#auror lynne

[pastelmuppet]

A nice deep drawing of Luna, deep dreamy thinking with her love of the witch of the night and moon.

Also attempted to draw the Aurora Borealis for the first time cause I wanted a nice dark beautiful background surrounding the galactic night sky that is her skirt. Not really proud of it; there’s only so much I can smudge and blur to the point where I can make it look more realistic. BUUUUUUT that’s what me being a cartoon artist it is what it is.

[manilafm]

mw animated characters from cartoon shows on disney channel and nickelodeon?

I don't think we'll be able to get through everyone, so if there are any characters from cartoon shows that are on Disney Channel and/or on Nickelodeon that aren't included in this post, please send us an ask with the name of the fandom, and thank you for your ask !! We would absolutely love to see Luz Noceda, Amity Blight, Willow Park, Boscha, Lilith Clawthorne, Emira 'Em' Blight, Eda Clawthorne, Gus Porter, King Clawthorne, and Hunter / The Golden Guard from The Owl House ; Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Adrien Agreste, Nino Lahiffe, Alya Césaire, Kagami Tsurugi, Jessica ‘Jess’ Keynes, Tikki, Plagg, Alix Kubdel, Chloé Bourgeois, Luka Couffaine, Lila Rossi, Rose Lavillant, Gabriel Agreste, Audrey Bourgeois, Nathalie Sancoeur, Mireille Caquet, Aurore Beauréal, and Pollen from Miraculous: Tales Of Ladybug & Cat Noir ; Star Butterfly, Tom Lucitor, Marco Diaz, Jackie Lynn Thomas, Janna Ordonia, Princess Pony Head, Kelly, Brittney Wong, Ludo, and Toffee from Star Vs. The Forces Of Evil ; Kim Possible, Shego, Ron Stoppable, Monique, Wade, and Dr. Drakken from Kim Possible ; Mason 'Dipper' Pines, Stanley Pines, Stanford Pines, Bill Cipher, Wendy Corduroy, Grenda Grendinator, Tambry, and Pacifica Northwest from Gravity Falls ; Phineas Flynn, Candace Flynn, Isabella García-Shapiro, Stacy Hirano, Vanessa Doofenshmirtz, Linda Flynn-Fletcher, Ferb Fletcher, Ginger Hirano, and Perry from Phineas And Ferb ; Ashley Quinlan / Ashley Q., Ashley Tomassian / Ashley T., Ashley 'Spinelli' Spinelli, Gretchen Grundler, Ashley Boulet / Ashley B., and Ashley A. from Recess ; and then from Nickelodeon cartoon shows, we would love to see SpongeBob SquarePants, Squidward Tentacles, Patrick Star, Sandra 'Sandy' Cheeks, Karen, Sheldon J. Plankton, Pearl Krabs, and Eugene Krabs from SpongeBob SquarePants ; Sheen Estévez, Liberty 'Libby' Folfax, Cynthia 'Cindy' Vortex, Betty Quinlan, James 'Jimmy' Neutron, Nick Dean, Brittany Tenelli, Carl Wheezer, Hugh Neutron, and Judy Neutron from The Adventures Of Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius ; Wanda Fairywinkle-Cosma, Cosmo Cosma, Poof Fairywinkle-Cosma, Foop, Sparky, Anti-Cosmo, Anti-Wanda, Mark Chang, Chester McBadBat, Trixie Tang, Veronica, Nicky (Tootie's and Vicky's mother), Remy Buxaplenty, Timothy ‘Timmy’ Tiberius Turner, Denzel Crocker, Tootie, Connie Carmichael, Blonda Fairywinkle, Francis, Imaginary Gary, Chip Skylark, Britney Britney, A.J., Tad, Chad, Vicky, Chloe Carmichael, Ricky, Timmy Turner's unnamed father, and Timmy Turner's unnamed mother from The Fairly OddParents ; Luan Loud, Lincoln Loud, Lynn, Jr., Loud, Lucy Loud, Lola Loud, Lana Loud, Lisa Loud, Lily Loud, Rita Loud, Lynn, Sr., Loud, Katherine Mulligan, Kate Bernardo, Clyde McBride, Ronnie Anne Santiago, Adelaide Chang, Stella Zhau, Sid Chang, Morag, and Chandler McCann from The Loud House / The Casagrandes / and etc. ; Tommy Pickles, Chuckie Finster, Dylan ‘Dil’ Pickles, Phillip 'Phil’ DeVille, Lillian ‘Lil’ DeVille, Kimiko ‘Kimi’ Watanabe-Finster, Angelica Pickles, Susie Carmichael, Didi Pickles, Stu Pickles, Chas Finster, Drew Pickles, Charlotte Pickles, Lulu Pickles, Lou Pickles, Miriam Pickles, Dr. Lucy Carmichael, Randy Carmichael, Betty DeVille, Howard DeVille, Melinda Finster, Alisa Carmichael, Buster Carmichael, Edwin Carmichael, and Savannah Shane from All Grown Up! / Rugrats !! But if you have any other fandoms / characters in mind, please send us another ask with the name of the fandom !!

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Pas l'temps je lis (mars-avril 2023)

Pas l’temps je lis est la chronique que je tiens dans le supplément culture qui paraît chaque samedi dans le quotidien Le Temps. Ci-dessous vous trouverez la liste des livres présentés dans les chroniques. Elle permettra aux abonné.es du Temps de les retouver facilement, offrira des pistes aux lecteur.ices du blog et sera utile aux éditeurs.trices qui verront ainsi quels livres ont été retenus et auront une idée du ton de la chronique.

4 mars 2023 - John Lennon et Franz Kafka

John, Emmanuel Bourdier, Flammarion - Roman 10-12 ans

Kafka et la poupée, Larissa Theule, Rebecca Green, Les Editions des Eléphants - Album dès 5 ans

11 mars 2023 - L'amitié

L'Arbre généreux, Shel Silverstein, L'Ecole des loisirs - Album dès 5-6 ans

Un meilleur meilleur ami, Olivier Tallec, Pastel / L'Ecole des loisirs - Album dès 5-6 ans

Hipou, Oili Tanninen, La Partie - Album 0-3 ans

18 mars 2023 - Le Cycle de la vie

Il est où Diouke, Emilie Boré, Vincent Di Silvestro, La Joie de lire - Album dès 5 ans

La Fougère et le bambou, Marie Tibi, Jérémy Pailler, Kaléidoscope - Conte dès 5-6 ans

Insectorama, Lisa Voisard, Helvetiq - Documentaire dès 8 ans

25 mars 2023 - Salon du livre de Genève

Elles : tomes 1 et 2, Aveline Stokart, Kid Toussaint, Le Lombard - Bande dessinée dès 11 ans

Magda, cuisinière intergalactique, Nicolas Wouters, Mathilde Van Gheluwe, Sarbacane - Bande dessinée dès 10 ans

Le Livre bleu, Germano Zullo, Albertine, La Joie de lire - Album dès 5 ans

Dix petites souris, Colin Thibert, Haydé, La Joie de lire - Album dès 3 ans

1er avril 2023 - Dès livres animés pour les petits

Bleu pop. Blanc pop, Aurore Petit, La Martinière - Livres animés dès 9 mois

Jazzy dans la jungle, Lucy Cousins, Hélium - Livre à caches dès 2 ans

La Souris qui portait sa maison sur son dos, Jonathan Stutzman, Isabelle Arsenault, Les éditions des Eléphants - Album dès 3-4 ans

08 avril 2023 - Des romans pour les vacances

Moumoute et la boîte aux trésors, Inbar Heller Algazi, L'Ecole des loisirs - Roman dès 6 ans

Suzanne Griotte et le parc aux limaces, Thibault Bérard, Clément Devaux, Gallimard Jeunesse - Roman dès 8 ans

Les treize sorcières, Jodi Lynn Anderson, Nathan - Roman dès 9-10 ans

15 avril 2023 - L'engagement à hauteur d'enfant

La Chambre de Warren, Jérémie Moreau, Albin Michel Jeunesse - Album dès 4 ans

Eddie et Noé: plus chauds que le climat, Max de Radiguès, Hugo Piette, Sarbacane - Bande dessinée dès 11 ans

Le Cercle des Dryades : opération Eurydice, Richard Couaillet, Actes Sud Jeunesse - Roman dès 8-9 ans

22 avril 2023 - Le pouvoir de l'imagination

L'Ami du grenier, Mamiko Shiotani, La Partie - Album dès 4 ans

On ferait comme si, André Marois, Gérard DuBois, Grasset Jeunesse - Album dès 5 ans

L'Idée du placard, Jean-Luc Englebert, Pastel / L'Ecole des loisirs - Album dès 6 ans

29 avril 2023 - En vacances

Ah! les voyages, Marie Caudry, Editions Thierry Magnier - Album dès 5 ans

Emile dort chez des gens, Vincent Cuvellier, Ronan Badel, Gallimard Giboulées - Album de 3 à 6 ans

Presque perdu, Hervé Giraud, Aurélie Castex, Seuil Jeunesse - Roman dès 8-9 ans

[auroralynne]

SPEEDPAINT ChloNath Week Day 7 - 'AU'

Last day of ChloNath Week is up! Check out my coloring process for this piece :D

Please like, share and subscribe! 

[peachpety]

Fashionably Late, In Style by @mystickitten42, art by @fictional draco x harry ⏰ 3k ⏰ E ⏰ harry/draco owlpost 2021

❤️ Because ILY, Tara! ❤️

Listen, Tara, my sounding board, my soothing balm, my momma misfit, I am so very blessed to claim you as one of my oldest & best fandom friends. Many of (what I consider) my writing successes I can attribute to your insight. You are a brilliant gem, and I adore you.

So naturally, I enlisted the sweet and ever-so-talented Lynn to create something wonderful as tribute because I knew it would be perfect. And I mean. Look at it!

Choosing a MysticKitten fic for art was difficult, y'all!! The assless leather chaps in The Scent of Leather...? Art model Draco in The Naughty List...?

But, fashionista!Draco is a weakness of mine and this fic, y'all. This fic is Draco in heels owning Pansy's haute couture catwalk. It's Auror Harry returning to claim what's his. It's motorcycles, remote cabins, and rekindling passion in the snowfall.

And it's exactly what y'all need to read on a soft spring day.

Big love, Tara, always xoxo peach 🍑

[arrthurpendragon]

25 Days of Christmas 2017 {8/?}

@carlylynnmikaelsonscamander it’s been fun to see you excited about your ideas and how many awesome ones you come up with.  Hope you have a lovely holiday season! :)

[the-sinking-ship]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

This is really nice! Thank you for thinking of me, mysterious anon.

When asked to rec some of my favourites from my own collection, I tend to always gravitate to the same long fics. So this time, I think I’ll offer up five of my less popular works that I really love!

Things We Do (Explicit, ~17k, clubbing, roommates, smut)

This was a birthday gift for Fwooshy, who loves fuck-boy Harry and a few drinks at the club. It was also the first thing I wrote after the gruelling marathon of finishing two 100k+ fics in a row. Maybe the angst scared people away from this one, but apparently I really needed to write some messy they-were-roommates smut. There is a happy ending, I promise.

‘Tis a Far Better Thing (Explicit, 37k, fashion designer Draco, banter, humor)

I don’t know, I just really love this fic. It’s lighthearted, and goofy, and chock-full of fashion (it’s loosely based on the movie Clueless, after all). I wrote it for Lynn’s birthday last year and I’m not sure I’ve ever had more fun writing a story in my life. I allowed myself to be indulgent and write the type of fic that I love to read. I’m a firm believer that not all fic has to be serious. It doesn’t have to tear you apart and put you back together again. It’s the milkshake and french fries of fic, and I’m not mad about it.

Sweet Indulgence (Explicit, 10k, Head Auror Harry, snarky Draco, office Christmas party, desk sex)

Another one of my earlier fics, but I’m still really fond of this one. I took a leap and gifted a fic to an artist I was trying to woo (@fictional), and it worked brilliantly. Yeah, it’s a Christmas party fic, but there are jokes and snacks and sex on the Head Auror’s desk, so I think it can be enjoyed year-round.

Like Gold (Explicit, 4.9k, praise kink, motorbike rides, established relationship, giving the middle finger to oppressive parents)

I’m just leaving this here as a reminder to myself that I CAN write a fic under 5k and still manage to cram in both smut and motorcycles.

Finely Drawn Lines (Explicit, 60k, Hogwarts professors, artist Draco, lots of smut, a forest of pine)

My new fic finishes posting THIS SUNDAY (3/27), so for those of you who are WIP-phobic, the time has come! I started this story in January of 2021 and I’m just now getting around to publishing it. It’s also my first/only fic that takes place in Hogwarts and writing it felt a bit like returning home after growing up and living a life.

I'm off to sneakily send this to some of my fav writers!

[harrydracobang]

Harry/Draco Big Bang Fic & Art: speak of the devil (and the devil shall appear) (Explicit)

Title: speak of the devil (and the devil shall appear) Author: @sophisticatedyet Artists: @mad1492 and @fictional Pairing(s): Harry/Draco, background Ron/Hermione, past Harry/Ginny Other Key Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Original Female Character Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~88,000 Era: Post-Hogwarts, Not epilogue compliant Content/Warnings: Auror Harry Potter, Tailor Draco Malfoy, Enemies to Lovers, (Poorly Defined) Magical Summoning Curses, Career Angst, That Existential Dread when you're in your Mid-Twenties and your Friends Start Having Babies, Drinking, The Aurors are Institutionally Flawed, Canon-Typical Violence, Explicit Sexual Content, Dual POV Summary:  “So, there I was: probably a little bit concussed, stinking of vinegar, pickles sliding into my socks — and of course, that’s when Potter turns up.”

Pansy's gaze drifted over Draco’s shoulder and her lips twisted. “That’s funny, considering he also just appeared behind you."

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Unbeknownst to anyone, Draco gets hit by a curse. Suddenly, Harry Potter is around a lot more than either of them want him to be.

Author's Notes: This is first fic I've finished in more than three years and also the longest I've ever written by about 50k. It's a cliché but completely true: I simply couldn't have done it alone.

As always thank you to Gabby, for being the ultimate writing buddy and constant source of inspiration and motivation. Thank you to my betas, Maddy and Lissy, this fic would not have been what it is without you both (and especially thank you to Maddy for volunteering at the very last moment). The ultimate thank yous go to Maria and Lynn, for blessing this fic with your art. Having not one, but two incredible artists was beyond amazing and you were so lovely to work with. The final pieces are more beautiful than I ever could have dreamed. Finally, thank you to the mods for organising this fest, I've had a blast! Artists' Notes:

mad1492: It was a pleasure drawing for this fic; sexual tension, hot blooded characters, unusual encounters and, well, lovely smut if I can say that. A really enjoyable reading so go and read it too! Thanks Charlotte for trusting us with illustrating it!

milkandhoney: Working with Charlotte has been an absolute pleasure. From the first moment I read the story, I knew it was right up my alley -- clever, sexy, extremely fun --  and tried my best to channel that into my work. Thank you again, Charlotte, for your patience and your kindness when I bombarded you with compliments and questions. Thank you also to my fellow artist Maria, whose work speaks for itself, and perfectly captures the scene she chose to bring to life. Thank you to S and L who were kind enough to give me feedback on the few pieces I wasn’t sure about. And lastly, a big thank you to the mods who were eternally patient and worked so hard to bring this fest together. It was no easy feat (and I say that as someone on the periphery of this mammoth project, with my mouth agape). I hope you all enjoy this treasure of a fic.

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[drawlfoy]

snake for a badger

masterlist requests are closed, but read this before you click away! message me/send an ask to be tagged :)

pairing: hufflepuff!reader x draco

request? nope this was something that i came up with myself but low key i had quite a few hufflepuff requests that i never attended to and i wanted to give the hufflepuffs some love (my longest fics have had either ravenclaw or gryffindor readers, so this is your moment y’all...if you’re a slytherin then i’ll have something coming up for you soon ;))

summary: 6th year hufflepuff y/n y/l/n doesn’t know if she be afraid of draco malfoy after her friends warn her about his potential status as a death eater...and the fact that he keeps showing up to save her isn’t helping. THIS IS A TEASER!!!! for a much longer oneshot that’s currently in progress!!

warnings: teen drinking, secondhand embarrassment, swearing

a/n: important note that THIS IS A TEASER. i honestly have no idea how the entire oneshot is going to look (even though i assume that this isn’t exactly a one shot if there’s this added onto it). i’m not even sure if this is going to be a scene--it’s just the very first thing i wrote for it, and i liked it. i feel like draco’s character in this is really tricky because i haven’t yet decided how “ooc” i want him to be. i just really liked this idea and i’ve always had the image of y/n saving draco in this particular movie scene. let me know your thoughts!

no music recs, this is just a teaser

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word count: 2.5k

Her shoes dug into the back of her heels as she tried to keep up with Ginny around the corner. 

“I don’t understand why you insist on wearing those...torture devices,” the red-haired witch said without adjusting her stride in the slightest. Y/N was tempted to just rip them off then and there and attend Slughorn’s party barefoot and carefree, but she knew better. It was in her best interest to try and get on the good side of the professors. Even though she had no intention of holding an office in the Ministry or becoming an Auror, she still wanted a good scroll of recommendation from her Potions professor. Especially considering his connections.

“Why don’t you just spell the back of them soft?” asked Ginny. “That’s what Parvati does. At least, I think that’s what she does. I don’t know how else she’s able to wear them with her uniform every day.”

“She doesn’t know the first thing about shoes.” Y/N winced the tip of her heel wobbled for a moment in between the cobblestones. “Once you spell a shoe soft, they’re never the same again. They’re ruined. At least, that’s what my mother has always told me--she swears by that balm stuff I keep on my nightstand.”

“Ah, Mrs. Y/L/N. I’m glad she’s not here to see me. I think she would demand that I pay with my life for my outfit today.”

Y/N managed a smile. “Hey. You know she likes you. I think so, at least.”

They rounded the corner, and this time Ginny was kind enough to steady Y/N as they made their way up the final flight of stairs. “I don’t know how you’re going to make it through the whole night, Y/N. I bet you wish you’d taken up Nott’s offer to be your date this time, huh? Now that you don’t have anyone to lean on if your feet get too tired?”

“There’s something called taking my shoes off if they hurt too much,” she responded. “And I could never regret that--I know he only did it because his mother told him to. Something about a favor for my mother after we saved her at a gala, I’m sure.”

“Also the fact that Millie would crucify you if she saw you with him.”

Y/N laughed. “That too. Imagine being a Hufflepuff who accidentally put a target on her back…”

“You’d be dead.”

“But very, very stylish. And if I died, my feet wouldn’t hurt anymore.”

Ginny tutted at her. “So morbid.”

The staircase had finally turned to their stop, and before the two girls had a chance to get off, Y/N heard a voice call out for her companion.

“Ginny! Hey, Ginny!”

“Harry!” 

She pulled Y/N up the last few steps and deposited her safely on the corridor platform before bounding off towards Harry and Luna at the opposite end of the hall. They must’ve come from a different direction. “I’ll catch up with you at the party, ok?”

Y/N just beamed at her friend as she closed the difference between her and Harry, pulling both him and Luna around the corner towards the music and sound of the party. If it was anyone else, she might’ve been offended, but she knew how much Harry meant to her. Even if Ginny didn’t know it yet. And Y/N would not, under any circumstance, slow her friend down because of her poor footwear choices.

She dusted her dress off before making her way further down the hall. It was slower going without the prospect of a steadying hand next to her, but it was getting easier. Maybe the balm she’d used on the leather really was softening with each step she took like it said on the box. 

Before she lifted the curtain to walk into the jovial evening, a flash of blond hair caught her eye. Platinum blond hair--the type that only belonged to one person she knew. 

“Malfoy?” 

His head snapped up from its previous spot on his knees that were folded up on the floor. The Slytherin was obscured by the darkness and the dividing wall that had been erected in the corridor, but Y/N was completely sure of what she was seeing.

She crept closer, inwardly cringing at the sound her heels made as they clacked across the stones. 

“Need anything, Y/L/N?” he drawled. Once she was close enough to see his face clearly, his expression made it clear that he was not in a good mood. Not like he ever was, though. 

“Why are you...er...just sitting here?” Fuck. She sounded so ditzy.

“Enjoying my Friday night.”

“Oh...ok.” Y/N swallowed. “You were invited to Slughorn’s party?” 

He shrugged. 

Her mouth felt dry. Obviously, he hadn’t been invited. Slughorn was notorious for wanting to keep a squeaky clean image, and entertaining the idea of inviting a Death Eater’s son was...out of question. And he never tried in his class anymore.

She dared another look down at him and nearly squeaked when she saw him staring directly back at her. Under normal circumstances, she would’ve at least told him goodbye or goodnight, but her words completely failed her. Instead, she just stared back, completely frozen. 

She couldn’t help it. Ever since last fall, she couldn’t act normal around him to save her life. Not after...that. 

A cat meowed in the distance, breaking whatever was paralyzing her. 

“I...I have to go. I think that’s Filch.” 

He said nothing--just tilted his head and raised an eyebrow like he was expecting something from her. She spun and walked as quickly as she could manage without breaking an ankle.

“What took you so long, Y/N?” Ginny asked the moment the curtain fell behind her, closing her back into the party. The tent that was magically set up was much more spacious than she was expecting, and the lime and peach coloring was surprisingly bright and cheery.

“I...uh…”

Her explanation was cut short by the sound of the entrance curtain being shoved aside with so much force that the nearest tables shook, the fine china clattering. 

Filch stood in front of them, holding a very peeved looking Draco Malfoy by the scruff of his neck. “Found this boy loitering around outside. I don’t imagine that he’s been invited to your party here.”

“I’ll take care of it.” Professor Snape appeared to her left, his robes billowing black behind him as he made his way towards the pair.

“Ok, ok, I admit it, I wasn’t--”

“Draco! Where have you been?” 

The words were out of her mouth before she even had the chance to think of the heavy, heavy regret that weighed down at her the moment they were spoken--not to mention the foreign feeling of the name “Draco” instead of Malfoy on her tongue. The tension in the room was tangible as Y/N took a few tentative steps forward. Snape whipped around to glare at her with a look that contained so much venom that it nearly stunned her.

“Miss Y/L/N? What’s going on?” Her sweet Potions professor materialized behind her. Y/N felt a twinge in her gut at what she was about to say--if she followed through, he probably wouldn’t ever give her the scroll of recommendation she wanted. “Did you invite him?”

Oh well. Here goes.

She drew in a shaky breath. “Yes. He’s my...uh...date tonight.”

Ginny spun around and sent her a death glare that said oh you are so telling me about this right now. 

Filch released his grip on Malfoy’s neck, shoving him forward into the crowd. Y/N met his eyes for a brief second, and the only emotion she could register was shock. And anger.

“Fine. Dumbledore will be hearing about this, though. And tell your date to stop breaking curfew in restricted areas.” 

With that, the curtain fell back and Filch was gone, leaving Y/N in the throes of her own despair. Malfoy was just a few feet away from her now, standing in all his gloomy glory. And she’d just told everyone that he was her date.

The music started up again, the strings echoing around the still room. A few couples hesitantly started dancing again, and the roar of conversation slowly picked back up to where it left off. Y/N and Malfoy were the only ones not doing something...coupley. 

“So,” said Malfoy. The sigh that followed was completely unreasonable. “I think you’re supposed to tell me to stop breaking curfew in restricted areas sometime soon.”

She gulped. “Yeah. That.”

He held out his hand, slow and gingerly like he was about to touch a hot stove. Y/N just gawked at it.

“We should probably dance. Or something. I don’t think you’re being a very believable date right now.” 

Y/N grabbed his hand and let him pull her into the mess of couples. It felt like her mind had taken a complete vacation. What had happened? How had this night ended up this way? “I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she started.

“Yeah, well, me neither.” He was practiced and comfortable as he guided her through the steps of whatever waltz was playing. Y/N never paid much attention when she was young to the dance lessons that her parents painstakingly put her through--and it was clear from how much she needed to depend on him. Her shoes didn’t help, 

“Ginny is going to fucking kill me,” she said suddenly. 

“You think?” he said, his tone flat. “Why’d you say I was your date? Were you that desperate for someone?”

“I…” The words died on her tongue as she tried to get them out. Malfoy spun her as she clung to the silk lapel of his suit, hanging on for dear life as her heels teetered. “You know why.” 

If he had any strong thoughts on the matter, he didn’t let it show on his face. He simply let his gaze flicker down at her for a second before he dipped her. “You know, in my world we don’t really return favors. If I were you, I would stop trying to repay me. There’s no point.”

“There doesn’t need to be one. I just…”

“Just worry about yourself, okay? I don’t need you to be stirring up your own drama with fruitless attempts to pay me back. I’m perfectly capable on my own.”

“I’m not doubting how capable you are! I’m just being a fair person!”

“Nothing about any of this is fair,” he snipped. “It doesn’t matter what you do. You’re not going to set anything right. You should know better, anyways. You shouldn’t be trying to help me. I’m surprised Potter isn’t teaching you this.”

Y/N’s cheeks grew hot while the song slowly creaked to the end. “Malfoy--” 

“I’m going to get us drinks.” He dropped her hand and was gone before another word could leave her lips.

It took Ginny no more than a minute to have her friend cornered in a quiet spot of the tent, her eyes glittering. “When were you going to tell me that you were going to ask Malfoy to be your date?”

“I didn’t,” Y/N told her. She decided that she might as well be truthful. “I just felt bad for him. Snape seemed like he was in a bad mood, and I don’t want to put him through that. I don’t want to put anyone through that.”

“Ugh, you are such a Hufflepuff,” her friend groaned. “I can’t believe you. You’re kind to a fault sometimes, you know.”

“What’s the harm, Gin?” asked Y/N. “He can’t hurt me. He’s not all that bad. He’s just a prat sometimes.”

“Can’t hurt you--oh, dear.” Ginny let out a shaky breath and ran her fingers through her hair, messing up the pinned portions. Y/N resisted the urge to cringe at the sight. “Hasn’t Harry told you? You need to stay away from Malfoy. He’s dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” increduled Y/N. “No way. He’s all bark, no bite. The worst thing he’s going to do is tell me that Hufflepuffs are stupid or something.”

“Y/N.” The intensity of Ginny’s voice made her snap to attention. “You really don’t know, do you? I can’t tell you now. But I’m sure Harry will later. Just...promise me you won’t let him get you alone? Ok? And please don’t do any other favors for him. You’ll understand later.”

They both turned at the sound of a male clearing his throat. Malfoy stood, uncomfortable and broody, carrying two goblets. “Am I interrupting anything?”

“No, not at all!” said Ginny, weirdly cheery. She leaned in, feigning to kiss Y/N’s cheek goodbye, but instead she whispered, “Don’t drink that.” And then she was gone.

“Trouble in paradise with Weaselette?” he asked.  

She took the goblet and faked taking a sip. “Er, no. Why do you ask?”

“You look awfully pale, my dear.” 

“It’s just the draft,” she told him, but in truth she knew that her face was suddenly flaming red again. 

“Hm.” He, on the contrary, took a real, genuine sip out of his goblet. “Want to sit down somewhere? I’m thinking I probably going to want to get out of here soon.”

“To each their own,” responded Y/N. She was slowly becoming warier after Ginny’s speech. There’s no way he would...no...not after what he did for her. “I’m staying around until I get Slughorn to talk to me, personally. I want him to really like me.”

“That old bat? I’m sure he already likes you, if he’s inviting you here and all.”

“I don’t think he likes me, per se. I think he just likes who my family rubs elbows with.”

A rare smile stretched across Malfoy’s face, but it didn’t seem sweet. “Ah, I remember your family now. If I recall correctly, your mother used to come do fittings for my mother?”

“Um, yeah. I believe so.” Y/N attempted to smile back, but something in her felt...off. What didn’t she know about Malfoy? Was he actually capable of hurting her? Did he want to hurt her?

“I think I’ve overstayed my welcome,” Malfoy said after a few beats of silence. “Unless you’d like to join my thrilling pursuits with breaking curfew in restricted areas, I’d better be off.”

“Malfoy…” Y/N started. She had no idea what else to tell him. 

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he said, sending her another one of those sly smiles that made her stomach turn. “Enjoy the rest of your night, alright?”

She made a sorry attempt to smile back. He kept looking down at her, so intently that it made her uncomfortable. He was thinking--about what, she couldn’t determine. But clearly it was something, and the gears were turning.

“May I suggest something?” His eyes glinted in the dim party lighting. Malfoy seemed to take her silence and wide-eyed stare as a yes, leaning in closer so quickly that she didn’t even have a chance to spring away.

“You’re supposed to swallow when you fake drinking something.”

He plucked the goblet out of her hand and took a sip, raising an eyebrow at her as if to say see? 

Even long after he was gone, she could still feel his hot breath on her neck and hear the way his whispered voice sounded in her ear. 

final a/n: hehe here i am 1 minute late!! probably later once i get all my links set up/copy paste all my tags but here it is! this is a TEASER! so remember that! i hope to get the real oneshot out sometime after i get wonders of ohio p 10 out. let me know if this is something you guys want to read/if you like this version of draco. i rlly want to write a flirtier draco because i think we could all use that right now

[asheshq]

IT’S HALLOWEEN!

Dust off your costumes-- it’s time for the Friends of St Mungos’ annual Masquerade Ball! All are invited for a night of fine dining, dancing, and drinking at the Hotel Sylvia, benefitting childrens’ programs at the leading wizarding world hospital.

Some might question the wisdom of holding the gala after the recent attacks on the Daily Prophet building but Linnea Lynn, head of Friends of St Mungo’s, has pledged to make this year’s event even more meaningful by donating a portion of the proceeds to the families of those impacted. She also stated that there will be an increased security presence at the event, courtesy of the Aurors and Hitwix of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

OOC

Our first event will be starting at 3PM PST on 18 January (right as we open) and going on til 12AM on 23 January as an open-ended way for characters to get to know each other. Please make sure to limit posting starters to between those two times. Posts relating to this event can be tagged ashesevent001-- we’d love to see your aesthetics and outfits! When writing your threads, please also keep an eye on the #starters channel in the Discord and make sure everyone’s being included.

[dramioneasks]

mosr exciting (action packed, adventure) fic youve ever read?

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- Lisa

[akabluekat]

Delicate - Rain Outtake

I’m posting this for @anna-phora for her birthday. Anna is an excellent human being and a wonderful OC writer (go read her stuff, it’s adorable) and someone I’m glad to have as my internet friend. Happy birthday, Anna!

I’d mentioned in an ask that there was a deleted scene in Delicate where Fred and Maggie got caught in a rainstorm while trying to pickup the flowers for the wedding. Anna was like “You should post this for science” and I was like “I will post it for your birthday and have it be a surprise!” So, here it is. Some of the dialogue in this ended up getting incorporated into the Wedding and Champagne chapters, but other bits were going to end up on the cutting room floor. I added a bit of an ending for the sake of not having it cut off in the middle of a sentence, which it did originally. Hopefully it doesn’t disappoint.

(If you want to read the fic that this is from, check out Delicate on Fanfiction.net, AO3, Wattpad, or HarryPotterFanfiction.com).

“Maggie!”

I glanced down the hallway and saw Aunt Lynn striding briskly toward me, looking a little harried, but no worse for wear.

“I’ve just realized—hello Fred, don’t you look smart—” She was talking quickly, a sure sign that she was stressed. “I’ve just realized Alicia never got the rings over to Lee, did she?”

“Already delivered,” I said, gesturing to Fred, who produced them from his pocket.

“I’ve even promised to be very responsible with them,” said Fred, giving me a quick wink that did no favors for my racing pulse.

Aunt Lynn’s shoulders sagged in relief and she gave a laugh that felt a little strained. “Brilliant. Well, that’s one thing off the list.” She sighed, shaking her head. “This was supposed to be easier than having a big wedding at home, wasn’t it?”

“That’s the theory,” I said. “I hesitate to ask, but—”

“How are the other disasters getting on?” asked Aunt Lynn with a bit of a smile. She took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger in a way that reminded me very much of my mother. “Well. The good news is that the flowers are ready.” She dropped her hand, her mouth twisting into a rather sour expression. “The bad news is that they put us down for in-store pick up.” She flung her hands up at the ceiling in a plea to some higher power. “Why they would think any sensible human being would want anything but delivery for wedding flowers is utterly beyond me.”

I frowned. “Yeah, that does some odd.”

“Of all the things to go wrong, that might be the silliest.” She sighed again. “And of course, they can’t spare a delivery person until after the ceremony and they’ve advised not Apparating to avoid damaging the flowers, so that’s going to take twenty minutes and Pete still can’t find his wallet and the concierge advised speaking to the local Auror office straightaway—”

I put my arm around her shoulders and leaned into her. “Why don’t I go fetch the flowers so you and Uncle Pete can sort out the problem with the wallet?”

Aunt Lynn let out a long breath and hugged me back. “That would be so incredibly helpful, my love.” She looked at Fred. “Probably you’re going to need two sets of hands—I imagine you’ll have at least two boxes and they can be rather unwieldy.”

“Incidentally, I have a set of hands and no pressing plans,” said Fred. “I also bring a wealth of experience in the area of carrying things from one place to another. In fact, I may be overqualified for this task.”

It was a relief to hear Aunt Lynn laugh. “We’ll talk about other opportunities for advancement once you come back with the flowers,” she said, patting Fred on the shoulder. “Let’s go speak with the concierge and see if he can get you directions.”

*

It turned out that the florist was a little over four blocks away, so Fred and I set out on foot in all our finery, drawing curious gazes and amused looks from passersby. My pulse hummed in my throat, the same way it always did when I was alone with Fred.

“I meant to ask—are you feeling better?” he said as we made our way up the street.

My cheeks burned as the scene from last night played over again in my mind—that moment where everything felt intimate and still, then the boom of that first firework flinging me back to that day in May and dredging up memories that I wished I could forget.

The subsequent sex dream.

I cleared my throat. “Oh, I’m fine,” I said breezily, though it only felt half true at best. “I probably should have anticipated that, honestly. It’s just one of those things…” I trailed off and shrugged, feeling oddly embarrassed and vulnerable, like I’d offered up more than I really wanted to say.

“You know,” he said, a hint of a smile in his voice that made goosebumps creep up the column of my spine, “you’re not nearly as good at lying as you think you are.”

My stomach tied itself into a knot as all the heat rushed to my face. Somehow, he must know about the sex dream. “What makes you think I’m lying?” I said, trying to keep the tone of my voice even.

“I don’t think you feel fine about it,” he said gently. “At a minimum, I suspect you feel embarrassed and you’d probably have apologized for it had I not previously threatened to throw you into the ocean.”

I almost laughed from relief: he didn’t know about my sex dream. Of course he didn’t. There was no way he could. I was being irrational. The pressure in my chest eased just a little.

“You’re awfully sure of yourself,” I said.

“Well, I’m awfully familiar with that feeling.”

It was like someone had struck a tuning fork that made my skeleton ring and tremble inside of me. There was something wonderful and oddly disorienting about these moments with Fred. I had grown so accustomed to managing on my own that there was some part of me believed that I was alone in how I felt and alone in all the ways that I was broken.

“You have a rather uncanny knack for saying exactly the right thing, did you know that?” I said after a moment. I risked a glance at him and gave him an extremely serious look. “It’s extremely irritating, to be honest.”

He grinned and I had to look away to keep my legs from turning to jelly. “How can it be the right thing to say but also be irritating? Bit contradictory, don’t you think?”

“You also have a rather irritating habit of asking me questions that I can’t answer.”

“Just trying to keep you on your toes. I think this is the place.”

He grabbed my elbow and gently steered me toward the doorway of a tiny flower shop that I had almost missed.

I tried very hard not to think of his hand on the bare skin of my arm.

The florist was extremely apologetic about the mix-up and had Fred not tactfully informed him that we had a ceremony to be at, I suspect we still might be there listening to him apologize. All told, there were three rather unwieldly cardboard boxes to contend with. Fred took two and I took one and we set off again before the florist could start another litany of apologies.

The sky had been looking overcast for our entire journey to the florist, but it only really started to look like rain was imminent when we stepped back outside.

“This doesn’t look promising,” said Fred with a frown.

“Yeah, we should probably hurry.”

Fred felt the first raindrop about a half a block away from the florist and made me stop under the first available awning. Our timing was impeccable—the moment we stepped under the awning, the sky opened up and the rain came pouring down in sheets.

“Well, shit,” I said.

He grinned at me and leaned in so I could hear him over the roar of the rain. “How’s your Impervius Charm?”

I shrugged. “I mean, it’s not the strongest spell in my repertoire, but it’ll do.”

“Not to brag, but I’m quite good at it. If you can hold the boxes for a moment, I’ll get us sorted.”

“Sure.”

He carefully shifted his two boxes into my arms and took out his wand. It took a few minutes to cast the spell on me, on each individual box, and finally on himself. We stuck our hands out from under the awning to test the spell, raindrops pinging off our hands.

“We might want to wait a moment,” he said, taking the boxes back from me. “Even with the charm, it’s coming down hard enough that I think it’ll be hard to see.”

Almost as if he had summoned it, the downpour increased dramatically, thunder rumbling in the distance.

“Now look what you’ve done,” I scolded. His laughter mingled with the sound of the driving rain sent another shiver up my spine and even though nothing would come of this little interlude, it was all rather desperately romantic.

We were both quiet for a moment as we waited for the rain to let up. I fidgeted, trying to not let my nerves get the better of me.

“I always liked the idea of rain on my wedding day,” he said after a moment.

I raised an eyebrow. “Bit unconventional of you.”

He grinned. “I dunno. It rained on my parents’ wedding day. There’s a photo of them dancing in the rain together and I’ve always liked it.”

“Why’s that?”

“Mum’s not exactly…” He chuckled and shook his head. “She’s not exactly the carefree, whimsical sort, my mum. Lovely woman, absolutely no appetite for nonsense.” His expression softened a bit. “But in that photo, her veil’s floating in a puddle and she’s laughing while Dad’s spinning her around and they both look like they wouldn’t want it any other way.” He paused, giving me a rather careful, intent sort of look that very nearly made my heart stop.

“That sounds lovely,” I said.

“Yeah.” He was holding my gaze and there was a flicker of something in his eyes, a resolve that I didn’t quite know how to read. He took the boxes from my hands and set them down carefully on the ground.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“What I should have done days ago.”

And before I could say another word, he pulled me to him and kissed me while the rain poured down all around us.

[comicsxaminer]

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[arrthurpendragon]

For: @carlylynnmikaelsonscamander

[the-sinking-ship]

Sweet Indulgence

Author: The_Sinking_Ship (AO3) (Tumblr)

Pairing: Draco/Harry

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 10k

Tags: Head Auror Harry, Ministry worker Draco, holiday office party, too much champagne, smut, Draco is crushin’, dirty talk, sex on a desk, humor, banter

Just a lil something for @fictional​, who blessed us all with this saucy little biscuit-licker - but also because Lynn gasses me up when no one is looking, compliments me until I cry, and lets me ramble on about my smutty head-cannons.

A million thanks to @bonesliketambourines ​ for the beta! I appreciate you stepping in when words stop looking like words and you can’t stare at your own smut for one more second.

Summary:

It doesn't matter that Marcy from Accounting is dancing on the tables, Shacklebolt is wearing antlers, and Elliot from Transportation is on his third round of Mariah Carey on karaoke because all the free champagne in the world won't salvage the Ministry Christmas party for Draco if Potter doesn't show up soon.

Excerpt:

The business of torturing Potter usually meant faffing about the Ministry in tight trousers, insulting Potter in front of important people, and bending over to tie his shoes in a very suggestive manner when Draco knew Potter was watching. There was even a clever bit of tongue work on an ice lolly last summer that had Potter tripping into one of the chairs in the canteen — because Potter noticed, of course he did. And Potter would grin, or shake his head and chuckle, low and gruff. But he never seemed to want to do anything about it. Probably because Potter was never alone. And never single.

READ ON AO3

[lamstan]

Lynn: i failed the Auror safety course today

Lisa; why? what happened?

Lynn: well one of the questions was “in case of a fire what steps do you take?”

Lori: and?

Lynn: well apparently “FUCKING LARGE ONES” isn’t an acceptable answer.