“What? Oh no!” Hermione squeaked. “I forgot to go to Charms!”

“But how could you forget?” said Harry. “You were with us till we were right outside the classroom!”

“I don’t believe it!” Hermione wailed. “Was Professor Flitwick angry? Oh, it was Malfoy, I was thinking about him and I lost track of things!” 

Dramione + texts [1/?] [insp]

Decided to use more cottagecore like colors lol hehe

Have I used this pose before? maybe. Is this all I know to draw? Who knows? ohohoho :> 

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“All of this silence and patience Pining and anticipation My hands are shaking from holding back from you”

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Narcissa and I — have never set eyes on our sister since she married the Mudblood.

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„You kiss by the book“ — Dramione Romeo and Juliet AU

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Quick art of Hermione and Crookshanks

6:45 pm

pairing: harry potter x pansy parkinson

setting: modern, non-magical, soulmates-at-first-touch au; sticks & stones series

notes: this is part of a very loosely connected drabble series. it can be read as a standalone.

Pansy critically eyes her reflection in the gleaming exterior window of Bloomingdale’s.

She steps forward, and then backward, cocking her head as the shimmering miniature seed pearls sewn down the stems of her stilettos catch the twinkling holiday lights dotting the overhang.  

Six and a half inches.

Daring, maybe, considering the thin layer of frost on the ground, but—

She flexes her calf muscle, arching up onto her toes, and watches with bated breath as the subtle curve of her ass pops just that slightest bit higher.  

Six and a half inches.

Daring, maybe, dangerous, certainly, but—

Worth it, she thinks with no small measure of satisfaction.  

She exhales, a wide, pleased smile stretching at the corners of her mouth, and then lifts her chin, tossing her hair as she starts to spin on her heel, already looking ahead to the line of taxis idling at the curb.

It happens quickly.

Too quickly.

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The sunlight was dazzling on the smooth surface of the lake, on the bank of which the group of laughing girls who had just left the Great Hall were sitting, with their shoes and socks off, cooling their feet in the water. Lupin had pulled out a book and was reading. Sirius stared around at the students milling over the grass, looking rather haughty and bored, but very handsomely so. James was still playing with the Snitch, letting it zoom farther and farther away, almost escaping but always grabbed at the last second. Wormtail was watching him with his mouth open. Every time James made a particularly difficult catch, Wormtail gasped and applauded. After five minutes of this, Harry wondered why James didn’t tell Wormtail to get a grip on himself, but James seemed to be enjoying the attention. Harry noticed his father had a habit of rumpling up his hair as though to make sure it did not get too tidy, and also that he kept looking over at the girls by the water’s edge.

You can close your eyes to things you don’t want to see, but you can’t close your heart to the things you don’t want to feel.

Because that’s how their story often begins–with innocent curiosity slowly overpowering hatred.

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