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I have a fic rec for Harry Potter
Warning: This fic is incomplete and posted anonymously.
With that out of the way, this is one of my top 5 favorite fanfics of all time, ever. It’s the only Harry Potter fic there.
The character that changes the most here is Draco (and Pansy), but everyone else is slight enough to be believable. It’s their choices and relations that change the story. (Like most good fanfics)
Now, there are no ships, but if you’re a fan of Dramione or Pansmione or Drarry or even Ronmione, you could definitely read it with those in mind. All the characters have very interesting dynamics with each other.
The houses thing: You won’t be able to unsee it.
Without further ado: Harry Potter and The Year That Four 1st Years Solved The Inter-House Unity Problem
Or Part 1 of A Ravenclaw, a Hufflepuff, a Gryffindor, and a Slytherin walk into a bar....
(I was on Reddit, someone asked for Harry Potter must reads, so I commented this. Thought I’d share.)
I have a very specific idea in my head of a Drarry fanfic premise and I want to know if it already exists before I write it. Please tell me if you’ve ever read anything like this.
Several people return to Hogwarts for their eight year after defeating Voldemort. The Slytherins have been mostly forgiven after it was revealed how they were manipulated and pretty much groomed. Harry and Draco had some trouble in the beginning getting along but eventually were on friendly terms.
Through whatever reasons, Harry finds out that his Patronus is no longer a stag, it’s a new animal (I haven’t decided what animal yet). He figures out that he’s fallen in love with someone, but he has no idea who. He enlists the help of Hermione to find out who is the owner of this new Patronus.
All the while, he’s growing closer and closer with Draco. Harry, out of curiosity because the Patronus charm has been on his mind quite a lot recently, asks Draco what his Patronus is. Draco confesses that he doesn’t know as he’s never been able to conjure one. Harry asks why. Does he not know how? Draco, at this point, shuts down the line of questioning, but later reveals that he’s never had a memory that was happy enough for a Patronus to work. Harry asks him to just try. So Draco does.
His Patronus charm works. He’s in awe of how beautiful it is. Harry is in awe of how beautiful Draco is. He then notices the shape of Draco’s Patronus and how familiar it is.
“Of course it was you.”
“What?”
And then it ends.
PLEASE if there are fics like this, send me all of them. If there aren’t, I will gladly write this.
So... What if Harry had Dudley's style? 🤓🤌🏽
The Fate We Make on AO3 - a drarry fic
Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley did not have a good break-up. So, they’ve decided to see who can bring the most outrageous date to each Weasley event. When Harry finds out that Ginny is bringing Cho Chang to Christmas, which will be the first Weasley date of the same gender AND Harry’s ex, he has no idea how to one-up it.
Until he gets the wonderful and definitely not terrible idea of asking his healer, Draco Malfoy.
So, Harry was beginning to wonder if showing up uninvited at Malfoy's house on a Saturday morning was a terrible idea.
He had just gotten an owl from Ron saying that Ginny was bringing Cho Chang to their Christmas dinner. Cho. Harry doesn’t know if they actually like each other or if they both just hate him, but he is not ready for that torment. He can already hear Fred saying ‘Damn Harry, you turned them both gay?’
Their breakup went about as well as expected, and now they’ve been trying to one-up each other for every Weasley gathering. Last time she brought McLaggen. But, this is not only the first time someone’s brought a partner of the same gender, but it’s also Harry’s ex. At this rate, Ginny is going to win the next year’s worth of events. So, he goes to the only person he knows will be able to cause more of an uproar. Malfoy. If he agrees without murdering him, of course.
The Fate We Make on AO3 - a drarry fic
Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley did not have a good break-up. So, they’ve decided to see who can bring the most outrageous date to each Weasley event. When Harry finds out that Ginny is bringing Cho Chang to Christmas, which will be the first Weasley date of the same gender AND Harry’s ex, he has no idea how to one-up it.
Until he gets the wonderful and definitely not terrible idea of asking his healer, Draco Malfoy.
“Could you pretend to be my date for the Weasley Christmas dinner?” He says, tentatively, like he’s trying not to set off a bomb.
Malfoy is looking at him like he just announced he’s in love with Voldemort. Harry then realises that it most certainly can get worse.
“Let me get this straight.” Harry nearly winces at the deadly tone in Malfoy’s voice. “You came to my home –uninvited– on a Saturday morning, to ask if I –who is your healer, in case you forgot– could be your fake boyfriend so you could get back at your ex-girlfriend?” He says, incredulously.
Okay, when he put it like that it sounded rather bad.
The Fate We Make on AO3 - a drarry fic
Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley did not have a good break-up. So, they’ve decided to see who can bring the most outrageous date to each Weasley event. When Harry finds out that Ginny is bringing Cho Chang to Christmas, which will be the first Weasley date of the same gender AND Harry’s ex, he has no idea how to one-up it.
Until he gets the wonderful and definitely not terrible idea of asking his healer, Draco Malfoy, to be his fake date.
My fanart based on the fan fic Melodrama on ao3!
Don’t repost! (And if you do, credit me. Or I will haunt you down)
I just found out there is a band called "the whomping willows" and oh my freaking god they have songs based on Harry Potter and the Marauders and on ships that are fanon like wolfstar and oh my goooood i freaking out right now
I just listened to "hey Remus" and if i'd be alone at home right niw I WOULD SCREAM ON TOP OF MY LUNGS
LISTEN TO "THE WHOMPING WILLOWS" RIGHT NOW GUYS
I hate when all the banter and quips immediately end after two characters start a relationship. Like let them love and hate each other! It’s not enemies to lovers if they just magically stop arguing after one kiss.
this whole hunger games renaissance is giving me dracotok flashbacks because why are we once again simping for the bad guy with bleached hair and more importantly why has the society ONCE AGAIN devided into two groups: the people that "can change him" and the people that ship him with the brown haired guy that just wanted to help everyone???
Snip-it of a oneshot I’ve been working on.
Currently ~ 1600 words.
Impasse (WIP)
Summary: Draco goes back to the Manor, even though he knows he shouldn't.
It was a cool Thursday morning.
If you could call it morning yet, maybe a more apt description was cool Wednesday night, though as gravel crunched beneath Draco's boots, with the early spring wind nipping at his exposed skin, and only the moonlight, a weak Lumos, and foggy half remembered directions to guide him, the particulars seemed unimportant. Either way it had still been cold enough for Draco to be thankful of his spilt second decision to grab one of his nicer winter cloaks — A distinction which had been granted to it solely for the fact that it's only needed mending charms once or twice, compared to the three or four times that seemed to be growing more and more common amongst articles in his wardrobe these days — before he had headed out the door of his cramped little flat hidden away in his own personal slice of hell in Knockturn Alley.
This was undoubtedly a terrible idea, impulsive, and stupid. Though its not as if any of that has ever stopped him before.
It won't stop him now, either. Even as every instinct in his body screams at him to turn heel, do what he's best at and run. Run far, far away, from Wiltshire, from his gaudy little flat with the temperamental pipes and obnoxiously loud neighbours, from London, farther and farther until nobody can put a face to his name, or a name to his face. Until he's just an unrecognizable body in a sea of people who would forget he was ever there by sunrise. Maybe he'd never stop running, he could chase the moon as it chases the sun.
Pausing only momentarily in places like this, where its quiet and cool, frozen in a perpetual state of in between. Places where he could force certainty out of the simple fact that there is none.
The thoughts are nothing more but an idle indulgence, brushed away as quickly as they form by the breeze. A distraction that crumples under the weight of reality as the Manor comes into sight, hulking like its nothing more than man made stain on the otherwise picturesque horizon. It doesn't seem real, not anymore, as if it were something out of the shattered remnants of a nightmare, or a warped memory best left forgotten.
It seems so long ago now that the Manor was bright, filled to the brim with wonder and luxury. People dancing and twirling in lavish, ornate clothes through its chambers and halls, laughing, drinking, socializing, and gracing a young Draco with hundreds of stories and tales all teeming with whimsy, delight, riches, and power. His parents, murmuring promises of his future into his ear in between bouts of bigoted tripe.
As Draco approached the Manor now though — his head hung like a man heading for the gallows, a poor attempt to obscure it from his view — it was only an obelisk of misery. Each chunk of stone, every brick, and bit of wood, nothing more than a testament to every little mistake he, or his family, had ever made. A physical reminder of every decision, every choice, destined to rot, to transform and warp into a far more accurate depiction of the Malfoy line then the gold and the silk and the bright laughter ever was.
He shouldn't have come back. He doesn't have the right to come back, not anymore. But he had to, because beneath the omnipresent urge to run, beneath the guilt that barred down on his shoulders during the day, and whispered him into states of unrest at night, was the desperate, prowling, angry, need for closure.
So Draco keeps walking.
The air gets thicker the closer he gets, so heavy with spent magic that it's almost smothering. Around him the bright forest he remembered from his childhood gradually shifts into something half dead, wild, and gnarled. Magical plants seem to have mostly reclaimed the grounds, winding up the bars of the rusting ornate fence that guards the curving drive leading up to the Manor, as if Draco's presence alone had frozen them in the middle of a mad scrabble over it, pushing uneasily against the reinforced wards surrounding the grounds like they were desperate to find a way out. The vines of a plant he once would've been able to recognize at a passing glance had grown so thick he could hardly see through it to the other side.
Keeping his hand as steady as he's able, which isn't as much as he would've liked, he draws his wand higher, preparing to have to brute force his way through the plants, when they slither away from his Lumos, as if sensing their impending fate. "Wonderful. Just— Lovely." Draco murmurs with disgust, watching with a suppressed grimace as the plants slither into the shadows and underbrush. In a bid to steel his nerves he inhales sharply as he turns his attention back to the gate. In the Manor's prime, it would easily open at the presence of any Malfoy, requiring nothing more than a glance and the want for it to do so, but with the wards the Ministry slammed on the place after— Well, everything. He wasn't entirely sure if any of his family's wards were stilled up, let-alone keyed to him.
Even so, still has to try.
Curling his fingers tighter around his wand, he reaches out with his magic, tentatively pressing against the wards. It was an odd sensation, like sticking his hand into a bowl of treacle only to be met with the texture of oil. The feeling of resistance crawled its way up his arm, but never fully stopped him. Time slowed to a drip, and all of a sudden it seemed as if the only accurate measure of it was the speed of which his heart thudded anxiously between the pit of his stomach, and the top of his throat. This really was a stupid idea, he should have never entertained it. Who did he think he was? Trying to bypass Ministry sanctioned wards with the grace of a child knocking over a vase. If he was lucky nothing would happen, and he could just return to his shitty, drafty, far too small flat, and fruitlessly try to forget this ever happened. Though what was far, far more likely to happen would be that the nearest Auror would Apparate over, see that Draco Malfoy was surely up to no good, and haphazardly toss him into the most over crowded cell in Azkaban. If they were feeling merciful. Slowing his breathing in an attempt to keep it steady, he pushed onwards, searching for the faintest hint of old magic.
All at once the forest seemed to snap back into place around him in time with the sharp yank to his core. A familiar cold, sinking sensation washes over him — like the Manor itself is scrutinizing his entire being like a bug trapped beneath a glass — and the gate slowly opens with a piercing creak that disrupts the stillness of the night. What little plants were still clinging to the gate's intricate ironwork snapped and tore as their stalks were forced in the wrong direction. The protests of the gate tapper off as it stops, open just enough for Draco to squeeze through, though just barely, as it snags on some of his fastens, and almost causes him to loose a button in the process.
For a undeterminable time afterwards, Draco just stands there. The reality of what he had just done joining the chaotic fray of his choices that weighed down his body and wore groves into the bones, with very much the same air as a smug Kneazel basking in the sun. Preemptively taunting him for his stupidity. Every muscle in his body was primed to flee— At first, he told himself, it was simply in case an Auror did show up. But as time dawdled onwards and that seemed less and less likely, he was once again forced to confront his own cowardice.
Returning to the other side of the fence beckoned to him like a Siren's call. It would be so easy to just leave, sum this up to the lapse in his own judgement that it surely was. Go home, his mind coaxed, there's no need of this, it lied, you don't have to say goodbye yet, there's always tomorrow.
Or the day after, or next week, or month, or year.
Or never.
No.
No.
Draco inhaled sharply, the action making the top of his throat sting from the chill, and pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes, which he had closed at some unpinpointable time. It was a rather childish action, one that surely would've gotten him snapped at when he was younger, though presently he couldn't find it in himself to care, he just pressed harder until he could see stars fizzle in and out of existence, and the darkness behind his eyelids was flooded with static. This isn't what he would have wanted — Foolish, stubborn, man that he was, with his incorrigible bleeding heart that Draco had treasured so dearly. The very same that lead him to always be the hero, even until the end — for Draco to cling so tightly to his memory, replay every stolen moment, every word, every kiss, every soft lazy morning, as few and far in between as they were, to Harry.
What little of him Draco got to have, to the promise of more, had either of them been granted the chance.
That's what forces Draco to move, one unsteady step after the other.
He owes it to Harry as much, if not more, than he owes it to himself, to finally get to say goodbye.
SOME OF THE SHIPS THAT I SHIP:
Solangelo (OTP)
Percabeth
Klance
Drarry
Damanya
Gerlta
Theyna
Victuuri
Yes we need mental help indeed 😭
For anyone who also cannot stop thinking about dead gay wizards
Here’s some fun and fresh facts for you
The Length of:
ATYD: 526,969 words
Choices: 624,187 words
Crimson Rivers: 720,011 words
The FUCKING Bible: 783,137 words
ALSO
50,000 words is about 200 pages
WHICH MEANS
The shortest of those works is
2000 FUCKING PAGES
We all need mental help
There are only a few things I won’t stand for in hp fanfiction, but goddamn it, it infuriates me when I see it! As follow:
a) Severitus. Anything in which Severus Snape, the disgrace of the Wizarding World, is even remotely nice and/or supporting and/or decent. It stinks. He’s the worst. Let’s not pretend he’s not shit at everything except evilness. Make this stop.
b) Drarry? What the Hell? In what universe would Harry Potter be romantically interested in a nasty, jealous bigot that has done nothing but torment him and insult his friends? What kind of hipster mating ritual is that? Why would he even want anything to do with the son of the man that facilitated the opening of the Chamber of Secrets? The same man that willingly served Voldemort? That thought Harry’s mother and Hermione were scum? Who passed down his beliefs to his son? The son who, at twelve years old, gloated about how the muggleborns at his school were going to be petrified? Who wanted to have a clearly intelligent animal put down because he couldn’t listen to his teacher’s instructions? Draco Malfoy is the racist rich frat boy of Hogwarts and he would’ve voted for Trump and you will never convince me that garbage kid would ever amount to anything good.
c) Petunia secretly loving Harry or anything that even suggest the Dursleys were under a spell. Ok, there’s like this theory that since Harry is a Horcrux, the Duesley could have been influenced by it like Ron was and that’s why they were hippopotamus dung. I don’t buy it. In the Philosopher’s Stone’s beginning, we follow the Dursleys in the first of November for the day. And not only McGonagall describes them as horrible people, we also have a rundown of their opinions about several stuff, including what they think about magic and the Potters, which is nothing good. And that’s a full day before Petunia finds Harry at her doorstep, so they can’t have been influenced by the Horcrux at all. And then there’s the fact that, when Ron had it, he was only affected by it until he left. When he came back, he said he had wanted to come back as soon as he left. If the effect of a Horcrux ends when the person is not in the vicinity of it, then how are the Dursleys not kinder to Harry after he spends TEN MONTHS OF THE YEAR at school and other people’s houses? How come Ron, Neville, Dean and Seamus, all sleeping in the same dorm as Harry, are not affected? Or Hermione? As for Petunia being only pretending to hate Harry, she sure is a great actress, hiting him in the head with frying pans and talking shit about his parents. Because her pretending about all that stuff without ever giving Harry a kind word sure makes the physical and psychological child abuse so much better and acceptable. Not.
d) Remus being a great “uncle” and loving Harry as his son or something. Also known as “if I ever have to read Remus calling Harry his cub and saying he is pack again, I don’t know what I’ll do but it’ll be bad”. People. Please. Unless this is a pre-Hogwarts AU in which Remus’ behavior is different, that’s bullshit. Motherfucker was probably aware of Lily and Petunia’s relationship status. Dude was lounging around wherever he was, probably unemployed, for twelve years and didn’t bother writing a single goddamn letter to his dead friend’s son. A friend that risked expulsion and prison time to become an illegal man-deer to help him with his lycantrophy problem. Something I’m guessing most people wouldn’t have done. Now I’m not saying it’s Lupin’s job to do that. He was under no obligation except that it would have been considerate. The only thing I hold against him is not telling Harry about his friendship with James when he taught defence. That was a dick move. Because if anyone deserved to know he and his father were friends with an allegedly dangerous convict hell bent on killing him to avenge his fallen cult master, it was Harry. And considering that Harry straight up ASKED, it was a super dick move of Remus not to tell him. But the point is, Remus was never involved in Harry’s life. He didn’t write him before Hogwarts, he didn’t visit. Considering how the Order was able to follow Harry around, it’s more or less safe to say there was no wards repelling magical people around Privet Drive. But he didn’t go, he didn’t write, not even a birthday card. Not before he was a teacher and not after. He wasn’t involved. He kept his distance. And that was fine, I guess, it wasn’t his job to do that, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t like or respects Harry, but it does not a family makes. Makes this pack shit stop, if Harry was so important to him, he would have been in touch. It’s not like apparition costs money. “Oh” you’ll say, “but Remus is a werewolf, he was afraid of hurting Harry”. That’s a shit excuse. The only way he could hurt Harry by being a werewolf was if he was stupid enough to show up at his doorstep on a full moon, two minutes before transforming, something he knows not to do. Otherwise he has to consciously want to hurt Harry, as a wizard. And quite honestly, if Remus Lupin went about his life constantly afraid of hurting people when not on the full moon or having any reason to think he would, he had no business going to the farmer’s market, let alone teaching at a boarding school. So, no excuse. He just didn’t have that relationship with Harry. Which is fine. I just can’t stand when people disregard all of his actions and pretend like he did.
e) Daphne Greegrass. That’s it. I hate that character in fanfiction. It’s the worst. All the Slytherins are a bunch of childish bullies but somehow every single fic with Daphne she’s this girl with the personality of a Martial Arts Dragon Lady that never shows pain (or any emotion) and it’s superior to everyone else. And she has that stupid nickname “The Ice Queen of Slytherin”. And she’s a shit character. I don’t even think she had a line in any book? She’s the Blaise Zabini of the Slytherin girls, except Blaise has different personalities in fanfiction. Can we kill this fucking trend?
To all the creators who compile Spotify playlists, mood boards and fan art for fics that honestly add an extra oomph to the whole fucking experience, from the bottom of my heart:
THANK YOU.
Me: "I love these actors but they have so much chemistry and very gay for each other and I rather see them marry each other than fantasizing one of them to marry me instead."
when in doubt, read fanfiction. when not in doubt, read fanfiction. honestly just read fanfiction it's the best.
first drarry fic!!
I am legit multishipping trash
This blog is legit multishipping trash
Help me find this fic PLEASE
Hay I don't really post but I just remembered a fic but I can't remember the name I've seen people do this before so hopefully it'll help
(sorry for formatting and/or grammar I'm a mobile and severely dyslexic)
What I can remember:
I remember either somewhere in the first chapters Harry and Draco end up having to share a train car, and talk and Draco tells Harry about being forced to become a death Eater. and they come up with a plan. which leads to Draco sending Harry his memories that could incriminate him, and Harry sending them back at a specific time afterwards. so Voldemort doesn't know Draco's true intentions. then they run away together to Grimwold's place. there's also some weird magical stuff with magic phoenix feather tattoos, I don't remember the details but I remember it was pretty cool in the actual fic. Harry also ends up telling everyone what actually happened at the dursleys and calls out and I believe takes Revenge on Dumbledore. oh and Draco pretends that he is a illegitimate black child after running away so he can continue to attend Hogwarts explain why he's close to Harry.
There are two kinds of people in the world :
1. Who believe there are two kinds of people
2. Who believe they’re are more than 2 kinds of people
Always been you-(ii)
A/N: i am tired out of my mind, but I managed to write this. Feedback and reblogs are appreciated. This chapter might be a little short but i have planned out the next two!
———Author’s Note ends———-
You walked away, the cold air nipping at you, they almost seemed as bitter as your thoughts did to your heart, still convinced that Spencer liked you.
All the nights you spent together reading, keeping each other company simply because you couldn’t sleep, you were the only one to know his fears of having a Psychotic break, of not being good enough and somehow,he always knew when something was off about you, and somewhere down the line, you fell hard.
Tears streaked your already numb face, but you blamed your injury, you could easily get a cab the road seemed busy.
“Taxi! Tax-“, you said flailing your left hand
“Y/n! You- uh you left in a hurry? Are you alright? You need help, wait I’ll drive you”
All your anger and bitterness faded as you looked up to him, staring into his honey eyes, with a hint of brown. How you resent such a pure person?
“Hey Spence, I’m- I’m fine, i’ll get home its not far from here, a couple of blocks, and I already bandaged my wound so its alright”
“Um- okay. We- we wanted to, to say Thanks, for saving our asses there” he changed the topic, not wanting to force you, he knew how stubborn you could be
“kind of my job, Spencer.” - You chuckled dryly - It’s a ‘we’ already huh?”
“Uh- wha- no that’s not what I
Meant, i mean”
“Relax Spencer, I really have to go. Take care”
You finally found a taxi, and stepped in, not waiting for his answer.
You had taken 2 weeks off, on medical leave, but you were fine,physically at least.The cut was healing pretty well, you just had to keep cleaning it, a little alcohol, on the wound and on your tongue seemed to do the trick. As you scrolled through the TV, the bell rang , you weren’t expecting anyone. Picking up your gun from the bottom drawer, unclasping the safety, you open the door gun steady in your right hand-
“Jeez!Y/N. I’ve bought you cookies not dynamite” Greeted Penelope, your Right hand which pointed a gun at her, now lowered,
“It kind of was unecessary, but it also is 12 AMSo i think I’m excused”
“Right, but can I come in first?”
“Make yourself at home” you said, putting the gun back in.
Settling for the couch, she started
“ Sweetie, how are you doing?I bought you this cute little purple Panda, it should make you feel better instantly”
“Yay, i feel soo much better already, thank you darling, my wound is healing very we-“
“You know what I’m talking ‘bout”
“ Why do you AND Emily,keep asking the same thing”- you
Flopped onto the couch”It’s not like Me and Spencer were dating”
“Hah, gotcha”
“What?”
“When did I say I was talking about Spencer? Pretty boy, invading your thoughts i see”
“Fine. I admit it.”
“That you’re completely in love with him?”
“ No!”-you said a little too loudly-“ i just like him”
“ Are you avoiding him?”
Handing you her freshly baked Choco chip cookies she said-
“ spill”
You couldn’t help yourself.
“ Yes, i cant look at him, because i feel stupid about the fact that I wanted to tell him that I like him when he, clearly is in love with someone else” you look away,
“How could I be so stupid?”
“Honey, you were gonna tell him? Oh I am so gonna make him
Pay for hurting you, pretty boy isnt getting these cookies for a month now”pulling you into a bone crushing hug, rubbing your back she said
“There’s nothing to worry about, because Mr. Genius is in love with you too, He cares for you a lot more than Maeve, she is Special to himbut only because she’s someone like him, but you, you are his perfect match, you get him like no one else does, stop being sad,get dressed you and me are Going out”
“Really? At 12?”
“There’s a quite bar Emily Suggested, her and JJ will meet us there in an hour let’s get going babygirl”
Rain-Part 2
Whoops.. two updates in a row!! I am on fire.. Okay but seriously, the first part got like 34 notes and i swear, i did a crazy dance that would make you pee in your pants coz of laughter. I checked twice if it was something i wrote. So, for that. I am writing the second part. I wanna link the first part. Any requests or ideas for any of my stories feel free to ask :) Okay this one is really short, but i will update and finish this series in two days time.
Please assume You joined Hogwarts in your 5th year. Pureblood and Slytherin
Part 1
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You saw Draco, every day from then every morning when both of you left for work. It wouldn’t be much of a conversation just a polite ‘good morning’ or ‘how are you this morning’ or maybe just a smile.
After the war, you did not want to live life in the wizarding world it brought too many painful memories. You lived life the classical muggle way. And occasionally did visit Hogsmeade and your old friends, the trio , neville and luna. You never really got to know many people other than them.
That day you went out with Hermione and ginny shopping for a ball gown you needed to wear to another one of your families balls they held annually, or mabye more. You’d lost count.
Finally, you found it. It was a strapless turquoise and silver dress with a slit in the middle just above your knee. You needed some alterations so you left it there, and were going to pick it up a week later.(Dress below, sorry if you dont like it )
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~1 week later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You were about to leave to pick up your dress when it started pouring heavily.
“Ugh. What am I going to do??. Mom is soo gonna kill me”, sitting down grumpy. You grab your favourite book and started to read. Just as the rain stopped, you stepped out your door, to see your dress hung neatly on your doorknob. It had a note that said “ Thank me when you see me, Friday 7 pm? - DM”. It was a note from none other than Draco Lucius Malfoy.
Drarry? Sure. But y'know what's better than Drarry? When it has Jegulus parallels.
Hermione, to Draco and Harry over a cup of coffee: I'm really glad you two have finally put your differences behind you. It's a relief to watch you both have a conversation without bickering.
Ron, laughing: It's a little weird though, right? Next they'll be getting friendship bracelets, or something.
Harry:
Draco:
Harry and Draco: *simultaneously pulls down their sleeves*
Anne Carson (2009)
Arthur S. Way (1898)
George Theodoridis (2010)
Ian C. Johnston (2010)
E.P. Coleridge (1910)
Theodore Alois Buckley (1892)
John Peck, Frank Nisetich (1995)
R. Potter (1906)
M. L. West (1987)
William Arrowsmith (1958)
Philip Vellacott (1972)
Michael Wodhull (1782)
Kenneth McLeish (1997)
David Kovacs (2002)
Andrew Wilson (1993)
Euripides - Original (408 BCE)