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“What happens when someone dies, but they have no one there waiting for them yet?”

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you are never truly alone

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suicide is never the answer. 

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Anniversary

~hey guys! i’ve been in a bit of an angsty mood lately and decided to pull myself out with some cuteness! apologies for any bad grammar or spelling ahead and the time here is said in non-military time so quarter of seven is 18:45 and 6:52 means 18:52 and stuff, ik it’s not authentic but it’s too late for me to figure out how to say it without sounding weird! hope you enjoy!thanks guys! - a~

“Thank Merlin for Molly Weasley,” he muttered as he put the pan into the over and set a timer. However, despite all the lessons from Mrs. Weasley, Draco still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going to go wrong.

Though they’d only been dating 2 months, Draco had initially gone to apologize to Harry’s family nearly immediately after his trial. After he had apologized for his behavior as a young menace and explaining though he was mirroring his fathers behavior, he understood if they didn’t acknowledge nor accept his apology, Draco’s friendship with Harry grew tentatively. When the Weasley’s had seen his development, they also started to develop small friendships between the individuals and Draco. Eventually, Molly started to invite Draco over to tea with Harry, and when they started dating, had even invited him over individually. When over tea one day Draco had mentioned how he loved Harry’s cooking and wished he could reciprocate, Molly jumped at the idea and slowly began teaching Draco the basics.

As he slowly began to learn, he thought of how great it would be to surprise Harry with this new not-so-talent. When he showed up for tea and the next cooking lesson, Draco told Molly about the idea of surprising his boyfriend on their two month anniversary. However, seeing as he was cooking in the Weasley home, he also requested that the Weasley matriarch would have her various children refrain from mentioning sightings of him. And from that day two weeks ago, Molly had vigorously taught Draco how to cook a three course meal, and homemade treacle tart.

And that is why Draco is pacing across the kitchen, lost in his thoughts. As he paced, and his heels clicked against the floor, he failed to notice his boyfriend walk through the door. Said boyfriend was now standing with a confused smile, watching his lover, and taking in the surroundings. Those surroundings included a hot boyfriend wearing a navy blue sweater, black trousers, and an apron from Mrs. Weasley, which had an H embroidered on the front. Not only was seeing Draco in an apron odd, but said apron was covered in flour, and his face and white-blond hair were slightly dusted with it as well.

Draco finally pulled his head up from his anxious worried, and noticed Harry standing in the door way and promptly screamed.

“Merlin’s saggy tits!! Potter don’t scare me like that! I almo- waIT SHIT POTTER! What the fuck are you doing home!”

“Er Dray? It’s quarter of 7, the time we agreed to both be home by for our date?”

“No it’s not! I’ve not been pacing for 30 minutes! Tempus”

It was actually 6:52, which meant the meal should be ready in 8 minutes if all went according to plan.

“Errr- can I ask why you’re wearing my apron and covered in flour?” Harry asked tentatively.

“Fuck I ruined the surprise! Can I obliviate you?” Draco asked with tears welling in frustration.

“Draco, what surprise? And no.”

“I was going to usher you upstairs when you walked through the door and then bring you down to a homemade meal by me at around 7:05. But now I’ve gone and ruined it! And I’m covered in flour! And you weren’t ushered upstairs and ugh”

“Wait when did you learn to cook?” Harry asked as he was still stuck on the home cooked meal.

“Mrs. Weasley has been teaching me since I mentioned how much I loved your meals and wished I could make you one.” Draco said, pouting a bit as his surprise was ruined.

“Babe! That’s so sweet of you! Did you really do that for me?”

“No Potter, I did it so I could wear this oh so fashionable apron, with the newest craze of flour on clothes. Of course I did you daft git.”

“But all I got you was a new sweater and a locket! You learned how to make food which, no offense, but you couldn’t do last I checked. And I didn’t do anything for you and I’m sor-“

Harry was cut off by soft lips against his, which quickly pulled away as arms wrapped around his midsection.

“Harry, did you not hear the entirety behind why I learned this? You’re cooking inspired me because I wanted you to feel the admiration I feel whenever you do things like that. Oh fuck it, I wanted you to feel how much I love you through the food like I do when I eat yours, whether you intended it or not. Harry, you gave me a new family, and most of all, you make me fall in love with you more every day, so don’t say you didn’t do anything. Because whether you like it or not, you have made me fall in love with you Harry James Potter. And please don’t feel the need to reply in form, I understand if it was a bit fast for you, but I felt the need to tell you today.” At the end of it, Draco buried his face back into his lover’s chest and let the words process.

After about a minute of silence, Harry whispered into Draco’s floury hair,

“I love you too Draco.”

He then proceeded to tilt his boyfriend’s chin up and was leaning in for a kiss when the timer went off. Draco pulled himself away from his Harry and smiled a small goofy smile.

“So, now that we’re on the same lovely page, let’s see if I can actually cook, shall we?”

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To Make Him Smile

~ hey! here’s a late night angst-ish fic that came to mind after listening to “just to see you smile” by tim mcgraw. hopefully it doesn’t suck too bad but then again, i haven’t written angst in a while so we’ll see. oh and it’s in harry’s pov~

Spending this much time in the bathroom wasn’t how I planned to spend my Sunday evening less than a day ago. But then again, when have I ever stuck to my plans? I cast a ‘tempus’ to find that I snuck into the bathroom over two hours ago, making it 01:37. But luckily, everything is ready for tomorrow - er, this morning, and I can’t help but hope he’s happy when he sees it.

Crawling back into bed with a towel on the pillow, I can’t help but wonder if there was an easier way than the muggle way. The sheer amount of effort I put in the last 12 hours for this is more then I’ve done since rebuilding the castle. I’m quite happy with the results, however, and the extra trip to Muggle London was completely worth it.

While I’m pleased with the results, I can’t help the anxiousness bubbling up inside when I think about what he’ll think. I don’t think I would do this for anyone else, not Ron nor ‘Mione, and Godric knows I never planned on this for him. But like me, he has changed, and while I can’t tell if I’ve changed for the better or worst, it’s obvious to those with eyes that he not only feels horrible for what he did, but is trying to be better. And I think that’s what drew me back to him initially. Seeing him in remorse, and seeing him actually want to help and improve the mess he felt responsible for. And for a while there, I thought he was responsible for the mess too, but as we finished the rebuilding of the castle, and took a step back, I didn’t just look at the castle.

I had watched him help for the whole three months of reconstruction, not a complaint ever heard. So I took a step back and re-evaluated his role in the war. And it left me not only feeling sympathetic for the bloke, but empathetic as well. He was dragged into this same as me. The previous animosity we shared led me to jump to conclusions about him, and when he didn’t identify me, I couldn’t help but brush it off as him being stupid. Obviously, he knew it was me, as I learned prior to testifying for him and his mother.

From that day in front of the castle onward, I couldn’t help but watch, not out of suspicion or obsession like before, but of admiration. He came back and faced his demons, but had surprisingly accepted all of the hate directed at him. I watched as he nodded when insults were hurled his way, and when he didn’t even put up a shield despite seeing a hex coming from a mile away. And he’s been the same throughout the year. During classes he keeps his head down, and allows the obvious comments from teachers and students alike to be said, and remains unresponsive. As the nights pass, the more the dark circles under his silver eyes darken, leaving his pale skin looking ghostly in contrast. Once I realized his too pale skin was not only looking paler in comparison but retaining no color at all, I finally noticed he barely eats.

But nobody pays him any mind as he neglects lunch or pushes around his food on his plate. Not like they did when I used to do that. And it hurts my heart to see him in so much pain. His friends weren’t brave enough to return like he was, leaving him alone among the crowd. I don’t think I’ve seen him actually smile since the day his mother was declared innocent.

He actually hasn’t spoken since the day of his trial, at least not anytime I’ve seen him. He thanked me that day, his voice raw from speaking for so long. I constantly replay the sound in my head, and I wish I could hear it more often. But first things first, I want to see him smile.

While we were originally enemies, I’ve watched his snooty attitude fall away these past few years, and I pretty much openly admire who he is now. He deserves to smile, and to be loved by more than obligation. In his trial, he spoke of how while his father had forced him to take his role, he had never really had a father in the first place. The man who was supposed to step in that role caused him pain and damage, and while his mother loved him, she could do nothing but watch. I want to be there for him now. And honestly, I couldn’t give you a concise explanation as to why. But I do, and that will start when I make him smile. Not once or twice, but for the rest of his life, even if he doesn’t choose for me to be there for him forever, I still will be there as a friend until the end.

Bloody hell, I spent so much time thinking about why I love him I might ruin my plan by sleeping in. Holy shit, did I just say love? Whatever, that’s a morning problem. For now, I’m going to fall asleep with green hair, and hope that I can get Draco Malfoy to smile again.

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wotcher, vic

The first time Victoire meets Teddy, he’s two and she’s just been born. She doesn’t remember any of it, but later, much later, her parents would tell her that she’d gurgled at the sight of him like she’d known he was going to end up being her best friend. And then—this part is always accompanied by a knowing smirk—when they brought Teddy up to the new mother and daughter (“Das a bay-bee?” he’s later quoted as saying. “Weird.”), his hair changed from Weasley-red to the same shade of blonde as hers.

“Zis ees Victoire,” her maman had said, smiling down at Teddy. “Do you want to say ‘ello, Teddy?”

And Teddy had cocked his head to the side, nodded in the sort of pompous, overly-excited fashion that only a two-year-old could get away with, and said, “Wotcha, Vic.”

//

By the time Victoire can talk and walk (and thus cause all sorts of trouble), she and Teddy are inseparable. Literally—Victoire throws tantrums that pay hefty tribute to her Veela heritage whenever she goes more than a few days without seeing her best friend. Sometimes, they hang out at Auntie And-rah-meh-da’s house, but most of the time, it’s either at the Burrow or Shell Cottage or sometimes even Uncle Harry’s house. Her maman frowns when Victoire comes home with her hair a mess and her dress splattered with mud, but because Victoire’s cheeks are always flushed and her grin is set to devour her whole face, she doesn’t say anything.

After all, there’s always Cleaning Charms (and thank Merlin for them). And besides, as Victoire’s daddy likes to say when he thinks Victoire isn’t listening, “at least she’s still young enough that the only trouble she gets into with boys is a spot of mud.”

//

When Victoire turns two, her maman and daddy sit her on the couch between them and tell her that she’s going to have a sister. Victoire doesn’t care much. A sister would be nice, she thinks. Teddy is nice, but he’s four now. He’s old and sometimes he doesn’t want to hang out with her because she’s too young. Plus, he’s a boy. And boys are gross, even if they’re crazy-haired Metamorphmagus boys named Teddy. (Especially if.)

“My maman’s gonna have a baby,” she tells Teddy a few days later, lying down on the grass beside him.

Teddy doesn’t say anything for a long moment, just continues pulling up grass with stubby fingers. “Good,” he says suddenly, and she’s so surprised that she turns to face him. His hair is black like Uncle Harry’s. “You’ll have someone else to play with.”

Victoire’s face screws up. “Why’re you so mean tuh me?” she demands shrilly, sitting up and glaring at him.

Teddy turns away from her, his hair briefly taking on the same shade of green as the grass around them before returning to jet black. “Because I’m older,” he answers angrily, throwing his handful of grass at her. Most of it lands on her dress, but she can feel pieces of it in her hair. “I don’t want to play with babies like you all the time.”

Victoire starts crying. She pushes herself off the ground and runs back to the safety of her home, wishing she’d never met Teddy Lupin. That Muggle girl from the nearby village was right—boys are meanies. But she never thought Teddy could be like them. He’d taught her how to colour and he played in the mud with her and brought her Chocolate Frogs when she was sad. He was nice… wasn’t he?

Or not. Beyond furious and more than a little sad, she stomps into the cottage and slams the door behind her with as much force as she can muster. One of the panes of glass breaks, and her maman comes running into the room at the noise, one hand cradling her tummy, eyes wide. Her daddy is only a few steps behind her, his forehead all scrunched up, wand in hand.

“What ees eet, ma chérie?” her maman asks, crouching down and cradling Victoire’s face in her hands. Her beautiful features—her mother really is beautiful, the most beautiful woman in the whole world—are twisted with worry. “What ‘appened? Are you okay? Are you ‘urt? Where ees Teddy?”

When she hears Teddy’s name, Victoire starts to sob even harder. “He—he called me a baby,” she bawls, throwing her arms around her mother. “He said he was glad you’re havin’ a baby ‘cause then he doesn’t have tuh play with me anymore!”

Her mother pulls her onto her lap and starts to rock her back and forth, singing an old French lullaby under her breath. Victoire’s daddy looks angry, but he crouches next to her too, stroking her hair. “I don’t care if the kid’s four and basically family,” he mutters lowly to his wife. “I’m going to kill him.”

Victoire’s maman giggles quietly as she continues to rock Victoire back and forth. “Beell,” she says in the same tone of voice she uses on Victoire when she’s done something bad, “you cannot ‘urt every boy who ‘urts Veeky.”

“But I want to,” Victoire’s daddy mumbles, sounding every bit like his daughter in her most petulant moments.

Victoire’s maman huffs, but there’s a small smile playing out across her lips. “‘e is young,” she says firmly. “And ‘e will make mistakes. Watch—’e will be back to apologize. ‘E cannot stay away.”

And sure enough, fifteen minutes later, there’s a timid knock on the door, and it’s Teddy, looking small and lost. “I—uh…” he trails off, his eyes flickering between his scuffed trainers and where Victoire stands behind her father, hands on her hips like Aunt Ginny when she wants to look intimidating. “I’m sorry, Vicky. I was being mean.”

Victoire’s already forgiven him—she forgave him five minutes ago. But she still darts out from being her father and plants a kick square on Teddy’s shin. It gets her a time-out from her mother and an irritated look from Teddy, but her father’s smiling into his palm, so it’s worth it.

//

Her sister is born four months before Victoire’s third birthday. Victoire’s in St. Mungo’s waiting room with Teddy and Andromeda—she only learned how to properly say the older woman’s name a few weeks ago—because there’s too much screaming in room where her mother and it smells too much like the Burrow after one of Grandma Weasley’s cleaning days.

Finally, a Healer finds them and tells them the baby has been born and would you please come this way, ma’ams and sir. Victoire, scared and nervous and excited all at the same time, grabs Teddy’s hand as they follow behind the adults. Teddy’s hair turns bright red—brighter than her daddy’s—but he doesn’t pull away.

When they reach the room, the rest of her family is already there, crowded around a bed, but they smile and make room for her once they spot her. Victoire catches sight of her mother with a bundle of blankets in her arms, hair dark with sweat, cheeks flushed. But both she and Victoire’s daddy, who’s hovering beside her and looking pale, are smiling widely.

Her mother motions for Victoire come closer. Victoire hasn’t let go of Teddy’s hand yet, so he just follows behind her shyly as she gets closer to the bed. “This ees your new sister, Veeky,” her maman whispers hoarsely, holding the blankets out to Victoire.

Victoire looks down at the blankets, shocked to see a pair of blue eyes staring back at her somberly. It’s so small. Hesitantly, she reaches out a finger and touches one of the baby’s tiny fingers. The baby makes a noise that sounds a little like a laugh, and Victoire’s maman smiles even wider. “‘Er name ees Dominique.”

Victoire doesn’t really understand what’s going on, but she hugs her mom anyways, and when Teddy whispers, “are all babies this ugly?” into her ear, she stomps on his foot even though she kind of agrees with him.

//

Victoire’s brother Louis arrives when Victoire is four and a half, and Shell Cottage becomes a warzone. Luckily, though Teddy is almost seven now—way older than her—he still hangs out with her when he’s not seeing his other friends.

One day, when everyone’s at the Burrow for Sunday Brunch, he tells her that he’s going to teach Louis all his tricks. Victoire looks at him in her best Aunt Ginny impression—hands on her hips, upturned eyebrows, pursed lips, eyes blazing—and says, “what tricks, Teddy Lupin?” She’s just lost her childish lisp, and it makes her sound older. Teddy blanches.

“Blimey, Ted,” Uncle Ron laughs, clapping an affronted Teddy on the back. “You’d better watch out.”

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Eyes

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When Harry first saw them, it was after McGonagall made him seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch team.  Malfoy’s nostrils flared in annoyance and his eyes turned blood red. Harry and Ron gasped simultaneously, but Malfoy blinked several times before the red morphed into whatever their normal colour was.

The next time Harry had seen Malfoy’s eyes change was when they were in detention in the Forbidden Forest and stumbled upon Voldemort drinking the unicorn blood. Malfoy screeched and ran; Harry only managed to see his eyes flicker to a bright yellow, before he ran to where ever Hagrid was.

When he came with Hagrid and they walked back to the castle, Harry fell into step next Malfoy.

‘Malfoy, your eyes, they change colours!’ Harry exclaimed, Malfoy stared at him pointedly, his eyes flickering to a brief red.

“I am aware of that, Potter!” Malfoy snapped back, scowling at him.

+

Harry was most surprised at Malfoy’s eye colour in second year.

Malfoy was mocking Harry from across the Quidditch pitch, probably having the time of his life watching Harry soar across the pitch, away from the rogue bludger.

When Harry looked up to form a retort, he was dumbfounded. This resulted in the bludger missing him by a hairsbreadth. Malfoy’s eyes were bright green and in the sun they were the most beautiful thing Harry had ever seen.

Harry stared at him and realised the snitch was fluttering next to Malfoy and took the opportunity to soar past and get a closer glimpse of the green. As Harry flew past him, he realised Malfoy’s eyes flickered to bright yellow, he had thought Harry was going to attack him.

+

Harry next brought up Malfoy’s eyes in third year, at breakfast.

His spoon clattered into his cereal bowl, and threw his hands up in exasperation.

‘It’s so easy, Hermione!’ Hermione looked up from her book and raised an eyebrow at him. ‘To know! How he’s feeling. Just by looking at his bloody eyes.’

Ron choked on his bacon and shot a smirk at Hermione. ‘To be completely honest, Harry, I think Malfoy and Hermione should swap eyes, it would be so much easier to know when and when not to talk to her.’

Harry scowled at him jokingly. ‘But seriously, I actually think it’s really cool. Like, you don’t even need to ask, you could just look him in the eyes and say “don’t fucking lie to me, you’re sad,”’ Harry sighed sadly. ‘Imagine having that power of him.’

There was a cackle heard across the hall. Harry turned to look behind him, Malfoy was smirking at him.

“Discussing my eyes, again, Potter?”

Harry cast his eyes skywards and let out an elongated sigh.

“My, my, Malfoy, your eyes are looking positively rosey today! Did you have a good sleep?” Malfoy’s smirk disappeared and he frantically blinked, crossing his eyes as if to check whether they actually were. Harry, Ron and Hermione fell about laughing, because everyone knew what rosey meant.

Parkinson had to place a hand on Malfoy’s shoulder and whispered in his ear to assure him his eyes definitely weren’t rosey and he needn’t worry. Malfoy looked up and stared at Harry, his eyes the brightest shade of red Harry had ever seen. His breath hitched in his throat, as had everyone else’s in the hall. Malfoy stood up slowly and walked over to the Gryffindor table, visibly seething.

“You lying bastard!” Malfoy grabbed Harry by the front of his robes, Harry wouldn’t have been scared if it was someone else, but because it was Malfoy and his eyes were fucking red, Harry was scared shitless. Harry gulped and tried to pull his robes out of Malfoy’s grip, but it was like metal. “Don’t – ever – lie – to – me – about – my – fucking –eye – colour!” He loosened his grip on Harry and let himself be dragged away by Snape, who was mumbling something to blond as they walked away.

Harry sat down and grinned, determined to show any trace of fear on his face. “I won’t be doing that again anytime soon, then!”

Hermione’s mouth twitched and she let out huff of a laugh. “Harry?” He looked at her. “You were terrified, shut up.”

“Well, in my defence, he did overeat just a bit.”

His best friends scoffed.

+

Harry decided to go into further research as to what colours were what emotions.

Ron and Hermione sighed, but said nothing.

+

In fifth year, when Malfoy caught Harry and some of the DA, his eyes had been one of the brightest shades of green and Harry knew he was positively ecstatic.

Harry noticed that after Umbridge slapped him, Malfoy’s eyes swirled into dull yellow. Harry’s heart soared at the fact that Malfoy was scared for him.

+

Harry snuck looks at Malfoy throughout sixth year. At each glance, he realised that every time he looked at Malfoy, his eyes got a darker shade of blue.

That was until Harry sneaked up on him in the bathroom.

They were purple.

When Harry cast the curse, Malfoy’s eyes turned bright pink. Apathetic. Showing or feeling no interest, enthusiasm, or concern.

+

As 1996 turned 1997, Harry’s thoughts often drifted to Malfoy and what colour his eyes were. Harry felt as if the thought of them were the only thing keeping him sane.

+

In late March, the trio got dragged to Malfoy manor. While they were running from the snatchers, Hermione cast a stinging hex on Harry, disfiguring his face – hopefully – beyond recognition.  

Harry got dragged through the gates first, Hermione and Ron following suite.

When Lucius Malfoy pushed Malfoy forward, Harry saw, for the first time in nearly a year. He saw his favourite thing in the world. The constantly flickering colours, never really settling on exact colours, changed, for probably the first time in months, to an astonishing shade of green, before flickering back to deep blue.

‘I can’t – I can’t be sure.’

Harry let out an audible sigh before reminding himself of his surroundings.

+

In the Room of Requirement, when Harry stumbled upon Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, Harry was sure Malfoy was terrified.

When they flying out the room, Harry thought he would pass out from how tight Malfoy was holding him.

The five of them, minus Crabbe, tumbled out of the blazing room.

When they all regained some sort of strength, Harry turned to  Malfoy, who’s eyes were still blaring yellow, and threw his arms around the other boy, burying his face in Malfoy’s shoulder and letting out a sob before letting go and running off.

+

At Malfoy’s trial, when Harry testified for him, Harry caught his gaze and saw his eyes were light orange.  Nervous and anxious.

Both Draco and Narcissa Malfoy got four years probation, if any sort of fights or provoking of any kind, they would be joining their beloved Lucius in Azkaban.

+

Harry spent an awful lot of time chasing bullies around the school in his 8th Year at Hogwarts.

+

Harry noticed that Malfoy’s eyes were almost always pink.

At breakfast one morning Harry noticed Malfoy sitting at the end of the Slytherin table, next to the teacher’s table, reading.

Harry looked to the Gryffindor table at Ron and Hermione giggling together. Harry shrugged and walked over Malfoy and stuck his hand out to him.

‘Hi, I heard this is where Draco Malfoy eats?’ Harry cocked his head to the side. ‘I would introduce my friends but they’re over there being all lovey dovey,’ Harry head Ron let out a squawk. ‘And my name is Potter, Harry Potter.’

Well aware of the silence that occurred across the hall, Malfoys eye’s morphed into bright green for the first time in months. Harry’s heart fluttered when he realised that Mal- Draco was grinning like a lunatic. Draco’s arm flew out and grasped Harry’s hand and shook it thoroughly.

Oh, thank God. Harry thought.

+

Over the few months Harry had been friends with Draco, he insisted on eating with him for lunch and dinner, only eating breakfast with Hermione and Ron, but they were too wrapped up with each other to notice. Not that Harry minded. He enjoyed making small, but funny comments to see his newfound friend tilt his head back and let out the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

Harry loved the way Draco tilted his head back, his mouth open ever so slightly when he laughed and the way he didn’t spend any time on his hair now and how it fell into his eyes when he spoke shyly to Harry. And how he started to hold himself with his old confidence, jokingly sneering at Harry and shooting him insults that didn’t sting as much as they did before. Lastly, the way Draco’s eyes were almost always green now.

Harry was pretty sure he was falling in love.

+

‘Roooon?’

‘Yes, mate?’ Ron replied, looking up from his potions essay.

‘How did you know you were in love with Hermione?’

‘Well, I don’t know, I guess it’s your favourite qualities about said person and how they make you feel when they’re around you. The things they’re most passionate about. You feel invincible.’

Harry let out a huff.

‘Woops.’

Ron clapped him on the back and hugged him, whispering a quick, ‘It’s okay.’

+

‘Draco?’ Harry whispered to his friend at breakfast.

‘Yes, Harry?’

‘You’re eyes are always green now,’ Draco’s head snapped up and his eyes, now orange, widened. ‘I’m glad you’re happy.’

Draco let out an audible sigh of relief and went back to reading his Potions book. Harry had the slightest smile on his face and Draco’s ears were bright red.

Harry felt a gaze on him. He twisted in his seat and saw Hermione and Ron smiling at him widely, Harry knew his face had turned beat red and he turned back around.

+

They brewed Armortentia in Potions.

All Harry smelt was the overpowering cologne Draco wears.

He gulped and stepped away from Draco.

+

‘Just do it, Harry. Just say it to me.’ Hermione flapped her arms impatiently.

‘Hermione you aren’t him!’ Harry shrunk lower into the armchair when she glared at him. He huffed. ‘Fine. Draco, I really, really like you, I hope you feel the same.’

‘Harry! There is no emotion whatsoever! You claim you like or love him, but it really doesn’t seem like it!’

‘You know what? I’ll tell him now!’

‘Fine!’

‘Fine.’

Harry stood up and headed out the 8th year common room portrait.

+

Harry was shaking with nerves. He turned a corner, heading to the library. That’s where Draco usually was after dinner.

‘Why do I have to be so bloody proud?’ He mumbled to himself, kicking a crack in the cement. ‘I need to get it off my chest anyway; it’s driving me insane,’

‘My my, has our Golden boy lost the plot? Talking to himself?’ Harry’s neck snapped up and was met by vibrant green eyes. He let out a heavy sigh and-

‘DracoIreallylikeyou.’

‘What? Repeat that I didn’t catch a word of it.’

‘I always knew you were deaf.’ Draco raised an eyebrow and Harry sighed again. He stepped forward ever so slightly and leaned upwards and pressed his lips lightly to Draco’s.

When Harry pulled back, Draco’s eyes were wet and rosey.

‘Well, Malfoy, your eyes look positively rosey today!’

Draco giggled and pulled Harry back in for a kiss.

[caffeinatedvagitarian]

headcanon that teddy lupin has a little “business” at hogwarts where he will change his appearance to someone and then go do whatever it is that person needs to do. like if someone needs to break up with their boyfriend but are too scared to do it, they’ll hire teddy and teddy will change into them and do it for them. or if they need to go serve detention but the professor is really shitty to that person and they can’t handle it, teddy will go to detention for them so that the person doesn’t have to deal with that professor. or if they are nervous about a date with someone, teddy will turn into that person so that they can practice talking to that person until they feel they can calmly do so. teddy just being a helpful person getting paid in sweets or tutoring or a drink in Hogsmeade

[cannibalhello]

Teddy is not available to serve detentions with Professor Longbottom, who can recognize his mannerisms too well (“Honestly Teddy, your godfather makes that same face.”) or McGonagall, who took one look at him the first time he tried and announced that he could serve his own detention the next night.

[caffeinatedvagitarian]

I approve of this addition. 11/10.

[darlingimconfused]

Scared, Potter?

“i’ve told you a million times, i’m ready for this. i’ve always been ready for this.”

“good because that was the final test.” pansy said with a smirk. “you’re officially ready to become Draco Potter! in all honestly though, why didn’t you have potter take your name?”

“well, i️ mean,” i️ started. “such an amazing person like harry doesn’t deserve such an awful name like malfoy. plus it’s not like anything good has come from that name in my life. and i️ finally want to start a chapter of happiness with him. i️’m finally happy pans. and i️ already have one reminder of the awful decisions and pain, this just seemed like a blessing and i️ took the opportunity to help myself for once.”

“honestly dray, i’m so happy that you’re happy. even if it is potter.” pans said as she stuck out her tongue.

“hey you shouldn’t be talking miss ‘two out of three of my date mates are granger and weasel’. at least i️ scored the boy who lived!” i️ said with a chuckle.

“excuse you they’re my fiancées, thank you very much.” she replied with a hair flip. then she started straightening her dress and looked me in the eyes. “are you certain you’re ready? because it’s time.”

“of course pansy. see you on the other side.”

“see you on the other side.” and with that she walked through the big brass doors ahead of me into the church along with granger at her side.

just then i️ felt hands on my shoulders, brushing them clean.

“you ready darling?” my mother asked, looping her arm through mine.

“let’s do this!” i️ replied excitingly. taking one last look at my tux, i️ heard the music start, implying i️ was to arrive. i️ pushed the brass doors open, and went into the bright room to start my new life.

[basicallyahpblog]

draco malfoy(my fav) so this was my first and second attempt at drawing!! or sketching? honestly i know nothing. the second one was basically an attempt to better the first my softening the features and stuff but again i have no clue as to how it works. someone please hmu and teach me art thx!!