Green and blue

No I'm not fine! fanfictions fucked me up!!

[amethystroselily]

Actually it’s so so so funny that when Andrew’s introduced it feels like he’s going to be the bad boy love interest that turns the main character’s life upside down and gets him involved in something dark and mysterious, but then (it literally just occurred to me) that’s NEIL actually, and Andrew is literally just some guy with serious childhood trauma.

[lilbeanz]

Excuse me but WHY are Helga Pataki and Draco Malfoy literally (almost) the same person?!?!

I never watched Hey Arnold growing up, (I don’t think they showed in the UK?) But my goodness let me tell you– when I discovered this character I was screaming!!!! My drarry-filled brain exploded!

So yes. This is headcanon now. Thank you.

Rant over😂

[dianaflawless]

*at a zoo*

Draco: What are they in for?

Harry: Draco, this isn't prison.

Draco: So they can leave?

Harry: No, but-

Draco, pointing at a meerkat: I bet that one murdered someone.

[drarrysht]

*texting*

harry: i’m sorry, i’m gonna be half an hour late

draco [still lying in bed, forgot they were even supposed to meet]: you always do this

[railmeharrypotter]

harry: i’m the kind of person who likes to think things through.

draco: since when? i once saw you eat a marshmallow that was still on fire.

[sorry-i-ship-drarry]

Draco : I only want a man who is gracious with every move, Knows how to carry one self, is elegant, definitely isn't a mess, doesn't wobble or stumble, would shower me with gifts, definitely have a good height and sexy.

Harry : *stumbles and wobbles, just out of bed hair, wearing 3 size the clothes of his own size, collapse face down on the ground and says sorry to a cat*

Draco : I want him

[wolfstar-drarry-marauders-gay]

Draco: i never chase men but if he's short with dark hair and green eyes and a lightning bolt scar I might jog a little.

[incorrect-drarry-quote]

Draco: You know what your problem is? You’re really cute so no one ever tells you to shut the fuck up

Harry:

Draco:

Harry:

Draco:

Harry: You think I’m cute?

Draco: Shut the fuck up

[dianaflawless]

James: C'mon Harry, repeat after me. I

Baby Harry: I

James: Love

Baby Harry: Love

James: Mom

Baby Harry: Mom

James: Dad

Baby Harry: Dad

James: Now full sentence. I love Mom Dad. Say it

Baby Harry: Oh Merlin fuck my life

James: OMG WHO TAUGHT YOU THIS??

Remus and Sirius: [laughing in the corner]

[dianaflawless]

*James and Sirius sitting in jail together*

James: So who should we call?

Sirius: I’d call Remus, but I feel safer in jail

[dianaflawless]

*Sirius and Remus skipping stones across the lake*

Remus: It’s such a beautiful evening.

Sirius, whispering: Take that you fucking lake

[dianaflawless]

“Thanks for that,” Harry muttered but he was eagerly looking toward the cabin.

He thought Draco would continue to lecture for a bit, and was caught off guard when Draco said, “Have at it,” and flapped a hand at the cabin.

Harry eyed him suspiciously. “That’s it? Just, have at it, good luck?”

“I don’t recall wishing you luck, but if you’d like it, sure. Good luck.”

All Our Secrets Laid Bare, Chapter 7

@ firethesound - ao3

[dianaflawless]

The pleased smile that lit up Potter’s features assured him he made the right call. "That’s not true," Potter said. "You can be nice sometimes."

Draco raised his eyebrows. "Know me that well, then, do you?"

"He should, for all the time he spent staring at you at Hogwarts,” Weasley muttered.

Potter went all flustered then, deliciously so, and Draco watched him stutter and blush with a bright flare of glee.

"Not all that much time. And only because I thought you were up to something." He paused and aimed a brooding glance at Draco. "To be fair, you usually were."

Draco didn’t bother trying to hide his smile. He’d always wanted Potter’s attention back in school; it pleased him to know that apparently he’d had it.

All Our Secrets Laid Bare, Chapter 5

@ firetehsound - ao3

[dianaflawless]

Not bad. Not bad at all. Casual but still genteel, though in a bookish sort of way. Might as well complete the scholarly look. He reached for his wand and realized he'd left it in the bedroom. He stared hard at the doorway, stretched out one hand and concentrated as he Summoned his glasses from the pocket of his waistcoat. How funny, he thought as he slipped the thin gold frames onto his face and inspected himself in the mirror, that he could have talked to Potter for as long as he did and still have so many secrets. Though this one he hadn't even been tempted to share, because how could he after all the times he'd mocked Potter for his glasses? And wasn't that a shame because Draco looked damn good in these. Not that Potter would notice or care, of course. He cocked his head to one side and studied his reflection. But wouldn’t it be nice if he did?

“You’re being ridiculous,” he said to himself and removed the glasses. “Even if he did like men, he’d still never look twice at you.”

All Our Secrets Laid Bare, Chapter 5

@ firethesound - ao3

[dianaflawless]

He dipped his spoon into his bowl and swallowed another mouthful, and the warmth of the broth did nothing to touch the warmth spreading behind his ribs from Potter’s words. Mrs. Dodson had been right; reaching out to Potter really was the right thing to do. He’d have to tell her, the next time he saw her. Probably next Wednesday. She always called in a robbery on Wednesdays. Draco looked across the table and found Potter watching him, and Potter gave him a quick smile before looking away. Draco smiled to himself before looking down at his bowl again.

All Our Secrets Laid Bare, Chapter 3

@ firethesound - ao3

[dianaflawless]

They both became aware of the open door at the same time.

“Sorry, am I interrupting?” Ron asked, lingering in the open doorway.

“A knock on the door would have interrupted us, but thank fuck you didn’t bother to do that!” Malfoy snapped at Ron.

All Our Secrets Laid Bare, Chapter 3

@ firethesound - ao3

[dianaflawless]

Wednesday, Harry rescued an honest-to-god kitten from an honest-to-god tree. Malfoy had laughed himself nearly sick while Harry was up there, clinging to the branches for dear life and swearing alternately at Malfoy and at the kitten, who had puffed itself up and hissed and spat and swiped at his hands with its teeny tiny needle claws every time he reached for it. Eventually he’d gotten it back safely to the ground, his hands covered in thin scratches, by which point Malfoy’s laughter had evolved into a bizarre sort of wheezing and he’d had to sit down. Harry had wanted to be angry with him, but instead he felt a warm pleasure at making Malfoy laugh like that, until his cheeks turned pink and his eyes teared up, however indirect or unintentional it had been. He spent the rest of the day being rather alarmed by that realization.

All Our Secrets Laid Bare, Chapter 3

@ firethesound - ao3