Draco: If You Have 10 Cookies, And I Ask For 5, How Many Would You Have Left?

so cute!!!

Malfoys fighting …it never ends well

It's only 00:19 and my eyes are.... Dry??? Tired?! *gasp* why are they giving up on me and my rebel lifestyle

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It's past midnight I need sleep

Ten stared up at his brother who was gliding through the clouds with practised ease, “Get down here, Gwen! Not everyone has wings like you!”

When Gwen’s tinkling laughter rang out from above, Ten felt a stab of jealousy and suddenly his patched shirt was too small for him. He could feel the shrivelled up remains of his own wings brush the coarse fabric of the hand-me-down shirt and wanted to cut the useless limbs off. He was never going to fly, not with his wings dead and never having neared maturity to even support one fraction of his weight.

Gwen slowly returned to the ground, but not before flying through several heavy looking clouds and ending slightly damp. He shook the water droplets out of his sandy hair and grinned at Ten. Ten mirrored the grin, but not feeling any warmth from the gesture.

“Come on, we’d better head back before a storm breaks out.” Gwen picked up his bag from the ground, flexing his back muscles as he did so, and started making his way over to the little cabin they shared together.

Ten followed, eyes going over his twin brother’s good features. Sand coloured hair with eyes as blue as the ocean that slwol chipped away at the cliffs below them. Gwen was tall and well tones, muscles all in the right places and proportions. Gwen would make a right living out in the city, Ten thought.

(I can edit posts?!)

MONSTA X  |「Beautiful (Japanese ver.) 」 

I’m such a drarry fan I can literally imagine draco saying this

“Your apartment smells curiously like garbage.”

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….”

what actually happened at the yule ball

Can you make a Draco Malfoy aesthetic?

Draco Malfoy

the boy who didn't have a choice