Just take a long moment to look at this incredible art.
I commissioned this from @faevorite-main-blog to accompany my story fly like paper, high like planes. It’s absolutely everything I could have hoped for and more. Please, go and tell her how amazing she is. I’ll be over here swooning at my Quidditch-playing boys.
So I know this is literally the worst time ever, but I finally finished my birthday present fic for @faevorite-main-blog!!! Ily so much, and I hope you like it ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤍🤎💝💘💖💕💗💞💓💜🧡💙💔
Featuring; Beauxbatons Draco and Hopelessly-Pining (and slightly jealous) Harry!
(I)
When the Beauxbatons students first arrive at Hogwarts, Harry isn’t particularly bothered about them. Besides the occasional Veela, none of them really catch his eye (unlike Ron, however, who was already on the receiving end of Hermione’s nasty glare. Not that he noticed, though. He was too busy staring shamelessly at the Beauxbatons girls). That is, until Harry spots a blond boy trailing at the end of the students, walking with two other students beside him.
Harry freezes at the sight of him, his spoon stopping halfway on the way to his open mouth. Fuck, he doesn’t even know whether to start with his silky hair or how his uniform hugs all the right places or his arse-
It isn’t until Ron is thumping on his back that Harry realizes that he’s choked on a mouthful of mashed potatoes.
“You alright, mate?’ He follows Harry’s gaze until he notices what (or who) Harry was staring at. He sighs.
“Really, mate?”
“Don’t act like you haven’t been ogling all the other Veelas, Ron!” Hermione cuts in, sharply. And a bit jealously too, Harry notices. As the two of them start to bicker, he rolls his eyes to himself and continues to eat, trying to find the blond in the crowd again. He could only hope that Ron and ‘Mione get over their arses and finally ask each other out. Although Harry would fare much better trying to find his blond bombshell, anyways.
(II)
After nearly a week of trying, Harry finally manages to catch the blond by himself one day, looking around at the countless portraits and suits of armor curiously. Harry is quite pleased to note that his boyfriend (well, his future boyfriend, anyways) seems to get along with all of them fairly well. As he approaches him, he starts to hear more snippets of their conversation. He gulps when he realizes that they’re speaking French. Fucking French.
“Uh, hi,” Harry says awkwardly, startling his boyfriend and the portrait. The lady in the painting huffs and slides out of her frame before any of them can stop her. Well, it’s not as if Harry needs her around, anyways.
“Hello,” his boyfriend replies, with a thick French accent. Harry gulps again.
“I-um-I’m Harry. Harry Potter.” Just as he expects his boyfriend lets out a small (and adorable) gasp.
“Oh. My name is Draco Malfoy,” he replies, although he still looks a bit confused. And his gaze is also fixed on the white lock of hair that rests above Harry’s scar; it contrasts greatly from the rest of Harry’s black, messy hair. Usually he would be annoyed, but he doesn’t mind Draco doing it. Bloody hell, even his name is amazing. And unique. And loads of other sappy rot that Harry can’t bring himself to say.
“I don’t have any classes now, so I can show you around if you like.” Harry mentally sighs in relief when he doesn’t stutter on any word again. Draco smiles at him again, although it’s apologetic now.
“Thank you for your offer, but Theo has already given me a tour of the castle,” he says warmly, as if he’s trying not to upset Harry. It takes Harry a moment to realize who he’s talking about.
“Theodore Nott?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows. Draco smiles and nods.
“Yes. He’s known me since we were little. I still talk to him by owl,” he says fondly. Harry grits his teeth and tries to push down the wave of jealousy that’s rushing through his veins.
“Well… maybe I could take you to Hogsmeade this weekend?” Harry asks weakly, looking around nervously and settling on a suit of armor. To his surprise, Draco laughs.
“Are you sure?” Draco asks, fiddling with his blue mini cape. Now Harry is confused.
“What do you mean?”
“Saturday is Valentine’s Day. Surely the ‘Chosen One’ has a girlfriend to buy chocolate for, hm?” Draco smirks, nudging Harry knowingly. Harry loses track of their conversation for a moment because Draco’s ‘s’s sound like ‘z’s and its bloody hot.
“Er, no, I don’t.” And before he thinks it over, he rushes “But maybe I could take you instead?”
Draco blushes, and Harry has to physically restrain himself from doing something he would regret later. Like kissing-
“Yes, I would like to go with you, Haz.” Draco giggles.
“I-really? You really want to? And did you call me Haz?” Draco’s cheeks color even more.
“Oh, if you don’t like it I- “
“I love it,’ Harry says firmly. Draco giggles again. And then he’s stepping on his tiptoes and kissing Harry’s cheek.
“I will see you on Saturday, Haz,” he smiles. As he turns to walk away, the only thing Harry’s overheated brain can think about is that Draco agreed to go on a date with him. A date. And his arse looks amazing in his fitted trousers.
I still remember how excited I was when we first talked 4 years ago and how it was the most wonderful thing getting to know you. You've only gotten better with time and I absolutely cherish you. Have a fabulous day and an even better year, boo. ❤️😘
It’s self-care day! When you get this you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself. Then send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers. - sitp 💗
Ahhh Thank you so much for the ask @sitp-recs! ( •⌄• ू )✧ I definitely need some self-care, oof! 💕
I got a few others from @alxmeg-mainblog, @bellmir and @faevorite-main-blog too, so I’m going to answer you all in one!
1. I like that I try to be the best Mom that I can be.
2.I like that I am a good friend.
3. I like my eyes.
4. I like that I have my own business.
5. I like my passion about things.
IDK if I can tag 10 but I’ll do a few ( please make your own post, tyvm)
Yoooo, what did you study to know how to properly use up 1 billion dollars like that???? I'd love to learn!!
Would you believe “not a damn thing”? That’s just from 30-odd years of watching other people make way more money than I’ll see in a lifetime and a few years of doing my own taxes.
The strange part is…I started working in the financial sector about eight months ago and brought the content of that post up to one of the trainers. They kind of squinted and asked if I was SURE I’d never worked in the business before.
And a lot of what I’ve learned since then has served to confirm what I said.
Particularly the bit where NOTHING is closed on the weekends where financial deals on that level are concerned. Huge deals happen outside regular business hours all the time…especially if you start getting into overseas markets. NOBODY worth their salt in the world of capital gains is gonna say “Oh I’m sorry, we can’t complete this million-dollar deal because it’s a Saturday.”
Slap a billion dollars on the table and trust me, you can do pretty much anything you want. I sit at my desk every day and watch it happen.