#hbp

[beatsofpleasures-blog]

#cardiophile #cardiophilia #female heartbeat #heartbeat #fast heartbeat #femaleheart #girl heartbeat #heart #visible heartbeat #hbp #ecg

[pctterswprld]

love, love, love

pairing: harry potter x muggleborn!fem!reader

request: hello! could you do a harry j potter x fem!reader oneshot (takes place in hbp) where they are dating for a few months so reader is still slightly uncomfortable around harry and Harry’s like all touchy touchy cuddles kisses yk (in my mind he’s very clingy but not annoying) but reader isn’t used to physical contact so one day when harry wants to cuddle with her she stiffens or flinches and harry is like super worried cause he doesn’t know why she reacted like that (if you want to add a bit of drama you can make that the reader has some type of trauma like abuse or sa but only if you’re comfortable) and she explains it to him and you can make the rest up just keep it extremely fluffy<3 sorry if you don’t understand something but English isn’t my first language so idk if I made any mistakes. thank you!! ~ anon.

word count: 1,416 words

warnings: ANGSTY FLUFF, implied sa/r*pe, mentions of drugs, implied verbal/physical abuse, i don't think there's any swear words?

author's note: please tell me if i've missed any warnings. i'm SO sorry that i've replied so late!! also, i don't describe the assault graphically. it's a brief explanation. but, this is a trigger warning anyway x

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EVER SINCE YOU started dating the famous Harry Potter, you didn’t think your beloved boyfriend would be so… Touchy. You did adore his random cuddles and little forehead kisses, but it was all so strange to you—was this regular in a normal relationship?

Your last boyfriend would get mad over the tiniest little thing, and you had learned how to deal with his anger issues, but in the end, you’d be the one serving the punishment. After finally leaving that relationship, it took time to build up your confidence again. Your friends had pushed you to see who was out and about in Hogsmeade (you hadn’t told them about your ex, and you weren’t going to), and when you finally agreed, that was the day you bumped into Harry.

A few months later, the relationship was thriving. You knew Harry was content since seeing a smile on his face was rare, and nowadays, he always had a grin crossing his lips. You felt over the moon, knowing you were the source of his happiness. However, as stated before, you had started feeling uncomfortable around your boyfriend.

Perhaps I’m the problem?

You didn’t know what in Merlin’s beard was going on with you. You should feel safe with Harry. Yet, instead, all you could think about was your ex and how he treated you. The situation was bizarre—you hadn’t seen him for months. So why were your thoughts always distorted with him?

“Hello, sweetheart.” A voice snapped you out of your thoughts as you looked to the entrance of Harry’s dorm, seeing him with History books (which probably belonged to Hermione). You noticed the Advanced Potion Making textbook, with annotations from the Half-Blood Prince, on top of the book pile, and you couldn’t help but mock your boyfriend.

“I’m starting to think you love that book more than me,” you teased, seeing Harry slowly approach you with a smirk.

“I could never, my love,” he retorted, sitting on the bed beside you and taking your wrist. He was going to kiss the knuckles of your hands, but before he could do that, you immediately ripped it out of his grip, shocking Harry and yourself.

When Harry took your hand, it was so abrupt. Any sane person would be flattered at your boyfriend’s notion, yet you had to feel exposed under his touch—not in a good way. Harry had always been so careful with you—like you were some fragile shard of glass. So when you reacted like this, it didn’t only confuse Harry. It also scared him.

Harry James Potter was many things. But he was not stupid. When the Sorting Hat suggested Harry join Slytherin during his first year, the boy refused profusely. Many years later, he did not regret his choice, though it did make him realise what he could be capable of if he adhered to the Hat’s decision. To think he could’ve turned out like Tom Riddle himself was an electrifying thought, and Harry couldn’t decide if he’d like the outcome.

So, seeing his beloved girlfriend grow fearful because of his fingertips made him question everything. It made him doubt if he would hurt you—it wasn’t as if Harry’s mind and You-Know-Who’s were disconnected yet.

“[Y/N]?” Harry began, his voice quiet as he stood from his bed, “I–I’m sorry, I didn’t realise—”

“No! No, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Quickly, you corrected him, causing Harry’s body to relax a little. But, as soon as he stepped forward, you moved away from him on the bed.

“[Y/N]...” He repeated, noticing how your right hand pulled the fingers of your left hand. Your lips parted, trying to get the words out of your mouth.

Yet all you could do was stay silent. It was one of the things you were extremely good at.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Harry muttered, rooted to his position, “I just want you to know I’m not going anywhere if you want to talk.”

“I do want to talk,” you replied, looking up with hopeless eyes. “I’ve always wanted to talk to you about whatever is wrong with me—”

“Nothing is wrong with you,” he interrupted, slowly kneeling before the bed, gazing at you with his green eyes. “If you’re uncomfortable with me being physical, I’ll stop—”

“Please don’t,” you whispered, biting your bottom lip as you looked down, your eyes brimming with tears. “I don’t want you to stop. Ever.” You felt the weight of Harry sitting on the bed as you met his eyes, wanting to apologise profusely for how you were acting. Yet, he wouldn’t allow it, him being the perfect boyfriend he was.

“Then I won’t,” he replied quietly, his lips curling. You knew you had to tell him at that point. You didn’t deserve his patience—he needed to know.

“I, um, I’m going to start talking about it, so if I break down or something, I apologise in advance,” you joked, looking down at your fingers. You didn’t want to see Harry’s eyes during the story.

“During the summer before fifth year, I hung out with a lot of Muggles on my street,” you began, “And it involved a bit of weed and other things. You already know that because I snuck some into the common room.” You smiled slightly at the memory, remembering Harry’s reaction to the weed when he smoked it. “But I didn’t tell you, Ron, and Hermione, that I sort of got into a relationship.” When you glanced at him briefly, you noticed his posture stiffen at the mention of another relationship. Thankfully, he didn’t say anything. “I used the Muggle phonebox outside of Hogsmeade to call him on weekends… That’s where I snuck off. And it was going great.”

Silence. The room was painfully silent.

“What did he do, [Y/N]?” Harry asked, his voice strangely calm.

“He was a drug dealer—I already knew that,” you scoffed, clearing your throat. “I was always against that sort of thing. At that point, he was already treating me unfairly in various ways. And, um, in August, we got into an argument…”

More silence.

“He had enough of me. H-he held me down and practically shut me up. That’s the only way I want to describe it,” you shuddered, turning away as you blinked back tears. “I told him to stop and—” A little sob escaped you as you covered your mouth, closing your eyes as tears streamed down your face. Silently, you cried as Harry listened.

Harry looked at your side profile, stricken as sadness filled his eyes. He didn’t know what to say at first. All Harry wanted to do was to hold you and never let you go. He needed to reassure you and affirm that he would never in a million years do such a thing. But how could you believe him after you had experienced that?

Deep down, you knew Harry wouldn’t do that to you—ever. Despite how badly his uncle and aunt treated him during Harry’s childhood, it made him more potent and loving. It shaped him into the man he was today. That was the quality you loved most about him.

He knew your boundaries. He knew you weren’t touchy from the beginning and respected that. You would allow Harry to cuddle you, to kiss your knuckles, and to hold your hands. You allowed little makeout sessions (Merlin knows how much you needed him).

Harry respected everything. He respected you. He loved you.

Harry moved closer to you on the bed, his fingers reaching to touch you, but he stopped immediately. He parted his lips, thinking of the right words to say.

“[Y/N],” he began, his voice slightly breaking. His throat became raw with emotion as he blinked rapidly, letting out a breath. “Can I hold you?”

You didn’t answer for a moment. You wiped away your tears, looking up. You saw the guilt in Harry’s eyes—you saw everything. He was begging you silently to let him be there for him.

So you nodded.

And instantly, you melted into his arms, your head against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. More tears fell as you hid your face, but you felt warmer inside with Harry’s touch. He made you feel safe and protected, even without saying anything. He loved you so much.

You didn’t say it as much, but you loved him too.

“I love you,” you whispered, “I really do.”

“I love you too,” he replied, kissing your head softly as you closed your eyes. “Always.”

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#〔 ❦ 〕 ─── 𝐏𝐂𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐖𝐏𝐑𝐋𝐃 #〔 ও 〕 ─── 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 #harry james potter #harry potter #hp fanfic #hp fandom #harry potter x you #harry potter imagine #harry potter fluff #harry potter x reader #harry potter angst #hbp

[dinxieyinxie]

Fake screenshot from the Half-Blood Prince!

IM CRAZY IM INSANEEEE anw me thinks current yonal is hot idk what else to tell ya like if i was inbetween him and snape i would Evaporate

#severus snape #yonal linx #dinxdraws #hbp #im inlove with how i drew snape i smooch him #I HATE SLUGHORN'S CLOTHES WHY DOES THIS OLD MAN HAVE SO MUCH PATTERNS AAUUGHHH #pro snape #lookit them heehee yonal smol

[blinkngone]

(hinny angst)

“Stay,” she says, when he makes to move. She clutches his spent body to hers. The aftermath is a dreamlike state: she feels strangely light, like if she wanted, she could float away, and yet, the feeling of Harry on her, moors her to this world.

His face in her neck, her arms around him. The lights from the London traffic pressing on the ceiling of his bedroom. She traces the ridges of his spine delicately, the way you’d trace the topography of a long-forgotten, precious land.

“Okay,” he says now. “I’ll stay.”

“Okay,” she tells him. “Alright.” She can feel herself being lulled to sleep by the pattern of his exhalations.

She wants to fight the sleep. Scared, so scared he might leave again. Scared of the emptiness he will leave, if he goes. She doesn't think she can bear it, to have him go again. Like a kid, she needs assurance. She is suddenly needy.

“Will you really stay?” she asks him. Identical rivulets run down from the corner of her eyes. All her life, she has loved him. All her life, she will love him.

Harry can sense this dread inside her, perhaps. Can tell her pulse has accelerated.

“Gin,” he says. All this time, she’s been looking at the ceiling. “Gin.”

She looks at him.

“I’m staying, okay? I’m staying.”

“You won’t leave then? Again?”

Pain creases his face, and she wants to rub it off with her palms. Wants to wipe it and paint this beautiful, beautiful face with golden happiness.

“No. I’m here to stay.” He kisses her forehead. “Where else have I to go?” he asks her. He could be crying, too.

“What if I leave?” she breathes onto his lips. Because it is true, she is scared of herself, too.

“I’ll follow you. I’ll go wherever you go.”

#harrypotter #hinny #harryxginny #hinny headcanon #hbp #hp #fic #dh #ficlet

[limelightofpolaris]

If Tom riddle went to McGonagall instead of slughorn

Tom: you see professor I was in the restricted section-

McGonagall: and why were you in the restricted section ,riddle?

Tom: I was doing a research.

McGonagall: and the whole library wasn't enough for you?

Tom:....

McGonagall: who signed you a form to enter it?

Tom: professor slughorn...

McGonagall: show it to me

Tom: wellll I will go and get it

McGonagall: detention.

#harry potter #voldemort #tom riddle #minerva mcgonagall #mama mcgonagall #professor mcgonagall #harry potter headcanon #harry potter hc #harry potter incorrect quotes #tom marvolo riddle #hp hcs #hbp

[corneliaavenue-ao3]

Smile

A HBP missing moment for @hinnymicrofic Day 1! 423 words

"Ginny, I am so sorry!" Peakes shouted at her hunched over body on the ground. He landed down next to her, reaching a hand out to comfort her.

Ginny smacked it out of the way.

His stupid, rogue bludger bashed into her face, putting her into this position. Judging by the pain in her face and the blood, well, everywhere, she probably had a broken nose.

Maybe it wasn't a rogue bludger, maybe she was a little distracted.

Speaking of, her distraction came running over to her, elbowing Peakes out of the way.

"Gin, you good?" Harry asked.

Ginny grinned up at him, "Never better."

Harry quirked an eyebrow and turned to face the rest of the team behind them. "Practice is over, you are all dismissed while I help Ginny find her missing tooth."

Missing tooth?

Ginny ran her tongue across the top of her mouth.

Oh yup, there's definitely a new hole there. That explains the blood in her mouth.

She sat up as the rest of her teammates shuffled back to the changing rooms. She gave a two finger salute and mouthed "Fuck you" to Peakes when he turned his back to her.

Harry crouched down in front of her, blocking the setting sun, a halo of light encircled him. It was truly unfair how attractive he looked after practice.

"Are you actually okay, Ginny?" Harry asked, green eyes filled with concern. His hand reaching out to give her ankle a squeeze.

"It's so sweet you're worried, but this is nothing compared to the injuries I sustained when I jumped out of Fred and George's bedroom window when I was 9."

Harry shook his head at her, "And why would you do that?"

Ginny shrugged. "Fred bet that I wouldn't," she said, smiling at him.

"You look kinda silly when you smile with the missing tooth," Harry said, pointing to his front tooth.

"No, I look terrifying and attractive," Ginny countered.

"Yes, and kinda silly."

Ginny stuck her tongue out at him. His thumb traced circles on her ankle. The sun continued to give Harry a soft glow. His eyes roamed all across her face, focusing on her busted up mouth. Her brain tried to not focus on the fact that he didn't deny she looked attractive.

The moment was ruined when Ginny coughed blood up all over the front of her practice jersey.

Very attractive.

"Come on, Toothless," Harry stood, extending a hand to Ginny to help her up. "Let's go visit Madame Pomfrey. I know she misses us."

#does she smile or does she mouth fuck you forever #hinny #ginny weasley #harry potter #hp #hbp #hbp missing moment #am i going to try to find a taylor lyric to work in every one of these fics I write? yes yes I am? its my brand #harry x ginny

[whinlatter]

hope (harry/ginny) | a microfic

for @hinnymicrofic day 14 | prompt: hope (slightly nsfw!)

They lug their trunks across the Burrow’s yard in sweaty, stony silence. ‘Beautiful evening,’ her mother remarks, as her children clamber back over the threshold of the rickety old house. ‘I do hope we get more of this lovely sunshine.’ 

Stupid thing to say, she thinks, stupid thing to hope for. There's a wishbone out drying on the kitchen window sill. Wonders if her mother plans to waste it wishing for more good weather in the middle of a war.

Dinner is shepherd’s pie - her old favourite, a Molly classic, and yet it tastes like dust, like ash, like nothing. ‘I know you’ve had a tricky time, dear,’ her mother says gently. She stiffens, glares at Ron, traitor, but then - ‘what with your exams being cancelled - and right when you’d done all that work -’ so she's safe, then, goes back to moving mash potato around her plate. ‘Made of real shepherds,’ her dad says, weak smile, trying his best. She gulps down her mouthful and excuses herself, slams the bedroom door shut, finds she's shaking.

Lying on her back on her bed, staring at the sunset’s stains on the ceiling, the only sound the late summer birdsong out of the open window. Quiet, too quiet, for a house this full. Downstairs, the kitchen’s all whispers. Every now and then she hears an unfamiliar footstep creak on the landing, strangers on the staircase. Headquarters, now. The war’s come home, and it’s using their loo.

She’d got her hopes up, that's the thing. First mistake, stupid. He’d been telling the story of Ron’s camp-bed collapsing in on him that time, lying back on his elbows under their tree with his hair ragged, handsome. She’d laughed, see, and said well, maybe this summer we’ll spare you the indignity of the campbed and being dense, he’d said well Fred and George’s room was nice if you don’t mind the smell of soot. She’d rolled her eyes, said Potter can you really not notice when a girl’s trying to get you into her bed. He’d gone red, then, stammered a bit, but it was all over his face: the wonder, the want. Your mum will go ballistic, he’d muttered, but he’d said will not would, and his hand had toyed with her hip, fingertips trailed her thigh. He’d wanted it too. He’d thought they’d have it, thought they'd get the summer, at least. 

We could’ve had ages, he’d said. Months, years, maybe. Stupid, stupidest thing, hope. No use for it.

It’d have been cramped. He’d have had to sneak down from Ron’s room, under the cloak. She’d have shown him her Harpies poster, now this is what a proper team looks like, Potter, worn her nice pyjamas, the ones with the shorts, asked him to take them off. Cleared a space for his glasses on the bedside table. He'd have slept on the right, nearest the door, ever on guard, and stroked her cheek with his knuckles, looked at her that way, like she’s precious. It would have been like that time they’d fallen asleep under their tree, heads together - the time she’d slipped up, let herself imagine it: two bodies in a bed in a house with a garden, laughter, little people running around who’d look a bit like them both. 

Stupid, stupid thing. Grips the bedspread in both fists, banishes it: all of it, all the hope. File away that future, bury it. Kill your darlings, push them out to sea.

Knock at the door. Ron, with two cups of tea and a half-empty box of Caramel Kappas. ‘Thought you might want some company,’ he mutters, sheepish, sitting on the bed. She sighs, no fight in her, and so brother and sister sit, sipping, in birdsonged silence. 

‘How are you doing?’ he asks. She means to snap - how do you think I’m doing - but takes one look at him and finds she’s fresh out of spite. ‘You’re going away with him, aren’t you?’ she says, instead. Ron nods, and it’s awful, all ache, terrible, gaping grief, all this filling in the blanks of everything that she’s losing. 

‘I just hoped,’ she says, eventually, eyes on her knees, ‘we’d have more time. I know - I know it was stupid.’

That’s all of it, really, isn’t it: her great failing, uttered aloud. Crumples, then, beside her big brother, and cries, heaping earth on all the hope as they lower it into the grave. Stupid thing, useless thing.

She thinks about the wishbone downstairs on the window sill. Thinks how stupid, how stupid it is, for something to die, and someone to make wishes out of its bones.

A/N: did not intend to write this, blame @brightlybound for this one - turns out gentle demands for a ginny's pov companion piece to yesterday’s fic will absolutely work on me, also Twenty-Two Days remains the h/g dual pov love story of all time for me so wanted to do a tribute. enjoy/sorry! back to regular writing now i swear!

now up on AO3 here | ask me anything

#really am stopping now #i'm so sorry gin #alexa play lorde - stoned at the nail salon #nobody is enjoying their shepherd’s pie #hinny #hinny microfic #ginny weasley #harry x ginny #harry potter #writing #missing moment #HBP #DH #microfic

[oxfordelise]

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Pain

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Draco gets summoned.

Song of the Chapter: Game of Survival by Ruelle

#dramione #oxfordelise #draco malfoy #harry potter #hermione granger #fanfiction #betterthanrevenge #dramione fanfiction #hbp #draco x hermione #hermione x draco #severus snape #snape #summons #voldemort #lord voldemort #dark lord #bellatrix lestrange #Death Eaters #Cruciatus Curse #tw torture #Long Chapter #Chapter update #ao3 writer #my fics #ao3 fanfic #lucius malfoy #Fuck Lucius #narcissa malfoy #daddy issues

[acewitch-writes]

I love how Harry sees Remus "lose control" in HPB (AKA collapse into a chair in grief), and he literally has to turn away because the sight felt "indecent."

I also love that Harry is thinking about how he "had never seen Lupin lose control before" but, like, Harry, babe, I think you might be forgetting about the time he TRANSFORMED INTO A BLOODTHIRSTY BEAST RIGHT BEFORE YOUR EYES??

#hbp #remus lupin #harry potter

[beatsofpleasures-blog]

Excited beats ❤️‍🔥

#cardiophile #cardiophilia #female heartbeat #heartbeat #femaleheart #girl heartbeat #heart #fast heartbeat #hbp #visible heartbeat

[hyejoosheartbeat]

a few deep breaths in and out, then one short breathhold! i'd like to push my heart farther next time~

#female heartbeat #cardiophile #heartbeat #heartbeat kink #breathhold #cardiophilia #stethoscope #heart exam #medical examination #medical exam #heart #medfet #girl heartbeat #hbp

[gurinpotte]

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Chapter 5 | An Excess of Phlegm

"Harry read the parchment through several times, his breathing becoming easier with each reading. It was all right: He had always known that he would fail Divination, and he had had no chance of passing History of Magic, given that he had collapsed halfway through the examination, but he had passed everything else! He ran his finger down the grades... he had passed well in Transfiguration and Herbology, he had even exceeded expectations at Potions! And best of all, he had achieved "Outstanding" at Defense Against the Dark Arts!

He looked around. Hermione had her back to him and her head bent, but Ron was looking delighted.

"Only failed Divination and History of Magic, and who cares about them?" he said happily to Harry. "Here... swap..."

Harry glanced down Ron's grades: There were no "Outstandings" there...

"Knew you'd be top at Defense Against the Dark Arts," said Ron, punching Harry on the shoulder. "We've done all right, haven't we?"

"Well done!" said Mrs. Weasley proudly, ruffling Ron's hair. "Seven OWLs, that's more than Fred and George got together!"

"Hermione?" said Ginny tentatively, for Hermione still hadn't turned around. "How did you do?"

"I--not bad," said Hermione in a small voice.

"Oh, come off it," said Ron, striding over to her and whipping her results out of her hand. "Yep... ten 'Outstandings' and one 'Exceeds Expectations' at Defense Against the Dark Arts." He looked down at her, half-amused, half-exasperated. "You're actually disappointed, aren't you?"

Hermione shook her head, but Harry laughed.

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Here we have a great big exemple of evil, toxic, jealous Ron Weasley not only being proud of his own achievements even though he had no outstandings, being HAPPY AND PROUD FOR HARRY, saying he knew his best mate would have done well, and just KNOWING Hermione would have done brilliantly, while still actually getting how she felt, because he knows her so well.

The way some people talk about Ron, you'd think they must have had their head stuck up somewhere while reading this. Wasn't he the worst character ever, who would be so jealous and moody his best friends did better than him? Well, no, as you can see. That's cannon Ron, supportive of his friends. The bad friend Ron is just a reading some people made up because they can't stand a poor character daring to have complexity. Oh, and I highlighted Molly praising Ron was well. Because although scarce, it is there. I think Molly really doesn't deserve the hate she's been getting lately.

Just a love letter to Ron. And Molly.

#ron weasley #harry potter #harry potter and the half-blood prince #hbp #ron weasley defense squad #molly weasley #should i tag the anti ron tag #it might sound off but i think defending ron now is a good move to pursue a better representation of ron in the event of a remake

[toorumlk]

if ginny hadn’t told ron about hermione and krum (boo tomato tomato) kissing during that argument….. hermione could’ve been ron’s first kiss

#romione #harry potter and the halfblood prince #gonna kms we were so close to romione high school sweethearts but the slow burn was slowly burning #the drama ugh these teenagers #hp #hbp #toorumlk

[blinkngone]

tides and hurricanes.

At eighteen, she dreams of Harry, only him. The calluses of his palms on the underside of her breasts, his warm mouth on the inside of her wrists, his smile on her cheek.

She dreams of Harry, and when she wakes up, he’s there beside her, lean and beautiful. Mussed hair and magic. He’s beside her every morning, and Ginny doesn’t know where her dreams end, where her reality begins.

Between the two of them, there is Chinese food in plastic containers, and summer barbecues at the Burrow; walking around Muggle London holding hands, kissing at midnight on New Year’s Eve, failed attempts to cook pasta. There is: licking ice-cream off each other, raising goosebumps along the curve of the spine with fingertips, shagging at the kitchen countertop. There are a million i love yous.

And then when she’s eighteen, between them is also Italy. The two of them in love, roaming about in hot, cobbled streets. Eating at tables on the sides of pavements, with men and women who’ve loved for hundreds of years. Who love one another still.

Italy is endless sunshine.

Ginny in string bikinis, freckles blooming on her nose and collarbones. Her long, elegant fingers around cocktail glasses. Harry, tanned and besotted. Slavishly in love with her.

There is touching her hip bones with his broad palms under the water that is blue and green, and all shades in between. There is standing in front of her to block the sun, kissing her with the sun warming his back.

Between them, there are visits to cavernous churches, the smell of incense, the prayers of Italian children who want more toys. One time, he holds her in front of the statue of Our Lady, the light from the stained glass falling on them, standing there and saying nothing. Perhaps silently saying: let us always stay like this, together.

At night, there is star-gazing. Mad dancing at piazzas. Feeding each other lobster meat across the wooden table, playing footsie underneath it like stupid kids.

Afterwards, there is tasting the ocean on each other’s skin. Moving in a practiced rhythm, connected like the waves of the ocean. Sometimes, they create tides that ebb and flow gently. Sometimes, they create hurricanes.

#harrypotter #harryxginny #hinny #hp #hinny headcanon #jkr #fic #hbp #ficlet #dh #harry and ginny #comeback fic idk what this is

[limelightofpolaris]

Draco made a little funeral w/ only himself for the little bird that died in the vanishing cabinet.

#draco malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #harry potter #harry potter headcanon #hp hcs #harry potter hc #headcanon #draco headcanons #hbp #harry potter incorrect quotes #golden trio #harry x draco #drarry #drarry headcanon

[st-severus]

that there is a vampire named Sanguini in half-blood prince is entirely underrated

#harry potter #hp #hbp #lol