your shoes, small puddles of water from last nights storm everywhere.

You had made it inside the castle, now beside your house dormitory. You take Harry's hoodie off, handing it to him. "No, no. You can keep it, I have loads of other hoodies." He said, smiling. You nod your head, a small smile bestowed on your face. "I'll see you tomorrow, Harry." With that, you head into your common room, happy with how the day had gone.

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a/n: sorry i didn't post pt.2 sooner 😭 i've been pretty busy with life in general and stuff. though i will be posting more often, lmk if you'd like to be tagged in official posts 🤍

[dramioneasks]

I would like fic recommendations with a healthy amount of smut with substance and romance to beef it up. A short but well written story 12 chapters or less. I find the smaller dramione stories can pack more of a punch for me. Oh and only happy endings please xx

Ps. I like it when Draco has feelings for her stewing beforehand/ it doesn't take long for them to develop because his mental commentaries are heartwarming and tummy fluttering.

This is very specific, please don't specify fic length, because a 12 chapter fic can be over 100ks words too.

I don’t mind if you don’t mind (can you read my mind?) - SultryNuns - E, one-shot - She’s miscalculated, staring at him openly, so she captures the abrupt way in which his head snaps up from his work. As a consequence, they’re now looking at each other, which is awkward, but at least he doesn’t know what she’s been thinking about. And then, Draco, usually still as a graveyard if never as quiet as one, twirls his wand again. And again. Watching her all the while, considering her. Hermione has a good sense for when she’s in danger, or an overwrought system that feels as though she always is, but either way, she slams a barrier around her mind, exerts her own graceless occlumency. He knows. And worse, he’s been driving her insane intentionally. 

The Art of Wooing Hermione Granger: a 12-Month Affair by sad_millennial - M, 14 chapters - At a holiday party for Ministry employees, Granger explains the muggle tradition of setting a New Year’s resolution to Draco. Draco, who has recently discovered that his feelings for her are more than platonic, latches onto the idea. What better time to “buckle down”—as the muggle-borns say—on his efforts than January 1? And so, Draco has decided, in the amount of time it takes her to describe the concept, that his New Year’s resolution will consist of one lofty goal: to woo Hermione Granger. All he has to do is navigate decoy, mid, and quarter year resolutions, join a fantasy (American) football team, train for a sprint triathlon, keep an overbearing Theodore Nott away from Granger, and dodge suspicious looks from overprotective Potters.

Mutual, I’m Sure - LadyUrsa - E, 8 chapters - If Draco Malfoy could have one wish in his life, it would be to not be a Veela. Wait, no. It would be to not have Hermione Granger be his mate. Fuck, at this point he would settle for Hermione Granger just being aware of the painfully obvious fact that she was his mate. But only as long as it resulted in monogamous bliss. And getting a cat. ** Two meddlesome best friends, two idiots who are bad at feelings, and a snow-filled Christmas reunion in Vermont. The only thing this White Christmas is missing are some musical numbers.

To Woo a Witch - MyDelphi - E, 8 chapters - Single father Draco Malfoy adored his son. And had decided that for his first Yule, Scorp deserved a priceless gift for being such a good little boy. And what was more priceless than getting him a mother? Getting him Granger as a mother. (Which would be a very convenient present as Draco Malfoy was terribly and irrevocably in love with her.)

Tentacular - Kayka - E, 8 chapters - Auror Draco Malfoy suffers a mishap that renders him alarmingly altered. Lead Healer Hermione Granger has never been one to step down from a challenge, though this tentacle-y little problem may be the first to actually get the best of her.

The Choices We Make - flags_fiend - T, 18 chapters - Draco wants to get through his probation and avoid any further stints in Azkaban. Hermione just wants to get through each week. In many ways they’re more similar than Draco could have ever anticipated. Something’s definitely different about Granger, although what that is is as much a mystery as his new placement. Is it her who has changed or him? As his probation conditions bring them into closer and closer contact, could loneliness become friendship, and then friendship become something more?

My Best Friends’ Best Friend Draco Malfoy - GreenInk_RedLetters - M, 19 chapters - "Look, we obviously don’t get along.“ Malfoy rose a brow. “But Harry is my best friend and for some miraculous reason he’s decided to trust you so I’m proposing a truce." Malfoy crossed his arms. "A…truce?" ”Yes. No insulting my hair or my clothes OR my work habits.“ He looked like he wanted to interrupt her. "And I won’t intentionally insult your necessity for a house elf or your slimy personality." "In the same breath you’ve managed to propose a truce AND insult me.” He paused. “Very Slytherin of you.” Hermione ignored him. "Truce? For the sake of our friends?“ He smirked. "Alright.” Her eyes narrowed. She hadn’t expected it to be that easy. A true enemies-to-lovers Dramione story, with an added twist of the rest of Hermione’s friends having already adopted Draco into their group. But when the pair form a timid truce to work together to assist in Harry’s proposal to Ginny…maybe seeds of friendship (or something more) will start to bloom. Features classic Draco snark, humor, alcohol-induced decision making, and perhaps someone not hating the other *quite* as much as they’d previously alluded to.

-Lisa

[witchimagefanfic]

Snape Asks

Do you have a snOTP? What is it?

Sure, Snape x [First name] (specifically my OC) haha

2. What do you think is Snape's favourite colour and why?

Black? Like...obviously. You think he'd wear so much of it if he didn't genuinely like it?

3. Which Disney character, according to you is most like Snape?

Scar. I don't think there's another answer.

4. Do you think Snape remained a virgin?

I hate this question. Absolutely NOT. The dude was guilty about his best friend's death, it doesn't mean he never had sex. The only way he would have is if he were fully asexual (which, to be fair, seems possible).

5. Do you think Snape ever loved anyone other than Lily, romantically or platonically?

Romantically, no. Platonically, I think he loved Dumbledore and Draco.

6. If Snape learnt another language, which would he choose?

Latin, doy.

7. Which staff member do you think gets along well with Snape?

Dumbledore. I don't think he and McGonagall were friends, despite the fluffy popular head canons. Mutual respect, sure, but not friendship. Otherwise, I don't see him hanging out with any other staff.

8. If you had to assign Snape to a house, which one would it be?

Slytherin. No question. Dude was immensely ambitious.

9. What are your personal headcanons on Snape's diet and favourite foods?

I think eating was a chore for him. He probably had one favorite meal at any given time and it was all he wanted to eat. It'd change monthly. Sometimes he'd have a bread-and-cheese month, sometimes he'd have an eggs-and-bacon month. Otherwise he'd forget to eat.

10. Do you think Snape's character has changed the way you think/feel about others?

Yeah, I mean I hate James Potter. That's more because of the Marauders stans though. What a toxic community.

11. Your favourite scenes with book/movie!Snape?

Literally every book Snape scene.

12. If you had to chose a Golden trio era student to be Snape's friend, who would it be and why?

Luna.

13. Do you think Alan Rickman contributed to your love for Snape?

Yeah, but I loved book Snape first.

14. What do you think is Snape's favourite potion to prepare?

Probably changes based on the month. Whatever's fascinating him at the moment. Something complicated and finnicky, definitely.

15. If Snape had any free time, how do you think he would spend it?

Reading, drinking wine, doing up his buttons, smoking.

16. Were you ever a Snater? How and when did you become a Snover?

God no. I have taste.

17. Do you think Snape was unhappy even after joining the DEs?

Yes, definitely. I don't think it ever gave him what he was looking for.

18. Your favourite physical feature of Snape?

Eyes.

19. According to you, what is Snape's biggest flaw?

Being a dick for absolutely no reason. Lack of chill.

20. Why do you love Snape so much?

He's powerful and brilliant and misunderstood. He's also a weird sexy feral emo boy. He's also a professor and like...sheesh.

21. What particular memory do you think Snape used to conjure his patronus?

Something with Lily obviously. Could be anything. The day they met, hanging out by the Black Lake, laughing in class. It probably changes.

22. Do you think Lily was a good friend to Severus?

Not really. Maybe when they were kids, but once she started hating his friends, there's a real sense that she thought she was too cool for him.

23. What do you think Snape wore under his robes?

Dude what? Trousers.

24. Do you think Snape ever self-harmed?

I don't think he'd see the point.

25. Is there any other character you love as much as Snape? Do you think they'll get along?

Yeah. And no, they absolutely would not get along.

26. What genre do you think Snape preferred to read?

Crime, thrillers, non-fiction, historical fiction, maybe some horror

27. Do you think Snape was close to his mother?

No. I think he was disappointed by her. But he loved her more than he loved his dad.

28. Do you think you'd like being taught by Snape?

Only if we were fucking. Otherwise, from what I've seen he seems like a pretty lazy and demanding teacher.

29. How do you headcanon Snape's bedroom would look like?

Queen bed with dark sheets, a few bookcases, a desk and reading chair.

30. If you could give young Snape any advice, what would it be?

You're better than your origins. James Potter sucks--rise above it. And don't listen to the fucking Death Eaters man, come on. Dark Arts aren't the only magical mysteries left.

31. Do you think Snape had any mental illnesses? Which ones and why?

Yeah, dude. If the guy wasn't depressed I will eat my fucking hat. He was probably anxious as hell too. Maybe on the spectrum.

32. If you could change Snape's middle name to be something other than Tobias what would you choose?

Do people have opinions on this?

33. Top 3 songs you think will show up in Snape's most played?

There Is a Light That Never Goes Out - The Smiths

The Killing Moon - Echo & the Bunnymen

Bela Lugosi's Dead - Bauhaus

34. Do you have any Snape NOTPs?

I hate Snape x any of the Potters. Lily, James and Harry need to back off. Haven't they put him through enough?

35. Snapey BROTPs?

No, I want my man lonely and annoyed.

36. Did Snape get sick often? Your headcanons for when he was sick?

I don't think OFTEN. He'd definitely refuse to go to the hospital wing and brew his own cures. Probably worked when he was sick too. Stubborn ass.

37. Snape didn't pay attention to his physical appearance, but if you had to choose a part he would take care of, which would it be?

I disagree, I think the dude knew how to dress. I also think he cleaned his nails.

38. Which type of weather does Snape prefer?

Gray and cool.

39. How do you think Snape spent his early childhood days?

Hiding from his dad, finding joy where he could.

40. Other than Lily, who do you think impacted Snape's life the most?

Dumbledore. I think Narcissa and Lucius did too. Probably some of his DE friends--Mulciber springs to mind.

41. Is there a side to Snape that he hasn't let anyone see? What do you headcanon this "secret personality" to be like?

I don't think he laughs in public often. I think you'd have to be really close to see that.

42. Do you think Snape cried often?

As a kid and teenager, yes. I think at some point those tears dried up though.

43. What's your favourite headcanon about Snape?

He's actually a good professor and not as ugly as Harry seems to think.

44. Is there a movie/song/book that reminds you of Snape?

Tons of songs remind me of him. Sunburn by Muse will forever be the Broken Silence anthem.

45. What mode of magical travel would suit Snape the best?

God, anything but a fucking broom.

46. Your opinion on Snape's sexuality?

Realistically, somewhere on the demi spectrum. Possibly ace. In my head he's like a dom, bi-curious brat tamer though.

47. Which of the Marauders do you think Snape could have gotten along with?

If there was ever even a SHOT it would have been Lupin. The least awful of them.

48. How many points do you think Snape would've awarded during his career?

Sounds like he awarded a lot to Slytherins. Uncountable.

49. Did you feel Snape was the "good guy" even before the reveal?

Yep. I never lost faith.

50. Do you prefer tall!Snape or short!Snape?

Tall.

51. Had Snape lived, would he continue teaching at Hogwarts?

ARE YOU JOKING? ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT.

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Hello how are you ? I've seen you receive match requests. If you don't mind, can you do it for me? Honestly, I couldn't decide which characters to choose. I wonder if a match is possible with all possible characters? If not, I want a match for other Hotd/Got/Harry Potter characters.If you have characters you want to add, it would be fun for me.

I am 1.75 tall (5'8 inch) ,brown eyes, curly dark brown and short hair (up to my shoulders), chubby and white skin. I am 23 years old and I am a Gemini. infp. I'm from Ravenclaw building according to WW test. Most of the time I'm heterosexual, but occasionally I think I'm homesexual. I love writing stories, reading, digital drawing, watching movies and listening to music. I am interested in witchcraft, parapsychology, herbs and crystals. I love animals. (😅 except for the ones I'm afraid of.) I have an understanding, gentle and caring nature. I'm not belligerent. But it's only when my patience runs out. I'm too devoted and I can't say no. I feel that sometimes people really don't understand or don't want to understand me. I am emotional. I am eager to help everyone, but I do not have the courage to ask for help for myself.

Of course. I've chosen two that I think match your description, but if you disagree, let me know what you think: I ship you Hermione Granger and Jon Snow/Aegon Targaryen.

Hermione Granger is a protective friend and even more as your girlfriend. She adores you and your personality, although she was shy to make advances on you, she approached after discovering that the two of you have mutual interests, like studying Hogwarts, writing, reading and animals, maybe you'll like Crookshanks. One of Hermione's favorite traits is her intelligence and her kindness, but her kindness can also annoy her. She hates the fact that you always go out of your way to help others, often because of her own jealousy and insecurity, but also because she thinks those people don't deserve her kindness. Only she knows how to appreciate you. Hermione loves studying with you and takes advantage of these moments to get your full attention, whether laying her head on your shoulder or just a few kisses and subtle caresses. She's not the clingy type, but she can become a little bit after falling in love with you.

She's so protective of you that it's cute even if it's disturbing at times.

Jon Snow is the most loving man you will ever meet in your entire life. And his love, which has been suppressed for years, is fully poured out on you. Jon can and will feel insecure about you, he's afraid that he doesn't deserve you, that he, being a bastard, doesn't deserve someone as amazing and perfect as you. He feels unworthy and this is dangerous as once jealousy and anger take over Snow's mind he will become paranoid and overprotective of you. He doesn't have bad intentions but he is very passionate and doesn't want to be abandoned, he loves you so much he doesn't want anything bad to happen to you and it won't, not while he's alive. Jon will absolutely adore you and he will be very happy if you read to him, the sound of his voice calms him down and he can even purr like a cat if you pet him. Ghost would definitely like you too, which would make Jon very happy. You are a little taller than him and it doesn't bother him, he thinks it's cute and loves to fit in his arms. You are perfect in his eyes, his goodness is bestowed, and he won't let anyone ruin that trait in you.

Love this man and never leave him, please. If you leave him, bad things can happen.

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⋆°✩ about my question ✩°⋆

⋆°✩ request ✩°⋆ Ghost Hunter ↳ Give me a character + a classic trope (time loop, one bed, etc.)

friends to lovers with james potter please?

⋆°✩ notes ✩°⋆ 𖦹 gn!reader (no pronouns used) 𖦹 kinda shitty 𖦹 grapes!

⋆°✩ word count ✩°⋆ 𖦹 213

You weren't quite sure when it happened, only that it did. 

You had fallen for your best friend. How could you not? James Potter's eyes were warm and loving, and his smile was so bright, it was blinding. He would listen to you talk for days if you let him.

"Y/n? Anyone up there?" James knocked on your head, "Hello?"

You swatted his hand away, laughing.

It was a pleasant day. Birds were singing their love songs, and flowers were blooming. A hummingbird zipped by; you smiled—feeling content.

"So..." James wrung his hands, "About my question?"

"Hm?" Your face got hot as you realized you were so busy daydreaming that you didn't hear James's question.

"I asked if you would like a grape," He smiled as he held a grape between his fingers.

You nodded your head; he threw the grape into your open mouth.

James's head was now on your lap as you worked your fingers through his hair.

"You've been thinking," He observed, "What've you been thinking about?"

"There's someone I like," You whispered.

James smiled, "Do they have rugged good looks and windswept hair?"

You grinned, "Don't flatter yourself, Potter. I would call your hair a bird's nest, at best."

"But, about my question," He reminded, "Yes, or no?"

"Yes."

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multi-chapter fics

i think that possibly, maybe i'm falling for you: drarry, 13/13 chapters, rated e, 43k words

Harry runs into Draco working at a coffee shop fifteen years after the war, and he’s nothing like Harry remembers.

featuring trans draco, plus size harry, and their lives coming together in the muggle world

perfect little life: jegulus raising harry, 5/5 chapters, rated e, 6.5k words

Just a collection of snapshots from the life of Jegulus raising Harry and being hot and in love.

featuring trans regulus, wolfstar as harry's uncles, and a delicious lil explicit scene at the end

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jegulus

A Not-So-Secret Admirer Date: rated t, 3.4k words, first date, the sequel to Your Secret Admirer

a secret admirer letter that turned out to not be such a secret leads to a first date at Hogsmeade

the one where sirius is an accidental matchmaker: rated t, 2.2k words, american muggle au, getting together

sirius accidentally (read: forgetfully) ditched regulus for a date with remus so james takes him to a movie instead

bad day: rated e, 1.2k words, trans regulus

Regulus had a bad day. James makes it better.

desperate prayers of a cursed man: rated m, 2.1k words, canon compliant, based on dear reader by taylor swift

He knew he was aiming at the devil. He knew he couldn’t miss. But he had.

you're on your own, kid: rated t, 3.9k words, black brothers focused, based on the taylor swift song

Regulus is on his own. He always has been. Right?

your secret admirer: rated t, 1.7k words

Regulus writes James a secret admirer letter.

call him pretty: rated m, 1.2k words, head boy james is dating regulus

In which Regulus is a simp who has no filter when he’s drunk and misses his boyfriend.

kiss me goodnight: rated e, 4.1k words, my take on the red room scene from rwrb but make it jegulus, trans regulus

James “So I guess I should tell you I’m bisexual” Potter and Regulus “Good to know. I am very, very gay” Black finally get together.

not exactly a secret: rated t, 1.1k words, relationship reveal

James never used to sleep in the head boy dorm, but now he has a reason to. A reason that has been a secret, but won't be for much longer.

you don't even like me: rated t, 1.6k words, mutual pining

In which James has a hopeless crush on Regulus and Regulus has a hopeless crush on James and they each handle it in very different ways.

drarry

you're the one i like the best: rated t, 4.5k words, drarry as professors, inspired by little person by matt maltese

A chance Draco/Harry reunion in a different country, an invitation for them both to teach at Hogwarts, and a friendly seeker’s match. What could possibly happen?

fresh plates and clean slates: rated t, 1k words, holiday/new years vibes, inspired by snow by sleeping at last

Harry’s friends have helped him learn to be a human again after the war, but Draco hasn’t been so lucky, so Harry takes it upon himself to do the same for the man he loves over the holidays.

wolfstar

something to tell you: rated t, 0.7k words, getting together

Sirius has something to tell Remus. It goes better than he expected.

rosekiller

hits different ('cause it's you): rated t, 2.2k words, post bartylus breakup, based on hits different by taylor swift

Evan takes Barty out to help get his mind off his breakup with Regulus.

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