BLOODY HELL !

is this the real life? is this just fantasy? caught in a landslide, no escape from reality. open your eyes, look up to the skies and see. i'm just a poor boy, i need no sympathy, i'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low, anyway the wind blows doesn't matter to me.

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hey everyone !! i’m looking for some harry potter based plots for 1x1 preferably on kik or discord but i’m open to using tumblr as well !! i do m/m, f/f and m/f but my preference is m/m. my favorite era is trio era but again i’m open to marauders / next gen. my fc’s, characters and ships are versatile! like this or message me to plot!

( pls someone just let me play ron weasley against them yikes. anyone ).

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blue eyes scan the pleasantly selected array of pastries and desserts on display in the local bakery, taking his time to carefully pick one out to go back to his room and snack on. he’d managed to pocket a couple of strays for later, too. he wasn’t the biggest fan of the fact that they’d been moved yet again - he felt so far away from his family. especially with everything that was going on back home he felt a bit helpless being stuck here. he was protective and he wanted to help. he wondered if he’d ever be able to stop running. death eaters scared the living daylights out of him though. how was it that they always managed to find them no matter what? when he was younger the adventures were always way cool, but now he was growing a little frustrated with it. ‘’i’ll have that one, the one with the most chocolate on top, cheers.’’ he points to a giant muffin, digging his palm into his back pocket for some money, carefully counting it out onto the counter. then he stopped, face turning as red as his hair as he stuttered ... clearly embarrassed. he hadn’t got enough. ‘’uh ... maybe just a small one then - how much are those?’’ he cleared his throat, hoping whoever was in the line behind him hadn’t figured the situation out. in fact, he wasn’t sure if he had enough to pay for anything at all. 

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sparkingjesse:

Jesse can’t help but relax as the somewhat familiar face registered in his mind. Of course, he’s familiar with the Golden Trio, but at the same time didn’t know any of them too well. After all, Gryffindor and Slytherin seemed to have a classic rivalry, one that the metamorphmagus didn’t care to stick with during those years at Hogwarts. Both because Julian had been a Gryffindor and it was the house he’d been hoping to get Sorted into himself. The soft smile on his face remained there as he responded, “Yes, I’m well aware of that happening. However, there’s a saying that I can’t remember the origin of it, but if you answer yourself then that should be the only criteria required to dub someone worthy of being locked away.” Then, his sleepy mind just can’t help itself when it comes to reining in the curiosity, so he inquired, “Ron, right? Forgive me either way, sleep and I haven’t been on speaking terms as of late.”

Ron was pretty sure he knew Jesse was in Slytherin, but with the both of them not knowing eac hother entirely that well it was hard to know for sure. He remained apprehensive, having always had a bit of a thing against Slytherin’s - whoever they were. He was very house proud as a Weasley. He supposed the other hadn’t swapped everyone bodies on purpose though, who’d want that shit storm of a mess on their hands anyway? He’d rather be swallowed whole than have something so embarrassing happen to him. Confirming the others inquiry, he nods in a ‘trying to play it cool way’, lowering his voice to make it sound like he’s not phased by being recognized, (when in actual fact he loves it), ‘’Yeah, M’Ron alright. You the guy that made me look like a gobby dwarf for a week?’’ He challenges but is smirking, ‘’No wonder you can’t sleep, seeing myself like that even gave me nightmares.’’

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ctrlneville:

Neville furrowed his eyebrows at the mention of snails. “Er, I think that’s France, mate. And not even all of France, I think that’s just a Paris thing,” he said, shrugging. “I’m not a food expert, but you know.” He ran his hands through his hair. “They eat sausages, right?” Neville nodded toward the kitchen, signaling Ron to follow him before walking to that direction. “Do you reckon they filled our fridge? I mean, it would be counter productive to have us shop for groceries, seeing as Death Eaters might find us again.”

After that first statement, Ron also furrowed his eyebrows but it was in more of a confused way, ‘’Can tell I’m not very well traveled, right?’’ He scoffs, knowing he’d been all over in terms of him hunting horcruxes but he’d never really been given a chance to properly explore the places, apart from the odd family holiday when he was little. ‘’Feels like I’ve been on the run most of my life mate, sausages might make me feel better,’’ he nods, switching from topic to topic and mingling them together in sentences. There wasn’t much point bickering considering everything that was going on. ‘’D’you think they will? I mean, that’d just be mental ... wouldn’t it?’’ At least he hoped. 

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dgreengrxss:

There was no doubt that Daphne was scared, but she hid it well. She refused to freak out like everyone else seemed to be doing, but instead did her best to keep her composure, avoiding others and their hysteria as much as she could. She wanted to be prepared if something else were to happen, rather than letting someone else disappear in the middle of the night. It couldn’t happen again. While everyone seemed to be settling into their new rooms or arguing about what had happened to Thalia in the common area, Daphne found herself standing in the kitchen,  enjoying the quiet that the room brought. When she heard someone else enter the room, she looked up at them. “You escaping the insanity too?”

Shrugging off the weight on his shoulders as he entered the kitchen, he didn’t jump when he heard another voice, only his eyes widened a little, but he’d become accustomed to unknown things happening over the years, it was rare anything made him jump or half scared him anymore - apart from spiders, he’d always hate those. ‘’Escaping the insanity?’’ He half shook his head, half chuckled due to his deliriousness of it being so late at night and interacting with new people, he didn’t know how to act half the time, ‘’Nah, I just wanted a drink. If they aren’t letting us use magic though I doubt I can find a miracle way to turn this water into Butterbeer... any ideas? If you don’t tell I won’t tell, right?’’ He grinned a mischievous grin, leaving the offer open to her, for all he knew, she could go tell on him right now, but that would stink.

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ctrlneville:

The whole situation didn’t sit right with Neville. He was asleep when everything happened, waking up to the sheer panic of Aurors and statements. For the first time since the war, he was scared. He felt as though he was in a constant  state of unease, just when he began to get comfortable. Neville ran his hand through his hair, “The important thing is that we don’t freak out. Nothing good comes from freaking out.” He began to pace. “Okay, one of us went missing and it was definitely a Death Eater, and we have no idea how they found us. We’re also in a completely different country, but it’s fine. We can..er, get through this. I’m gonna get something to eat, did you…did you want something?” he asked, feeling awkward.

A baffled Ronald Weasley stands there watching a babbling Neville Longbottom, wondering how in hell he thought of things so fast to spew them out of his mouth like that, it took Ron several minutes just to digest it all so that he could even reply to the guy coherently, They hadn’t spoken a lot since he’d found out that Neville was dating his sister and keeping it on the down low from him, (even if this wasn’t the case at all), he was definitely the type to hold a grudge for way too long born from pure stubbornness. About to scoff and make a petty comment along the lines of him telling the other to put a cork in it and calm the heck down, the sound of food immediately distracted his train of thought, ‘’Yeah, I want something,’’ he replies instantly, ‘’What do they even eat down here? Y’know, in Germany land. Not snails is it? ‘Cos if it is, I’d rather eat Merlin’s saggy left arse cheek.’’

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sparkingjesse:

If he was having trouble with sleep before, this was a different matter entirely. But the attention didn’t need to be on him right now, it shouldn’t be on him. That desire to dash away from the metaphorical spotlight had sent Jesse in search of a library within the new safe house, just for a few moments in order to gather up his thoughts and lock them away in the back of his mind. Giving support would require a clear mind, not one muddled with a few too many concerns that risked spilling out. “One also needs sleep to have a clear mind,” he muttered to himself, running a hand through hair that was now pitch black. As the words left his mouth, Jesse became aware of another presence nearby and he just offered up a soft smile in greeting…while also mentally cursing himself for not keeping his mouth shut.

Ron had been leaning against the wall with one leg hitched up against it, not necessarily doing anything in particular, he’d just been people watching. It was sort of late and everyone was scurrying off to bed, but he was a bit of a home bird so he was finding it hard to keep still in order to just calm down. He was like this tall tense ball of angst that was coming across super chill at the moment, but this wasn’t the case at all. Spotting how fast the other boy was moving, he almost had to scoot out of the way just to avoid hitting into him, ‘’Woah! Hold up...’’ he attempts to halt him. Jesse, he thinks? Ron reckoned he’d heard one or two people talking about him since the whole body swap mix up, plus with everything that was going on it wasn’t hard to guess he might probably be having a hard time. Poor bloke. ‘’S’up?’’ He tried to play it cool but with them being almost strangers he probably sounded like he was sticking his nose in, ‘’They lock people away for talking to themselves, y’know?’’ he offers a mild dose of humour. 

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fckmlfy:

Allowing his smirk to linger, still particularly tickled at the other’s wrong assumptions, Draco merely snorts — a haughty look passing over his features as he gives the other an uncaring shrug. “You can get just about anything when you’re pretty,” Draco drawls lazily in return; the whiskey then summoned to his hand, the glass bottle half empty as it sloshes. He purposefully holds it where the other can see, as if taunting him. He considers taking another long swig, though he knows he should do without. “Something you wouldn’t know about, I’m sure,” He goes onto add – tickled once more as he dissolves into pleased chuckles. “However, the old bird who runs the shop just down the way has found herself particularly taken with me. — Perhaps because I merely engage in civilized conversation.” He doesn’t do it for Weasley, certainly – but rather for Harry – finally holding the bottle out to the other without another word as if daring him to comment on his generosity. “I’ll pass on the autograph,” Draco finishes dryly. “Though I will let you know if we’re in need of more kindling for the fire.”

Draco was right, the other probably did have the upper hand on him when it came to people giving him stuff because of his looks, whereas Ron was more offered things for cracking a good joke and making someone’s day by being an absolute tool. He didn’t mind though, his Mum always said he was her ‘icckle precious baby’. At least she thought he was handsome. ‘’You mean you can get just about anything when you intimidate the hell out of people? They daren’t not give you what you want ‘cause they’re scared you’ll go all ‘Voldy is life’ on them again,’’ he sniggered abruptly, knowing You-Know-Who was gone now, but he still found his pun funny all the same. Then, he had a moment of silence, eyes narrowing on the bottle that was now being held out to him, confused for a second. He imagined it getting slung at his head or poured over his mop for being an idiot but it seemed like Draco was ... offering him some? Glancing from drink to Malfoy repeatedly like a gobsmacked monkey, he cleared his throat and took it, enjoying a rather large swig to try and get over what just happened. They’d never shared anything. He’d landed his foot in dung because he didn’t know what to say now. Instead of thanking him which he put down to being bleeding impossible, he just covered with more sarcasm --- ‘’Reckon you’ve poisoned this.’’

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fckmlfy:

Even in his intoxicated state, his distaste for the other boy is clear — a wrinkle of his nose given as the other all but shoves the sweet into his mouth. Ridiculous. Harry’s best friend is truly a preforming monkey. “Revolting,” Draco mutters in return; the other’s mocking going unaddressed. He wouldn’t give Ron the satisfaction, even if it did serve to merely irk him further. However, at the other’s final words, Draco steps away in disgust — his teeth bared in a snarl, before he realizes Weasley’s misunderstood completely, and suddenly he wants to laugh. Draco doesn’t think friends want to tear eachother’s clothes off; doesn’t think they want to taste eachother’s skin in the cover of darkness. He doesn’t think a friend would want to do any of the things he wants to do to Harry, and to know that the gears of Weasley’s brain have been turning in entirely the wrong direction, rips a snort from Draco’s throat, and then he is laughing. “Gosh, Weasley,” Draco retorts, leveling his voice as he leans forward. “What a superior point. I’m wounded, truly.” 

Ron chose to ignore Draco as he devoured every second of his sweet, taking his jolly old time to get it down so that he could actually start talking again, trying to make it seem like cockiness rather than an obvious blip in the works. There was something definitely iffy going on though, everyone around here seemed to know a lot more about certain things around here than he did nowadays - since when did be become so kept out of the know? Probably because he could turn into a right old blabbermouth when he’d had one too many beers himself. It peeved him off to the max to think Draco was hiding something more. He didn’t want to dwell on the past too much though, that long curtain haired mop he’d had on his head was certainly not his best stage. ‘’You’re so boring,’’ He drawled, kicking a stone, ‘’Did anyone ever tell you that you suck the fun out of everything? Fun-sucker,’’ He shrugged heftily, like his limbs were too gangly and long for even him to carry sometimes. His eyes were then scanning the other like scavengers, ‘’How’d you get in such a sorry state anyway? Where’d the booze come from? You got any left? Least you could do is offer me some if you expect me to hang around here all day. I know I’m famous, but I don’t give autographs to gits for nothing.’’

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collinscreevveys:

Normally Colin dealt with this on his own. Having to fight the pain on his own normally, to fight it down with quiet grimaces. With someone else beside him it was hard to hide that pain once it was all washed out in the open like this. He wished he could hide it, play it off as just a small accident and brush it aside, like he always did but as he looked up at the other for a moment it was too late. “I’m sorry..” He mumbled, embarrassment lacing his tone. He didn’t want to be like this, didn’t want the other to think lowly of him. And that was part of the reason why he had never told anyone how bad things really were. Colin didn’t want people to feel bad for him, or treat him any differently. He wanted to be Colin Creevey, not this broken shell of his former self. Although at the next question he did flinch as if the words themselves hurt him. His eyes fell down to where his left leg was propped up on its hell. His trousers must have torn when he had tripped down the stairs, revealing the marred flesh there. It was riddled with scars and fresh scratches from where he had just fallen. “Uh– no. My leg’s been like since– the war.” His throat felt like it was constricting around the words. The only people that had ever seen the real extent to his injuries was were the healers at Saint Mungos and Theo Nott from having seen his body first hand. But other than that no one had seemed the mangled skin that sat right underneath his clothing. His heartbeat was finally starting to slow, and felt like he could see straight. “I don’t really remember. I just know I started to cough– then this.” 

His balance was still a little off, but his eyes were clearing of the gray fog. It seemed his fit was slowly coming to and end but that didn’t mean he was capable of moving on his own currently. It all still felt like someone had lit his insides on fire and wanted him to burn from inside out. “Yeah, that Nott. – I don’t know what he did, but the pain’s never been this bad before.” He could normally deal with pain, waking up with it every day would do that. Most days he’d wake up with a dull ache that snaked down from his back to his legs, and worse days would cause him to mostly be immobile but he pushed past that. This though, this was different. The pain that had been in his chest was now crawling up his neck and head, reminding him that there was blood seeping from his nose. With a shaky breath, Colin painfully shook his head. He didn’t want anyone else here expect Ron. A smaller, different feeling bubbled up in his chest at this thought, of being this close to Ron. This was not the time for any sort of feeling to be trying to push their way to the surface. But it would be just his luck that he’d realize his attachment to the older male at a time like this. 

“No, no. I think it would be better if you stayed. – Please?” Colin gave a slight sheepish grin, as if he was trying to lighten the mood. Act as if he hadn’t just had a fit and everything was alright when it clearly was the furthest thing from that. “I should be able to stand.. the hard part is going to be getting back up those dammed stairs.” Before he could continue to think up a plan of attack, Colin’s body lurched forward another sudden round of horrid coughs escaping.

Ron was feeling confused but he tried not to let this show on his elastic expressioned face, trying to piece all of this together without being intrusive. The thing he was most mixed up about was the fact that Colin seemed to be apologizing, and he had no idea why. From what he was hearing, he’d done nothing wrong. ‘’You’re sorry? Why?’’ He asked, because he had no other choice, this would only mangle his brain more and more if he didn’t ask forward questions like these. Eyes catching sight of the painful looking scars on the other lad’s leg, Ron couldn’t help but suck in a quiet breath of sympathy at just how bad they looked under this light, knowing if that was him he’d of probably wimped out about it long before now. Unable to stop staring at the wounds for a moment, his attention was snapped back to Colin’s words as some untold truth seemed to slap Ron in the face and he looked a little gobsmacked, ‘’Since the war? That long? Jeez, mate  ... that’s - why?’’ He asked again, rubbing his palm against his forehead as he started feeling even more sorry for him, but not in a bad way, he just wanted to help, and get him to at least talk about it. ‘’Why didn’t y’tell anyone? It looks pretty bad to me, n’I’m no magic Matron... you can’t keep this to yourself anymore, it needs sorting out before it gets any worse,’’ there was warning and concern in his voice as he tried his hand at giving advice. 

Thinking back to Nott, he knew they’d never properly met before, but by the sight of him, Ron didn’t really like him that much. He’d judged pretty fast but most of the time he was right about people. ‘’Did he know about your leg? What if he did it on purpose? Wouldn’t put it past him, guy seems like a jerk..’’ he shunned, trying his best to keep his hold strong to stop Colin from sinking down any lower, resting the small of his own back on the stairs to keep both of them held at least a little upright. He’d read something once about putting pressure on a wound to stop it from bleeding -- or had he read it? Maybe he’d just heard it? Maybe Hermione had told him at some point, but he daren’t touch the others leg in fear of just hurting him even more. He wasn’t very graceful with his next move though, pulling up his orange sweater sleeve, he wrapped it around his own fingers and sort of pressed it against Colin’s nose to try and stop the bleeding, face full of concentration as he saw the liquid running into the fabric, ‘’This jumper isn’t one of my favorites anyway..’’ he laughed softly and maybe even a little shakily from the shock of all of this. 

He felt oddly pleased with himself when he was asked to stay, like he hadn’t tossed it all up like usual, maybe he wasn’t a complete nonce all the time. ‘’Yeah, I’ll stay, s’long as you don’t keel over on me,’’ he grinned a little, thinking the same as Colin and wanting to keep the air light and tension free, though something was definitely looming. Though his eyes widened as the other began coughing again and it made him jump, ‘’Shit - s’alright... m’staying here..’’ he panicked a little, clapping Colin on the back a few times, (not too hard), to hopefully help him get the wheezes out.  ‘’We definitely need to get you to a doctor, I can’t deal with this uncertainty..’’ he sniggers through the nervousness, ‘’C’mon, mate... you’re gonna have to try and let me help you up..’’

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fckmlfy:

“Playing the role of the righteous, are we?” Draco slurs back haughtily in return — attempting to keep himself up right if only to prevent total and utter humiliation. Weasley would never let him live it down; and god forbid he gets the upper hand. “Enjoy it while it lasts, Weasley. Undoubtedly moments like these are anything but frequent for you. Though I wouldn’t come too close, if I were you,” He goes onto sneer; somehow managing to pin the other with a look of disgust even in his blatantly intoxicated state. “Even the sight of you alone makes me want to wretch. Not to mention your smell,” Draco adds acidly; his nose turning up as if to prove his point. “Surely it’s no where near comparable.” He’s laughing at him – attempting to get beneath his skin with every smirk and snicker. Merlin, the things he could shout in return — Harry likes me best! Though he refrains, just barely. “Come to stuff your mouth, then?” Draco notes, his nose wrinkling in distaste. “So keen to comment on my state when you’re unbearably disgusting yourself.” 

Even if quick tempered, Ron had always been the most easy going one out of all of his friends, so it shook him a bit when he got seconds away from punching Malfoy’s face in last week, even in his sisters body. He thought it might put him off for a bit and for a moment or so it worked, but whenever he saw those smirks and snickers it put it right back into perspective how much Ron really loathed this man. He didn’t think anything would ever change that. Rolling his eyes, laughter still not showing any signs of dying, he shakes his head, ‘’Y’know, you really need to sort out some new insults, Malfoy. I’ve ‘ruddy heard it all before. You smell Weasley, you eat too much Weasley, wanna go make out with Granger, Weasley?!’’ His tone is more high pitch than usual, incredulous childish mocking just falling out of his lips, he isn’t sure if he’s feeling pissed off or empowered. ‘’So what if I like a bag of treats every now and again?!’’ More like every single day, ‘’Doesn’t give you the right to sweet shame me!’’ He huffs, making a point of this by shoving a gobstopper into his mouth, though it wasn’t the right thing to do as now he’s stood with a massive lump in his cheek which makes his eyes water ---, ‘’No wonder Harry didn’t wanna be your friend,’’ he muffles through his fill, shrugging as he folds his arms. 

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lunxluvx:

    Luna often found herself roaming the grounds during the day, aimlessly treading through the green grass as the sun decided to peak through the trees at dawn, or as the crickets flooded the night air with their midnight song. Today was no different, her boots sinking softly into the soil as she walked along the dirt path leading away from the house – boots that stayed on her feet, the leather reluctantly keeping the part of her that wanted to run barefoot through the dewy fields at bay.                               She tended to keep a lot of herself at bay, lately.      She hadn’t noticed the other person until the soft sound of footsteps broke her from her wistful thinking, and she glanced behind her curiously. “Come for a stroll, as well?”

         It was hardly daybreak, the sunrise still hiding behind the horizon – the last thing she expected was company at such an early hour. Not that she minded.

It had been one of his favorite things to do since he was little, to skip rocks. He found it to provide him with chill and that mixture of minor competition with himself that he needed to keep entertained with his wishy washy mindset of late. He was pretty good at it as well, which was always a bonus for his ego, smirking every time he hopped one further than the last. Tall frame crouched over the edge of the water, his ginger hair blew messily with the early morning breeze, chilliness perking him up after another night in a stuffy room. About to throw another one, he heard a presence behind him and he stood up to turn around. Luna. Of course it was Luna - who else at this bloody time of day? He always found her a little odd, he liked her, but she was odd.  Maybe she needed some company.  Walking up beside her, he nudged her (maybe a little too rough) in the arm to try and break her thoughts, giving an impish grin, ‘’Y’alright, Luna? You seemed a bit out of it then,’’ he doesn’t mean to make digs, it’s all a part of his humour. 

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thaliaxrenard:

Without a doubt, the one reason Thalia was most grateful to be back in her own body was because she finally had her appetite back. It had been rather uncomfortable for her to not be so hungry all the time, easily feeling full after what by her standards seemed like a very small meal. But now, she was back to her usual eating habits, and it felt comforting to her. Which is exactly why she was sitting on the kitchen counter that afternoon, casually munching on some cereal she had found in the cabinets by the fridge. She had been minding her own business, until she heard someone’s footsteps as they walked into the room, and she lanced over at the person quickly. “What?” She asked defensively, her spoon paused just in front of her mouth. “I’ve gotta make up for lost time, don’t judge me.”

In all honesty, Ron was the last person who could judge when it came to food, as all he ever did was scoff his face at any given chance he could get, but what did startle him was the fact that he’d come across someone else eating at this time of day, when it was usually just him raiding the cupboards, the fridge, the drawers, the rooms... he always blamed his Mum for his massive appetite, she cooked homely made dinners every single night and he still couldn’t help but snack out after, too. Not to mention needing a pudding. ‘’Gimme some of that, would you? I looked everywhere else but I can’t find toss all ... it’s rubbish. Surely I can’t of eaten everything already..’’ he frowned, more musing to himself than the girl, but he strolled over to her. ‘’Got any left?’’ He asked, nosily peering into her bowl. 

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alimccabe:

      as soon as ali awoke in his own bed, his own room, his own body — he knew what he had to do. spend the entirety of the next day or two on his own. it was the only way the lad could find himself again, to figure things out, to be grateful he hadn’t lost himself. he was a loner on top of that anyway, so where else would he be but by himself?  sitting at the rather lovely piano downstairs, ali’s cat moon made her way across the top of the instrument, occasionally reaching down to flick her paw against a key, bringing a chuckle from ali’s mouth. “want me to teach you how to play?” 

ron was sat in almost exactly the same position as he was when he had first met ali, all legs as he sprawled across the large armchair in front of the fire, resuming his natural habitat since changing back. he was still lazing about but just in a different place. tapping his fingers across the fabric as he heard soft music filling the room, he glanced over at the other man on the piano, it reminding him of that one time he’d tried to play and failed miserably. ‘’reckon that cat could do a better job than me,’’ he butted in, interrupting any conversation ali may or may not have been having with his pet. ‘’got two left hands, i have..’’ he grins at his own joke, before his face falls and he furrows his expression in confusion, ‘’--- or is it two left feet?’’

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fckmlfy:

“Shh, I’m saying something very important,” Draco instructs, eyes intense. And just for a moment, it’s obvious how much he’s had to drink tonight – celebrating the return to his body with a bit of fire whiskey. Though it’s entirely possible that he’s gone a tad overboard. He hiccups slightly; a hand wavering over his mouth as he disregards his manners for once in his life. Draco blinks. And then his thought is gone, and he is regarding the other with clear exasperation. “ —- … It seems I’ve forgotten,” He informs the other with slight dismay. 

Ron had been heading back from the kitchen, packet of gobstoppers stuffed unruly in his pocket as he sauntered back to his dorm, only stopping when he saw something far more entertaining than any sweet could have provided him, ( which was a lot ). A certain drunk Malfoy. Now back in his own body, he felt more like he could approach the other, especially since he seemed pretty alcohol saturated, maybe he wouldn’t remember the fact that he wimped out the other night. ‘’Had a bit too much to drink have we, Malfoy?’’ He smirks, like the cat who got the cream watching this scene, digging his hands into his over sized orange jumper that hung loosely from his body, ‘’You’re back to being you then? Could smell you from a mile off,’’ he scoffed, recycling one of the insults the blonde frequently used on him, seeing if he would notice whilst in this state. ‘’You’re such a tosser, wish I had a camera..’’ he sniggered amusedly. He’d be laughing about this to himself for ages. 

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collinscreevveys:

The coppery taste in his mouth was sending him on a downward spiral. Suddenly he was immersed in one of his nightmares. He was terrified that the blue sky was going to turn a blood red, that drowning feeling was started to bubble up in his chest. Frantic eyes looked as his feet as the word tilting half expecting there to be a red liquid sloshing up around him. He could feel the blood start leaking from his nose as his slim form hit the grass below him. He was struggling to figure out if this was all real or not. His nightmares didn’t normally start like this, no they always began underwater and this was much more terrifying to be erased in a familiar place. 

 As his form collapsed forward a secure arm wrapped around him. It took Colin a moment to even register it, his so focused on trying to keep him level headed which obviously wasn’t working. But as if on instinct Colin’s hand reached out, latching his fingers onto the firm bicep to keep himself grounded. His fuzzy brain was trying to sort out what was real and what wasn’t. The form next to him was real, and wild honey eyes looked next to him. Ron easily coming into focus and a slight calm already started to wash over him. His eyes flicked to the other’s mouth realizing he was talking to him and Colin had to fight the ringing in his ears to hear him. “ ‘m alright – not gonna die.” His voice was weak with a wheeze, as his body sagged against the taller boy’s. Was he going to die? – No, no. He had felt death once before, that chill up his spine was non comparable to anything he had ever felt. He wasn’t dying, but he was hurting. 

“I need help. – I think Nott did something to my body.” A look of desperation fell onto his face, his eyes pleading. He hadn’t asked a single person in this house for help, not once, not for this. Colin trusted Ron, however. He knew that the other wouldn’t hurt him any worse and.. at this point Colin needed it. His armor was slowly crumbling to the ground between them. There was no fighting it anymore, he couldn’t. It was all becoming to much to handle on his own he had to let someone in finally and he supposed there was no better person than Ron. 

Ron seemed to have been in plenty of situations similar to this, but none quite the same, he hadn’t had to logically have to think and mull over something properly, he was more of a spontaneous being, sporadic acts of bravery to help someone out of harm or to protect someone close to him, but now a friend was lying here hurt, it didn’t dawn on him straight away what to do, he was pretty shaken up to see the boy so distraught. Maybe it was the way there was blood spattered all up the side of his face, kind of took away from the bonny, more innocent features he was used to seeing. Why was he thinking about Colin’s face at a time like this? He needed to hurry up and help him before he regretted standing around like a trollop. 

Long body now crouched just beside Colin, he kept an arm around the small of his back to support him, fingers just carefully holding one of his sides in place, seeing the fact that the other was holding onto him as an opportunity to try and maneuver him into a more comfortable position, at least just for now whilst he wrapped his head around all of this. His own face, however, started to look a lot more apprehensive as Colin leaned against him, eyebrows raising pretty high. Uh. He didn’t really know how to handle physical contact sometimes, as he was still at the awkward teenage level with it all, even as an adult. It was in this moment Ron also realized he wasn’t being very reassuring at all, so he changed his tune, ‘’Nah, you’re not going to die - I - uh, I’ll help you, looks like your leg is mangled or something, did you really fall that hard?’’ He asked, finding it hard to believe there would be this much damage just from a minor trip. ‘Have you fallen down the stairs? They are pretty treacherous..’’ he sighed, glancing up at them, but once again his mind was distracted and he couldn’t help but try and make light of awful situations. 

‘‘Nott as in Theo Nott?’‘ he grimaced, wondering what the hell could’ve happened to him during the body swap, ‘‘If I see him I’ll kill him --’‘, he wouldn’t, but the protective habits he was used to just slid out of his mouth without him even having to think about it, ‘‘What did he do?’‘ He asked, trying to keep his voice quiet in case the other didn’t want anyone else snooping in on the conversation. Looking around him, he couldn’t see anyone else outside to help which was just his luck, potentially sat with someone who could get worse if he didn’t pull his act together. ‘‘Should I get someone? Or d’ya reckon I should just stay here in case you keel over again? Should I get Harry?’‘ He asked, the other man always knew what to do, even though he was pretty capable of dealing with the situation himself, he doubted it before he’d even tried, always falling back. ‘‘I’d rather not leave you though, d’you think you could stand up? If I helped you?’‘

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It hurt, every inch of him hurt. The pain wasn’t abnormal and it was almost welcomed it after waking up in his own body a few days ago. However things weren’t the same as he left them. Colin knew his body, he knew when good days were coming and when bad days hit but this was different. This was a new type of pain, one that curled up through his chest causing the air to be knocked from his lungs. And that’s what had happened about… well Colin wasn’t sure how long he had been outside at this point. He had been trying to get back into the swing of things, moving his body like it was supposed to be moved in hopes that pain was just from misunderstanding of how to work it. But nothing had change and the more he moved around and tried to do his daily actives the worse it seemed to get. 

That’s how Colin ended up leaning up against the side of the staircase that lead from the back door to the outside word. A surprising round of coughs heaved through his body, it shaking his bones to the point his vision blurred and his one good leg loosing its balance and sending him crashing the rest of the way down into the perfumed grass below. A mumbled curse left his lips as he reached up to wipe the blood that had come up during those retching coughs. Panic set through his body at the sight of the coppery liquid that had been smeared on the back of his hand. He tried numerous times to push himself up back onto his legs and find some sort of explanation to this new startling discovery but each effort was lost. Each time he attempted to move a shot of pain traveled throughout his slim figure, it was excruciating. 

So for now he was stuck using the creaky wooden stairs for support to remain in a sitting position as the waves of discomfit rolled over his body. His eyes were screwed shut and his chest was heaving with shallow breaths as Colin attempted to slow his racing heartbeat, knowing if he relaxed a little there was a good possibility that he could manage to get back inside on his own eventually. He was so focused in on himself that he barely even registered that sound of the back door behind him.  

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Ron had been in an uncharacteristically cheerful mood all morning, actually getting up and leaving his bed to mangle a brush through his hair and get some breakfast at a decent amount of time like a normal functioning adult. He felt an urge to go around and check to see if everyone was back to normal. He wanted to see his friends actually as themselves again as he thought if that had carried on for another day he may actually go absolutely bonkers. He couldn’t even pee right as a girl never mind anything else, but now he had his usual Weasley self back and he’d never felt better about it, actually. He’d distanced himself for a few days and gone radio silent, apart from the odd scrap with Malfoy, he hadn’t actually really seen any pals. Harry, Neville, Ginny, Hermione, Colin, it felt like it’d been ages. Coming from such a big family he was used to having a lot of company all of the time, he just got bored when he was alone and that’s what landed him in trouble and causing mischief. What else was there to do?

He’d come out into the gardens, needing a stretch of his colossal legs and before he knew it he’d withdrew his wand from his back pocket and he had begun muttering some simple charms, practicing under his breath and causing small colorful sparks to fly from the end. He’d learned a lot from school but most of it he ended up having to teach himself as half of the time he ended up asleep in important lessons, feeling the wrath of Snape’s black textbook repeatedly smacking the back of his head in an attempt to rouse the youngest male Weasley. He was surprised he hadn’t sustained a life long head injury from it. Holding up his willow made wand, he glanced in concentration through blue eyes at the nearest tree, ‘’Reparo,’’ he says, turning his wand at an angle as the broken branch glided smoothly back up into the tree, causing the red headed male to grin boastfully, even though there was nobody around to watch him. He even fist pumped a little. 

Hearing a bang overhead, he jumped out of his skin, thinking he’d caused more damage than good to the tree, but it seemed like it was coming from the back door? Furrowing his ginger brows, he holds his wand in his palm still, gripping tight as he strides towards the noise, opening the door and registering a figure on the floor. Another second and he realized he knew who it was. ‘’Colin?’’ He questioned, tilting his head like a confused dog, but then he saw the blood, he saw the way he was bent over holding himself and he realized he was stood like a brain dead banana. ‘’Shit, Colin, are you alright?’’ he hurried over to him, crouching down and offering some physical support without even thinking, putting his arm underneath his back to try and keep him upright, ‘’Have you fallen? Do you need help?’’  Duh, obviously. His mind was racing and he was worried, ‘’You’re in a bit of a state - please don’t die on me mate..’’ He was being dramatic, but his face was screwed up with concern, immediately putting his wand away in his pocket, rolling up his clean-on sweater sleeve and dabbing a bit at his face. ‘’Colin?’’ He repeats again, with a tone of earnest this time.