I’m Such A Drarry Fan I Can Literally Imagine Draco Saying This

A lot of the substances we think of as protection against the supernatural (e.g. salt, silver, garlic) are actually antibacterial, and would have helped stave off infections and illnesses that people once attributed to supernatural influence.

Based on this, I want to see a story where vampires are repelled by hand sanitizer.

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Reblog if you’ve spent at least one night reading fanfics until daybreak.

My stomach/appetite, a poem

My stomach/appetite is like...

A blackhole

Nothing fills it

Nothing escapes it

It gets bigger

The end.

Dialogue Prompt-58

“What’d you get for number 37?”

“The Declaration of Independence, easy.”

“This is a MATH TEST!!”

does anyone just sit there and spend 10 minutes thinking about what to do and does nothing in the end? just me?

I did not come to have my heart broken

damn i was on my ride back home from a conference and my mind just went like:

what if draco stayed after his trial and started working in the ministry hoping to redeem himself and gives back to the wizarding community to help them repair homes after the war. although he’s trying his best, some wizards still believe he’s evil and working his way through inside the ministry to bring it down again. the exceptions to this are hermione granger and luna lovegood.

harry doesn’t understand why does his friends can easily forgive malfoy. all of a sudden, harry finds that all of his friends are friends of draco malfoy except him. hermione would say “give him a chance,” but harry was not ready to. the only person he trusts at this point is ron.

draco was later assigned as the department secretary of the aurors. he does all the filing and proof reading of every reports. he’s good at his job, harry reluctantly admits but that doesn’t mean it’s a good reason for him to start being mushy with malfoy.

draco tries to be civil of course, but their long history of fight and bullying at draco’s part makes it hard for harry to do the same. call him petty. he doesn’t care.

it was two years after draco’s stay at the department that harry mellows out. he’d seen malfoy’s changed behaviour and attitude. well, okay. malfoy is fucking rich but works for a bare minimum pay wage and mostly donates it to the charity. it’s a pretty darning evidence. he’d seen him eating lunch with hermione. he’d witnessed malfoy siding with muggleborns who are being discriminated in the streets. and had made a few quite friends from them.

so when draco asks him out for a dinner, it shocked him and said no out of panic. he sees draco’s defeated face and did not stop him when draco turned his back and walk to the lobby to go home.

the incident was on his mind for days. he hasn’t seen nor heard from draco. it’s either he’s good at avoiding harry or he’s just really busy. and harry doesn’t know why it bothers him. a lot.

after a week, his floo in the living room rings up. it was draco’s voice asking to be let in. harry steps aside and draco comes out of the floo.

“you owe me dinner.”

harry stammers, completely thrown back.

“i don’t owe you anything malfoy!”

“contrary on what you believe, you actually do. you owe me an apology.”

“what are you on? is this some kind of joke?”

“no, it’s not. it looks like i’m not getting the dinner and the apology. i’ll just get it in another way.”

“i don’t understand anything from what you’re saying.”

“i forgot gryffindors are a bit daft, aren’t they?”

“did you come here just to insult me?”

“merlin, you haven’t been listening. i told you, you owe me.”

“i’ve heard. what i don’t get it is the apology part.”

“i think your brain will combust if you worked it hard. there’s an easy way out of this. open your arms and close your eyes.”

“i’m not going to open my arms and close my eyes!”

“ah, right. you don’t trust me.”

“it’s not that i don’t trust you but i’m not going to do this until you tell me why i have to.”

“you’re not going to do it even if i tell you.”

“then why—”

“just shut your pretty mouth and let me do the talking. close your eyes. no peeking or i’ll kill you.”

“you’re not exactly convincing me here.”

“harry, please.”

his name coming from draco’s lips does the work.

harry closes his eyes and he feels arms coming around him and a chest closing on his own. draco is so warm and harry can’t help himself but return the hug.

“you’re not allowed to say anything.”

“okay.”

“harry, shut up.”

he feels draco’s head between his neck and he presses his body more to him. there’s a myriad of emotions growing inside of him but most importantly he feels relieved.

they stay hugging for five minutes. it was the calmest five minutes harry had so he whines when draco removes himself from harry.

“remember, no peeking.” draco whispers.

harry hears the floo fires out and he opens his eyes to an empty living room.

harry comes to the work the next day and sees a new person behind draco’s desk and a new plaque. the smile on his face is instantly wiped.

Seems accurate

At Drarry’s wedding

Lucius: I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again Draco could’ve done better but there is clearly nothing I can do about that now.

Harry: Geez Lucy, that was quite big of you to say.

Lucius, ignores nickname: I am still incredibly glad to pass on the role as the powerful male in Draco’s life.

Harry, confused: Um, thanks.

Lucius, pulls out bottle of whiskey: Be prepared to listen to all his problems and have to fix every minor obstacle he faces *hands over whiskey and walks away*

Harry, still confused: Well, that was odd.

*Three weeks after wedding*

Draco, who has been ranting for about three hours:…and then Lucile took MY patient even though I clearly told her to back off, so I need you to like “vanquish” her or whatever you do, next there is Marvin who steals people’s lunc…

Harry, reaching for the whiskey and chanting internally: please be poisoned, please be poisoned, please be poisoned, please be poisoned, please be poisone…