Harry: Didn't You Hate As A Child When They Sent You To Bed Without Dinner?

One time, Gryffindor reached exactly 69 house points, and for two whole weeks they managed not to gain or lose any by being as boring as possible. It was finally broken when Hermione was awarded 10 points for some good Charms homework, and Ron was subtracted 20 for yelling “FUCKS SAKE HERMIONE” in response

Title: Coffee, Quidditch, Kisses

Artist: anokaba

Characters: Harry/Draco

A/N: Morning quidditch practice interrupted for some coffee and kisses.

harry: CAN YOU NOT

draco: what

harry: MAKE STUPID LITTLE PAPER CRANES LIKE YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH ME

draco: have you looked inside those cranes?

harry: no *opens paper crane* *sees an animated harry and draco holding hands with love* *opens more* *there is one where they kiss*

draco:

harry: oh

luna as a tattoo artist

just think about it:

- she gives ginny a stick and poke in their fourth year, the first tattoo she’s ever given anyone - a tiny crescent moon on the inside of her forearm with magic color changing ink - it tells ginny the weather, and glows when the weather is perfect for quidditch

- hagrid gleefully gets a tattoo from luna sometime in the fifth year - on his inner ankle, a square of text tells him about the needs of the creatures around him - he starts sitting with his ankle on his knee to more easily check it

- she gives harry a tattoo the summer before his eighth year - a small horntail, but it moves from his chest to sit on his shoulder or cower in the crook of his elbow as it pleases - it wakes him up from his bad dreams, and keeps him warm in the middle of the night

- she gives neville a tattoo before she was stolen into the malfoy’s manor - it’s a ring encircling his middle finger - the magic of it is simple, transforming into whatever word he needs to see most when he asks it

- seamus gets one not long after neville - it’s a tiny bomb on his collar bone, ticking in time with dean’s heart

- hermione doesn’t want a tattoo at first, but as she grows closer with luna she asks for it very shyly in the middle of her eighth year - it gently pulses with her heart on her shoulder blade, an hourglass on it’s side - it will sometimes stand up and run sand, but only when hermione is very busy or stressed

- george asks for a tattoo that finishes his jokes, many years after the war, when he is an uncle and godfather - luna refuses and instead gives him a non-magical tattoo, a china cup mended with gold over his heart

- draco, many years after luna is an established artist and healer, drops into her shop in diagon alley - he asks her to fix his scar-slashed Mark, and she turns it into a sleeve of flowers, studded with snakes and turtles - the flowers bloom with his moods, and shield him from hurting himself

lucius malfoy joined the death eaters for the aesthetic and has been slowly backing out of that life choice ever since

Harry hadn’t actually meant it when he told Draco that “he should try not getting arrested every few weeks.” At the time maybe he had, but Harry had grown antsy over the past few weeks.

Things had been quiet. Too quiet.

“You’d like to what?” the Head of the Aurours department asked.

“I’d like to conduct a search for Draco Malfoy,” Harry replied. Ron stood at his side looking unimpressed. Search missions required back up by law, and Harry had managed to convince a reluctant Ron to be his.

“He’s not going to give this up,” Ron pointed out.

“You know what, fine. Fine. But make it quick.”

____

Harry found Draco in the basement of Fangtasia brooding at 11am on a Thursday.

“You’re not wearing the necklace,” Draco pouted.

“That thing was bloody hideous Malfoy,” Ron said defending his friend. Draco actually looked almost offended.

“Come on Draco we both know that you usually have much better taste,” Harry said as gently as he could. Draco had clearly been struggling ever since he’d become a vampire, and as amusing as it was to watch, Harry wanted Draco to accept himself and find happiness...preferably with Harry.

“I knew you liked the leather,” Draco said proudly gesturing to his current outfit. Harry just shook his head and decided not to start this arguement.

“Draco are you okay?” Harry asked. The basement was windowless, but well lit. Draco sat at the head of a long table filled with unoccupied seats.

“None of them came,” Draco said looking at the empty seats around him with dismay.

“None of who came?” Harry asked.

“I tried to construct a founders council, and invited all the prominent Vampire families, but no one showed up,” Draco sulked. Harry nudged Ron before the boy could start laughing.

Harry was prepared for this. Harry had researched the Vampire Diaries when he’d realized Draco’s habit of picking up the identies of famous fictional vampires.

Harry spent the rest of the day making calls with Draco. They ended up enlisting Luna’s help and instead created a council of influential magical minorities.

Harry hopes that this was a good substitute for the support groups Draco had opted out of having. But wasn’t surprised when Draco ended up back in his office a week later.

Vampire Draco XD

LISTEN YOU… I WASN’T SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONE WRITING THIS GOD DAMMIT! Tagging @violetclarity for inciting shit too. :D

Word count: 200

Harry sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose for what felt like the 20th time this month. Today was supposed to be a normal day, his day for paperwork and non-magical nonsense. So when his eyes fell on Draco, sitting as casually as possible in Harry’s office chair, Harry knew his day was done.

“What did you do this time?” Harry sighed, waving his hands in a way that indicated Draco should get the fuck out of his chair.

“I asked a wizard if he knew what I was….”

Harry looked at Draco quizzically. “What’s wrong with that?”

Draco sighed and reached into his pocket, pulling out a handful of glitter. Harry stared, already knowing where this was going but really hoping it wasn’t.

“Draco… Please tell me you didn’t.”

“….I did.”

Harry let his head fall to his desk, hands pulling out his hair in hard tugs.

“But- But, just listen! It was going great, I was broody and reciting poetry. He was totally hooked.”

“And then…?”

“And then I threw glitter in his face.”

“Draco, what the actual fuck? That’s not even… The vampire in that book fucking actually sparkles. Like “diamonds”… He doesn’t throw sparkles.“

“Oooooh….”

Okay so you know that trope in fics where after Harry comes out, Ron asks him if he ever looked at him that way? Usually his response is relief but like, what if it wasn’t? What if it went like…

Ron: What do you mean you’ve never? Harry: Well, you’re like my brother. It would be too weird. Ron: Not even once? Harry: Nope. Ron: But you’ve thought about Malfoy? Harry: Um, recently, yeah. Ron: I’m gonna need a 20 inch essay on what Malfoy has that i don’t. Harry: It’s not like that! Hermione, help me out here. Ron: Is it the hair? Hermione: I doubt that’s it, he used to like Ginny. Maybe it’s more about posture. Harry: *hitting his head to the desk and groaning* Ron: I’m taller than he is Harry and he’s a bit skinny to be honest. I have more bulk, you know? Wait, where are you going? I’m a bloody catch, come back! Hermione, snickering: There there, Ronald. I know you are.

Rowena Ravenclaw: Wait, Salazar, how come you ended up with the shittiest common room? We dished out the money to make them equally AND you’re the richest sod out of all of us

Salazar Slytherin: [thinks back to installing a giantass slide into the Chamber of Secrets and putting a statue of himself in it]

Salazar Slytherin: Uhhhhh… taxes [sweats heavily]

I just watched this amazing german/swiss movie about two soccer players falling in love, called ‘Mario’ (it’s on Netflix and amazon video) and it’s honestly one of the best told love stories I’ve ever seen. It’s tender, intimate, slow and the chemistry between the two actors is shattering. Go watch it!

And I couldn’t help myself but to take some frames and drarry them.