Hinny five years into their marriage

Harry: Oh merlin.

Ginny: What?

Harry: I had a crush on Malfoy...

Ginny: Yeah?

Harry: You don't sound surprised.

Ginny: Oh you're just realising this

Harry: What do you mean I'm just realising it?

Ginny: Um.. I thought that's how you figured out you were into guys

Harry: Huh?

Ginny: I-It's not? Damn I thought we had the Druna Bisexual Awakening Solidarity going on

Harry: The what?

Ginny: Well Druna was my bi awakening, so I thought it was yours too.. bc for me if was Luna for you it was Draco

Harry: No.. no. I didn't really realise until I had to save Ron from the lake during fourth year

Ginny: Um.. so you really didn't know?

Harry: No?!

Ginny: How are you the last to find out about this?

Harry: What do you mean?

Ginny: Draco knows, Hermione knows

Harry: They do?!

Ginny: Yeah...

Harry:

Ginny: If it's any consolation, Ron probably doesn't know.

Harry:

Ginny: Yeah I didn't think so

Harry: Wow...

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I love you, don't you?

"Draco! Draco! Will you- you just-" Harry panted, putting his hands on his knees to take a gulp of breath after running after him, "stop."

Draco turned and shoved Harry's shoulder as if to say 'fuck you' which he already had before he had left Harry sitting dumbly at the table. Harry winced but grabbed his arm, "come on, I- please, can we talk?"

Draco tugged out of his reach and stepped away, "we can talk with a little distance between us."

Harry frowned, "I don't want to hurt you, Draco. I really don't. I love the friendship we have but... but Ginny... she doesn't trust you and..." he rubbed his forehead with two of his fingers, "she's completely in the wrong and I disagree with her. I do. I really do. I just don't know how to convince her that you won't hurt me."

Draco pressed his lips into a thin line, a pain beginning to form in his chest. Did he really call what they have a friendship? Draco was sure they were more than that with the way Harry slept with his head in his lap sometimes or carded his finger through his blond hair or... kissed his cheek in greeting, teasing him relentlessly whenever his face turned red. It wasn't just friendship, he knew it. He could feel it, with the lingering touches and the stolen glances and the shy smiles they shared. He hadn't seen that between Harry and Ginny. Not since the war.

Harry looked at him with worry in his green eyes, silently pleading him to say something. He probably didn't even see the blatant hurt and jealousy on Draco's face or even realised that there was something so special between them. Oblivious git, Draco rolled his eyes.

It was only a minute before Draco's resolve crumbled, a man could withstand those bedroom eyes for so long. He sighed, "the solution is simple, Harry. We just simply don't talk anymore. Will that please your girlfriend?"

"No!" Harry said, suddenly, straightening his posture a bit, "can't we compromise? I can't not talk to you..." His face was bent in pain and confusion, "you're my friend, Draco. My best friend. I can't lose you."

Draco swallowed, "tell me, Potter. Does Weasley truly love you?"

Harry nodded, "yes. She tells me that all the time." He was lying, Draco knew.

"Then why would she make you choose between her and me? I wouldn't. She's your girlfriend, you love her and would probably marry her and have ginger babies but that won't stop me from being your friend."

Harry looked away, he pressed a hand to his chest in thought as if mulling over what Draco just said. Without another word, Draco left.

Maybe Harry didn't have feelings for Draco, just maybe. But that wasn't possible because he knew him better than anyone, he had spent years looking at him, his face was already an open book and Draco basked in the adoration that Harry kept in his eyes, only for Draco.

He just hoped Harry would sort his mind and decide if Draco was a friend or something even more.

The pain in his chest didn't ebb away like he thought it would. It only grew.

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the writing is so raw, i swear. i haven't written drarry in so long, just had a rare burst of inspiration, let me know your thoughts!! xx (part 2???)

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Tom: *sleeps in Harry's bed*

*buys Harry silk pyjamas*

*touches Harry at every available opportunity*

Harry: Boy, it sure is sad that Tom's not really interested in me :(

D U M B A S S

- Hidden Treasure by mosiva

harry potters the type of bitch to walk in on dean and seamus literally fucking and be like. wow the bestest of friends those two are. such good pals. best buds.

Married to a Brute Chapter 2 now up!

"So, did you read Night Terrors? Howlingoblin’s latest Golazar that I owled you?"

"Uhhh....yeah."

"Did the snake part absolutely blow your mind?"

"Yeah…yeah the snake. That snake killed so many people."

"Killed so many people?? What are you talking about? The only snake part in the whole story is when Sal has tied up Godric spread-eagled on his bed and then he commands the snake in parseltongue to....you know.."

Gregory looked a bit green in the face.

"How did you miss that part? That story is famous for that part."

"Actually Draco, I've been reading Golga fics lately. I really like those."

Draco was gobsmacked. "Golga? Surely you don't mean Godric and Helga Hufflepuff!"

His instinct was to savagely make fun of that pairing because who even read Golga fics?? There was no contention, no dilemma, nothing to make the plot interesting. Godric and Helga probably just held hands and skipped around a field of daisies with a litter of crups on their heels. He managed to temper himself though. Gregory's friendship was important to him and he didn't want to hurt his feelings. He didn't want to be like Pansy, coldly dismissing what your friends said.

"Oh!" he remarked, "But...isn't that...you know..boring?"

Gregory's face had lit up. "No. They're really sweet, and romantic. Plus, Golazar fics are so dark. I feel really uncomfortable reading those.”

“What do you mean?”

Greg looked a bit scared, so Draco tempered his expression. “What do you mean?” he repeated in a sweeter voice.

“It’s just..the last three stories you sent me had Salazar holding Godric prisoner in a dungeon and manipulating him into having sex.”

“That’s just one type of stories. I thought you liked those. There’s all sorts of Golazar fics. There’s one in which Sal sacrifices his life to save Godric and Godric only realizes after he’s dead. It’s a real tearjerker. I’ll owl you that one.”

Gregory was avoiding eye contact and looking guilty. “I’ve tried others but they all have a dark vibe. It makes me feel weird.”

He was beginning to feel offended. “Well it’s just fiction. You don’t have to be so judgmental about it.”

“No Draco No! I’m not being judgmental. I’ve always thought you had great taste. It’s just not for me personally. Honestly, I can see the appeal of the ship though. It’s so intense. It’s like you and Potter.”

Draco felt himself go red in the face. He gave an embarrassed laugh. “No it’s not. Godric and Sal are friends to enemies to lovers. Potter and I were never friends. And now we’re…we’re just enemies.”

“Golazar isn’t real though, but you’re going to marry Potter,” replied Gregory, sincerely, without any hint of irony.

Lemon Scones and Blueberry Muffins

for @hdcandyheartsfest 's prompt: Bakery Read the sequel here rated: G CW: Baker Harry, Oblivious Harry, Pining/Flustered Draco, Pre relationship

He had just finished his final batch of scones, when the bell above the front door rang, and none other than Draco Malfoy stepped into his bakery, again. Over the past month, Malfoy had been visiting his shop more and more frequently. He didn’t understand why Malfoy kept coming back, surely his scones and pastries weren’t that good. It had to be some practical joke, some sort of prank on him, but he couldn’t see what the joke could be. He couldn’t see what Malfoy would be getting out of these interactions. And it wasn’t as if Malfoy was rude when he bought pastries from him, so he couldn’t see what the point in all of it was. He was about to lose his temper, as this was the third time Malfoy had visited his shop that day. And it wasn’t as if he hadn’t just left, so he couldn’t have possibly needed another pastry already. But if Malfoy was going to test his customer service skills, he wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing him crack. “Hello, again.” He looked Malfoy up and down, seeing that his face was already turning red. “Forget something?” Malfoy fidgeted, coming to a stop next to the case of pastries. “Uh… No. I mean, yes. Yes, I did.” Harry stared down at Malfoy, waiting for him to point to one of the sweets, so he could package it up for him and be finished with the interaction, but Malfoy was just staring at him, looking entirely lost. He cleared his throat. “Well, which one would you like?” Malfoy startled, turning his gaze back to the display case. “Oh. Uhm. Maybe…” He pointed to a lemon scone. “One of those.” He flicked his wand, the scone levitating into the air, as it was wrapped in parchment paper and sealed shut with a sticker that had the logo of his shop in the middle of it. “Anything else?” Malfoy had returned to staring. “And one of those.” He was pointing at a blueberry muffin. He wished Malfoy would just point to everything at once, so he could wrap them all with one flick of his wand, instead of having to do them all individually, but he suspected Malfoy was doing it intentionally, making him waste his time, so he couldn’t get back to work. Once the muffin was wrapped with perfection, he set it down beside the scone. “Will that be all?” “Uh. You uh… You have a really nice shop here.” It was his turn to stare at Malfoy. “Right. Thank you. Anything else?” Malfoy was fidgeting, his hands tucked in his pockets, as he rocked back and forth on his heels. “Er. No?” He didn’t know why Malfoy was asking it as if it was a question. He either didn’t want to buy anything else or he did, it was a simple yes or no question. Growing weary with the entire conversation, he set both of the baked goods into a sack, before he rang everything up. “That’ll be nine galleons.” Malfoy was staring at him, a strange, glazed look on his face. “What?” He was about to throw the sack directly at Malfoy’s head. “Nine galleons. For the pastries?” “Oh. Right. Sorry.” He dug the golden coins out of his pocket, setting them on the counter. “Thank you.” The rumpled sack floated through the air, depositing itself in Malfoy’s hands. Only, Malfoy wasn’t leaving. He was just standing there and staring again. “Can I help you?” Malfoy startled, his already red face turning impossibly redder. “No.” Harry watched, as he hurried out of the shop, letting in a cold gust of wind, as the door shut behind him. He didn’t know what to make of any of that, but he was fairly certain he’d be seeing him again soon. 

so we all know how JKR said she hates that we all love draco right? & we also know she projected herself and her problems into Harry Potter… so is it fair to say she created draco’s character based off an ex boyfriend maybe? & that’s why she hates that we all love him?

i fucking hope so bc that would be hilarious.

HAHA fuck you JKR we are all in love with your ex

And who's more different than Tom Marvolo Riddle and Harry James Potter....

Both with different beliefs , time and nature....

Yet they have the strongest spark between them....

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I like how in Half-Blood prince harrys just like " my dad is the half-blood prince oh my gosh!!"

And then there's

James Prankster Potter being a Pure-blood like🧍‍♂️ i bet he was thinking "no you idiot i'm a pure-blood!!!" Or " maybe i was the half-blood prince, dange that's a cool name nothing can beat the marauders though" i agree with the last sentence

i had to get the slytherins out of my head. also the dynamic i personally imagine for eighth year drarry

Thanks for the suggestion!! I think they’re super cute. Can see Harry having a pretty big bi boy crush on Charlie, honestly

Are we ever going to talk about how The Marauders fandom is physically unable to like a character unless they're flawless

this is kinda a rant so if your sensitive don't read but i've been seeing a pattern recently

like for example:

The headcannon that Sirius lost all of his friends and regretted the prank when in cannon nobody gave a shit apart from Snape

The headcannon that Mary obliviated herself turning into Dumbledore obliviating Mary. I swear people started noting how selfish it could be to erase the memories of your friends who died in a war and leave their orphaned son so the fandom had to change the headcannon so that Mary doesn't do it but Dumbledore does cause god forbid one of these characters actually does something shitty on their own accord

Any idea of Regulus, Barty or Evan going to Dumbeldore for help and Dumbledore rejecting them. Dumbledore would've jumped on having another Death Eater spy for him. When have we ever seen him turn anyone down???

Literally anything relating to Regulus Barty and Evan being forced to do things

I literally once saw somebody say "what if the only reason why Barty was with Bellatrix was because they were having a memorial for Regulus and he was innocent the entire time"

Any kind of excuse that people give for Remus marrying and impregnating Tonks only to run the moment responsibility crops up

Calling misogyny whenever a female character is a villain in a fic or whenever Lily or Tonks are bad mothers (i've talked about this before but fanfiction does not equal headcannons and just because Lily or Tonks or anyone is a bad parent in a fic or is villaised doesn't mean that the writer doesn't like the character or sees them as a bad person)

Ignoring that Evan was friends with Snape, Mulciber, Avery and Wilkes while at Hogwarts (people the fandom villainies)

Any excuse that anyone comes up with for what James and Sirius did in Snapes worst memory

i could go on and on but my point is that nearly every character in the marauders era that we have information on is in some way morally grey and i am so sick of seeing people excuse their actions or coming up with far fetched headcannons to make them more "likeable" I LIKE THEN FUCKED UP A LITTLE STOP MAKING THEM SO BORING

Under the mistletoe

"And you're sure it'll only stop the two of them?" Draco asked, his eyes narrowed and skeptical of the curly haired Gryffindor.

"Yes, Malfoy, I'm sure." Hermione replied, annoyed at the Slytherin boys skeptics.

(✿◕‿◕✿)

Theodore Nott and Y/N L/N were completely oblivious and deep in denial. The amount of times the two gushed to their respective friends about something the other did was far too many.

It was obvious that they liked each other. Everyone knew, but them it seemed, and it was unbearable. Especially for their friends who couldn't take the constant talks about how much one liked the other but 'It would never happen because he's way out of my league.' or 'She deserves better than me.'

So Harry did the unspeakable, he went and talked to Draco. The two groups came up with a plan.

It was the holidays, Theo and Y/n were already practically a couple, doing things together that no normal friends would, all they weren't doing was kissing or shagging.

The two groups knew there was no way of really forcing them to confess, but if they could get the two to kiss then they'd have to confront the obvious attraction they felt for the other, and surely they wouldn't be able to deny the face that the other liked them.

It was nearly fool proof. The just had to find a way to execute it.

"Mistletoe!" Blaise shouted, grinning as he ran into the room of requirement, the official meeting place for operation Kiss, as Blaise suggested, though no one else wanted to call it that there was no other options.

"What're you on about." Ron said, frowning.

"Mistletoe!" Blaise repeated, still grinning like a madman as he held up the tiny bundle of mistletoe, showing it to everyone in the room.

"Yeah, we get it, mistletoe." Mattheo mocked, "What about it?"

"This," He waved the thing around in his friends face, "Is how we get them to kiss!"

"Mate..." Harry said slowly, "Hate to break it to you, but they've gone under mistletoe before, the completely ignore it. Like literally everyone else does."

"Yeah, I know that." Blaise says, annoyed by the lack of enthusiasm in the room, "But what if we found a way that forced them to not ignore it!" He waited for someone to interrupt him, to say it was a dumb idea, but when no one didn't he went on, "Hear me out, what if when they both walked under it it somehow kept them there! So that they wouldn't be able to leave that spot until they kissed!"

Everyone stared at him, confused but intrigued.

"And how would we do that?"

Blaise rolled his eyes, "Well I don't know." He sassed, "I came up with the idea, you all can figure out how to do it." He huffed as he dropped himself onto one of the many sofas in the room.

As if they were all thinking the same thing they all turned towards Hermione, who looked startled by the attention, "I don't know why you're all looking at me." She frowned.

"Well you're the smartest one here..." Enzo said and the girl pressed her lips into a thin line before she rolled her eyes.

"Well, there probably is a way it's possible, we'd have to modify a potion or maybe even a spell, especially since we don't want to trap others under the mistletoe, so we'd have to find a way to keep it person specific..." Hermione then rattled on about all the ways they could go about it and soon they had a plan.

It took a week for things to be ready.

(✿◕‿◕✿)

"Have your friends been acting weird lately?" Y/N asked Theo as they walked out of potions.

"More than usual actually." The boy replied and glanced down at the girl he was sure he wanted to marry.

"Same, and I swear I've seen Hermione talking with Draco so much this week."

"Maybe they're finally getting together." Theo smirked, "Salazar knows it's about time."

The girl laughed and shook her head, "Tell me about it. If they don't get together this year then I'm going to be out of ten galleons."

The pair went quiet for a moment and Y/N took the chance to look up at her best friend. He was beautiful, and quite possibly the love of her life. She had never planned on letting her feelings get this far.

It had only started as a small crush on a boy she was friendly with back in second year. But then they got closer, and the closer they got the harder she fell.

Now they're in their last year and she still hadn't confessed, she figured it was too late, and it was clear he didn't want anything other than friendship from her. He had had multiple girlfriends before, and none of them looked like her, they were quite the opposite actually.

Y/N was counting on losing feelings for him this year, it would be for the best.

As if he could feel her eyes on him Theo turned and looked at her, his green-blue eyes meeting hers. For a moment she felt her heart stop, she was lost in them and the swirling colors.

But then she shook her head and looked forward and started to rant about whatever came to mind. It was a good thing she always had at least one thing to rant about. Or she should say two, but it would be idiotic to rant to Theo about himself. It would also make her feelings for him obvious.

The two turned into a deserted hall and as they passed beneath an arch way they found that neither of them could take a step forward.

Their feet were stuck to the ground.

Y/N turned to Theo frantically, "What's going on?!"

"I dunno, I can't lift my feet off the ground."

"Neither can I..." She went silent and found that she could pivot. She looked around, and it wasn't until she looked up that she saw mistletoe hung from the high archway. But surely that had nothing to do with it, so she ignored it.

"Did the twins do this?" Theo started to ask but then remembered that the infamous pranksters had graduated. But that was all either of them could come up with, it was something the twins would do.

So maybe it was a Weasly.

The pair ended up staring at each other, the both of them ignoring the close proximity and the fact that their chests were touching.

After ten minutes Y/N had come up with an idea. It was a stupid one and she wasn't sure if it would even work. But Theo wouldn't stop staring at her and she was sure she looked like a tomato under the heat of his gaze.

"Theo." She said.

"Y/N."

The girl took a deep breath before blurting the words, "Kiss me."

"W-what?" Theo stuttered, his heart beating ten times faster now and a light blush coating his cheeks. His eyes flicked down to the lips he dreamt about kissing, the plump lips he fantasized about at night. He swallowed thickly and met her eyes once more. "I- Why?"

"I'm just-" She paused, "Testing out a theory." She wanted to kiss him, but she didn't at the same time. She didn't want to kiss him under these circumstances, if she was going to kiss him she wanted him to know it was because she liked him.

"Okay..." Theo said slowly and Y/N looked up at him with determination in her eyes.

She took a deep breath and brought her hands up to the boys face, instinctually his hands found her waist, "I really really like Theodore Nott!" She blurted quickly before smashing her lips onto his.

Theo stood still for a moment before he realized she was kissing him, and he wasn't kissing her back. So he did.

The kiss was sloppy, and rushed, and there was passion and hunger in it. Both of them seemed t have forgotten what was happening, losing themselves in the kiss of their lives.

It was only when she tugged on the hairs at the back of Theos head and he let out a groan did Y/N realize what she was doing.

Horrified she pushed him off, and when he stumbled back a step she saw that her theory was right and she bolted off. Running far far away from the boy and her feelings.

Meanwhile Theo stood there, dazed and confused and impossible flustered, and all he could think about was that he had just kissed her. And he knew he was going to marry her.

"She likes me too." He mumbled, smiling to himself as his fingers brushed across his lips.

No clue how to go on from this. Might make part two ;3

Sirius: Prongs? Can I uhm... Talk to you?

James: of course.

Sirius: there's something Moony and I want to say...

James: is everything okay?

Sirius: yeah! Uhm... It's just... (holds Remus's hand)

James: (waiting for him to keep going) what is it?

Sirius: (gives him a look)

James: what?

Sirius: (looks at Remus annoyed and desperate)

Remus: (signs saying for him to talk)

James: (extremely confused) are you sure you're okay?

Sirius: we... we're dating.

James: that's amazing! Who are you dating?

Remus: (sighs) James. (holds up his hand intertwined with Sirius's)

James: oh. (pause) Oh! (realisation) wait! You... (points at Pads) And you (points at Moony)? Together (joins his fingers)?

Remus: yes, Potter.

James: oh. Okay. Cool. Uh... I was not expecting that but- Wait! Sirius, you're gay?? I expected it from Remus but- (turns to him) no offence- not that being gay is a bad thing! I'm cool with it!

Remus: it's fine, James.

Sirius: I'm bisexual.

James: which means...?

Sirius: I like both girls and boys.

James: that's good. More fish in the sea. (nods) Are you going to tell anyone else?

Sirius: oh, Marlene and Lily know.

James: (offended) you told Evans before me?!

Sirius: no no no! It was Remus! I only told Marlene and it was because she's also (hand motion) you know?

James: she's gay?! Wait! Is Lily a lesbian?? Remus?!

Remus: naw, don't worry. She's into blokes. She just doesnae like ye for different reasons.

James: (relieved)

NEW FIC!

"Did you know?"

Her silence gave him the answer. He could have expected this cold hearted decision from his father, but from his mother the betrayal felt like a knife to the heart.

"You do not love me," he declared.

Narcissa Malfoy tutted. "On the contrary, my dove, we're doing this because we love you very, very much."

"Hah!"

"No, really!" She held Draco's hand and guided him to sit down beside her. "What do you think would happen if the war was to drag on? We are losing. There is no denying it. The dark lord is gone. At this rate, the rest of us are just fighting to save our own skin, to stay away from Azkaban, to keep our estates. We could drag this on for maybe two more years. In that time more young people would be called to the battlefield. You would have to go. Your father and I couldn't protect you forever."

"I could fight," he sulked.

Narcissa chuckled, "Draco. You have no stomach for violence and torture. My son is not made for that sort of a battlefield." She smiled sadly, brushing a stray lock of his hair behind his ears, "you wouldn't last, and then we wouldn't last either. I would die from heartbreak."

He sniffed in indignation, "Don't be dramatic, mother. All that talk of heartbreak, yet you're perfectly fine with selling me off to a life of subservience and slavery!"

"A marriage is not subservience and slavery. Do you think I'm your father's slave?"

Draco made a face. "Ew! why do two keep saying that?" He sighed and pinched his nose. "Yours is a normal marriage. Mine would be a bargain attempt by a losing side to seek a ceasefire. They would insist on one of those ancient outdated marriage bonds."

Draco turned to look at her. "Did you know, they bind the spouse's magic to the estate, the subservient partner can't take a step out of their lord's house. Is that what you want me to be, a prisoner for the rest of my life?"

A vessel to accept another person's lust and fury? he wanted to say but it wouldn't do to utter such things in front of his mother, frustrating as it was to leave his fears unspoken.

"Goodness! Where did you hear such things?"

"I found a book in the library."

"Draco, I entreat you not to jump to conclusions based on everything you read in a book. There are different kinds of traditionally binding marriage bonds. The most restrictive or extreme are shrouded in dark magic. The light side would never insist on one of those. It goes against everything they believe in."

"Killing and torturing also goes against what they supposedly believe in but I don't see them stopping."

"Harry Potter wouldn't stand for it. He wouldn't enslave someone."

"That's a lot riding on your assumptions about Scarhead's sense of morality, mother."

Married to a brute on Ao3