#obsessed harry potter

[sweetcatteahp]

Hermione teaching Harry to drive would go something like this:

Hermione: So pretend you're driving right now, and Malfoy and Parkinson walk onto the road. Think quickly! What do you hit?

Harry: Oh easy, the cow Parkinson, I could never hurt Draco, you know that Hermione.

Hermione: *pinching her nose bridge and sighing* The breaks Harry, the brakes, you hit the brakes. Oh my goodness, I didn't think it would be this hard to teach you this.. but to be fair I suppose I should have been more specific with you..

(this is not og, inspired by another post)

#harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry #harco #draco × harry #driving test #hermione teaching harry to drive #smitten harry #whipped harry #they're not even friends at this point #he is so obsessed #obsessed harry potter #protective harry #harry hates pansy parkinson #harry is so jealous #harry is jealous #jealous harry #exasperated hermione #hermione is so done with Harry

[ginasdiary]

Books don't offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw

~ David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

#dark academia #dark acadamia aesthetic #girlblogging #moodboard #harry potter #classic academia #vanilla girl #books and libraries #old aesthetic #old library #classic literature #literature #sleepy hollow #berlin #street art #dark aesthetic #dark feminine aesthetic #obsessive daydreaming #coffee #heavenly delusion #gothic romanticism #dark romanticism #romantic academia #romanticism #ancient rome #coquette aesthetic #candles #fyp #poets on tumblr #studyblr

[faiell]

caught

#drarry #hpdm #harry is down bad #i imagined harry is an auror here? #anyways i wanted to have draco drawing his wand on him and harry barely reacting #what’s that one tag again #harry potter is obsessed with draco malfoy #doodle

[starrylayle]

To all those shippers that depict Sirius as a self-absorbed, short, fem twink with a flare for dramatics -- and Remus as a tall, angry, buff, dom werewolf daddy -- go ahead, it's a fully rounded dynamic! You're actually shipping Gilderoy Lockhart x Fenrir Greyback though! Remember to tag correctly folks! Hope this helps 🥰 🥰 

#remus lupin #sirius black #marauders #marauders era #wolfstar #marauders hcs #anti fanon #gilderoy lockhart #y'all this is a joke btw #yes these characterisations annoy me #but at the end of the day we're all obsessing over the fucking harry potter series #i just enjoy being a hater #but also.... #maybe consider ur not actually a sirius stan but a gilderoy one? #lmaoo i need to chill #anyways #anti marauders fandom #kinda.....? #fenrir greyback

[hephaestiions]

It stands to reason that Harry’s holding groceries when he runs into Draco Malfoy for the first time in twenty years.

Well— doesn’t run into, exactly. No, more like peers through a shop window like a right barmy bastard, bits of overspilling lettuce brushing his arm and passers-by on Diagon shooting him strange looks.

Of course Malfoy has to look up from the till— because, yes, Draco Malfoy is a shopkeeper on Diagon Alley apparently— and see him goggling. So, of course, Harry has to step inside, as though he meant to make a stop at— right, yeah, Narcissus Needlework Studio— all along, holding brown paper packages of vegetables.

Malfoy’s frowning when Harry makes his way over to the till.

“I don’t want any trouble,” he says. “I’ve registered the shop, everything’s perfectly within regulation—“

“Trouble?” Harry blinks. “Oh, no. I’m not an Auror. Anymore.”

“I know that,” Malfoy says unhappily. “The whole Wizarding World all over Europe knows that. Only you’ve never left well enough alone, have you, Potter?”

Harry’s forty next month. He’s lived twenty years seeing hide nor hair of Draco Malfoy, and he’s never gone looking. Well, except for that one time when he was twenty one and went to the Manor as a trainee Auror for a— well, it was a routine check, really. And that other time when he was twenty five and thought he saw a man at a club who looked just like Malfoy from the back and was convinced for four months Malfoy was back in London and must be up to something if no one knew about it. And that time when he was thirty two— and, oh, alright, Harry hasn’t ever left well enough alone, not when it comes to Malfoy, at least.

This time, though, Harry really didn’t go looking. And it’s definitely Malfoy.

“I just wanted some— thread,” Harry says. A needlework studio should have some of that, shouldn’t it?

“Thread,” says Malfoy. He looks down, deliberately, at Harry’s lettuce.

“For Molly,” Harry says. “As a, um, birthday present. New shop on Diagon, thought I’d pop by. Seemed the place, you know. Didn’t know it was yours.”

Molly’s birthday, Malfoy doesn’t need to know, is in December. It’s June.

Malfoy continues to stare at him, until Harry’s unsure whether to get indignant about it all or turn tail and flee.

“Well,” says Malfoy before he can make a choice. “Embroidery yarn for you, then, Potter. Come along.”

-

“I’ll see you again, I assume,” Malfoy says at the end of what transpires to be a surprisingly smooth purchase.

Harry nods.

He only realises after he leaves that there’s no reason for him to come back. He’s seen it for himself— what Draco Malfoy’s up to these days. Nothing nefarious or suspicious, just yarn and needles and tapestries on Diagon.

Except, well, he’s committed now, hasn’t he? And Harry Potter’s a man of his word. He said yes, when Malfoy asked— Malfoy asked!— so he’ll be back.

And really, if he has to invent Hermione’s sudden new and passionate interest in needlework— well. That’s between Harry and his lettuce.

written for @drarrymicrofic’s prompt “sewing”. i just personally think harry james potter could be seventy five and still rapidly become obsessed with draco malfoy at any given moment.

#drarry #hpdm #drarry microfic #drarrymicrofic #draco malfoy #harry potter #drarry fic #drarry fic rec #geets microfics #i just personally find this bit of their completely canon dynamic beyond hilarious #obsessed little freaks

[siriussslut]

mmmm okay you said you like cum so im thinking… evan cumming on your pussy and then licking it all away as an innocence kink thing…?

-🪱 (im claiming that one!!)

guys these cum reqs are killing me i’m so obsessed. feel free to send more😇😇🤗

warnings: innocence kink, humping, bruising, praise, mention of virginity

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evan’s cock slams into your thigh, hard and pulsating. he groans as he humps your glistening skin, grinding into your thigh. “fuck, babygirl, you’re so beautiful.”

you groan, arching your back against his mattress. “look at your pretty little princess parts.” he rubs a finger against the outer lips of your cunt, gently tugging on the pubic hair.

he slips his cock between your thighs, squeezing them tight. he thrusts in and out between the flesh, groaning. you push open your legs, pulling him closer to you. his cock reaches your pussy, hovering inches away.

he fucks your folds, slamming his dick into your clit. the harder he thrusts, the wetter you get, dripping around his shaft.

still, he refuses to enter you. “gotta keep this perfect pussy innocent.”

your clit is swollen and bruised, and still begging for more friction. he squeezes your thighs as he thrusts, reaching up with one hand to play with your tits.

“oh— baby. you’re so—” he cuts himself off, slamming faster and faster into your swollen, aching mess of a pussy.

he shakes as he comes, pumping load after load of cum onto your cunt. he releases what seems an irregular amount, painting your pussy and thighs white with his seed.

when he comes down from his high, he can’t tear his eyes away from the mess. “my doll looks so pretty covered in my babies.”

“i love your babies,” you slur, drunk on the feeling of his eyes on your skin, of his now soft cock sitting against your thigh.

“gotta keep this pussy clean,” he says, leaning down so that his face is above your cunt. “keep your princess parts safe and innocent.” he licks along your folds, collecting his cum on his tongue. he swallows and groans.

“tastes so much better after touching my babygirl.”

he swallows it all, and you watch the bobbing of his adam’s apple every time.

he sits up, admiring your freshly clean pussy, wet and bruised.

he slaps it as he gets up. “my pretty little virgin.”

#he’s so obsessed with innocence actually he told me #neeeeeeed him to bruise my pussy #evan rosier #evan rosier smut #evan rosier x reader #evan rosier x reader smut #smut #marauders #marauders smut #marauders era #marauders era smut #harry potter smut #hp smut

[floatyflowers]

Dark Tom Riddle x Muggle! Reader (Things he would say to you)

"Speaking with those filthy muggle friends of yours"

"I know that you are also a muggle, you don't have to remind me every time"

"I got rid of them for your safety, stop being ungrateful"

"If I was truly evil, you would have been dead right after you spoke to ex-boyfriend"

"Don't be silly, naive muggles such as yourself couldn't possibly survive on their own"

"If you cross me, I might have to take drastic action."

"You don’t get to have an opinion, you don't know what is best for you, love"

"Stop crying, it's just a hug"

"I show my love with actions not with silly words"

"I gave you too much freedom, you are not allowed out of the house from now on"

"Maybe the Imperius curse will fix your horrible behavior"

#yandere tom riddle #tome riddle x reader #tw: toxic relationships #reader insert #harry potter #possessive #obsessive #love #hate #mind control

[billsbae]

barty and harry: *accidentally set the kitchen on fire*

barty: we need an adult!!

harry: uncle barty you're an adult!

barty: we need an adultier adult! go get you're father

harry: DAAAAAD!!

barty: no, no this one, we need regulus

harry: PAPAAAAAA

#i'm obsessed with barty and harry's relationship as you can see #or just obsessed with rosekiller with harry #jegulus raising harry #jegulus #harry james potter #barty crouch junior #uncle barty and harry #uncle barty #james potter #regulus black #the marauders #slytherin skittles raising harry #slytherin skittles #harry potter #hp #the marauders raising harry #baby harry potter #baby harry #rosekiller babysitting harry #rosekiller

[iamnmbr3]

Harry: So I chose someone a little bit unusual to go to Slughorn's party with me but-

Ron: Oh no. Oh no. It's happening isn't it? It's actually happening.

Harry: What?

Ron: Is the person very blond?

Harry: Yes.

Ron: With silver eyes?

Harry: Yeah actually. How did you-

Ron: And do they idolize their father and repeat all of his crazy views as fact?

Harry: Yup! You've guessed it! Or did someone already tell you I'm going with- Ron? Are you alright?

Ron: I can't believe it. It happened. It actually happened. Hermione and I saw this coming but oh Merlin.

Harry: What's wrong with taking Luna?

Ron: Luna? .... Oh. Oh. LUNA. LUNA LOVEGOOD.

Harry: Obviously.

Ron: YOU'RE TAKING LUNA LOVEGOOD! THANK GOD!

Harry: ...Yes. Who did you think I meant?

Ron: Nevermind but wow you sure have a type huh?

#no but for real i will never get over harry taking luna in book 6 right in the middle of his draco obsession #and describing her as having a habit of 'repeating her father's bizarre views as fact' and noting her hair and silver eyes #i swear fics are subtler #drarry #crack #drarry crack #Harry Potter #harry potter and the half blood prince #harry x draco #draco x harry #h/d #harry/draco #harco #my post

[lovebotmo]

like the movies

by: @lovebotmo

In her seventh year, Y/n has yet to be in a relationship, a fact her friends are all too eager to call attention to. More than anything, Y/n desperately wants to be won over, to have a love like those in the Muggle movies she adores. She wants someone to work for her attention and show that they care. What happens when a secret admirer enters her life, promising to do just that? Will her fanciful notions of a perfect love bar her from accepting the newly discovered affections of a certain roguish Slytherin?

pairing: theodore nott x reader

rating: fluff

status: ongoing

author's note: hi!! if you don't know me, my name is mo! i write from time to time (read: year to year) and i've recently been obsessed with theodore nott and he's made me want to write for the first time in a while so...here we are! i hope you enjoy :) this post will function as my masterlist for this series, so stay tuned!

chapter list:

chapter one - falling behind

chapter two - moly blossoms

chapter three - caramel creams

chapter four - the feathered visitor

chapter five - late library nights

#im obsessed with his fancast omfg #theo nott #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott #slytherin boys #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x y/n #harry potter #harry potter au #hp fanfic #hp fandom #lovebotmo #hp fanfcition #theodore nott fic #theodore nott fanfic #theo nott imagine #theo nott x y/n #theo nott x reader #theo nott x you #theo nott fluff #theodore nott fluff #lovebotmo writing #Spotify

[accio-sriracha]

"Not to sound like a slut or anything but can I please peel your orange for you?"

Sirius Black to Remus Lupin at some point, probably.

#harry potter #marauders #marauders era #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #marauders headcanon #remus x sirius #wolfstar headcanon #wolfstar hc #wolfstar textpost #incorrect wolfstar quotes #incorrect marauders quotes #incorrect sirius black quotes #he's so obsessed #it's becoming a problem #we love him though #peeling oranges for a lover #literally peak romance

[lackadaisicallizard]

Sundays

Growing up, Regulus hated Sundays. 

Sundays were mornings spent in church, pretending to the world that they were a perfect family. Sundays were stuffy clothes and tight ties wrapped around throats spouting nothing but lies about the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black. 

Sundays were carefully coordinated games disguised as family lunches, the entire extended family coming together to outdo each other in just how well they were doing. Sundays were masterclasses in manipulation, lies and deceit. 

But now, fifteen years later on the most ordinary of all days, Regulus can hear voices coming from the kitchen. 

“I think that’s enough eggs, Haz, why don’t you add more flour now?” 

“How much do I need to add?” 

“I have no idea, just pour until it looks right.” 

Sliding on his slippers, Regulus makes his way out of the bedroom and down the hall, stopping in the doorway of the kitchen. He leans against the doorframe for a moment, watching the scene in front of him. 

“How’s it going there?” His husband peers into the mixing bowl that seems to have more eggs in it than any hen could feasibly lay in a year. 

“The flour won’t come out of the bag,” Harry says with a frown. 

“Try banging on the end of it,” James suggests and before Regulus can even consider stepping in to stop him, their son does just that. He is far too much like his father for his own good sometimes. 

Flour ends up everywhere. 

“Papa’s going to kill me,” Harry groans through a layer of white dust. 

“Papa doesn’t have to know,” James says, “you finish the batter and I’ll clean it up.” 

Harry stirs it, a puff of flour rising into the air. “I think it may be beyond saving now, Dad.” 

“J’en ai marre,” their heads whip around at the sound of Regulus’ voice, both faces a similar mask of concern. “You two are useless.” 

He steps into the kitchen now, holding out his hand for the bowl, which Harry passes him with a guilty expression. “I love you?” 

Regulus’ own expression softens completely at that and he places the bowl on the counter before holding out his arms for his son. Harry moves into them without hesitation, being pulled into a warm embrace and leaning into his father. “Tu es la lumière de ma vie,” Regulus says, pressing a kiss to the top of Harry’s soft curls before pulling back and looking at him in the eyes. “That doesn’t mean you can get flour all over my kitchen though, compris?” 

“Oui papa, désolé. We were just trying to make you breakfast in bed.” 

“It’s true,” James cuts in, a smile pulling up the corner of his lips, “we know you’ve had a long week so we thought we’d make some pancakes.” 

Regulus smiles back, he can’t help himself. “I’m not sure which one of you thought you could pull that off considering the great scrambled egg fiasco last month.” 

“Those eggs were delicious and you know it!” 

“I had to go to the store for more and make them myself.” 

“… my comment still stands,” James says with a grin and Regulus rolls his eyes at his husband. 

“Harry, go and fetch the chocolate chips from the cupboard and I’ll attempt to salvage this.” 

Harry disappears into the pantry and as Regulus starts to decanter as much flour as he can from the very floury bowl, he feels arms wrap around him from behind. 

“I’m sorry about the flour,” James’ voice is low in his ear. 

Regulus hums. “I would say I’m surprised, but I’m not.” 

A soft chuckle followed by lips against his hair. “I’m also sorry for ruining your Sunday, love. I know it’s the first day you’ve had off in a while.” 

But the thing is, he hasn’t. 

Because Regulus knows what a bad Sunday feels like. They’re ingrained into his brain. 

But this right here? Making far too much batter to even out the mountain of flour that he can’t salvage from the bowl. Allowing his son to add almost an entire bag of chocolate chips to the mixture. Watching his husband smother a tower of pancakes with syrup and whipped cream. Cleaning up an incredibly messy kitchen together as a family after they’ve done. 

Well, this is what Sundays are now. They’re not perfect, or proper, or in the least bit civilised. 

And he loves every one. 

#marauders #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #jegulus raising harry #jegulus dads #I'm obsessed with them

[never-looked-so-good]

📷 @/ch_leclerc16

#my favorite harry potter obsessed babygirl #charles leclerc #f1 #formula 1 #monaco 2023

[maddybthorne]

One of my favorite things in the Harry Potter fandom is how we all *know* Lucius Malfoy is so fucking tired of hearing about Harry Potter.

It (of course) starts when Harry Potter defeated Voldemort, the gossip and hero worship (or hatred) he could not escape, he’s a well known public figure he needs to be able to socialize with the general population. It’s fine, he told himself, it will die down in a few years. Then I will be free of Potter.

Then comes his son’s first year. September 1st 1991 he gets a letter from his son. The first words are “Harry Potter refused to be my friend” nothing about the sorting besides a footnote. No he gets five paragraphs detailing his son’s interaction with Potter. It’s fine, he told himself, my son will eventually get over this (he never does). Then I will be free of Potter.

Then Voldemort is resurrected. And all he talks about is Harry Potter. Capturing him, torturing him, killing him. Doesn’t matter what the conversation starts as. It will always turn back to Harry Potter. It’s fine, he tells himself, my lord will eventually kill the boy. Then I will be free of Harry Potter.

The battle of Hogwarts. Harry Potter is dead. Lucius feels a deep sense of relief for the first time in roughly 8 years. His son can’t keep complaining about the boy, the dark lord has succeeded and the general public will surely be banned from speaking of the boy. He’s finally free.

And then. After being hit by a killing curse in front of his eyes. Harry Potter takes off his invisibility cloak and shows everyone he’s alive. And then he wins the war.

And Lucius dies a bit on the inside. Not because his lord is dead. Not because he will probably be locked away in Azkaban.

No. It’s because now more than ever, everyone will be talking about Harry Fucking Potter.

I’d like to believe it drove him to a mental breakdown.

(And then, post war he’s just chilling as a hermit or something, maybe in Azkaban, relieved that he can’t really talk to people so they can’t bring up Harry Potter. And his son walks in and says he wants to introduce his new boyfriend.

And it’s Harry. Fucking. Potter.

He tries to jump out a window.)

#fandom #harry potter #lucius malfoy #voldemort #draco malfoy #headcanon #Lucius losing his mind #he just wants to know why everyone is obsessed with this boy #everyone is obsessed with Harry Potter #Lucius has regrets #fan theory #If drarry happens post war Lucius just breaks down #because he will never escape Harry Potter #drarry

[diangelosdays]

jegulus spiderman au anyone?

#im a little bit obsessed #jegulus #hp #james potter #regulus black #the marauders #marauders era #harry potter #hp fandom #spiderman au #spiderman #ive been itching to draw them for like two weeks ahdjsj i finally had time #spiderman james potter #spiderman jegulus #fanart #marauders fanart #art #james x regulus #jegulus fanart #just lovers #zeppazariel #jegulus fic

[mrsmikaelsxn]

His Obsession

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pairing: tom riddle x female reader

warnings: somewhat stalking, obsession, possessive, kissing, fluff

summary: you were a new student and you have taken the interest of tom riddle, he decides he wants to know everything about you

a/n: i'm a sucker for obsessive tom, what can i say

song: we belong together - ritchie valens

Tom Riddle. A name that brought fear to most students. He was powerful, and had intelligence that the professors admired. He excelled in all of his classes with flying colors.

He knows most things about all the people in his year, and a good amount of stuff about the students in higher and lower years as well.

So it was a bit of a shock when he saw you stroll into the great hall. Headmaster Dippet had called you up to the stool to be sorted into your house.

After a short while, the hat called out Slytherin. He couldn't be more grateful, seeing as how you were a sight for sore eyes. Many people must agree seeing as there were many others that seemed to be checking you out.

He quietly observed all of your movements from where he was sitting, trying his best to read you.

His 'friends' noticed his almost zoned out gaze and called his name. His attention was brought back in front of him as he looked at his followers with an annoyed expression.

The day was over as quick as it started. The next day, he noticed you were in most of his classes, allowing him to study you more. He had his followers do research on you and your family's background. He had them around the castle to keep an eye on you.

He felt a sort of pull towards you, he wanted to know everything about you.

In the potions class, he saw you sat in the back. Normally he would sit in the front of his classes, but he took the seat next to you today.

"Hi," you greet with a nod, looking at him take out a quill.

"Hello, I'm Tom RIddle," says, voice like silk.

"Y/n," you smile at him.

"What brings you to Hogwarts?"

"My family moved, I used to go to Beauxbatons," you explain. He hums and turns his attention to the professor.

Since then, you have become almost friends. He began to tutor you for potions, the one class you did not have an outstanding in. You still had high marks for that class, but you wanted to try and get all O's.

He had taken a great liking to you.

He most likely wouldn't admit his feelings, he thought it was impossible for him to feel such things because of him being conceived under a love potion. Yet, you come along and prove him wrong.

He wasn't really one for public affection, but he was different in private.

Even though he didn't necessarily do things such as holding your hand, or having an arm around your shoulder, people would say he was obsessed with you. His eyes and attention were wherever you were.

There was something about you that was so ethereal to him.

Whenever someone looked at you for too long, or in a bad way, he dealt with them when you were somewhere else in the castle.

Today was the day of your date with him. He had finally decided to ask you to accompany him on a 'picnic' as you called it. He said it was just a meal outside but you discarded that.

He used his wandless and non-verbal magic to quickly set up the secluded area as you got ready.

A bit later you met him there and couldn't stop a bright smile from forming. He loved your smile, it was one of his favorite things about you. He would always find a way to make you smile, and if you weren't with him, he already had it engraved in his mind for him to imagine.

"Hello, y/n. You look lovely, as always," he greets you kissing your hand.

"Tom," you blush and avert your eyes. "I think you look dashing as well," you smile and pat his chest.

"Well, come sit," he says as he goes to sit in the spot set up. It has a beautiful view of the mountains and the Black Lake.

"This view is stunning," your eyes shine, taking in the phenomenal scene in front of you.

"Mine is too," he says gazing at you.

"My goodness Tom, stop with your flattery," you laugh covering your face to hide your even more reddened cheeks.

"I am only speaking the truth," he replies, bringing his hands to your wrists and pulling your hands from your face.

"You are the most exquisite person I've met," you pat his cheek.

"I know," he grins. You roll your eyes and go to resort, when you felt his lips on yours.

You recover from the temporary shock and kiss back. You had fancied him for some time now. You knew he was different with you, but never would you have thought he would return your feelings. No kisses have ever felt this intimate before, the way he kissed you was as if he was trying to show you how much he cared for you.

You had to pull back for some air after a minute.

"Tom," you mutter as he looks at your swollen lips and jovial face. This is, in fact, his first kiss. He has never felt an attraction to any other person before. On top of that, he was always so focused on his education and plans for the future.

"Y/n," he breathes out.

"What was that for," you whisper playfully.

"For you being perfect," he whispers kissing you again. When you two break apart, he asks you to go to hogsmeade with him. To which you replied with, "I would be a fool to ever turn you down, Tom," as you look at him with such love that had his heart beating so fast he thought he would have a heart attack.

#nina writes 🤭💗 #tom riddle #obssession #tom riddle x you #headmaster dippet #harry potter #harry potter x you #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle imagine #tom riddle oneshot #tom riddle fanfiction #tom riddle fanfic #tom marvolo riddle #harry potter fanfiction #possessive tom riddle #obsessed tom riddle #death eaters #tom riddle fluff #harry potter fluff