#I was a massive Ginny fan and ugh

[softceleste]

Been awhile since I've posted giffing growth™️ comparison but I'm doing some self-care giffing at work while it's calm enough to so 2015 vs. 2023:

[softlystarstruck]

Prompt: hottest summer on record

this prompt was so fun, it immediately made me think “beach day”! read on ao3 here; big big thanks to my beta @fw00shy ♡

“Please tell me you guys can come to the beach,” Harry dramatically groans out through the Floo, wiping a sweaty hand across his brow.

“Sorry mate, but we’re already going over to Wheezes for the afternoon. You can come with us, though, if you want?” Ron looks painfully red underneath his freckles, and sweat clings stubbornly to his hairline.

“Ugh, no, that’s okay. If I have to be in a building with people, I’ll sweat to death.” Harry peers up at Ron, who’s crouched down next to the fire. “I’ll see if Ginny and Luna want to come.”

“I think they’re busy,” Hermione calls from somewhere deeper in the house. “Something about this heat being the best time to find… well, some sort of creature.” She’s twisting her hair up into a complicated top knot as she comes into view. Her tank top is too big at the armpits– one of Ron’s, from the looks of it.

"I’ll try them anyway,” Harry says, trying to gather the energy to get up from the floor. “Have fun with George.”

“Will do,” Ron says at the same time Hermione calls out “Bye Harry!” The flames stutter back to orange as Harry pulls himself away from the hearth. He desperately fans his face and extinguishes the fire with his wand.

The hottest week of summer on record. That’s the headline that blazed across the Daily Prophet this morning, and in his sweat-soaked haze Harry has no doubts about the accuracy of that particular article. All of the windows in the front room are open in a desperate attempt to catch a nonexistent breeze, and even Grimmauld Place’s powerful ancient cooling charms struggle against the onslaught of heat. Harry himself is wearing only boxers and a thin tank top, and even that is nearly too much clothing to be bearable.

Ginny and Luna are preoccupied, just as Hermione said, and Harry has no luck with Neville nor Dean and Seamus. For a moment, he considers calling Pansy, but baulks at the idea; she’s become a fixture in Harry’s friend group and the life of the party, but she’s still pretty intense to hang out with one-on-one.

Besides, she’s way too perceptive. She’ll see right through him.

Lying on the cool hardwood floor, Harry considers his options and calls Pansy anyway.

“Darling, I was just on my way out,” Pansy says, looking stunning in a deep red bikini and massive sun hat. “I’ve been invited for a little… private pool party.” She winks at Harry, who grimaces slightly. “Call Draco. I’m sure he’s sweaty and miserable and would love to go with you.”

“Well I–“

“Harry.” Pansy fixes him with a piercing stare. Harry gulps. Unfortunately, he was completely correct in his fears about Pansy’s perceptiveness. “Call Draco.”

“But–“

“Now shoo, I need the Floo.” The next thing Harry knows is that he’s lying on his floor again, and he needs to call Draco.

When Draco answers, he looks just as miserably hot as Harry feels. His platinum hair is pulled into a messy bun high on his head and he’s forgone a shirt entirely, a fact that makes Harry’s throat go dry. Blinking down at Harry, Draco fans himself desperately with his hand. There are small beads of sweat on his upper lip that Harry wants to kiss away, and he immediately tries to forget the thought. Before Draco can even open his mouth, Harry blurts out, “Come to the beach with me?”

“Oh Merlin, please,” Draco responds immediately. “My cooling charms are all but useless. I may simply expire in this heat if I stay here a second longer.”

“Me too,” Harry says, then blanks completely as Draco’s face continues to flush pinker in the heat. “Er. Come through my Floo in ten, I’ll go dig up the beach stuff.”

~

Floating in the sea next to Draco, Harry feels very much at peace.

They decided to come to a secluded cove favoured by their friend group, a quiet place on the southern coast with soft sand and cool waters. After dumping their stuff in the sand, they immediately splashed into the sea, Draco shouting curses as Harry tried his best to completely soak them both. Now, though, they let the waves gently rock them, relishing in the respite from the heat.

“Did you put sun cream on?” Harry asks, tipping himself upwards so his ears aren’t underwater. His toes easily find sand, and the waves lap cool against his chest. Draco is floating on his back with his eyes closed, the anxiety that usually curls up in the middle of his brow surprisingly absent, and Harry stares down at him longer than he should.

He’s so beautiful.

Harry has known this objectively for quite a while, had known it when Draco slowly worked his way into Harry’s friend group and proved himself funny and kinder and much less prejudiced than he was in school. It was only this winter, curled up next to Draco around a campfire while their friends drunkenly sang Christmas carols, that he realised he also found Draco beautiful in a distinctively non-objective way. So Harry has done the only thing he can: avoid being alone with Draco and try not to have heart failure every time Draco’s body brushes against his.

Draco opens his eyes.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Draco asks, standing upright and pushing his wet hair behind his ears.

“I asked if you had put on sun cream?”

Draco frowns faintly. “I applied suncharms.”

“You know those aren’t gonna last long in this heat, and you’re so fair.”

“Hm,” is all Draco replies, but he turns himself away from Harry like he’s self-conscious.

“C’mon,” Harry wheedles, splashing half-heartedly at Draco. “I can’t let you burn, Pansy will murder me.”

Draco rolls his eyes but lets himself be pulled back up to where their towels are spread over the sand under a large rainbow umbrella. Once there, Harry digs around in his gigantic, flowery beach bag (a well-meaning gift from Luna) and finally pulls out the tube of sun cream.

“Here,” he says, holding it out to Draco, who looks at it distastefully.

“It’s sticky.”

“Draco.”

“I can’t reach my back.”

Harry freezes in place. “I’ll rub it on for you,” his mouth says, completely unbidden by his brain.

Draco blinks at him, surprised. “Alright.”

As Harry settles on the towel behind Draco, he tries to think of something else, anything else, but his brain is stuck on the pale expanse of Draco’s skin. Faint freckles dust his shoulders, and Harry smoothes the sun cream along the thin line of them, already enamored by the softness of Draco’s skin. They’re the only people in the cove, so the only sounds are the waves rolling in and Draco’s soft breathing.

“Thank you for inviting me,” Draco says as Harry’s rubbing between his shoulder blades.

“‘Course, yeah, everyone else I called was busy so I’m glad you could come.” Harry smoothes his hand down the soft bumps of Draco’s spine.

“Oh,” Draco says softly, and Harry tenses as the realisation of his mistake hits him.

“No, I didn’t mean–”

“It’s okay,” Draco interrupts, and his voice is calm but his shoulders are tense. “I’m not… I know I’m not anyone’s first choice.” He shrugs under Harry’s hand, and it’s wrong, stilted with resignation.

“I wanted to ask you first,” Harry blurts out, because he’d rather embarrass himself than let Draco sink into self-loathing. “I just… couldn’t.”

“Couldn’t? Or didn’t actually want to?” Draco is completely still, but his head tilts down slightly. Harry wants to press his fingers to the nape of Draco’s neck, but he refrains. The mid-afternoon sun continues to beat down hot outside their umbrella shade, and Harry presses his palm flat against Draco’s back.

“Draco, I–”

“Harry,” Draco says, still facing forward, but his voice is suddenly wavering. “Is it really that terrible to be around me?”

“What?” Harry asks. His voice is too loud in his ears.

“Ever since Christmas, you… you haven’t been asking me to hang out, to go to the library like we used to. Sometimes you flinch when I get too close. I just thought… I thought maybe things were different now. I thought maybe we had… we could be good friends, if we tried, and I don’t know what I did wrong.”

Harry finishes rubbing sun cream across Draco’s hips and stills, keeping his hands pressed to sun-warmed skin. “I didn’t mean for it to seem like that.”

“So it was on purpose?” Draco asks sharply, turning around on the towel, and there are tears streaked down his cheeks, which is so wrong because it’s hot and they’re at the beach and this is supposed to be easy.

“Not– no, not like that–”

“Like what, then?” Draco asks desperately, hands gesturing wildly through the air.

Harry knocks him back into the sand with the force of his kiss. Placing his hands flat on either side of Draco’s head, Harry doesn’t let himself think, because if he does he’ll lose his nerve; instead, he focuses on the way Draco arches up into him, the little sounds he makes when Harry covers his bottom lip, their bare chests sweaty and sliding together.

“Do you use strawberry lip balm?” Draco asks breathlessly when they pull away, and it’s so ridiculous that Harry laughs into Draco’s shoulder. He’s roiling with panic and affection and more panic but he’s clinging to the fact that Draco kissed him back.

“I do.”

“I have sand in my hair.”

“Yeah?”

“I–” Draco glances to the side, flushing redder than before. “Oh, just kiss me again.”

Harry does.

“Good?” Harry asks after, though the dazed look in Draco’s eyes is answer enough.

“I’m quite hot, and everything feels rather dreamy,” Draco says, and Harry takes only a moment to assess his strength versus Draco’s slight frame before he rolls to a standing position and scoops a shocked Draco into his arms, who immediately starts shouting curses into Harry’s ear.

“Fuck, Harry, you’re going to drop me, put me down oh Merlin–”

“Stop wiggling,” Harry exclaims through his laughter as they hit the edge of the waves. He keeps going until the water’s up to his thighs and then unceremoniously drops Draco. A wave rolls, and Draco comes sputtering to the surface, looking shocked and betrayed and delighted all at once.

“You like me?” Draco asks, the question soaked through with salt water, and Harry nods.

“I don’t have a great way of dealing with crushes.”

“I’ll say,” Draco mutters, pushing his wet hair off his face. “Would you like to kiss me again?”

“You’ll be all salty,” Harry says, scrunching up his nose dramatically, and Draco immediately launches his entire body at Harry.

“We’ll match!” he yells as they tumble down into the waves. They both come up for air laughing, tangled up in a kiss until the tide rolls over them and they come up for air again.

“This is the best beach day,” Draco says as Harry kisses the freckles scattered over his shoulder. “You’re sure you like me?”

“Very sure. Let’s go to the library again,” Harry says, moving up to Draco’s jawline. “I miss you telling me about obscure dead authors.”

“Classics, Harry,” Draco exclaims, but his exasperation is fond. “Let’s, though. When?”

“Not this week.”

“Not this week,” Draco repeats with feeling. “Merlin, not this week. I’d give up anything for some autumn weather.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

Harry pauses. “This?”

“Oh,” Draco says, lips parted a little. “No, not this.”

Harry kisses him again, and the waves roll in.

~

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[gold-from-straw]

Everything That Happens - ch16

This is it! The final chapter! Thank you so much to everyone who supported this fic, I really appreciate it! And I hope this is a satisfying end to one of the angstiest multichapter fics I’ve ever written lmao!

Read from the beginning on AO3 if you like!

As the year drew on and NEWTs crept closer, the near hysteria of ‘we survived a war’ became the near hysteria of ‘we might not survive exams’. Harry found himself re-doing days again just to make sure he’d understood particular concepts, and then guiltily sharing his notes or spending hours explaining them to his classmates.

“Stop it, Potter,” said Draco one evening, kicking him under the table. “You don’t need to feel guilty for having an advantage.”

“Time travel’s a bit of an extreme advantage, though,” said Harry. “More like cheating.”

“Look, as long as you promise not to go back in time to re-do all the exams, it’s not cheating. It’s just a good skill, like a photographic memory, or a talent for spellwork.” He bent his head back over his books. “I’ll turn you into a Slytherin yet,” he muttered.

His fringe fanned down over his eyebrows, and Harry had to deliberately tear his eyes away from him and focus on his Potions revision.

No matter what Draco said, Harry was trying to use his powers less and less. He’d even decided not to use them for Mind Healer sessions.

“Why not?” asked Draco, when Harry told him a few days later. They were walking up to the Great Hall side by side, elbows almost bumping. Harry was hyper-aware of the space between them.

“Well, you know I went back a couple of days ago because Hermione and Ron had this massive fight? Lavender sent Ron a love letter or something. Anyway, I went back and tried to distract them, and it worked, but then they had an even bigger fight about the exact same thing yesterday.” Harry sighed and rubbed his head, embarrassed. “And it was even worse because Hermione said Ron should have told her straight away when he got the letter instead of hiding it - only he wasn’t hiding it, it was me! I distracted him; he would have told Hermione straight away if it wasn’t for me.”

Draco frowned at him. “That wasn’t your fault.”

Harry made a face. “Some of it was. My Mind Healer says this power is making me feel like I have to be perfect.”

“She’s not wrong there,” Draco said, a tired smile curling his lips. “Perfect Potter.”

Harry shoved his shoulder, and Draco staggered sideways. “Ugh, get off, you Gryffindor oaf,” Draco grinned. The smile disappeared quickly, though, and Harry noticed the dark circles under Draco’s eyes as he looked up.

“Are you OK?” he asked softly.

Draco smiled, a very fake curl to his lips. It looked like the effort hurt. “Of course, why do you ask?”

Harry bit his lip. “Because you look… different.”

“Different?” Draco said, narrowing his eyes.

Harry thought carefully for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah, different. Look, remember back when I first told you about the time travel? And you said… you said you’d notice when I was feeling… bad?” He took a deep breath. “Well, I’m not as good at reading people as you are, but I think I’ve got a baseline--”

Draco laughed. “Oh, no, I’m not feeling like that.”

“Sure?” Harry asked, still serious.

Draco looked at him, and it made Harry ache with how sad he looked. “Yeah,” Draco said at last. “I’m good.”

“Because I can go down to Hagrid’s tomorrow instead of today if you like, I just--”

“Don’t, Potter,” Draco said, his voice strained.

“OK,” said Harry softly, his shoulders drooping.

Breakfast was stilted, almost formal, and Harry was furious with himself for pushing his luck. Draco was probably fed up of him by now, it was hardly surprising he didn’t want him around. He tried to take it philosophically but found himself stomping down to Hagrid’s hut and scowling into his bucket of tea while Hermione and Ron told Hagrid about the latest gossip.

He managed to pull himself out of his funk in time to laugh at Ron imitating Seamus and Cho’s drunken argument over Hufflepuff winning the quidditch cup and whether the ref had been biased. But when they made their way back up to the castle, Harry excused himself to walk around the lake.

He was ashamed of the fact that his first instinct was to go back in time, but do what? Make Draco happy? He’d basically told him he didn’t want him to do anything, he had to respect that. And who knew what he’d change by going back, even if he could figure out the right thing to do. He’d miss seeing Hagrid, and spending time with his friends, too. And perhaps, he thought, throwing stones for the giant squid to catch, it wasn’t his job to figure out the right thing to do.

He sat down on the bank and laughed softly. People had been telling him the same thing for months - his parents, Tonks and Andy, his Mind Healer. It wasn’t his responsibility, it wasn’t his place to fix everything. This was just the first time it had come from inside, and it was dizzying.

But even so, even if he didn’t have to fix everything, a part of him still wanted to, still wanted to find some way to make Draco feel better.

***

By seven pm Harry had dragged his heels back into the dorms, still feeling conflicted.

“Where’s Draco?” asked Hermione, looking up from her reading by the fire.

“Dunno,” muttered Harry. “He was around at breakfast.”

“You haven’t seen him since then?” she asked, frowning.

He shrugged. “I think I’m irritating him,” he admitted, his voice small. He wished he could take it back.

“He’s been looking a bit down recently,” she said thoughtfully.

Harry shrugged. “Yeah, well. He said he’s OK.”

She shrugged reluctantly. “I suppose you know him better than I do.”

Harry cracked a smile, staring down at his hands. “Well, I don’t know.”

“No, really, you guys are so close these days. And that’s a good thing! I know Ron and I are a bit… caught up with each other sometimes. I’m just glad you’ve got someone too; after you and Ginny broke up--”

“Oh, we’re not together,” Harry said quickly.

Hermione blinked. “You’re not? Oh. Oh. Oh, my goodness, Harry, I’m so sorry.”

“What for?” he chuckled.

“I mean, have you asked him out? I’m sure he’s gay, if that’s what’s stopping you.”

“No, it’s… don’t worry about it, Hermione, we’re just friends.”

She looked at him, all puppy-eyed.

“Seriously, it’s fine!” he insisted. “Uh, look; I’m going to go find Draco, see if he’s OK, like you said, and, uh, yeah. See you.”

He found himself walking towards the library without thinking about it. He might as well find Draco, even though he’d just said it as an excuse to get away from Hermione. But there was no sign of him in the library, and come to think of it, he hadn’t seen him at dinner either. Madam Pince said she hadn’t seen him since early afternoon.

Harry checked the potions lab, the staff room, the Slytherin dorms and even their old, abandoned, third-floor classroom, worry steadily building. Eventually, heart pounding, he raced back to the dorms for the Marauders’ map, spreading it out on the bed to search for Draco’s name. There! The top of the Astronomy tower… but that had been damaged in the battle, and still wasn’t safe.

He barely remembered to banish the map before scrambling outside again, ignoring the voices that called him as he rushed through the common room.

He was breathing hard by the time he got up to the top of the tower, the roof and part of the walls blasted away, leaving the spiral staircase damaged and the room at the top exposed to the elements. “Draco!” he yelled, looking around wildly.

Movement at the crumbling, open corner of the room caught his eye, and he nearly collapsed in relief to see Draco stand up.

“What are you doing here, Potter?” Draco asked, his voice too upbeat and nonchalant to be real. As Harry stepped forwards across the debris, Draco turned to look out over the moonlit grounds, wiping his eyes surreptitiously.

“I should have stayed with you,” Harry said softly, walking up to stand close to Draco. He could see him trembling in the drizzle, and cast warming and impervious charms. Draco turned his face slightly to acknowledge it. Not far enough for Harry to see his face, though.

“Why do you say that?” Draco asked, still keeping up that falsely cheerful voice.

“Draco…”

Draco chuckled, and his shoulders sagged. “Can’t you just believe me when I say I’m fine, like everyone else?”

“Do you really want me to?” asked Harry carefully. “I promise, I’ll leave you alone if you definitely want that, but I’m worried--” He touched Draco’s wrist with the tips of his fingers. Draco gasped slightly and jumped, and Harry pulled back. “I feel like I should have stayed with you this morning.”

He turned to go, to take himself back, to make it all better because this was something big, this was someone hurting, but Draco grabbed his arm. “No, don’t, Potter, please. It’s fine.”

Harry turned back to him, to his head bowed over Harry’s arm, his shoulders rounded and small, and he just wanted so badly to wrap him up in warmth and love and peace. “I just want you to be happy,” he said. The wind carried the words over the edge.

Draco laughed, or sobbed. “You can’t. You shouldn’t have to. I shouldn’t be like this anymore. Everything you’ve changed… why do you keep changing things for me? What have I done to deserve this?”

“Nothing!” said Harry. “I just… I want to help. I help other people too.”

Draco let go of Harry’s arm and sat right on the edge of the broken tower, somehow seeming even more hollowed out than before. “You should make yourself happy,” he said, his voice strained. He flashed a sad smile up at Harry. “You’re trying so hard to make other people’s lives better, but it’s not your job. Who makes you happy?”

Harry screwed up all of his courage, so he could feel it like a solid thing in his throat. “You do,” he said, sitting next to Draco.

“Potter, I--”

“It’s selfish,” he said, almost breathless. “All of this, going back for little things. Sometimes it’s to right a wrong, but mostly it’s... it’s so I get to see you smile.”

“What?” said Draco faintly.

“I know it’s not… I know you don’t feel the same, and that’s fine, but I… it makes the sun come out for me, to see you smiling, or laughing, or… or just at peace. Just happy.”

“How… how could you think I don’t feel the same?”

Harry blinked up at him and they stared at each other, inches from the fall. Harry swallowed. “You don’t even use my first name.”

Draco laughed, tears coming to his eyes, and it wasn’t a happy laugh. It was afraid and hysterical and so close to something Harry wanted to drown himself in. “I call you Potter because if I said your first name there’s no way it wouldn’t be obvious to everyone in a ten mile radius.”

Harry’s heart thundered as he covered Draco’s hand over the rough stone. “What would be obvious?” he whispered.

Draco took a shuddering breath. “That I’ve been in love with you for years… Harry.”

It was like a wave, like a tide rushing up through his body and sweeping joy into every pore. Draco’s soft grey eyes looked up at him, fluttering shut as he leaned closer, until he felt Draco’s soft lips underneath his own.

Draco sighed into the kiss, leaning in and sinking his free hand into Harry’s hair. Harry pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around his waist and pressing his face into Draco’s neck as the kiss ended, trying to be closer, to surround himself with Draco.

“I’m not always going to be happy,” Draco whispered, his arms tightening across Harry’s shoulders. “I’m going to have bad days, maybe for the rest of my life, and that’s not your fault. You can’t fix everyone, and you won’t be able to fix me all the time by going back for the notes I’ve lost, or a shell you’ve found that reminds me of you. You can’t. You shouldn’t. But…” he swallowed and stroked his thumb over Harry’s cheek. “You make me happy just by being here and trying. Maybe not happy on the surface where you can see, but happy somewhere small and precious.”

Harry pressed himself even closer, pulling Draco onto his lap to surround him in all the love he couldn’t speak, and felt one moment stretch into eternity.

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[ejmcmoon]

HP and the Birthday Weekend: HBP Reaction

So I’ve been doing reactions for Freeform’s HP marathon. Freeform is skipping OotP, so here’s HBP (stupid Freeform). If you don’t want spoilers, don’t read.

Poor Harry. He looks so sad while his picture’s being taken. Poor kid needs a break.

I’ve always found it weird that the Death Eaters can fly without brooms. In the books, only Voldy and Snape can do it. Here it seems like they just add it for flashy effects.

Lol Dumbles is like “Forget the pretty girl and take my arm.”

Slughorn is so damn Extra. He fucking destroyed the place so that it looks like he’s already attacked. What a drama queen.

“I do love knitting patterns” Dumbledore is the embodiment of gay stereotypes and I’m not sure whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

YASSS the twins’ joke shop!

“How much is this?” “Five galleons” “How much for me?” “Five galleons” “I’m your brother” “Ten galleons” I LOVE THESE TWo

When Fenrir Greyback almost saw the trio spying on the Malfoys in Borgin&Burkes, I got literal CHILLS

GINNY’S SO CUTE WITH HER PYGMY PUFF

Honestly,  I don’t understand why Romione (especially Ron) don’t think Malfoy is a death eater. After all the animosity between them and Malfoy, I think they’d be a little suspicious Malfoy.

DRACO STOP BEING A BITCH

Lo Flitwick is being petty af 

Luna’s great. “No but I’ve done several toes. How different can they be, really?”

Hermione gets mad at Ron for eating while  Harry’s missing, but honestly I would be too. It’d be more like stress eating, but still.

Draco looks so depressed my poor bby

Minnie ain’t got time for that slacking off shit lmao. Also, I feel so bad for Ron. People always sideline him for Harry

OMGS SEAMUS IS StILL BLOWING UP SHIT

Okay, but the potions lesson scene is the one time where Hermione’s hair is as frizzy as should be. Smh

Ugh, NO DUMBLES. Harmione is NOT a thing. It’s all about Hinny and Romione.

I really wish they’d shown more of Voldy’s memories. They were really important plot points.

Whose decision was it to make Draco consistently have a green apple? Not that it’s bad but I’d just like to know which department instigated the Drapple fandom.

“SHUT IT” The one part where Movie Ginny acted like she was SUPPOSED TO

Why you little snitch Ron. Harry’s relationship with his book is very intimate and personal (Jk I love Ron.)

Ron jfc. Ginny can snog whoever she wants to

“What if she saw you here snogging me? Would you expect her to get up and leave?” Hermione you sly mofo.

Aww look at Hermione wrapping her arms around her boys

Katie NUUUUUU

“Why is it when something happens, it is always you three?”  Because they’re protagonists and shit must always hit the fan around them

“How grand it must be to be the chosen one” Would you like some fries with that salt, Sev?

“She’s got nice skin” YES SKIN THAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO KISS

“Hermione’s got nice skin” Lol they’re both WHIPPED

Belby devouring his desert like a caveman is my aesthetic and mood whenever ice cream is in the vicinity

Good job Harry just abruptly stand up and making A HUNDRED TIMES MORE AWKWARD

Ron why are you acting all condescending?! She low-key asked you to the dinner party!

Have I mentioned how much I LOVE Luna’s lion hat?

YAS GINNY YOU FLY THAT BROOM LIKE A BAMF

Damn the Weasleys are on fire today

“You didn’t put it in. Ron only thought you did” Yes because Harry is slick af and also Slytherdor af.

“I think this room’s taken” Yes now gtfo. Also, I hate how Lavender was black but they made her white when she had any huge significance to the story

“But I am the chosen one” *slap* Come on Hermione let the boy have some confidence. Hitting him is a bit abusive

LOL when Cormac threw up on Snape’s shoes I was like, “Boi you’re fucked.”

Wow Lavender is so extra. She has good writing on foggy windows skills, tho. Mine usually turn out really ugly

I wish she’d (Ginny) fed him a canary cake and then he turned into a canary. And ugh Ron is such a cockblock.

Ugh they fucked up all of the ships in this movie? All of the Hinny scenes were awkward as hell and Ronks wasn’t even canon during that burrow scene.

Speaking of the Burrow scene, I think it’s cool, but they could’ve taken it out to include scenes like Voldy’s other memories, Hinny scenes that aren’t bullshit, tc.

Also, Ginny wouldn’t have just been STANDING there letting Harry defend her. She’d’ve hexed those Death Eaters into next week!

“Excuse me while I go and vomit” I’d wanna vomit too Mione

Oh gods here comes the scene where Harry is so unbelievably not smooth about asking Slughorn for the memory. Prepare for a massive cringe attavk.

“Is that what you told Tom Riddle, sir?” WHY ARE YOU SUCH AN IDIOT HARRY???? LIKE FUCK

“The map’s wrong” THE MAP NEVER LIES HERMIONE

“They [the cauldron cakes] were lying on your bed. I thought I’d try one.” Oh Ron your love for food is gonna be the death of you.

Rupert’s acting like he’s wasted is spot on. OMGS when he hugs Slughorn, tho!!!

Gods Slughorn is such an incompetent teacher. DON’T JUST STAND THERE DO SOMETHING GOSH DAMMIT

“And for the record, I’ve always found him interesting” We know Mione we know.

Ugh wonderful the Sectumsempra scene is close. Harry does so many things that give me second-hand embarrassment in this movie.

What I don’t get is how Lav is at a different table when she’s in Gryffindor. They could’ve had her sit at the Gryffindor table for the trio’s in sync judging stare

OH NO THE SCENE’S COMING

NO HARRY DON’T DO IT YOU BLOODY IDIOT

UGHHHHHHHHHHH

“Did you and Ginny do it then?” “What?” “Hide the book?” *wiggles eyebrows* They did more than that

Ugh why did he drink the whole damn bottle of liquid luck? He was supposed to save it for Ginny and the trio!

On the other hand, Harry being high and cocky af is the best thing!

“How on earth did you get out of the castle?” “Through the front door”

“Harry!” “Sir!”

Aww Hagrid bby don’t cry #ProtectHagrid2k17

Wow Slughorn and Hagrid are so fucking drunk.

Hey at least they included the fish story! That was super cute and feels destroying. Damn this scene tugs at my heart strings. 

WHY WOULD A FORBIDDEN SUBJECT BE FOR HYPOTHETICAL USE???? (I mean unless you’re writing a book, but that doesn’t apply here) I love Slughorn and think he’s an interesting character, but fuck he’s so dense

YES THEY ACTUALLY EXPLAINED THAT THE ROOM OF REQUIREMENT ISN’T ON THE MAP. They should’ve included it on the DVD! This would’ve made Ron’s line about Mione saying that in DHpt2 make so much more sense. Ugh this movie has so many plot holes it physically hurts

“Has it ever crossed your brilliant mind that I don’t want to do this anymore?” For once I agree with Snape. Dumbles is a manipulative asshole.

Okay, so in the books when Sumbles and Harry get to the cliff they swim across the sea or ocean or whatever to get to the cave. And I guess they skipped that part, but still had it happen? So how tf did they swim across it here? The water is way too strong? Apparition maybe?

THAT BOAT LOOKS HEAVY. Why make Harry pull it out all by himself?! You’re a wizard, Dumbledick! Use magic!

Dumbledore yelling that it’s his fault breaks my heart now that I know the context. Like, yeah, he’s an asshole, but poor guy. It’s so tragic.

“Don’t worry, sir. We’re almost there.”  “I’m not worried, Harry. I’m with you.” Oh the fucking irony.

The added choir scene is so haunting

NO DRACO DON’T DO IT DON’T LET THEM IN

The way Snape walked in gave me GOOSEBUMPS. And “Severus...please.” UGH MY HEART

Nooooo! Hagrid’s cabin! What about Fang?!

So Harry just walked in Dumbledore’s office and ARE THOSE LEMON DROPS ON DUMBLEDORE’S DESK??? FTW!

Ugh I hate how Ron’s in the background for most of the last scene. He’s a part of the trio too!

Aww Fawkes don’t make me cry! Great now I’m emotional.

So overall HBP is my least favorite movie adaption because of how sloppy it is. But damn that ending scene got to me.

I’ve had loads of fun doing these. I guess I’ll both DH movies tomorrow and then OotP on Monday. Later!