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when your sports' rival is also your secret boyfriend, you never really lose 🤭🧹💞
gryffindor class of ‘98!
Half-Blood Prince is like:
Hermione: I wish Ron liked me back
Ron: I wish Hermione liked me back
Lavender: I wish Ron liked me back
Ginny: I wish Harry liked me back
Dean: I wish Ginny liked me back
Seamus: I wish dean liked me back
Harry: I wish Ginny liked me back
Draco: The only way to save myself and my family is to kill Dumbledore which will end the rest of the entire wizarding world, Snape and Harry won’t get off my back, and i have no idea how to fix the magic cabinet but if i fail GrayBack will kill me and my mother
Snape: I wish Lilly liked me back
Thomas skipped both breakfast and lunch
Hp couples + textposts
eavesdrop @drarrymicrofic [596 words]
“Pansy Parkinson is a bitch.” Harry says one day in the Great Hall. Their Eighth Year, in Ron’s opinion, has been great. Except for one tiny detail: Harry no longer has to worry about a constantly looming threat to his life. This is great and all, but it’s resulted in Harry deciding to now put that energy into never shutting the fuck up about Malfoy.
“And why’s that?”
“Why’s she always sitting so close to Malfoy? What are they doing?”
“I think they’re just sitting there, mate,” Ron says. Even though the Slytherin and Gryffindor tables were on the opposite ends of the Great Hall, there was an unspoken rule that no one sat in the eyeline directly between Harry and Malfoy (to avoid their death glaring), giving Ron the same view Harry had- which was of Parkinson leaning on Malfoy while they talked to Zabini and Nott.
“I think… I think they’re plotting something.” Harry proclaims, glaring at the Slytherins casually eating breakfast. Ron looks around for any support because it is far too early in the morning to deal with this alone. Not a single person is even remotely fazed by Harry’s claim, except for Dean, who raises his eyebrows and gives him a ‘well, he’s your best friend’ look.
Ron runs a hand over his face. Every. Fucking. Day. It’s either ‘He’s so posh and annoying. He’s definitely doing it to piss me off. Right, Ron?’ or ‘I think he’s looking at me. You think he’s looking at me?’ and Ron is moments away from losing it.
Ron knows that he might have the emotional intelligence of a fish, but even he knows what’s happening. He’s fairly sure the entirety of Gryffindor knows, judging by how no one gives a shit anymore. Even Malfoy has stopped caring, but Ron swears he likes the attention.
“They might be dating, Harry,” Hermione says, idly.
“Dating? Dating? They’re not dating.” Harry says, quickly and confidently. Ron is trying very hard not to laugh while Hermione just looks at Harry pitifully.
“Really?” Hermione asks.
“Why would they be dating? She’s not even his type!” Harry says, hitting the table with his hand, some cutlery loudly clattering. Neville shoots them a concerned look, but Ron mutters ‘Malfoy’ to him under his breath, and he nods understandingly.
“Harry, mate, you’re scaring the First Years.”
“She’s feeding him the pears! He hates pears! I can’t believe it! What do you think he’s up to, Ron? Ron?” Harry says, his arm dramatically pointing at Malfoy and Parkinson. Ron considers banging his head into the table, but decides against it.
Ron then gets a terrifying vision. This continuing after Hogwarts. Both of them in Auror training, and Harry skipping classes to stalk Malfoy. Having to stare at Malfoy in the Ministry cafeteria. Being forced to eavesdrop on his conversations. Ron could see it now, forced to spend years of his life enduring this.
“She’s touching his hair! Do you see that, Ron? Do you see that?” Harry says, nearly jumping up and out of his chair. Ron is about to tell him the shut the fuck up before he throws something at him, but Dean comes to his rescue.
“Can you both just snog each other already? We all know you want to.” He says, loud enough that some people from the other House tables hear. Ron can’t help but grin into his food, knowing it was only a matter of time before it got to Malfoy, and Harry, for once, didn’t comment on the smirk on Malfoy’s face when it did.
part 2
ao3 collection
Harry, Hermione, Ron, Neville, Draco, Dean, Parvati, Padma, and Hannah
Alfred Enoch, the original Dean Thomas finally met Elijah Oshin, the new Dean Thomas
