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Rachel Brosnahan as Miriam ‘Midge’ Maisel in The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel

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Feeling sappy about found family lately 🥹

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Hermione holding Crookshanks Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (2004)

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“Bye, Harry!” said Hermione, and she did something she had never done before, and kissed him on the cheek. ― Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

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PAAPA ESSIEDU as Severus Snape Finding Harry: The Craft Behind the Magic | HBO Special 2026

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Harry sat down next to the window where, half hidden, he could watch the red-haired family on the platform.

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ive come to realize i ship harry with anyone whos nice to him

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This is what Ron should have walked in on.

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GET TO KNOW ME MEME: Favorite Romantic Relationships [2/?] ↳ Harry Potter & Hermione Granger (Harry Potter)

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Harry and Hermione at their wedding.

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a lil beefy harry because i felt like it 🙃

i need to practice rendering things that aren't faces lol you don't want to know how long this arm took me lol 😭

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Terrible Timing

@drarrymicrofic | wc: 330 | prompt: tremble

For three days, the Auror Office had been tearing London apart for Harry’s missing partner, and he had not slept a wink.

Now, Harry was at Malfoy’s side, blasting through the restraints. Malfoy slumped forward, and Harry caught him before he hit the floor.

“Malfoy,” Harry said, gathering his trembling body carefully into his arms. “Malfoy, look at me.”

Malfoy’s eyes opened, unfocused and dulled.

“Potter,” he rasped.

“I’m here. Help’s coming.”

Malfoy blinked at him. “You look dreadful.”

Harry let out something that was almost a laugh. “You’ve been tortured for three days and you’re insulting my appearance?”

“Priorities,” Malfoy whispered, closing his eyes.

“Stay awake.”

“I’m trying. Don’t sound so bossy.”

Harry pressed his fingers to Malfoy’s throat. His pulse was there, fast and weak.

“Sorry,” Harry said. “I’ll ask nicely next time.”

“Liar.”

Harry’s hand shook where it held him. “Yeah.”

Malfoy stared up at him, breathing shallowly. His whole body kept jerking in little aftershocks.

“I thought about you,” Malfoy said.

Harry swallowed. “What?”

“I—.” Malfoy’s fingers twitched against Harry’s sleeve. “I imagined you, when the pain got too much.”

Malfoy’s eyes fluttered, and Harry tightened his arm around him.

“No. Stay with me.”

“Trying,” Malfoy said again, irritated even now. “Merlin, Potter.”

“Good. Be annoyed. That’s good.”

Malfoy gave the smallest broken huff.

“The thought of you kept me alive,” he continued. “Without you, what do I live for?”

“Malfoy.”

“I know. Terrible timing. Always had terrible timing.”

Harry stared at him. “Are you under Veritaserum?”

“Yes, but that means you have to believe me.”

Harry brushed his fingers through Malfoy’s hair, matted and bloodied. “I do.”

“I want you,” Malfoy said bluntly. “There. Bloody humiliating.”

“You don’t have to—”

“I do have to. That’s rather the point of truth serum, Potter.”

Harry’s vision blurred.

“Just believe me,” Malfoy whispered. “Please.”

The door burst open. Voices filled the room as Aurors and Healers flooded in.

Harry held onto Malfoy until they made him let go.

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The abandon corridor on the 4th floor of the ministry was dimly lit, the only sound was the distant hum of the elevator and the frantic beat of Harry’s own heart. They were barely able to slip away, voices still echoing in the distance, when Draco shoved Harry against the cool stone wall. One hand braced against the wall to Harry’s left while the other pressed firmly over Harry’s mouth. A muffled, involuntary whimper escaped against Draco’s palm

“Quiet,” Draco hissed, voice hot against Harry’s cheek. Harry’s breath stuttered against Draco’s hand. Before he could even register it, Draco leaned in close. “Make one sound and we’re dead.”

From up close, Harry could see Draco’s eyes; Pale, icy silver starlight edged with something deeper. The eyes that were once cold and cutting, burned with something raw and intense. This wasn’t his Malfoy. The man who found him bleeding, and drenched behind the ruins of Diagon Alley now looked at him like a ghost. Because in this world Harry Potter was supposed to be dead. Voldemort had won and began his rein over the wizarding world.

Yet here he was. Alive and so full of fire and fight, breathing rapidly against Draco’s skin and so utterly present that Draco couldn’t look away.

“You’re not him,” Draco whispered, voice rough and fractured, silver eyes searching and tracing the lines of Harry’s face as if memorizing the impossible. Then Draco leaned in, lips brushing the back of his own knuckles where they sealed Harry’s mouth and pressed his lips gently over the back of his hand. His lips lingered there, eyes fluttering half-shut as if he could taste the ghost of Harry through skin and bone. Harry’s breath hitched hot and ragged against Draco’s palm, those brilliant green eyes widening in response.