Pearlescentmoon’s Ballroom
A mace is a ladies best jewellery.
This is my first time making a picture music video, but this idea stuck with me!
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Pearlescentmoon’s Ballroom
A mace is a ladies best jewellery.
This is my first time making a picture music video, but this idea stuck with me!
Come on, Snake
(was supposed to be a drabble, but ended up 2.4k 😭)
Summary: There's this slang from the 1950s that can either mean "let's fight" or "let's dance." As you've probably guessed, Harry and Draco go in with different interpretations.
Rating: T
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"Come on, snake—let’s rattle.” Malfoy stepped into Harry’s personal space with the singular confidence of someone issuing a challenge they knew they would win. His lips were quirked into that infuriating grin of his, the one he leveled at Harry whenever he botched a drill in training; the one that made him want to punch Malfoy in the face. Which he should have been doing now, except…
What exactly did that mean? Come on, snake—let’s rattle. They were supposed to be fighting, he thought; all the other Auror trainees were watching them supposedly demonstrate hand-to-hand combat. But he could’ve sworn he’d heard Malfoy’s taunt before, but in a completely different context—
That’s right! It had been in one of Aunt Petunia’s movies. Not the ones she’d watched with Vernon, obviously, but the ones she’d play in the hours when her husband was off at work. They were romantic, mostly, so Harry could understand her embarrassment, but he suspected it was also the fact that many of them were American that she hid them so fervently.
Bored out of his mind, Harry would sometimes watch from the entryway corner. It was only a few steps from his cupboard, so he could easily slip back inside if she got up or went for the door. It had been in one of these “frivolous” American dramas that he’d heard the phrase originally.
Harry came back to himself, realizing he’d been hesitating. That was no good; he didn’t want to seem weak to Malfoy, or anyone else. Malfoy was clearly toying with him—throwing that phrase around and expecting Harry to look like an idiot when he didn’t know it. Hah. Well, he’d show Malfoy that he was just as educated and worldly as a posh, insufferable prat.
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