#imagine draco's face when he comes home with HARRY POTTER'S FUCKING SON like “dad this is my boyfriend :)”

[morewittepain]

my favorite headcanon is that scorpius wears glasses, which is all fine and good, until he's about 5 years old and draco takes him to pick out his first pair and watches in shock as this kid goes right for the first pair of circle frames he sees

#“NO ANYTHING BUT THOSE PLEASE MERLIN PICK ANOTHER PAIR” #scorbus is already reverse drarry and would be so much funnier with the visual of scorpius in *the* glasses #imagine draco's face when he comes home with HARRY POTTER'S FUCKING SON like “dad this is my boyfriend :)” #scorbus #scorpius malfoy #draco malfoy #albus potter #harry potter #astoria greengrass #harry potter next generation

[forthehpfanboys]

Dance With Me

Pair: Draco Malfoy x Reader; he/him.

Summary: Draco really wishes he asked you to the Yule Ball. He wishes his father wasn't such a prude. He wishes you were on his arm, not Potters.

Warnings: Swears, like usual, small homophobia??

Notes: Requested! Bisexual! Harry is the only Harry in this blog. Also, Harry is supportive and I shamelessly put some Blaise/Ron in this but it’s like the smallest mention possible. Anyway, enjoy!

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Draco watched on with a glum expression and prayed to whatever wizard gods are up there that it wasn’t noticeable. He glanced down at his polished shoes before shifting weight across between his feet. He cleared his throat, and rolled his shoulders back, trying to shake off the jealousy he felt deep down. This was the very last place on the entire planet he wanted to be standing in. He did not want to have to stand here next to Pansy Parkinson, listening to her go on and on while his rival danced and laughed with his long term secret crush.

He really should’ve asked you. The thought kept spiraling in his head, causing him to white knuckle the glass in his hand. He really should’ve ignored his father and just asked you. His icy eyes watched Potter dunk you playfully- since when did that git learn to actually fucking dance? His eyebrows furrowed when he saw your laughing expression and Harry’s sly smirk into a similar grin. The blonde really wanted to gag at the sight.

“So then (L/n) tried to do this stupid spell and it only blew up in his face, literally. Stupid mudblood really shouldn’t have been excepted into this school.” Pansy went on, giggling at the story. “He really is pathetic, isn’t he, Draco?.. Draco?”

“Don’t call him that.” Draco grumbled. He wasn’t fond of his ‘date’ talking smack about the male he’d rather be spending time with. 

“Oh, please. Don’t tell me you actually think he’s got talent or like.. Potential.” She was giggling again and the sound was almost more annoying than watching the pair dance and laugh.

“I don’t- Just- Oh for fucks sake, go get a drink or something.” Draco rolled his eyes, fixing his suit collar. He didn’t even watch his date strut away in her dark green cocktail dress. Instead, he turned from the sight and slammed his glass down on the table behind him. He resisted his urge to run his fingers through his perfectly combed hair.

“It isn’t too late, ya know.”

Draco didn’t have to look to know it was Zabini. The blonde sat down in his chair before grumbling back a response.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Draco really just didn’t want to be here. Every time he closed his eyes he saw you, clad in a suit that he desperately wanted to tear off you, dancing with The-Chosen-One. Merlin, he felt his heart ache.

“Draco.” A hand came to rest against his shoulder. “We know you took Parkinson just because your dad is a little traditional.” 

“A little?” Draco couldn’t stop himself from laughing. “My father is far from only a little traditional, Zabini, we both know this.”

“While it’s true, I think you should talk to him. The dance doesn’t end for a good few hours, mate. I’m sure he’d be down for at least one dance with you.” A silence fell over the friends for a few seconds before the blonde spoke up again.

“You don’t hate me? For liking a muggle born?” Draco clarified with clearing his throat.

“Draco.. For a Slytherin who gets O’s on almost all his exams, you sure can be dull sometimes. I’m your friend, like I have room to judge you.” 

“Oh, right, Weasley-”

“Anyway, have fun whooing him. Invite me to the wedding.” 

Draco watched his friend retreat into the crowd, choosing to ignore the blush burning into his cheeks before turning his attention back to the pair dancing. He watched you shed the top coat of your suit, sliding it onto a chair and rolling up your sleeves. The heat must be getting to you.

Draco knocked back the rest of his drink. Merlin, it was hot in here, or maybe it was just you. The blonde subconsciously licked his lips as he watched you go back to the dance floor. He just when a drink slid across the table and Pansy sat down next to him, effectively blocking his view of you.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, sipping her own drink.

“Nothing.”

“Do you wanna dance, then?”

“Not particularly.” Draco didn’t bother hiding the venom from his words. He wanted you on his arm, you asking him to dance, not her. It was always you. You should be tired with how often you run through his head.

“Fine, I’m going to find Blaise.” the Slytherin female stood up, watching Draco’s face for hints of any emotion.

“He went off with his date, good luck.” He shrugged, simply turning back to his drink. With a groan, Pansy left once again, taking her drink with him. His blue eyes went back to you for the umpteenth time that night, desperation hidden behind the irises. 

The blonde could imagine the look on his father's face if he ever brought you around. He could practically hear the disapproval and the pure disgust in his voice, stating he no longer had a son when it shouldn’t matter.

His happiness should be what matters the most. He wasn’t happy with Pansy, he was happy with you. He didn’t want a pureblood witch ready to follow him like a lost puppy. He wanted the muggle-born wizard who was now slow dancing with Potter. His eyes followed Potter’s hands that seemed to be heading south far faster than they should be for a slow dance. That was what snapped the final straw. 

He set his glass down, adjusting his suit once more before making long strides over to you. Harry noticed him first, his face scrunching up in confusion, causing you to turn around and look at the blonde. The way you innocently titled your head should be considered a criminal offense.

“Malfoy.” Harry spoke up.

“Potter.” Draco spat out as his icy eyes trailed up and down his rival.

“(L/n)!” You shouted, throwing your hands in the air, trying to disperse the awkward tension. You knew Harry was holding back a giggle. “Are we good? Did I defuse the tension good enough?”

“Like a professional defusing a bomb!” Harry chuckled out, his hand going around your waist.

“Say, Potter.” Draco spoke up quickly, his eyes glued to the hand on your hip before moving swiftly to meet your eyes. “May I steal your dance partner?” Draco held his hand out to you, his other going behind his back as he bowed, like the gentlemen he was.

“If that’s what he wants.” Harry tried to hide his grin. He’d known how you felt about the blonde for a while so he was so down for this interaction to take place. After all, he only danced with you to get Draco’s attention. Once Zambini became a low key friend, he’s gotten to know the Silver Trio a lot better from a distance and about Draco’s little crush on you. The whole plan was just made Draco jealous; fair and simple.

“Hmm, I’m not sure.” You teased, biting your bottom lip as your eyes trailed along his monochromatic suit. He looked good. In fact, he looked down right sexy- Holy shit- He should wear white more often. 

“Dance with me, (Y/n). Wouldn’t want to ruin my reputation would you?” Draco smirked, clearly joking as he pushed his hand closer to you.

“Oh, so polite and totally not self centered!” You placed your hand in his, doing a pathetic curtsy in your dress pants. You tried to ignore the primal urge to just hold the man's hand, maybe gaze under some stars with him. “Mom always did say it would be rude to say no to anyone who wishes to dance.”

Draco smiled and whisked you away. He led you into a spin before pulling you back into his chest, quickly taking the lead like his mother taught him too. One hand was resting gently against your waist while the other gripped your hand. 

“So.. Um.. What’s up?” You asked as the two of you began to sway to the music. Your cheeks were starting to hurt from the grin.

“Not very good with small talk are you?” Draco snickered out. He hated to admit it, but he really should’ve fucking asked you to dance sooner. Your body fit perfectly against his and he couldn't stop staring at your sparkling eyes.

“Well, you are quite intimidating.” You giggled out when he spun you around again. You couldn’t stop the blush from spreading across your face when he pulled you against him, but his chest was pressed against your back.

“You don’t have to be scared of me, love. I don’t bite.” His sultry voice whispered right by your ear, causing you to shiver.

“I never said I was scared of you, Draco.” You craned your head to glance at him over your shoulder. I actually like to think you're not as tough or bad as you play out to be.” 

“Wha-” Draco blinked a few times before spinning you back around and tugging you roughly against him. “What do you know about me?” He couldn’t help how his grin morphed into a sneer or how his hands tightened their grip on your waist.

“Draco, come on. Everyone knows you got shit going on at home.” Your hands were running through his hair, ruining Pansy’s hard work, not that he cared. He loved feeling your hands run through his hair so much he didn’t notice himself sighing. “See? You’re just a misunderstood softy stuck between a rock and a hard place.” You giggled out. It was cut short when Draco was suddenly pushing you back, forcing you to walk backwards by the grip on your waist. He didn’t stop maneuvering you backwards until your back bumped into a wall, leaving you stuck between the male and a hard place. You stared into his icy eyes, your hands pressed against the wall to steady yourself.

“I’m not a softie. I’m not a teddy bear! I’m a bloody Malfoy! I make my own bloody choices and I do what I want!” Draco pressed his chest against yours as he spoke. It was clear he was trying to intimidate you. His mood shifted a bit when your arms moved to wrap themselves around his neck.

“So kiss me.”

“What?!” His eyes got wide, his pale cheeks tinted a soft pink. He opened his mouth to speak again, but you were already going.

“It isn’t exactly a secret you fancy me, Draco. You’ve been staring at me since the dance began.” You smiled at his shocked expression. “That and Blaise told me. So, if you truly do what you want, you’d kiss me and maybe take me back to your dorm room.”

Draco stood shocked, his inner battle event on his face. Go against his father, his own bloodline and everything he’s been taught just over some feelings? You were a mudblo- muggle born wizard for fucks sake. His parents, his father, would disown him for the wizard bit alone! 

But did his dad have to determine everything he did? Did he really have to follow this bullshit code that should’ve died ages ago? Did he really have to be a pawn in his father's stupidity? 

His eyes watched your tongue trail across your lips and he made his decision. Draco’s hands tightened their grip once again on your waist before he quite literally slammed his lips against yours. He pressed his body harder against yours, if it was possible when you kissed back and shuddered when your fingers threaded through his ruined hair.

You truly didn’t know how badly he wanted you. You didn’t know the inner turmoil the poor male had been fighting since the stupid ball was announced, but the kiss. The kiss helped Draco express his passion for you, his love. He would charge into battle for you, put up with Potter for you, hell, fight his father for you. He’d ignore the stares of shock from the crowd and the unamused expression of his forgotten date.

You got under his skin and stole his heart. You were worth more than the stars in the sky and he wouldn’t let anyone separate the two of you. That night, he made sure you knew how much you meant to him.

#draco malfoy x male reader #Draco Malfoy imagine #draco malfoy #hp imagine #hp x male reader #male reader #blaise zabini #pansy parkinson #harry potter #x male reader #Ronny Writes #fic #hp male fic #hp fic

[minervahopebeyond]

Blood Daffodils.

I really hope you like this one! (Sequel to Blood Petals)

Chapter 1: The Potter’s mansion.

Draco cried when Sirius apparated them. You see, Grimmauld Place was the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix... Severus was no longer a member but he still knew where the headquarters were. They couldn’t go back. Unfortunately, nobody told Draco beforehand.

They found themselves in front of extremely posh Gryffindor mansion. Draco knew, since the moment he saw it, that this was the Potter’s old house and they weren’t going back to Grimmauld ever again. So, yes, he cried like a little boy.

As the four of them entered the house, Sirius had his arm around him and kept calming him down. ‘I’m sorry, we just had to leave’. ‘We were lucky to have a place to move.’ ‘It’s very nice, I swear, and we don’t have my hag of a mother here.’But Draco did not care in the least. This house smelled different, this house was not Grimmauld.

“I thought that maybe we could put blood wards on Grimmauld. They are more secure.” The blond boy mumbled to his cousin. The man squeezed his shoulder and smiled kindly at him.

“We can’t risk it to go back... And the blood wards drain your own magic. We can’t be losing energy in keeping them up.” And he was absolutely right. Draco couldn’t even argue with him.

The mansion was decorated like the Gryffindor common room, everything red and cozy was put in this one place on earth... Draco thought it looked nice in comparison to the common room (more expensive furniture at least), but that it kind of hurt his eyes to stare at it for too long.

Mr. Potter gave them a tour. The kitchen was nice, they didn’t have a house elf here so they would have to take turns to cook. Downstairs, they also had the living room and the study (which James said that it was mostly created for his father, that he didn’t want to use it but they could if they wanted to).

The stairs were made from this dark tone of wood, very pretty, they did not creak when they climb them, though. In Grimmauld Place, everything was so old that the house had it’s own melody. The stairs creaked, the floor did too if you stood near the fireplace, and the door made this horrible sound if you opened too fast...

Upstairs, there was the main bedroom right down the hall, and four others that were smaller than that one.

They showed them their rooms. Potter, of course, was going to sleep in what was once James’s room. It was decorated with quidditch posters and Gryffindor flags, the green eyed boy thought it was awesome. They offered to redecorate if he wanted but the boy refused, said that it was perfect just like that.

“And for you... We made some arrangements.” Said Mr. Potter as he opened the door that was right next to Potter.

It was Sirius’s old room... the one he used when he moved with the Potters. It had a couple of Bowie posters right next to the bed and a record player in the corner. The walls were black, though. He couldn’t imagine Sirius choosing that for his own room so he figured that Mr. Potter had changed the color of the wall for him. To make them resemble a little bit more to Grimmauld Place.

“Look up, little cousin.” And Draco gasped.

They had put his sky up in the ceiling. He felt like home again.

“Thank you so much.” He said as he pulled the both of them into a hug.

“It’s nothing, kid. We knew you love that room, we wanted for you to like this one as well.”

“I absolutely do, this is perfect.”

Draco opened his eyes and saw Potter looking at him while he smiled. The boy diverted his look as fast as he could and blush started to appear in his cheeks and nose. How bloody weird.

They continued the tour and when Sirius showed them his room, Potter and him couldn’t help to pulled a face. Draco certainly wasn’t about to ask the question... The green-eyed boy, on the other hand, didn’t hold back.

“Why is this even necessary?” His cousin frowned.

“What do you mean?”

Potter looked at Mr. Potter who had his eyes fixed on the floor. Then, he looked at Sirius again arching an eyebrow.

“Why can’t you just sleep at the main bedroom with dad?”

The blush on his cousins face was epic. He looked like a scare little boy, who was just caught writing the name of the boy he liked on his notebook. It was a pretty funny sight in Sirius’s very adult face. The man tried to stutter a response.

“I- We are not-“ Draco didn’t think it was possible, but the man blushed even more than before. He turned to look at the man standing next to him. “Did you tell him something? Why does he think we are together, James?” Sirius demanded.

Poor Mr. Potter was just looking at his best friend with fearful eyes.

“I didn’t tell him anything. I don’t know why he thinks that.” You would think that Potter would had gotten the hint at that point, but no.

“I think you two are together because, contrary to popular belief, I’m not blind.” He responded with that sassy tone that Draco loved so much. The father of the boy couldn’t help but to laugh at that.

“That’s good, because apparently Padfoot is.”

“James.”

“Sirius.”

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They were having breakfast for the first time in that house when Draco decided to expose Potter.

“So... “ He started, waiting for the rest of them to look at him. “Should we start the horcrux hunt now or after summer?”

Potter widened his eyes as he stare at him.

“What?” Mr. Potter asked.

“Did you just said horcrux hunt?”

“Oh, yeah! Did Potter forget to mention it? We are going to destroy all the horcruxes from the same old Voldy.” The green-eyed boy glared at him.

“I don’t know how you found out, but we are not doing anything. I’m going with Ron and Hermione and you are staying right here with dad and Padfoot.”

“Too late, Potty. I was already invited.” He responded smirking at the boy.

“I don’t fucking care. I want you safe.” Potter responded like a reflex and widened his eyes when he realized what he had said.

The daffodils were moving inside of him, dancing... so fucking happy. ‘HE CARES. HE CARES. HE CARES.’ Draco just blinked, trying to understand what just happened. Then, Mr. Potter interrupted.

“Neither of you are going anywhere.” Then he turned to look at his son. “You are still a minor, and I don’t care if you feel that this is your purpose in life: it’s not. The order will take care of it.”

“Like they took care of the attack the last time, you mean? Yeah, sorry for not trusting you much.”

Oh shit. Until that moment, Mr Potter never had a fight with Harry. He was too busy hugging him and being an angel with him... But Draco knew the face of the man right now: it was the same face that his mother wore when Draco had said an incredible fucked up thing.

“Let me put it this way: you are not leaving this house. You are still sixteen.”

“Then I wait until my birthday and run away! I have to do this and you can’t stop me.” The boy yelled right back.

“WHO EVEN TOLD YOU TO DO THIS?”

“James... maybe we should-“. Sirius started to say but he was cut short by Potter yelling his response.

“DUMBLEDORE!” Something seemed to flash on Mr. Potter’s eyes.

“Oh! The same man that got Sirius in Azkaban for twelve years, you mean?”

“Prongs, that wasn’t his fault.”

“IT WAS EVERYONE’S FAULT! But specially his because he knew it was not you and still he did nothing!”

Potter stood up and marched off to his room, without even looking back. Mr. Potter just put his head on his hands, his expression was of so much stress. Sirius started to rub his back gently.

After a while of eating in silence, Draco spoke.

“We are not going anywhere. I already told Granger that we were not disappearing on you two.” James looked at him with surprised eyes. “We should have a safe house, just in case, but I don’t think we will be needing it. If you don’t mind Ron and Hermione moving in, then we don’t have to leave anywhere.” He took a deep breath. “She was the one who invited me. Said that they needed me with them... She kind of also said that Potter would oppose to me joining them... Maybe you don’t care about my opinion but I had lived in the same castle as him since first year, if you tell him not to do something, he will definitely do it but in the most reckless way.” He said and left to find Harry.

He didn’t even knock on the door, fearing that the boy wouldn’t let him come in if he gave him the chance.

Potter was sitting on the bed, holding some kind of necklace in his hand. His eyes were fixed on that, ignoring Draco as he walked towards the bed. The flowers in him were begging him to do something about the boy’s sad face, slamming themselves against the walls from his lungs. He resisted the urge to cough.

The blond boy sat in front of him, without saying a word. Now, seeing the necklace up close, he realized that it was a locket. It was rather pretty and a little bit creepy... The glittering green stones were forming an S that clashed with the golden color of the locket. It had to be something related with Slytherin given the fact that the S could easily look like a snake. Draco raised his eyes to meet Potter’s.

“It’s fake. He risked his life for this and it’s fake.” The boy said. The blond boy could sense how defeated he felt. He offered his hand, encouraging the boy to give him the locket.

When Potter put it in his hand, he noticed that the locket was open and that it had a little note inside. He took it and unfolded it carefully, revealing what it said.

To the Dark Lord,

I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match you will be mortal once more.

R.A.B

Draco widened his eyes.

R.A.B

Regulus Arcturus Black.

Draco had read enough times the name of Regulus to know his initials. He tried to articulate a word, he couldn’t.

“Draco...?” The boy asked with a soft voice.

The blond boy was already running out of the room and towards the kitchen. He heard Potter calling for him, following right behind. Draco entered the room where both, Sirius and Mr. Potter were.

He put the locket and the note in front of his cousin without saying a word.

Sirius took the note and traced every letter written in it with shocked eyes, a wave of grief washed over them. Draco saw how the realization in his face when he read the note.

“Reggie...” He whispered and Draco could not contain his joy.

“It’s his handwriting, isn’t it??” Sirius could only nod.

Mr. Potter took the note and read it too, a worried look appeared in his face as he turned to his best friend again.

“Padfoot...”

But Sirius was lost in his own thoughts, confused look in his eyes, trying to understand what he just read. Potter asked quietly who’s handwriting was it and his father answered in a very kind voice that it was Regulus’s.

This meant that Sirius and Andromeda weren’t the only ones with morals on the Black family. This meant that his cousin wasn’t the only brave enough man to stand up for what he believed in. This meant that Regulus was good. Like, putting everyone before himself kind of good, being utterly brave and selfless kind of good.

A tear started to course down Sirius’s cheek. Mr. Potter gently cleaned it with his hand.

“It has to be at Grimmauld.” The man said with a low voice, his eyes seemed lost. “He wouldn’t have put it in the vault, he always said that he didn’t trust the goblins... Everything important to him was at Grimmauld.”

Draco found himself, once more, feeling like he knew Regulus. He felt the same way about that house. He loved everything in it. Except, maybe, for Aunt Walburga.

“We have to go back then.” Potter said with determination in his tone.

And neither Sirius nor Mr. Potter could disagree with him.

“If Regulus started this then I’m going to finish it.” The tone in Sirius’s voice was something that Draco had never heard before... Mr. Potter pulled the man into a hug and kissed his forehead.

“I’m promising you. We will.” Potter’s father whispered as they hugged.

Potter was looking at them with marvelled eyes.

‘You know how my dad looks at Padfoot? I want that’

Draco would be the Padfoot to his Prongs any given day if he would ask him. He would hug him, and be there for him, and fight beside him until the day he dies. He would spend the rest of his life waiting for him; quite literally actually, after all, he didn’t have a lot of time left.

#drarry #fanfic #fanfiction #prongsfoot

[alindakb]

How Love Hurts - Chapter 4.2 - by Alinda

The train comes to a stop and in an instant, the platform around Draco is filled up with children. He looks around to spot Scorpius his platinum hair. The sooner they can get away, the better. The weasel and Ginevra are on the other side of the platform and Draco haven’t missed how they throw dirty looks at him from time to time. He’s sure they blame him for the break between Ginevra and Harry. At least Ginevra is telling their children today. Draco hated lying to his son, hated to see how hard it was on Harry to keep up appearances at work. There split will become public knowledge now. And soon people will realise that Harry now lives with Draco. And once the Prophet finds out the Malfoy name will again get dragged through the mud.

Draco spots Scorpius exit the train, followed by Albus. The boys talk while they walk towards Draco. Why didn’t Draco think of this? Of course those boys would exit the train together. He hugs Scorpius quickly when the boy reaches him.

“Dad, stop it. I’m too old to get hugged,” Scorpius complains.

“Just be glad it’s only a hug. Look at Benny, his mom is kissing him all over,” Albus says. Both boys laugh, not aware of the commotion on the other side, where Ronald is pushing his way towards them.

“Albus, it’s lovely to see you, but I think you need to go meet up with your own family,” Draco says.

Albus and Scorpius both raise their eyebrow. “Dad, don’t be stupid. James always takes forever to leave the train, it will be ages before the Potter family is ready to leave,” Scorp says.

Draco rubs his hands down his pant legs and shakes his head. “I’m sorry boys, but you’ll have to say goodbye for now.”

Albus looks around and spots his uncle forcing himself towards them. “Mister Malfoy, what’s going on?” he asks.

“Albus, just please go to your mother. She’ll explain it to you,” Draco says. He doesn’t want to start a scene at King Cross station. He just wants to take his son home and tell him that he was right.

“Did you tell him, dad?” Scorpius asks. His hand reaches for Draco’s and holds it firmly.

Draco just nods his head. He’s afraid to speak. Someone could overhear, or he might say something that will upset Albus. Does the boy even know that his father is bisexual? Harry never said if he talked to his children about it.

“Fuck, and dad told my mom and now all hell is breaking loose. Scorp, I’ll write you tonight,” Albus yells while he runs towards Ronald. Draco follows him with his eyes and sees they are having some heated words.

“I’m sorry, dad,” Scorpius says and Draco turns back towards his son. Scorpius squeezes Draco’s hand and gives him a small smile that doesn’t really reach his eyes.

“It’s okay. Let’s get out of here. There’s a lot I need to tell you.”

Together they walk towards the apparition point. Scorpius doesn’t let go of Draco’s hand and soon they are spinning through space.

They land just outside the Manor gates, which open on their arrival. With large strides, they walk towards the house. Mila is already waiting for them by the door. She hugs Scorpius and he lets her kiss his forehead.

“I’ve set down some dinner for you both in the small dining room,” she informs them.

“Thank you, Mila. You can take the rest of the night off, Scorpius and I will clean the dishes once we’ve finished eating.”

“Thank you, sir. Enjoy your meal.” Mila bows and disappears with a loud crack.

Scorpius throws his backpack towards the stairs while he passes it on his way to the dining room. Draco shakes his head but lets it go for now. There are more important things to discuss tonight.

When he walks into the dining room, Scorpius is already dishing himself massive loads of food.

“Didn’t you eat on the train?” Draco asks.

“Yeah, we got some lunch and some snacks, but that was ages ago. And I’ve missed Mila’s cooking, no-one makes creped potatoes like her.”

Draco sits down and places a small amount of food on his plate. He has no idea how to start the conversation he’s supposed to be having right now. But he can’t really postpone it, not with Harry in the house.

“So you told Albus’ dad that you love him, then?” Scorpius asks in between bites.

“Yes, I did.”

“And, what happened? Rose’s dad looked pretty mad at you. Did you try to kiss him or something?”

Draco puts down his cutlery. He looks at his food and signs.

“Dad, are you okay?”

Scorpius sounds worried and Draco forces himself to look at his son. “I’m fine,” he says. “Better than fine, really.” He tries to stop the smile that forms on his face, tries to hide the joy he feels whenever he thinks about the fact that Harry loves him. Only he knows he fails completely.

“Merlin’s hell, Albus was right,” Scorpius shouts.

“What do you mean, Albus was right?”

“Oh, I told him. About how you’ve been madly in love with his dad for like forever. And that you were planning on telling him. Well, and Al just said that his dad feels the same about you. I didn’t believe him, said he was crazy. But he just went on, saying how he’s never seen his dad smile at anyone as he smiles at you. And he was right, wasn’t he.”

Draco looks at Scorpius. His eyes have gone wide and his hands tremble on top of the table. He opens his mouth to say something, only to close it again. Scorpius gets up from his chair and flings his arms around Draco.

“Well, did he tell you he loves you to?”

“Yeah, yeah, he did,” Draco stutters.

“I’m so happy for you, dad.” Scorpius burrows his head into the crook of Draco’s neck for a second and then he lets go, moves back to his own chair, picks up his cutlery and shovels another load of food into his mouth.

“You might not be able to visit Albus for a while. I’m sorry.”

“Dad, don’t worry about that. I can survive two weeks without him.”

“Don’t speak with your mouth full,” Draco says out of habit.

“Sorry, dad. I’m just so excited. So, did he leave Albus’ mom?”

The way Scorpius says it, like it’s the best thing in the world, bugs Draco. It’s not a good thing when a marriage breaks apart, no matter how abusive it was, to begin with.

“Scorpius, I destroyed a marriage, tore your best friends family apart. Can you maybe be a little less happy about this?”

“Why? You’re happy, right?”

Draco wants to lie. He never believed in divorce, was raised with the idea that you only marry once in your life and you stick with that person forever. But he can’t say he isn’t happy that Harry made the choice to end his marriage so he can be with Draco. Draco shakes his head and says: “Yes, I am.”

“And he’s happier with you than that he was with Albus’ mom. So I don’t see the problem. And Albus won’t either. He already predicted this would happen.”

Draco looks back to the food on his plate. Maybe it really is that simple. Harry wasn’t happy, hadn’t been happy for so long. But when he’s with Draco he laughs and smiles. It’s hard to imagine that isn’t the Harry most people see. That it is Draco who makes that happen, makes Harry feel loved and safe. And if Albus had seen it, then maybe James and Lily will have seen it too. Maybe they won’t hate Draco for destroying their family. Maybe everything will really be alright.

“He’s staying here at the mansion, just until he’s fixed up his own place enough to move in there.”

“He’s getting his own place? Without you?”

Draco shakes his head. “Not without me. I’ll keep the manor for as long as you want to call this place your home. And I can stay here during your holidays. But I’ll be moving with him.”

“Dad, your way too sentimental. I love this house, but I’ve you’re moving in with your boyfriend, I’m moving with you.”

“But this is your home.”

“Yes, because it’s where you live. I loved growing up here, and I love how it reminds me of mom. But that doesn’t mean I need to live here for the rest of my life.”

“I just thought,” Draco starts. Scorpius raises his hand and just waltzes over Draco’s words.

“Stop it right there, dad. I don’t care where we live, as long as we can be together. And if that means moving to some different house where you and Albus’ dad can start a life together, that that’s were I’ll live.”

Small tears escape Draco’s eyes. They slowly travel down his cheeks. Scorpius is so much like his mother sometimes it hurts.

“Oh Dad, don’t start crying. It’s okay. If mom would still be here, she would have been so proud of you. I’m proud of you.”

Draco gets up from his chair, pulls Scorpius from his own and hugs him tightly. “Thank you,” he says with a choked-up voice. Scorpius folds his arms around Draco.

“I love you, dad,” Scorpius says after a while. Draco can only nod his head in response.

“Thinks are going to get ugly now, aren’t they? Just like when Grandma died?”

“Yes, they will.” As much as Draco would like it not to be true. The world will blame him for the failed marriage of their Saviour, their role model. And Scorpius is going to feel it too.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, I can take it. I’m just happy that you are happy. It’s all I want for you, dad. And we won’t be alone this time. We’ll have the famous Harry Potter on our side.”

They bought laugh a little, but it’s short-lived. Their world is turning upside down and even Harry’s fame won’t protect them from the landslide that’s sure to come.

#HowLoveHurts #drarry #Draco Malfoy #Harry Potter #Scorpius and Albus #son and father bonding time #Hogwarts express #AlindasStories

[reading-while-queer]

Red, White, and Royal Blue, Casey McQuiston

Rating: Great Read Genre: Romance, Coming Out Representation: -Bi main character -Gay love interest -Mexican American/Mixed race main character -Other LGBTQ side characters Note: Characters have explicit sex; this is not YA and definitely not appropriate for younger teens Trigger warnings: Sex under the influence of alcohol (not in a predatory context, but still), forced outing, attempted rape (talked about, not in scene), drug abuse (not in scene), parent death, rare instances of homophobia, racism, xenophobia.

Red, White, and Royal Blue is the story of Alex Claremont-Diaz, a 21 year old student with political dreams: to climb the rungs as intern, staffer, and finally Senator by 30.  And his mother just happens to be the President of the United States.  Alex likes politics, but he can’t stand the fakeness of it all - and his frustrations come to be centralized around one man, Prince Henry of Wales.  Henry is only two years older than Alex, but while they play similar roles in life, and occasionally collide at international events, Henry is cold and aloof, never stooping to befriend his American counterpart.

This is where the novel begins: a rivalry come to a head at the royal wedding of Henry’s older brother, Phillip.  After a PR nightmare, Alex and Henry are forced by their respective handlers to play nice, or else.  And so a romance begins.

I really enjoyed Red, White, and Royal Blue.  Underneath its fun trope-y beginning, it becomes a drama that addresses queer sexuality on a more thoughtful level.  It deals with coming out in an interesting way, since the stakes are global.  If Alex comes out, what does that mean for his mom’s bid for re-election?  And for Henry, who doesn’t have the luxury of disappearing from the public eye after another four years, is coming out too costly?  This isn’t your average coming out story, but one of celebrity (especially unasked-for celebrity).  And, in fact, it isn’t entirely a coming out story at all.  “Coming out” is hardly the most pressing issue when Alex and Henry struggle to have a private relationship in the first place, both of them plagued by paparazzi and all their movements tracked.  Henry needs a political excuse to be in the same country as Alex at all, and vice versa.  This was such an interesting, high stakes spin, that Red, White, and Royal Blue really felt like a new, fresh story.

McQuiston’s writing definitely does her story justice - the characters feel like real 20-somethings, despite the display of artifice they give the cameras.  The writing is timely, too - Alex’s speech patterns are very 2019 Gen Z.  This book will age well, not because it could be imagined as taking place at some future point (the 2020 presidential campaign features strongly, after all), but because it is so unapologetically of its time.  McQuiston may be writing an alternate reality where Alex’s mom, Ellen Claremont (not Hilary Clinton), made the bid for president in 2016 - and won - but McQuiston still addresses the issues we are dealing with today, just in different ways.  A Trump-like character is Claremont’s challenger for 2020, for example, and an email leak winkingly brings to mind the nightmare of 2016.  But apart from these nods to root us in a familiar world, this is an alternate presidency where nothing seems to be happening at all - perhaps the greatest fantasy of LGBTQ readers today.  No war, no oil pipelines, no mention of policy whatsoever.

That isn’t to say that McQuiston entirely turns a blind eye.  As a fuck-you to current administration, McQuiston has Alex notice, almost with wonder, how he, a Mexican-American, can put his feet up on a White House railing where racist presidents have stood.  He’s aware of how plenty of White Americans today would be frothing at the mouth at the thought.  In this great escapist fantasy, all is calm, though the tempest is beating at the door.

I thought that Alex’s Mexican identity was handled gracefully in the novel - he’s half White, parents divorced, with his White mother the President, his Mexican American father a Senator.  His race isn’t something that’s mentioned once and never again, or worse, a “romantic” descriptor to sexualize and exotify.  It’s something Alex has to think about and mediate as a public figure - he has learned that he doesn’t necessarily poll well with White “family values” America.  His White mom being divorced, having non-White children living in the White House, this is all part of her “image.”  Alex has worked overtime to become popular anyway - he charms the camera as easily as he charms congressional representatives.  He manipulates his image purposefully, playing up his friendship with his ex-girlfriend Nora in order to tease the press that they might be back together.  America eats it up.

But McQuiston makes sure that being Mexican-American isn’t something that Alex is working past, or overcoming.  While racism is something he thinks about and must navigate, Alex loves himself.  He loves getting together with “Los Bastardos,” his dad and family friend/congressman Rafael Luna, to have a couple beers and talk shit in Spanish and English.  He loves making Mexican food with his dad.  He is especially passionate about Texas, his home state, and fixing harmful policy there.

This is only the stage on which the romance stands, but suffice it to say that McQuiston has spared no detail to make Alex’s life real outside of his relationship with Prince Henry.  When the reader is so invested in the reality of the characters’s lives, it only makes the romance more cutting, more true.  The emotional climax of their relationship was so heartbreaking I cried through a good ten pages.  McQuiston knows how to write emotion with lightning strike power and accuracy (which serves her well when writing sex scenes, too), and it is through emotion that McQuiston accomplishes her most crucial goal as a novelist: Red, White, and Royal Blue is a page-turner, at once cathartic, steamy, star-crossed, honest, and dramatic.  Reading this novel just feels good.  Red, White, and Royal Blue is a step above the rest, and should be a staple for LGBTQ romance fans.

Despite McQuiston’s resounding success with this novel, the arc of Alex and Henry’s romance did ring a little odd.  Not bad, just odd.  McQuiston starts off holding the railing, so to speak.  The romance begins with Alex hating Henry, so much so that he tells him to his face, despite being charged, as the President’s son, with grace and diplomacy.  The characters themselves compare their dynamic to Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, a comparison that was perhaps more a window into the author’s taste than strictly in-character.  Then, after a brief weekend of faking being friends for the camera… they become friends for real, texting each other about their lives.  Their supposed “hatred” becomes teasing ribbing and name-calling, which you can’t read as anything else but flirting.  This is a 400 page book, and already in the first 70 pages the blurb is out of date.  Red, White, and Royal Blue isn’t really about a couple who start out hating each other and gradually come to realize each other’s qualities, though it starts off on that path.  McQuiston could have packed a lot more character development into that “fake friends” weekend and a lot less in the texts and emails that came later, for a smoother transition from the narrative as advertised to the story she ends up telling - an even better romance, in my mind.

The better romance happens after the rather rushed arc of the first romance - McQuiston lets go of the railing, so to speak.  And though I won’t spoil it, this later arc deals with themes of sex versus love, the unique quandary of the forbiddenness of their relationship, and the fact that neither Henry nor Alex want to be in love with each other, because the consequences of taking their relationship seriously are global, public, and terrifying.  Where McQuiston starts in slapstick, trope-y romance, she ends up in something heart-wrenching and real.  The tonal dissonance between the two is a little awkward, and the former is less developed than the latter, leading to an imbalanced feeling to the novel as a whole.  However, where the novel ends up going is such good writing that I can’t fault the book - I think it’s an excellent read, beginning to end, its imbalances only visible once you reach the other side and look back.

There is so much to talk about in this 400-page book, a book I stayed up until 3 in the morning to finish, that it won’t all fit into one review.  It’s tempting to derail for another three paragraphs so I can talk about the explicit discussion of colonialism, a powerful metaphor behind both Alex and Henry’s identities.  I could go on about how Alex’s safe place is his father’s lake house, where he can be explicitly Mexican and connected to culture, food, and family.  In contrast, Henry’s safe place is a British museum of stolen statues, cold and nonliving, but still the only tie between himself, a royal descended from the royals who stole them, and the distant artists and ancient cultural figures depicted, whom Henry identifies as explicitly gay, even if that knowledge is purposefully forgotten.  It is a biting comment on the cultural black holes that are White imperialist nations, attempting to fill the emptiness themselves with culture pillaged elsewhere.  Henry is aware of it, and critical of it, but he is still a descendant of it.

Red, White, and Royal Blue will leave you with a lot to pick apart.  It earns some criticism, perhaps, from its overly sunny faith in definitely-not-Hilary President Claremont.  And, if you care about such things, there is the occasional moment of tonal dissonance where McQuiston’s realistic style butts heads with cartoon tropes (characters throwing food at one another to punctuate a point, for example) versus styles of speech recognizable from The West Wing (which come off as rather uncalled for and startling when no one else in the room is threatening over the top bodily harm).  But as much as one with an overactive mind might give pause over just how realistic it is for the sheltered Prince of Wales to have leftist ideas about dismantling British imperialism (now THAT is a dreamy fantasy), McQuiston also delivers a depth and breadth of material that is resoundingly good, and will have you walking away not only feeling good, but recommending Red, White, and Royal Blue to anyone who will listen.  This is a book to take a chance on.

For more from Casey McQuiston, check out her website here.

#red white and royal blue #casey mcquiston #bi #great read #romance #coming out #protagonist of color #reviews only #not ya

[emrystheblue]

Harry Potter and the Cursed Plotholes

So, obviously there will be spoilers for Harry Potter and the Cursed Child in this post/rant. If you have no wish to be spoiled, stop reading now and scroll away.

First off I would like to preface by saying that I've seen the play twice now so I have a pretty good idea of what happens in it. Once in London (2017) and again in Melbourne a couple weeks ago (2019), and though I own the script I haven't read yet. However I have read this lovely version of it. They took the script and wrote it as a novel without removing any of the original script and incorporating somethings in to connect the scenes ad plausibly as possible. Go read it, it's great. https://archiveofourown.org/works/7666957

Anyway, I like the play. It's fun to watch and the music and sound effects and such are amazing. Scorpius is the best and I adore him. That isn't to say I don't have major problems with the story itself. We all know there are many many many plot holes and that Rowling didn't write it herself, but she does consider it canon to the series which is annoying because it breaks rules set in the previous Harry Potter books. I have a few points I have the most issues with.

I dedicate this rant to @onehealer to whom I ranted with about this for an hour through DM's.

So firstly: Fidelius charm who?

In the final act, Scorpius and Albus can see the potters house even though it's under the fidelius charm. They've never been there before, Harry tried multple times to take Ablus it seems but was turned down, and only read about it in books at most.... does that count as them knowing the Secret? No, it doesn't otherwise people who knew the address of the home before the charm was cast they would know. It can be excused that Delphi technically was never shown to have known where the house was, only knowing they were in Godrics Hollow... which also goes with the fact that knowing the address in the future meant nothing. Imagine Voldemort pulling out a phone book to find their address and suddenly being able to see their home. It also seemed like she didn't want to go after the Potters herself, she was only there to get to Voldemort first. So that's fine.

The issue is that somehow the two boys were able to see through the charm. And going with this vein, how did Ron, Hermione and Draco see as well? Literally only Harry should be able to see the Potter home because he was part of what the charm was protecting and thus knew the Secret, even if he was only a baby at the time.

Time travel should not negate the charm, why would that work? The charm is still active in the time they currently exist in, and this is an ancient, powerful and complex spell too.

"Maybe they knew because Harry told Albus about it." Sure, that could have worked, but it doesn't. When the Secret Keeper dies, anyone who was told the Secret becomes a Secret Keeper (Because you can originally choose more than one), so when Peter Pettigrew died, at the very least Harry would have the Secret. Probably Dumbledore and Sirius too, at least. But the problem with that is that the Fidelius charm was broken the night Lily and James Potter died, thus there was no longer a Secret. How else would the location become common knowledge in the Wizarding World? There's a monument to the Potters for crying out loud. People visited to pay their respects to them. So, Albus was never told the Secret because there wasn't one any longer.

There's literally no way anyone but Harry should have been able to see the Potter home. Even giving it some rope, they shouldn't have been able to see the house until Harry points it out to them, aka tells them where it is, because it could be argued that he could technically give out the Secret, having been part of it originally, but even then he wasn't a Secret Keeper and from how I understand it, just because you knew the secret didn't give you the ability to tell anyone unless you're a Secret Keeper.

The worst part about this plot hole is that not only is it massive, the plot of the story relies on it's existence to progress. Sometimes plot holes can be forgiven, but when the story relies on their existence? Especially such an enormous one? No, just no.

(As a little aside, I just want to bring attention to the fact Scorpius and Albus somehow made their way from Hogwarts, in the Scottish Highlands, to Godrics Hollow in less than a day. That's a long way, not to mention they had no wands, no food, no money, no sleep, no warm clothes and probably not wanting to risk talking to any wizards for fear if changing the timeline or accidently finding a Death Eater. There's also the fact Scorpius had just been Crucio'd at least 3 times in the last hour. Kudos to Scorpius for managing to get there with Albus, hot damn.)

Second, Wtf Albus?

Seriously, wtf. Don't get me wrong, I do like Albus but he's definitely a spoiled/ungrateful little brat at times, with as Scorpius puts it, a chip on his shoulder.

The thing I, well I wont say hate because i do like his character but it's close enough, most about him is his decision to go back and save Cedric in the first place. Like its a nice thought, but dude, why?

Why does Cedric deserve to live more than literally anyone else Voldenort killed? What makes him more deserving of you risking everything to go back and save?

Why does a 17yr old who signed up for a tournament that is known to have resulted in the deaths of its competitors many times in it's history, deserve to live more than all those 11-17 year olds killed at Hogwarts trying to flee or fight? All the adults who fought and died in the battle? All those people killed during either war? A lot of people who died because of Voldemort didn't sign up to put themselves in danger.

If it's about some semblance of a connection, of which there really isn't any in this case, what about Fred? Your uncle? Someone your uncle George probably still dies inside over? I mean he even gave up their joke shop to Ron, possibly to avoid memories of the twin brother who died?

Why does some kid you have no connection to other than his dad blaming yours for killing him when he literally had no way of knowing what the fuck was going on until he was already dead?? Why does he deserve to live more? I don't get it.

And then he blames Harry for Cedric's death like he had any chance to prevent it? Dude, seriously, he was the SAME AGE as you are now when this happened, I'd fucking like to see you do better??

Another thing I dislike is that Albus is never really able to experience the consequences of his actions and what could have happened. Because, you know, he stopped existing and Scorpius had to deal with it on his own.

There's also the way he treats Harry but I'll get to that in a sec.

Harry was doing his best, honestly he was. He sometimes seems a little out of character, but even still. I understand why he could be seen that way. We know he's under a lot of stress from his work at the Ministry, especially since it's to do with creatures that sided with Voldemort that are going missing or whatever. Then there's the nightmares involving Voldy and his scar hurting again after years of nothing. Stress, lots and lots of stress.

Then there's Albus. Harry has trouble understanding his son, he's not easy like James and Lily. Which is fine. But the problem is that Harry tries his best to reach Albus but he's never met halfway.

Albus seen my to refuse to believe anything but hero propaganda about Harry and his life at Hogwarts, and seems to have ignored literally anyone in his adult family who says differently. He doesn't seem to grasp to suffering and trauma that Harry has and grew up with, and scoffs in the face of it. Harry isn't perfect, but he's a good dad trying his best with a child who is frankly quite ungrateful.

Albus was being a little fucking spoiled brat to Harry and the poor dude was probably at his wits end with the one kid of his he didn't truly understand and who went out of his way to hate on everything Harry did and went through in his life. Like I said, Harry was under lots of stress from his job and so of course he would snap, anyone would, and say something they regret when provoked. Especially when you're trying your best to connect with your kid, even if it's not going great it's still an effort to do so, and then your kid just out and out says he wishes he wasn't your son? I think a lot of people would retort with something similarly hurtful. Harry immediately regrets it but both parties have been hurt so Albus storms off.

It's very annoying that everyone else in the play seems to be blaming Harry for Albus hating being his son and running off / running off to do something stupid. He was very obviously doing his best even though Albus was giving him nothing to work with. And for some strange reason people seemed to think Harry was in any way popular in 4th year? Like seriously people, where the fuck did that idea come from? Everyone hated Harry in his 4th year lol. Albus must be getting his info from a source as credible as Rita Skeeter if that's the case, that or every character magically, ha, forgot what really happened.

I also get annoyed at how they deal with the first alternate timeline. The first time they mess with time, Hermione and Ron never get married, Ron marries and has a son with Padma Patil and Albus ends up in Gryffindor. Harry proceeds to force a separation between the two boys for Albus safety, having been told there was a "black cloud" around his son. Of course the only person Albus hangs out with is Scorpius, and assuming events happened the same they had just jumped off the Hogwarts Express and gone missing for a bit, and assuming they had the same argument where they both say they wish they weren't the father/son of the other person, then it makes some sense what Harry does. Also, it's an alternate timeline.

But Scorpius tells Albus none of the events in Harry's life changed, so it seems like their meddling didn't change him. At all. I'm sorry, what the actual fuck? Scorpius I love you but no.

Just because the events stayed the same doesn't mean Harry personally wasn't changed in many small ways. There are people and life changing events erased from his experiences. His two best friends never got married and had kids, because Ron never got jelous over Hermione being Krums Yule Ball date. You trying to tell me that Ron and Hermione becoming different people with entirely different personalities didn't have any effect on Harry what so ever??? Bullshit. Like this was a direct and very significant change in his personal timeline and history, I refuse to believe this didn't change him. Hell, he might not even enjoy his job. Hermione isn't Minster for Magic so who knows whether the Ministry was properly freed of corruption and what polices and changes no longer exist, and what new ones might. So many little things that build up and shape someone's personal experiences and shape their personality.

I don't remember if it was ever directly addressed, but I think it was mentioned at the end of the play, but it says/implies(?) that Harry would have separated them and launched an investigation into Scorpius' parentage in the original timeline as well as the alternate one? I don't know if I believe that, and it's unclear if certain things still happened for everyone other than the boys because the changes the boys made were prevented later on when Scorpius is in the alternate universe where Harry was killed.

Another small aside, thank fuck for Scorpius. When he snapped and said something along the lines of "Oh poor little Albus Potter with his chip on his shoulder. At least your dad will always be your dad, mine won't be because everyone wants to tell me it's Voldemort. They want to tell me my poor sweet dead mother was such a monster to have a kid with him." Like damn someone really needed to tell Albus to stop whining about how apparently horrible and selfish his dad is.

Lastly, how the Time Turners function. Yes, I get these are new and one of a kind Time Turners designed and created outside Ministry regulation and designed to go back years at a time. However, it was originally established that time travel in this world with them works as a closed loop. They travel back in time because they already did. Harry survived the Dementors because he cast a patronus charm, and then went back in time to cast that charm because he already did, and if he hadn't he wouldn't have survived to go back in the first place. Closed loops.

In this however, they did actually do things that never happened. They probably even changed how Ron and Hermione got together, because it's unclear if they also prevented Albus casting the fireworks into the air above the second task declaring "Ron loves Hermione".

The only benefit of this fuckery with how Time Turners work is that it would then make sense why time travel fucks everything up so much it creates alternate timelines and alternate universes. It's still annoying that they casually fucked with how it's supposed to work but it's not as big an issue as the Fidelius charm thing. Also why did Hermione of all people keep the fucking thing??? Like I understand to an extent but seriously, and then to have such lax security on it? For fucks sake, don't you remember being 11 and getting past all the security put on the philosophers stone??!?! You might as well have put the time Turner in wrapping paper in comparison, because at least those ones had the potential to seriously maim or kill you.

Scorpius was a great character, I adore him and he was actually really well written. He's the sweetest thing and needs all the hugs. His relationship with his dad (Draco) is also amazing and a well written dysfunction of different personalities and effects of grief, but Draco loves his son no matter what and constantly tries his best. Despite my rant, I also like Albus and I adore their friendship and their dynamic. I don't mind character flaws, but sometimes they do get over the top and annoying like they did with Albus for a while there, mostly because of the way it influenced the plot.

I dont know, I probably missed shit I wanted to say and maybe got a little harsh sometimes but eh, it's a rant for a reason lol. I love the play, but once I start thinking about things that's when it goes a lot downhill from there haha.

Also Scorpius is amazing and I adore him. :)

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[futurewriter2000]

My comments while watching Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince

Holy holy holy holy shiiitttt

HarryYYYY POTAHH

Dumbldore you sneaky old man 😏

PROFESOR SLUGHORN !!! Not a big fan of him but I do love the actor

Regulus…………….LOVE HIM ❤

I FORGOT THE WEASLEY TWINS ARE NOT IN HOGWARTS 😭😭😭

They’re still so hot and cute and I love them and i want to hug them and never let go because FRED 😭❤

Snape, snape, SEVERUS SNAPE and his amazing performance to be faithful to the dark lord 👌

Tf is Draco going…I forgot about this part

Draco is so cute…I love Tom Felton❤

Fucking commercial are taking longer than the movie…

CU CUU BITCHES TROUBAAALS COMING BACK TO HOGWARTSSS

shit I love Luna so much

BECAUSE HE IS A DEATHEATER BUT ONLY BECAUSE OF HIS FATHER! HARRY STOP ACCUSING PEOPLE !YOU STUPID!

Pansy………….

Draco smart Draco PUNCH KICK PUNCH… Thats for eavesdropping Harry..Stupid

‘Nice face Potter!“ ohh Draco and your insults…fucking gotta love him

I wish I had as big as apetite as Ron…oh wait…i do….

Its so funny that Tom Riddle is translated into Mark Neelstin in my language and Voldemort into Mrlakenstein….

SHIT MCGONNGAL I FUCKING LOVE HER SO MUCHHH “Pottah, take Weasley with you, he looks far to happy over there.” yasss my fav line

FELIX FELICIS…really why do they even translate it..the translation is terrible

Hermoine is so confused that Harry’s better than her…i love her…poor Hermoine..you’re smart Hermoine

Dumbldore you sneaky old man 😏😏

Dumbldore with short hair…MAKE A MAN BUN!! I WANT A MAN BUN ON DUMBLDORE!!!

The time Dumbldore told Tom Riddle he’s a wizard and fucked up the whole world 👏👏

DRACO AGAIN❤❤ i just want to give him a hug..he doesnt deserve this

FUCK COMMERCIALS…ALWAYS WHEN DRACO COMES ON….

NOOOOOOOOOO I MISSED IT…thats for going to the bathroom to pee…fuck…

GO RON YOU GOT THIS…PROTECT THAT HOOP RONALD

“The binding is fragile.” Harry has the best excuses in the world…Great liar might I say 👌👌

Shit thats creepy…HAGRID TO SAVE THE DAY… i always imagined Katie Bell as a blonde….

How can you translate Severus to Rebeus

STOP BLAMING DRACO HARRY! God if you have no proof than dont do it.

“She’s got nice skin.” LMAO HARRY 😂😂

Harry is so funny at the scene where Hermoine says her parents are dentist and Harry is like all smiley and stuff just so adorable

“I’m sorry sir. Forgive me. He killed my parents.” aren’t you just a smooth talker Harry…seriously…

GO GINNY !!!!!!! THIS IS THE BEST QUIDDITCH MATCH I HAVE EVER SEEN!

Its time to be a big brother now Harry..Hermoine needs you

I see you Draco Malfoy 😉😉

Im so happy Harry thinks Luna is a cool person BECAUSE SHE IS

I cringe at the translation *facepalm*

I bet youre proud Harry for making Cormac puke on Snape…I saw your smug face 😂😂

Draco is so cute when hes angry…so adorable.

All he wants to do is make Lucious proud pleaseeeee dont make him suffer

Co co co mercialssss

FRED AND GEORGE

Shiiiiiiiittt MOOOOOONNNNNNYYYYYY YAIAAIAIIAIAIAIAIAIA 🙌🙌🙌🙌

TONKS ❤❤❤❤

No mom..the movie is still not over

BELATRIX is so wicked…bad…but wicked

HARRY YOU ARE SO STUPID SHE WANTS YOU TO RUN AFTER HER!!!

Run remus run!

Kill the bitch who killed your boyfriend

NOOOOOO THE BURROWWWW 😭molly

What happened to the guy who played Tom Riddle in Chamber of Secrets…i prefered him

Dumbldore you sneaky old man 😏

Snape translated to Raws..just…oh god

Yes he did and Harry you are a terrible spy..cant believe Slughorn didnt find out this sooner

Oh the awkwardnes and Dumbledores comments to break the awkward silence

HOTIE HERE HOTIE THERE DRACO MALFOY EVERYWHERE 🙌🙌

He looks sooo good in a vest 😏

No harry! NO! LEAVE HIM ALONE! DONT YOU DARE HARRY! NO! Fuck you harry! Good thing i’ll know he’ll survive or i would kill you myself…fuck Voldemort I would just throw a rock in your face

Thank you snape for saving my baby…honestly Harry I love you but you’re just so stupid

Why did my dad come home..im still in my pijamas….

This is where the awkward kiss happens…shit..shit…i hate those cringey scenes

lmaoo my dad brought an empty bowl of cookies ..moving on to the movie

NO MOM THE MOVIE IS STILL NO OVER!”

lmaooo Harry being high on Felix Felicis and Slughorn taking Aragorg poison while Hagrid is grieving is so funny…I love this movie

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO LILLY GAVE HIM FRANCIS THE FISH OH MY LORD ITS SO SADDD

Not so sneaky now are we Dumbldore 😏😏 Didn’t see that coming

Dumbldore he’s 17 can’t you take Snape or McGonngal … Honestly..

But like….just before you die…can’t you make a man bun…just…my dying wish is to see you in a man bun Dumby

Dumbldore is dead….no man bun for me

I hate the last three parts cuz they are soo saaadddd

Okay I’m done..im going to cry now bc its not fair.

R.A.B- Regulus Arcturus Black….im gonna name my son that

#hp and the half blood prince

[ejmcmoon]

HP and the Birthday Weekend: GoF Reaction

Hi everyone! I’ve started doing reactions for the HP movies on Freeform so here’s GoF! If you don’t want spoilers, don’t read.

The opening soundtrack for this movie is so creepy and goosebumps-evoking. If there’s one thing this franchise consistently does well it’s the soundtrack.

NUUUU FRANK dON’T GO UP THERE

“Perhaps we should do it without the boy” Peter stfu

Oh I forgot this was also “Harry Potter and the movie where all the boys had long and tacky haircuts” (I’m so disappointed they didn’t give at least one of them manbuns. Can you imagine the Weasley twins with manbuns?)

Lol everyone lets go of the portkey and fall flat on their face and then Arthur, Amos, and Cedric just glide down all smoothly.

“I love magic” Same Harry same

No one fucking cares about where you’re sitting Draco.

I hate how they built up to this awesome event and then didn’t show the match. This movie is just a mess of awesome build up scenes that weren’t followed through with 

Ron is so gay for Krum lol. Ginny knows it. The twins know it. Even Harry “oblivious as fuck” Potter knows it

Crouch jfc

Trolley lady: Would you like anything sweet? Me: Yes, he’d like Cho Chang I’m so sorry I had to

Lol when Filch runs up to tell Dumbles the schools have arrived, he looks like he’s doing high knees

Ugh I hate how they made Durmstrang and Beauxbatons single sex schools. It just perpetuates so many sexist stereotypes. I wanna see girls doing those cool martial arts moves and boys doing that dance. Do 

YES THEY INCLUDED THE SCHOOL SONG SCENE YESSSSSSSS IM DYING YESSSSSS 

Poor Nev. He looks so traumatized in the DADA lesson. #PROTECTNEVILLE2k17

JFC CROUCH JR!

The Weasley twin scene where they try to enter their names is fucking golden. I love how everyone’s yelling, “Fight! Fight! Fight!” and Hermione sits down in a corner to read her book. Same girl.

Everyone needs to chill in the movie. Even the king of calm needs to chill. And I’m not pointing to any line in particularly *cough* “DID YA PUT YA NAME IN THE GOBLET OF FIYAH???” *cough*

“Potter is a boy, not a piece of meat!” TELL EM MINERVA! Minerva is the only reasonable one in this movie!

STFU RON. Harry didn’t want any of this, idiot.

Rita Skeeter: *exists* Me: Oh here’s this bitch.

Harry: It’s a broom cupboard Rita: You should feel right at home then Me: BITCH STAY AWAY FROM ME AND MY SON AND MY SON’S SON

Sirius’ face in the fire is some effed up CGI. Like wtf

“Maybe you’re imagining thing. Wouldn’t be the first time” SAVAGe

Harry: Hagrid, did you brush your hair? Hagrid: You should consider doing the same thing now and then. EVERYONE HERE IS GETTING ROASTED

Ok so my dad walked in when the dragon scene was on and this happened-- Dad: I didn't know Harry Potter had dragons Me: Yeah, it has dragons, elves, goblins.... Dad: And snakes Me: Yeah Dad: And noseless men I love this man

OMGS THE FERRET SCENE YASSSS Fangirling over Moody aside, I do respect Minnie for trying to maintain some semblance of ethical teaching.

Moody: *looking at the chest* Wouldn’t bother telling you what’s in there. You wouldn’t believe me. YEAH BECAUSE THERE’S AN INNOCENT MAN IN THERE

Okay but Harry planning to wing it on the task is me for every Bio test

BUG OFF SKEETER.

I love that Krum telling Rita off by saying that it’s for “champions and friends” not only bc it’s savage af, but also bc he probably meant Mione when he said friends

I appreciate the whole flight sequence with the dragon breaking away from the chain and chasing Harry, but Harry got the egg much quicker in the book which was what made it so impressive. Instead of adding all that in, they could’ve had some of the Quidditch World Cup match in or a scene to tie together loose plot bits.

 Hermione’s face when Ronarry finally pull their heads out of their arses is P R I C E L E S S. 

Wtf is up with Nigel? Was he supposed to replace Colin Creevey or something?

Ron’s like, “Here Ginny” And she’s like, “Hell nah bitch”

Omgs Fred&Georfe doing the tongue twister. Every Weasley twin scene ever is a fucking gem

NEVILLE DANCING BY HIMSELF IN THE DORM. WHAT A PRECIOUS CINNAMON ROLL

Madam Maxine and Hagrid are GOALS. HANDS DOWN OTP

Omgs they included the scene where the Durmstrang guy asks out this girl. What a bunch of smooth mofos.

OKAY BUT WHY ARE RON AND HARRY SO MEAN TO NEVILLE. I’D WANNA GO TO THE BALL WITH NEVILLE

Cho has the cutest accent. She’s just adorable. Why does everyone hate on her?!

“I’ve always liked looking at them from behind...”Oh Ron you’re such a horny teenager.

Poor Ron. I feel so bad that he has to go in those stupid dress robes. Wish he’d stop badmouthing Hermione, tho

HERMIONE LOOKS SO EXCITED WHAT A CUTIE

Padma: Is that Hermione Granger with Viktor Krum Ron: No absolutely not, Me: SOMEONE’S IN DENIAL

OMGS FILCH DANCING WITH MRS. NORRIS MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THIS

Ron’s so whipped. And Hermione is turned on af by Krum. God help these hormonal teenagers

Ftw when Snape catches you about to fuck in a school carriage. I LOVE THIs DELETED SCENE

Neville’s actually the cutest thing when he comes back from the ball. I love him so much.

HARRY’S FACE WHEN HERMIONE SAYS THAT VIKTOR’S MORE OF A PHYSICAL BEING. IM DEAD

Okay, but Harry trying to cover himself with the foam when Myrtle shows up is the funniest thing ever.

MYRTLE YOU CREEP DON’T TRAUMATIZE THE POOR BOY

EVERYONE IS SO MEAN TO NEVILLE JFC FOR FUCK’S SAKE

LOL Was that jump out of the water REALLY necessary Harry?

DRACO LEAVE NIGEL ALONE

The part where Hagrid and Romione are singing the school song and then Crouch’s body shows up reminds me of those horror film trailers wheree a pleasant song plays and then shit hits the fan.

I never noticed this before, but the Beaxbaton students look like they’re doing the Macarena at the final task.

Loll the cannon firing early is such a great running gag.

NO DON’T TAKE THE CUP 

Cedric stop fangirling over the fact that it’s a portkey and GET THE FUCK OUTTA THERE

Nuuuuuuuuuuu 

Voldemort being reborn looks like a fucking fetus in the womb. I’m sorry, but it’s true

“I returned” No one cares Peter

Gosh Harry looks so pale and broken when he’s in Moody’s office. Poor boy

Anyway, that’s it for GoF. Overall, I think this movie was a bit of a sloppy book to movie adaption. but it wasn’t HORRIBLE. 

Since apparently they’re skipping OotP, I’ll do HBP next. After the weekend’s over I might just watch OotP bc I feel like it wouldn’t be complete. Especially since I didn’t react to the first two.

Hope you like these!

#harry potter and the birthday weekend #freeform #goblet of fire #golden trio era #harry potter

[whispering-sumire755]

Loving Without Time To Love At All | (Explicit)

Pairing: Harry Potter/ Draco Malfoy

Summary: After he's gone back and time and stopped Voldemort from ever beginning, Harry is left one day before his actions cause him to cease to exist. -.-.- [Or: The one where Harry Potter hugs everyone.]

Word Count: 2,910

A/N: Fuck, I don't know. I did a thing? I love any and all of you who read this, hugs to the gorgeous unicorns who like, glomps and kisses to the amaze-balls brave ass motherfuckers who reblog. You're all beautiful and I don't deserve any of you. -.-.- [PS: If you have a Prompt for me leave me an Ask ;)]

Lily Potter has never seen war, neither has she seen her beautiful, lovely son with long hair, and she had seen him just yesterday when he'd visited for dinner. Now he stands before her, in her house, and he looks so very different than the son she knows, the one she'd raised. His hair curls and settles unruly around his shoulders, just past his waist. He has eyes like molten metal for all that they are usually bright and open like the sky. He looks haunted. Why does her baby boy look this way? Distant, cold, broken, rough jagged edges discarded for something as strong as can be mustered when you pull yourself together by force of will even when there's barely anything left.

And why is he looking at her like he's never seen her before in his life? Like she's something he could kneel before and worship? Like she's something long since lost? What's happened since she last saw him? So many questions, normally she'd ask them all, expect an answer and a smile, but she can't. She's too terrified of the answer.

"Your hair is longer," she says instead, because she knows she at least should say something, for all that she's at a loss for words. He takes a shaky little breath, and then he's on her, holding her in his arms like she's the most precious fragile thing he's ever touched, and she really has no idea what to do about that. So she hugs him back, she pretends not to hear the broken whimper or feel the little shiver, and she hugs him as fiercely as she can as she tries to think pleasant thoughts.

She had never thought she'd be willing to raze the Earth, to kill thousands of innocent people if it meant destroying the right one. But right now she feels particularly murderous, and she thinks she'll need to reevaluate exactly who she is later, because she's sure that if she knew who made Harry like this within the span of a day she'd tear their throat out with her teeth, never mind the taste.

James doesn't really know what to make of his son showing up at his office in the middle of a workday, and is about to tell him to 'Bugger off, I'll see you at dinner, I have work to do,' until he sees his face and is stopped cold. He's an Auror, he's seen eyes like that, normally on much older agents, normally on the faces of people who drink the days away and scream the whole night through and never ever forget a single terrible thing they've seen but smile and say they've survived all the same, even if no one else has. Even if no one else would want to. Seeing eyes like that on his son is more than heartbreaking.

And it should be impossible.

So he does the only thing he can do. He goes right up to him and asks what's wrong, what happened? Harry just gives him a ghost of a smile and says: "I saved the world, dad."

And he looks like he really did. In fact, he looks like he did far more than that. And then James has an armful of Harry Potter, no real answers despite the one given, and no idea what to do. He wonders exactly how much it would cost someone to save the world, and then he wonders why it had to be his son who did it, and then nothing else matters because Harry is shaking and making wet little whimpers into his shoulder.

He hugs him back, because of course he does.

If he's in the middle of his workplace in full view of all of his peers with wet eyes and lips reed-thin from terror and anger, no one mentions it, and no one reminds him of it later, after Harry's left.

Sirius Black has not seen his godson in a fortnight, not because he didn't want to per se, but because they both led rather busy lives, and Harry wasn't one to show up at his shoddy, dusty little apartment. Always saying he needed a better place if he wanted the company, though the words were never said with heat. So, imagine his surprise when Harry apparates in with very long hair and better posture and a dim smile that speaks of a strange loyalty Sirius doesn't remember ever having earned.

"Padfoot," Harry says in greeting, though he has never called him that before, and the word sounds heavy, like it means more than the breath it took to say it. Harry looks like he's been through hell, and Sirius has no qualms telling him so. Harry just throws his head back and laughs. It's a laugh Sirius has never heard before, and he wonders why it reminds him of rain. Bright green eyes sparkle when they meet his, and then he's being hugged with a strength he had no idea his godson had even possessed.

It feels warm and scared and sad and just as heavy as the appellation he'd used earlier. Sirius wonders at the sudden urge he has to go into battle for this boy, and hugs him back with the same rib-bruising enthusiasm, although it takes both their breaths away.

It's much more peaceful than it has any right to be.

Harry Potter was an intelligent peer, and someone they cheered for during Quidditch matches simply because he played for their team, but he wasn't necessarily a friend, and tonight is date night. Suffice it to say both Hermione and Ron are very confused, and a little more than irritated when he knocks on their door. They invite him in anyway, or at least Hermione does, and when Ron gives her a look of incredulous exasperation, she gives him a shrug like she's not entirely sure why she did it either.

He looks them both up and down, like he's checking for injuries, for scars. He searches their eyes like he's looking for pain, or familiarity. The oddest thing is, maybe that's exactly what he was looking for. He's a strong presence, stronger than he ever was in school, and he shares space with them like he's known them for years, like it's his right to worry for them. Somehow the whole thing shocks them both into silence. He gives a curt nod after, like he's happy with the results of his silent interrogation of their souls, and it really does feel like he's seen their souls at this point, and then does something else entirely unexpected, he asks about the twins.

Ron gapes for a moment or two, and then reluctantly tells him they're fine even when he'd expected himself to say 'None of your business twat, fuck off'. Hermione smirks, because now she isn't the only one catering to a man neither of them know, neither of them should care enough to talk to. Especially on bloody date night.

Harry just grins, and there's something like mischief in his eyes, like he knows exactly the kind of people the twins are, like he knows just how much trouble they're getting into right this minute and is absolutely delighted that they're in good enough health to get into it.

Then, he does something even more preposterous. He hugs them both. He hugs them like he's been hugging them forever and there's nothing at all wrong with it. Like it's not even the least bit disturbing.

Ron squawks, but his body, almost against his will, leans into it. He wants to punch Harry, and he wants to cry, and he feels a bit like he's coming home when he breathes in wildflowers and winter and dust. He doesn't understand any of it. Doesn't understand how his unerring possessive streak is awkwardly absent when Harry lets him go and turns to do the same to Hermione. Doesn't understand why his cheeks are wet and he desperately wants to tell Harry to stay, because he knows, he just knows Harry is going to go, the bloody idiot.

When Harry leaves and Hermione's face crumples into tears, and her fists curl in frustration, he holds her and he doesn't ask why. Neither of them knows why. It just hurts a little too much, and their hearts are a little too full and a little too empty at the same time, because that was a stranger.

That was their friend.

And now he's gone.

Draco had an [un]friendly rivalry with Potter during their stint at Hogwarts, and despite a few hormone induced wet-dreams, was perfectly fine never seeing him again. Honestly, he really thought he never would. Still, there he is, in all his glory, leaning his hip against Draco's desk in an oddly relaxed, cat-like manner. None of the lights are turned on, but the window behind him is leaking moonlight around his head like a halo, and his eyes are gleaming in a meaningfully heated way.

Gone are the glasses, the arrogance, the innocence, and the shortest, most unattractive hair he'd ever seen. His hair is gorgeous, now, long and tangled and smooth and, he thinks, soft. Harry used to be tall and brash and loud with everything, but, now, he looks contemplative, humble, he makes himself smaller like he thinks something will attack him if he's bigger than he ought to be in spirit or in space. It's so very different that Draco is left wondering what made him that way. What, or who, rather, changed that strong unbreakable boy and turned him into a man who is... Broken? Broken but alive, survived, strong. This strength is different than whatever strength he had before.

Draco imagines this is the strength of someone who has killed to get out on the other side with breath still in his lungs. That bright shiny novelty of someone who has never killed or used cunning or had to steel himself for the worst despite everything is gone, replaced with honor, and prayer, and hope that probably tastes more bitter than the blackest coffee. Draco does not know Harry Potter, and is not someone who normally gleans so much from just one glance, but as soon as he looks Harry in the eyes, he understands him more than he's ever understood anyone in his entire life.

Maybe it was all just in his imagination. He kind of wishes it was, though he already knows it wasn't. Because Harry Potter looks like a soldier who left his soul on the battlefield and he's looking at Draco like maybe Draco can lead him back to it, and that is frightening, because that shouldn't be Harry. Never was Harry.

Harry moves away from his desk to take a step closer, says nothing, face unreadable.

"What are you doing here Potter?" Draco asks, standing his ground, although there shouldn't be anything intimidating about the way Harry silently stalks another step closer.

And then another.

Draco swallows with a click. Feels heat curl in his gut. Wonders if this is some sort of spell. Wonders if turning the lights on will break it.

Another step, and Draco's mouth goes dry. He decides the lights can stay off.

Two seconds later and his heart is in his throat while Harry is inches away from him, their breath mingling, making what little air there is between them warm and damp.

The kiss isn't entirely unexpected, but time stops for it anyway. It isn't chaste. It isn't calm, or small, or wanton. It's meaningful, it's desperate, and wet, and violent, and teeth and copper and tongues tangling while Harry presses flush against him and wraps his arms around his neck and moans in a deep, throaty way. Draco can't help that his hands end up in Harry's hair, or the pleased noise that escapes him when he finds, hey, it really is soft.

He'll never remember how they managed to get to the bed, or how, when their clothes disappeared. He's glad for it, however it happened.

"Draco," Harry pants, whines, directs his fingers to a very delicate place, and spreads his legs wide. Draco doesn't suppress the shiver that comes at the realization of what he's asking for, or the rush that comes with the realization that, yes, they really are doing this. Harry mutters something under his breath as he writhes under him, and Draco is suprised to find his fingers suddenly lubricated.

He didn't even use a wand.

That should not be as hot as it apparently is.

"Is this what you want?" Draco asks with a smirk, sliding one finger in, carefully, slowly. He teases it in and out, making Harry groan, wiggle helplessly, try to fuck himself onto the intrusion, gasp a plea when Draco removes it. "You want me inside of you?"

"Always," Harry sighs, brushing strands of pale blonde hair back with nimble fingers. He's looking up at Draco like... like Draco is everything he's ever wanted, like he's joy, and hope, and happiness, and family. Like he's more. Draco freezes, his breath hitching, because Harry's smiling at him now, and that smile is so helpless, hopeless, sad, and in love that Draco really thinks he might cry.

"Harry," he breathlessly, tremulously, says, in a wet voice that tells him the tears are already falling. He can't stop them. He can't stop this. He can't stop any of it. Harry shushes him, pulls him in for a kiss that only lovers should share, slow and languid and full of futures that have yet to be lived, the unspoken promise that they will be, together. Draco finds himself kissing back, giving, taking. He finds himself allowing this, and wanting it.

They kiss while his fingers open Harry up, and they moan, and they writhe, and they grind together until they're both desperate, clinging to each other.

"Please, please, Draco, please," Harry begs in-between intimate kisses and whimpers and ragged breaths in the dark. Draco hesitates for one more second, thrusts into Harry's prostate one more time, and then he's exchanging his fingers for his dick, and Harry is smiling at him like this is the most beautiful, wonderful thing he's ever experienced in his life. Draco really has to agree.

It's slow, saccharine sweet, and filled with kisses and throaty sounds and more than a few tears. There is more emotion here than Draco could ever properly express out loud, because there just aren't words for this. It feels like making love, like breaking apart with no intention of putting yourself back together again. Harry's legs are wrapped around his waist and his hands are running up and down his ribs, leaving tantalizing little scratches on his back. Draco's arms are bracketing his head, and they're both moving against each other, lips sliding, not exactly kissing anymore, just sharing space, like they can't fathom any part of their bodies not touching.

When Harry comes, clenching, shivering, trembling and sweat-slick, Draco can't help but following right after, leaping off of the precipice without abandon. The pleasure ripples through him and leaves white-hot sparks crowding out his vision. When they're done, sated and sticky, he moves to get off of Harry, to get something to get them both clean, but Harry, however boneless his orgasm made him, manages to tighten his grip.

"Stay," he says in a small shiver voice, "stay with me, please, stay, stay," he's chanting, begging, and Draco thinks that if he leaves him like this right now, Harry might just shatter. Fragile as glass. Suddenly getting clean doesn't matter at all.

"Okay," he says, kissing away salt from Harry's cheeks and wanting fiercely to protect this man from every harmful thing in the world. "Jesus, Harry, okay," he says again, and lets himself go loose in the embrace of his lover, who just accepts all of his weight like it's nothing. He falls asleep to the feeling of a smile pressed against his temple, and heat around his body, and a tinny, coppery, little "Thank you," that makes his chest ache in ways he can't even comprehend.

When he wakes up, he's clean, his sheets are clean, and the only thing left that tells him it wasn't a dream is the taste of salt and cherries and snow still on his tongue. But he knows, knows with a surety that makes him want to weep or to kill, that he will never see that Harry Potter again, for all that it took one insane, romantic, lust-addled night to fall completely in love with him.

He groans into his pillow, and swallows back the new tears that form, not for himself, but for a man he's beginning to think no longer exists.

He has no idea how right he is.

Still, never would he allow himself to be called anything but a man of action.

Harry, a Harry who has never seen a cupboard under the stairs or a scar on his forehead or a battlefield full of corpses, is more than a little bemused at the sight of a dolled up Draco Malfoy with a bouquet of flowers in hand. The flowers are apparently for him, along with an invite to a date that's even more surprising than that one time one of his students accidentally turned his desk into a thousand bees. Very angry bees.

Harry doesn't really know why he finds himself saying yes.

But he does.

#drarry #harry x draco #draco malfoy #harry potter #time travel #fanfic #fix-it fic #au

[minervahopebeyond]

Blood Daffodils.

Chapter 11: Her. (Part 1/2)

Theodore:

I think that I’m finally dying... Don’t get me wrong, I know She has to wait to take me away, but I saw Her.

It happened at the beach, we were already packed, ten days was our limit for being away from home, and Weasley suggested to go to the beach at night... Of course I said yes.

Everything was good, at first... I just had this feeling in the pit of my stomach that made me kind of nervous. Then, I saw Her.

Her long silky black hair and her dress seemed to shine with the light of the moon reflecting on them. I have to admit that She is a beauty... Her smile isn’t, though, it paralyzed me.

Death just stood in the middle of the sea, the waves were playing with her white transparent dress. It reminded me of the curtains from the veil, like she was carrying the doors to the other side with her... Like she could just walked up to where I was and take me.

I was scare, and Weasley was too. He couldn’t see what was happening but he kept trying to make me come back, apparently I just stared at the water for thirty minutes, just breathing and barely blinking.

We had to stay after that, Bill Weasley is a curse-breaker and Ron was convinced that what I experienced counted as curse-breaker territory. It didn’t, clearly, he was just too worried to care. We agreed to stay for a few more days, to check that it wouldn’t happen again. Yes, we are that naive, Theo; thanks for asking.

For the most part, it didn’t happen... Death presented herself when we were about to leave again, this time she took a few steps forward and I practically run inside of the cottage and had a coughing fit right there. I think she made me have one, does that make sense? I never had one not ‘Potter-related’, it was the first one, and I would very much for it to be the last.

I was kind of a mess so I asked Weasley to stay a little longer. I didn’t want her to follow me back home, not with Mr Potter there... She can’t take it back but I don’t know how a returned soul could react to her presence. I did every bloody ritual of protection that I could, hoping that it would be enough. I don’t think they worked. The feeling in my stomach is there... I think she is near, waiting.

She can’t take me until June, can’t she? Help me, Theo, you always knew the rules of this, way better than me.

Please be safe, I have enough dark and sad in my life as it is, I don’t need for you to die first too.

Draco.

Dear Theodore:

Merry Christmas. I made it through almost two months and she hasn’t taken me so yey! If you are asking wether I’m using jokes and sarcasm as a defense mechanism or not... The answer is yes, obviously.

It was my first Christmas without presents ever, I think it was what made it special, though. We danced and cooked and we forgot about this war for the last two days.

Did you know that the whole ‘complementary Patronus’ is actually a lie? It was invented by the pureblood families to ensure heteronormativity in the marriages. Part of me is shocked that we’ve been lied to and the other is not surprised at all. I’ve found out because Mr. Potter told us the truth. Turns out that finding the person who complements your Patronus is rather rare but not impossible... Potter’s mother had a doe as her Patronus, James’ is a stag.

I didn’t want to ask in front of Sirius, just in case, so I waited and then I asked Mr. Potter about it when we were alone doing the dishes (yes, I do the dishes now, how common). I asked him if Lily was his soulmate then, do you know what he told me?

‘Oh, kid. No. Don’t believe that crap. Women’s patronus tend to be female and men tend to have male ones, that stupid story is just made up to invalidate any same gender relationship.’ The only thing that’s true, is the fact that your Patronus shiftes and changes with love. Harry’s Patronus is a stag too, for example.

Have you ever tried to cast yours? I wonder what shape it would be... Probably something that runs fast, you always loved the feeling of freedom and the adrenaline. I honestly can’t imagine you with something domestic, like a cat or a dog, as your Patronus.

I have to go now, Weasley is forcing me to sleep for a while, at least.

As always, be safe.

Draco

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He felt gentle fingers caressing his cheek, his mind tried to focus on the sensation... Was this a dream?

His eyes fluttered open and he narrowed them, the sparkling green eyes and the smile he loved so much were the first things he saw. The flowers danced happily around his lungs, like they were greeting the gorgeous boy that was kneeling beside his bed.

Draco grabbed his hand and placed a little kiss on Potter’s palm, whispering a soft ‘Hi’, knowing that Weasley would kill them if they woke him up.

“Good morning.” Harry answered with a smile before tugging the blond boy’s hand, guiding him to leave the warm of his bed and follow him. Rubbing his eyes and yawning, Draco complied.

He put on his night robe and went to the bathroom to wash his face and teeth, a lame attempt to try to wake up and look like a person at this ungodly hour. Potter said that he would wait for him in the kitchen so he climbed down the stairs as quietly as he could and slowly made his way towards the room. When he opened the door, Harry was already heating up the water for the tea.

“Do you want me to prepare some eggs? Or pancakes.” The blond boy asked as he closed the door behind him and walked towards the boy. Potter didn’t respond at first, but when Draco was close enough, he took his hand and pulled him near.

“You didn’t even kiss me good morning, Malfoy. Where are your manners?” The blond boy let out a soft chuckle before their mouths connected.

To be fair, it started off being pretty chaste, just their lips touching. They tried to keep any PDA to a minimum, Draco didn’t like the idea of disrespecting Mr. Potter by snogging his son right in front of him. Harry didn’t seem to give a damn, though.

They kept on kissing. With each brush of their lips, the kiss seemed to deepen. It was too early in the morning and his brain wasn’t working quite properly yet to tell him restrain himself. A soft moan escaped Potter’s mouth and the boy pulled him even nearer. The dark-haired boy was now trapped between the kitchen counter and Draco’s hips. Harry separated their mouths for a second to catch some breath but quickly moved to attach his beautiful lips to the blond boy’s neck, mixing his fingers in his hair. He tried not to whimper at the feeling but it was in vain.

“Shit.” The grey-eyed breathed out and Harry chuckled, pleased with himself, and stopped kissing his neck to bit him softly. Draco kind of hated that he was at the other boy’s mercy... Or he loved it immensely, he couldn’t decide. Nonetheless, he grabbed Potter’s waist and lifted him to sit him at the counter with ease. What was he thinking? They never did something like this... Was it too much? His thoughts were interrupted completely by Harry moving to make room for him between his legs and slamming their lips together again.

He couldn’t even begin to explain what he felt inside of him, pure bliss, the flowers were fluttering around him in a haze. The tickles and the warm feeling spread from his lungs, to his heart and the rest of his body... Like an unstoppable sensation that he was growing addictive of.

Potter wrapped his legs around Draco’s waist and, much to the daffodils disdain, he stopped kissing him to speak. Harry groaned in annoyance.

“Don’t you think that this is a bit too much too fast?” He asked, his breath still agitated from before. The green-eyed boy just leaned to connect their lips together again but Draco stopped him. “Words, scarhead.” He heard him groaned again.

“Isn’t it obvious enough? No. Now, fucking kiss me before I hex you.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Between the kisses, Harry (being the bloody prat that he was) unbuttoned the blond boy’s shirt, one button at a time. By the time that he had realized it, the green-eyed boy was running his perfect hands slowly from Draco’s neck to his stomach, making him shiver.

That was how James and Sirius found them. Potter’s legs wrapped around him, his shirt undone and snogging on the kitchen counter.

“Excuse you.” Mr. Potter’s voice echoed in the room and Draco automatically removed himself from Harry’s personal space, trying to cover his bare chest. His face must have been red as the bloody Gryffindor flag.

“I’m so so so sorry, Mr Potter. I don’t know what came over me I-“ his stutter was cut short by the other boy’s response.

“It’s not such a big deal, dad.” He said, Draco couldn’t disagree more. He imagined being in James’ place right now... It couldn’t be fun at all to witness that, not fun at all.

“Little cousin, why don’t we leave and let these two talk, huh?”

“Actually, Padfoot, I would appreciate it very much if you didn’t try to escape from having this awkward talk with your godson. Kid, please go to your room.”

All orders, no place for disagreement. He knew better than to respond so he just started to march off the room, his eyes fixed on the floor.

“You can’t just send him away! We are both adults, you know? I can do what I want with my own body-“

“Harry, we are going talk about this. Next time, maybe you will think about it a little more before choosing the place where we all cook to do that.”

That was the last thing that he heard before he closed the door.

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