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Students - Um… Professor?

Harry - Yes?

Students - Class started 5 minutes ago…

Harry - And?

Students - Aren’t you going to teach us?!

Harry - You have all the skills you need for this class. I suggest you go to your next one.

Students - The door is stuck… it won’t open… and a curse hit Matt and now he’s blind!

Harry - Would you look at that.. and just the week after we learned all about how to detect and break curses on everyday objects! Such coincidence! Good luck!

Commissioned piece for @primavera-cerezos based on his HP 2020 Kinkfest fic: Like This and Like This (Dreams of Lace)

Summary: Harry gets an accidental peek. He can’t think of anything else.

(Or as I see it, Draco being a total tease. hehe)

NEED A HUG!!!!!! YES.

Reblog if you're a Ravenclaw.

gryffindor | hufflepuff | slytherin

tumblr text posts ft. draco malfoy

So, I started watching BBC Sherlock and BBC Merlin recently and I think I am starting to notice a pattern...

So, we have the main character:

smart, dark hair, cheekbones, keeps secret from "best friend" (Sherlock: drugs, Merlin: magic)

We also have the "best friend":

blond, fighter, not as smart as the main character but not totally stupid, hurts main character sometimes

The main character is in love with the best friend, who likes him back but doesn't always show it

The best friend is in love with another woman, who is friends with the main character, smart and sometimes a bit like a female version of the main character. The main character is not totally happy about it but supports it anyways

Together the main character and the best friend have to fight someone, who is kinda like an evil version of the main character and good at manipulating people

There also is someone who is like a father to the main character, but isn't his real father and works for the government (Sherlock: Lestrade, Merlin: Gaius)

Has anyone an explanation for this, am I the only one who noticed or is it just coincidence?

sherlock with forlorn eyes

or the times that sherlock’s eyes say more than his words tell us

confessions (a moment in time)

“Harry, I didn’t think you knew what you were saying, and if I was scared shitless. I thought if I told you I loved you, if I told you that I’ve spent more hours staring at your stupid hair than doing charms homework this whole year, or that my fingertips itch every time I see you because I want to hold you close so badly, or that the night you told me you thought I was brilliant in November, I wrote six pages in my journal about everything I found brilliant about you, I thought if i told you all that that you would laugh at me, that you’d tell me I was crazy and that you were just babbling on drunkenly and that I was a fucking idiot. I wanted to pull you up into my bedroom and take you apart and see you in  my bed and in front of my fireplace and wearing my sweaters and eating my Christmas brunch with mother, I wanted that more than anything. But I was so scared, Harry. I’ve never even told anyone I was gay. Blaise and I hooked up on and off when we were younger all the time but we never talked about it,” Harry shuddered here, and tried to look away, but Draco grabbed his chin and brought their eyes back together.

“Harry, Blaise means nothing. I was trying to pretend that I could move on without you, but I can’t. And knowing that you love me… knowing that the last few months haven’t been a hallucination… that is everything to me. Everything, Harry. I know it shouldn’t happen this fast, but I can’t help how I feel, and I can’t help that every part of me is on fire right now. I know I fucked up at Christmas. I know I should’ve just been honest with you, but I’m a downright coward, which you’ll never hear me admit again. I didn’t know what to do and how to tell you how I felt. I still don’t know how to tell you I feel. I never talk about my emotions and I wasn’t raised to care about anything, but this is different. I feel this.”

“You’re not a coward… and Draco, you have me. You’ve had me since the second week of November when I found you watching the snow and smiling and I realized I could watch you for hours and hours without ever tiring.”

Draco kissed him again, and Harry felt like every part of him was filled with a glowing light.

Draco finally pulled away to look down at Harry. “Why aren’t you wearing a cloak, H?”

“What was that you said about taking me apart?”

“Don’t think we aren’t coming back to the cloak” Draco muttered, but he reached down and intertwined his fingers with Harry’s, dragging him towards his rooms without hesitation.

***

Much later that night, Harry lay with his head on Draco’s clothed chest, switching between mustering up the courage to ask Draco why he had stopped Harry from removing his shirt, and staring at Draco’s perfect hand that played with his own, dancing across his torso.

Draco finally lost his hand and started tracing Harry’s jaw, to incline his head so they could look at each other. “What are you thinking so hard about?” He asked quietly, not wanting to break the magic, figurative and literal, lingering in the air around them.

“You know you’re beautiful, right?” Harry asked back.

“Yes, you could never measure up.” Draco murmured back, accompanying his words with a light eskimo kiss, drowning Harry in his affection.

“no- Draco I mean… I think you’re the most beautiful person in the world. I won’t…. There’s nothing I would judge you for… and! And we’ve talked about your mark before… you know I don’t mind that.” Harry tried to ask without asking, and luckily Draco picked up on it.

“oh… no Harry it’s not that. I’m just… I can’t… I”

“Draco… I love you. There’s nothing you could-”

“Okay…” Draco cut him off and started to unbutton his white shirt. Harry could see his fingers trembling with nerves, so he hoisted himself up to straddle Draco’s waist and brushed Draco’s hands away gently. Silently, he took over undressing the boy—his boy—beneath him. When he finally pushed the shirt off of Draco, Draco sitting up to allow the sleeves to be pushed off, Harry felt his heart sinking to his stomach.

Draco dropped back down to the mattress below him, refusing to look at Harry.

His eyes flew open as Harry’s seemingly permanently cold fingers began tracing the scars. As Harry’s hand shook, he touched the damage that he had caused to this person he loved so much. He couldn’t imagine anything Draco had ever done warranting this kind of pain. The darkness that Harry had come to know started to creep back in and all of a sudden, he felt overwhelmingly nauseated. He practically threw himself off of Draco and onto the floor, stumbling blindly towards the toilets so he could be sick.

Moments later Draco appeared in the doorway to the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of light grey briefs. His pale skin, and even paler scars seemed incandescent in the dark, and for just a second Harry had the breath taken out of him, forgetting his distress and absorbing Draco’s beauty. But then, he saw the tears in Draco’s eyes and it all rushed back. Harry was sick again.

“Harry, stop… you can’t blame yourself for this. I… I was so terrible to you. You were just…”

Harry stood quickly, messily, tripping over himself slightly. “Draco, you have to know I didn’t know the spell… I had just read it in the book. I didn’t know… I didn’t think.. I would have never I-”

“Harry… it’s okay… I started the fight.. I… you were defending yourself and I did much, much worse things… I… Harry, I did such bad things when he was living in the manor..”

“Draco, he was manipulating you.. you were fighting for your life. That was your family. It’s not your fault. You… you can’t blame yourself for that.”

“Harry, you can’t blame yourself for this, then!” Draco gestured to his chest almost violently. Tears started to fall down his cheeks, feeling haunted by images of his past and heart thumping with desperation to convey his feelings to Harry.

“Draco… I can’t forgive myself for hurting you. I could’ve killed you. I could’ve killed the most important person in my life because I didn’t even give you a chance.”

“I didn’t let you give me a chance… it’s not your fault Harry… and guess what? I didn’t die. Snape was there. It happened for a reason, you have to believe it.”

“If it happened for a reason, don’t you think it’s also a sign.”

“What-”

“A sign that… that I’m only going to hurt you…”

“Or a sign that no matter what happens, we are tied together and we will survive…”

“But-”

“Harry, I’ve forgiven you… please forgive yourself.”

There was a sense of finality in Draco’s tone that gave Harry pause. Harry didn’t know what to say. He stood facing Draco; two complete opposites staring at each other, stripped of every facade, and finally his resolve collapsed. As soon as he started to step forward, towards Draco, his was met halfway in a tight, binding embrace. His head fell to Draco’s collarbone and his counterpart held him as close as possible.

They brushed their teeth together in silence, not really being able to keep their eyes off each other. For the rest of the night, they hardly spoke, communicating in soft touches and lingering glances. Harry fell asleep feeling warm for the first time in weeks.

HARRY POTTER 20th Anniversary Thai Edition - cover art by ARCH APOLAR

reylo fix-it TROS commission uwu <3 Also Happy May the Fourth all!

ur dumb as a box of rocks

LGBTQ+P(otters)

Ginny: Do you ever think about how two thirds of our kids are queer? Like, I get it "born this way," but at a certain point it's just genetics.

Harry: And that doesn't even include Ted. We're raising the bloody rainbow.

Ginny: Exactly! We're gay nature and nurture.

Harry: I like to think of myself as the Nurture

Ginny: Fuck off, Potter! You have a crush on not one but TWO of my brothers.

Harry: N-not true.

Ginny: Really? I've yet to see you have a conversation with Bill without blushing and don't get me started on your weekly dates with Ronald.

Harry: Ohh... I thought for sure you were talking about Charlie.

Ginny: CHARLIE TOO?

Harry: He's strong, caring and hangs out with Dragons - an all-around catch.

Ginny: I feel I've made point.

Harry: Truth or Dare. Fifth year. Padma Patil.

Ginny: OH YEAH! *Grins* No regrets!

Owl from Lily: Mum, Dad I need to talk to you about something over winter hols. I'm ok. I'm not hurt or anything and i'm pretty sure you won't care but... It's important.

Harry:

Ginny:

Harry: I'll get the flags!

Ginny: You know, it's likely both of us.

Harry: Yup.

Petrificus Totalus!

   “I think you have to make a choice — at a certain point — of the man you want to be.    And I tell you that at that time you need a parent or a friend. And if you’ve learnt to hate your parent by then and you have no friends… then you’re all alone.    And being alone — that’s so hard.”

-Draco Malfoy

Get Well Soon

Harry gets the magical flu and he’s laid up in bed for a week. The only reason he doesn’t fall behind in classes is because he gets notes from a classmate, but he doesn’t know who it is.

For @loveyprophet​

(You can read it on AO3 here)

Magical flu – who would have thought that’d be a thing? Unfortunately for Harry, it was.

He’d been laid up in bed for three days now, swaddled in blankets and sleeping through the day.

The first few days he had spent in the hospital wing, but once his fever broke the matron agreed to let him rest in the Gryffindor dorms.

The first letter came that evening. Harry watched as it fluttered through the open window of the dorm room, fluttering wings keeping it afloat as it gracefully circled the room, the paper crackling with the movement.

Harry cupped his hands and held out his arms, watching – mesmerised – as the enchanted paper bird landed in his hand and fell still.

He carefully unfolded the paper, feeling a strange warmth settle in his chest as he looked down at the elegant scrawls of lettering across the page.

There were pages upon pages of notes, each titled by which class they were for. There were notes for the past three days of lessons—about what they had learnt in class as well as observations the writer had made and doodles and illustrations along the edges of the paper.

Among the notes for Herbology, there were illustrations of the plants as well as notes on the side about how to tend to them, what potions and medicines they were used in, and their own magical properties.

There were more notes on Transfiguration, Charms, History of Magic, and Defence Against the Dark Arts. The notes for Astronomy were covered in illustrations of stars and constellations that sat alongside the lesson notes: Canis Major with a brilliantly vibrant star—Sirius; Cygnus, Lyra, and at the bottom of the page Draco.  

For Potions, there were detailed notes on what the potion was used for and step-by-step instructions. In the columns were small illustrations of the ingredients – herbs, beetles, flowers; all beautifully drawn – and an animated drawing of a potion blowing up in Seamus’ face—a common enough occurrence that seeing the animated sketch play through made Harry smile.

Harry read the notes avidly, finding himself smiling more and more as he read through the pages. But what caught him off guard was the final page; it was empty except for one sentence, the beautifully elegant handwriting making the words seem all the more meaningful.

Get well soon.

Keep reading

for people who are unaware of why the riots in minneapolis started happening, here’s the facts:

it wasn’t george floyd’s protesters who started reacting violently; it was the cops.

the protest was peaceful until the cops showed up in riot gear, and started using water cannons, followed up by tear gas and rubber bullets. i got videos from friends who were there, of people screaming and running away from the cops shooting the water cannons, rubber bullets and throwing tear gas at them. they were even shooting at the protesters dragging people away to get medical attention.

speaking of medical attention, dispatch refused to provide any medical attention to the protesters. people literally had to drive their bleeding friends to the hospital because they refused to send ambulances.

cops are using non-lethal weapons in a lethal way. they shot rubber bullets into people’s heads and injured them. there’s dozens of photos of protesters with bleeding head wounds from the rubber bullets.

multiple people used police scanners and heard that there were undercover cops pretending to be violent protesters who were throwing rocks and whatnot at the police, with dozens of eyewitness accounts confirming that information.

the person who instigated all the chaos last night (it was a fire at an autozone) with the looting and burning buildings is highly suspected to be an undercover cop pretending to be a protester, because the video of him keeps getting taken down. protesters tried to stop him but couldn’t because he had a hammer and they were scared for their safety.

the cops jammed cell phone towers and cut live streams to interrupt broadcasts and to prevent people from seeing what was really going on and who actually started the violence.

the cops lied about protesters being armed and about throwing rocks and are literally trying to continue the violence happening and yet no one is holding them accountable for that.

and during all this, the cop that murdered george floyd still hasn’t been arrested. he has had more than ten complaints filed against him and was involved in three other civilian shootings in the past. and yet he’s still out free along with his three other buddies involved, probably sitting on his couch while all this chaos is happening.

so don’t get it twisted. the cops just want to change the narrative to make it look like they’re the wounded and righteous party, when they’re the ones who started reacting violently in the first place and are still acting violently. so don’t you ever forget who started this tragedy and murdered someone, and who are continuing to react to the situation with violence. 

This was for the #sixfanarts thingy since someone requested Draco braiding his hair but I decided to do a drawing for Mermay too... so, behold! Merman!Draco

forever bitter b/c the moment motherfucking drama queen sirius black chose to find his Chill™ was that precise second when his desperate, distraught, despondent godson asked him to explain thoroughly and in detail how exactly it was that his mother and father got together because his mother OBVIOUSLY hated his father. 

Alternative ‘nah, she didn’t’ canon-plausible Sirius reactions:

grabbing Floo Harry by the shoulders and saying, “harry,  your mum loved your dad as much as i loved my motorbike.”

listing places he caught them snogging

giving an overly detailed three hour oral history of their romance

or a three minute oral history in musical form

harry, has anyone had the talk with you? do you know what sexual tension is? (remus: sit down, sirius.)

reciting from memory the half written sonnet james had started for lily for seventh year valentine’s day, which he made the fatal mistake of chucking in the bin for sirius to find instead of burning it to erase all evidence

forcing remus to be lily and doing a dramatic reenactment of james proposing 

~ The siren that fell in love with a pirate. ~

Art by Vladislav Pantic

May I remind you that in book 6 Arthur Weasley’s canonical reaction to Harry telling him he followed Draco into Knockturn Alley is to literally smile in amusement and exasperation. Followed by him asking Harry if there was a reason that he followed Draco, or if he did it just because. Like. Oh. There he goes again obsessing over Malfoy. And he’s not asking all this bc he thinks something might be up. He doesn’t take Harry’s suspicions seriously at all. He’s us ya’ll. He been knew.

he’s not impressed

tbh in fics where draco is harry’s First Homosexual Experience and when harry went in to kiss him and he’s all like wow i didn’t know male lips are like this they’re stronger rougher and “chapped” BUT here is the thing. you really think Draco Posh-Snot Malfoy who spends 25/7 tending to his beautiful hair and who probably has hundreds of mosturizing potions for his face wouldn’t also have tens of lip balms in various flavours for his very important lips ???

i think in reality it goes like this. harry would be like “wow these are the softest and sweetest lips i’ve ever tasted omg i love you malfoy” and draco would be like “yes, potter, it’s cherry flavour, you like that?”

like ????

a gift for @quicksilvermaid​ commissioned by @drarryruinedme7 who requested a scene from quicksilver’s fic Who we are in the shadows​

ft. werewolf Harry and a Draco who is using every ounce of his being to not let his eyes drift over to his right

I SAW THIS ON TIK TOK AND I HAD TO SHARE

Writer: There Was Only One Bed…

Smut fans: *gasp!!!!!*

Writer: So They Spooned All Night And The Brooding One Allowed Themselves To Feel Vulnerable For The First Time In Years And The Chirpy One Got Some Quality Snuggles

Fluff fans: *GASP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*

i feel like Draco would start saying ‘my husband will hear about this’ instead of father, just so everyone would know that he is married to the great and mighty Harry Potter, therefore his word is god.

happy hogwarts battle day! friendly reminder that tom felton improvised this scene. it wasn’t in a single script. he did that for us. gay icon

harry: do you want to know your gay name?

draco: my… gay name?

harry: yeah, it’s your first name —

draco: oh, ha ha ha, very funny harry —

harry: *gets down on one knee* — and my lastname

draco: oh — oh my god

Soulmates~ 

This comic might be a bit sad (It made me sad to TOT) BUT it has a happy ending!! That counts right?

This is my first time drawing drarry as girls, it was a fun experience lol