#hp headcannon

[theatreslave]

Can you imagine little 21 year old Severus Snape as the youngest teacher?

It takes a bit to warm up to him, but soon, he's the surrogate son to everyone. They mother hen him and at first he's reticent but then he, at least in his mind, basks in it.

After all, the boy hasn't known as much kindness as this in his whole life.

He's healthier than ever, getting in the role of teaching, and becoming the powerful wizard he knew he could be.

Obviously it takes nearly 3 years to get Severus used to life as an adult with freedom, a consistent salary, and the station to actually have some appeal to the fairer sex.

Now all his new mums get an idea.

It becomes their mission to find him a woman.

Nieces, cousins, a friends' friends' kid are all introduced to Severus.

The failed meet cutes only result in more blind dates being set up for him.

It takes another 3 years for him to get up the courage to say no to McGonagall and Pomfrey and Sprout without feeling like he's disappointed them. He's 27 at this point and does well enough on his own when he wants to.

It isn't until he's 28 that they find out he's been keeping a 'girlfriend' from them. Of course he says she's simply a friend but that doesn't stop them from fussing over him every time he 'has plans'.

The intervention comes 6 months later when they realize it's not a "girlfriend" it's "girlfriends." But Severus is now confident and has fun making his surrogate parents squirm a little. Teach them to be so nosy.

But he still let's them fuss about him eating and his hair and his snarkiness. It makes them feel useful and poking fun at them is entertaining.

They notice a change when the Potter boy shows up. He's anxious and quicker to startle. The confident and self-assured young man they know is darker, more quiet.

It only gets worse as the years pass, as the war returns. Poppy keeps quiet as she patches him up. Minerva distracts him with competition and friendly rivalry. Pomona lets him roam the greenhouses when he can't sleep, and sometimes they garden together under the stars. She wonders why he isn't allowed peace. They all do.

At 38, Severus is Headmaster, and so far from the boy they once knew. They can't imagine that it's the same man but occasionally there are glimpses in his dark eyes, in his tired gait, in that final moment when Minerva allowed the anger and betrayal to course through her into her wand.

Minerva sees how he never fights back even though she knows he could have killed her, killed them all, at any point that year.

Pomona sees him for a moment during the battle. He sends a shield and smirks at her surprise and she knows her adopted son is in there.

Poppy let's her stoicism fall at the end of that fateful day. When his body is the last to arrive, escorted by Potter himself.

The childless mother's see him everywhere. In the students who come from broken homes, the ones who are smarter and reviled for it, and the ones who accept affection like it's a venomous snake.

He was so young when they met him and still so young when he left them.

Forever the youngest professor and Headmaster that Hogwarts would ever see.

[ask-slytherin-harry]

More common rooms Headcannons

(this may not make a lot of sense, I'm very sleepy rn)

Gryffindor common room

They got the biggest most disorganized common room.

Newt students sitting wide by side with first years near the fire

Their bookshelf are more nick nacks and board games than anything else

Every single window is stuffed with pillows and converted into a seat.

There's not really a hierarchy in place

Everyone's invited to the party even when the younger really shouldn't be there

Sink or swim type of people. You either learn to mind your own business or get an eyefull or stuff you really would have rather not see.

Ravenclaw common room

They got the smallest common room. Full of bookshelves and large tables.

Their tower is the thinnest, so they maximize space with tall ceilings and windows.

There's a big spiral staircase in the middle of the room. With two entry points for boys and girls dorms.

If you go down the staircase in just the right way, you will be able to reach th second common room. Exclusively for fifth years and up.

There's were the fun happens. We got conversation pits turned into cage fighting stages. Multiple mad scientists corners were experimental potions and spell making happens and an extended collection of forbidden books and literature.

Slytherin common room

They got the most divided common room

There's the central room, with the entrance and the dorms. The biggest and most performative common room, were the politics happen. (A place for the royal court of Slytherin to exercise their control)

But there are also multiple chambers that connect to that one. Organized by purpose and year.

The study chamber. Where owl and newt students spend most of their time with the occasional high ranked lower year. Followed by a tea chamber for etiquette training, an office for heirship training and workshops, recreational and competitive activities in another for the younger years, a sunroom for herbology studies, etc.

Of course there are hidden chambers. And of course is a rite of passage for a Slytherin to find abandoned common rooms and set them up as a hang out space for them and their friends/allies

Hufflepuff common room

As always Hufflepuff common room is the coziest most open one .

It's just underground so they have many basement windows and they're lovely to watch the sunset

It's got a round lopsided shape with a sunken centre as a conversation pit. There are just too many house wide sleepovers on the common room.

They are the only house with a breakfast bar (they're the house elf's favorites)

There's an attached courtyard available only for the older years. Were they go to smoke and have solstice feasts. It's the single most exclusive place in the castle and Hufflepuff will only invite their dearest friends in with them.

[hercomputerruins]

~ jegulus headcannon ~

I love the idea of James and Regulus, but idk the idea that its a relationship that people (even other marauders) know about, doesn't seem right to me. I can see them sneaking around, and Sirius being just so confused because why on earth would james need to know reg's favourite type of cake but oh well he tells him anyway and then James surprising regulus with it in a meeting on top of the gryffindor tower

[thegrxywitch]

Dating Oliver Wood would include...

Dating Oliver Wood would include...

Hugs.

Quidditch talk.

He talks about quidditch 24/7.

Often going for an evening fly around the pitch.

Supporting him at quidditch matches.

Studying together.

Telling each other everything.

You both took a while to say I love you and were super nervous. Now you say it all the time.

Oliver loves to support you in quidditch.

He always shows off when you are watching training.

You wear his scarf to his matches.

Fred and George fake flirt with you just to annoy Oliver.

You play along a little before stopping.

He seems tough but is actually super sensitive.

You two always end up sneaking off after quidditch and classes to makeout.

Neither of you love PDA.

You only really hold hands in public.

Though once he kissed you on the lips in front of everyone at a quidditch match.

You go to professional quidditch matches together.

You go on really cute dates every few hogsmeade weekends.

If you aren't on a date you two are hanging out with your friends at the three broomsticks.

You love stealing Olivers jumpers and wearing them around the place.

He loves it when you wear his jumpers but won't admit it.

Fred and George tease him mercilessly.

You always help him with quidditch tactics.

He is surprisingly super romantic.

He sometimes brings you flowers and food just because.

You are super excited when he is on the puddlemere united team.

You always go and watch his matches.

After you leave school you move in together.

You go to the quidditch world cup together.

After a few years you get married.

[hughey-cat]

Headcannon #24

Ron hadn’t left the hill in hours. The mourners and all left, and the kitchen had been cleaned. George had retreated back to Percy’s bedroom where a cot had been set up. No one had stepped into the room that he used to share with Fred yet. 

Hermione watched from the kitchen window, as a single dot sat with his brother on the hill, talking to a ghost that would never answer back. 

She didn’t know how long she was supposed to wait. What she would even say to get him to come back inside. If it would ever be enough. She started to get up, to make her way outside, when Percy, Charlie and Bill stopped her. 

‘We’ll go.’ Bill told her. ‘Go get ready for bed. He’ll need you then, but you don’t need to hear whatever he’s thinking now.’ 

‘he can’t say anything new. i’ve heard him say terrible things to me before.’ she tells him.

‘that was before.’ Charlie answers. ‘before what happened out there happened, and before you were what you are now. he’ll never forgive himself if he hurts you now.’ 

she concedes and heads to ready for him in the aftermath of whatever his brothers are going to do. 

Bill lead the way up to the plot of grass where Fred was buried, and Ron seemed intent to meld into the ground. He sat down next to his youngest brother, close, but careful not to touch him, afraid he would spook. Charlie and Percy stood further down the hill, so they were eye level, but ready to catch him if he tried to run. 

‘she’s worried about you.’ Bill informs his brother. 

‘please, Mum hasn’t even noticed that i never came to the house. i’ll be back before she does.’ Ron answers, eyes never leaving their focal point.

‘not mum.’ Bill corrects. He hears Ron sigh, guilty that he’s made Hermione worry about him. 

‘It should have been me.’ Ron tells his brothers. Looking up from Fred’s headstone for the first time in hours. ‘I’d prepared for it, y’know. Last summer. Maybe the whole last seven years. It was always supposed to be me. It was my job to sacrifice myself for them. I wrote letters to her, to him, to you guys, to mum and dad and Ginny. I had a will drawn up. i don’t have a lot of stuff but i left most of it to her. I even gave Pig to little Rabbie Frasier down the road to make sure that he had a good home and someone to watch over him. I was ready to die. 

‘And then they took her, and there was nothing I could do. I couldn’t take that pain in her place. They wouldn’t let me. I tried, i really tried to make them take me instead and they wouldn’t. And I have to listen to her screams in my head every moment that she’s not in my sight, that i can’t make sure that she’s safe and feel her in my arms, i hear those screams again, and I see her on the floor covered in glass and blood. And it was supposed to be me. 

‘And then there’s Harry. Who somehow survived a killing curse again. But it was never supposed to come to that. I was supposed to die in his place. And now i see his lifeless body in my dreams and I think about how its just another thing i failed at. I couldn’t protect them. I couldn’t protect Fred, or Lupin or Tonks. I couldn’t do the one thing that every moment since we were twelve has been preparing for. I couldn’t bloody well die for them. No one would bloody let me.’ 

he was yelling through sobs at the end. Percy and Charlie had tears streaming down their face. Bill didn’t know if he wanted to scream or punch something, or throttle Ron for ever thinking this way. 

‘It was not your job to die for them. It was your job to hold them together, and you did. Harry and Hermione, they are alive. Hermione is safe, she lived because of you. She fought through the haze and her own willingness to die for you. You did that. You saved her.

‘Harry lived this long because of you. No, don’t shake your head at me. He got to the day, to sacrifice himself in the forest, because of you, because of the things you taught him about love and family and the power of those things in magic. He could have turned out so differently, but you took him in, and shared yourself, and your life and us with him, and you saved him too. So don’t you ever think your job was to die for them. They would kill you for it first.’

Bill wraps himself around his baby brother, for the first time truly realizing that he is a man, the same size as himself. The only brother that is. He thinks its fitting, the two large brothers, carrying not just their own pain, but the pain of those around them on their backs. 

‘Do you blame me? for Fred?’ Percy asks quietly. 

‘No. Never.’ Ron tells him. 

‘Then how are you going to blame yourself?’ Percy answers, supporting Ron with logic rather than emotions. Knowing that despite his heart and his propensity to wear it on his sleeve, Ron needs to solve puzzles sometimes, with logic and facts. 

‘And Lupin taught you everything you know, but not everything he knows. And Tonks was an auror. they knew what they were doing. They knew what they were risking. It was never your job to die for them.’ Charlie tells him. 

Ron collapses backwards on the ground, looking up at the sky. 

‘Thank you.’ he tells his brothers. ‘I needed to hear this. I’m probably going to continue to need to hear this.’

‘Anytime Ronnie. Anytime.’ 

[ghostofstudentspast]

One of a kind

Charlie x Reader

Prompts: “Please shut up, I can’t stand how appealing your voice is.”

I have such a soft spot for Charlie Weasley, I think he’s so underrated and deserves so much more love!! So I wrote this little piece that’s completely and utterly filled with fluff. I also wrote it for @summer-writes writing challenge (and you should check her out too because she’s lovely)!

Three days. That’s how long it had taken for you to develop a crush on Charlie Weasley. You’d vaguely remembered him from your days at school but he was two years above you and let’s face it, Hogwarts is a big school.

Now, it was rare to see the two of you apart. You’d joined his team in Romania almost two years ago now. Starting as a glorified intern, you were more than happy to just be around the dragons. Today you were counted as an integral part of your research team. While Charlie focussed more on the handling and transporting of dragons, you were at his side to monitor the creatures’ health. Always the first to clock injuries, diet changes and sicknesses you really were an expert in the dragon department.

Not only were the two of you a wonder team but you got along like old friends. His happy go lucky demeanour sparked your creative side which meant work was never boring. Your sharp tongue counterbalanced his quick wit which meant you were always tossing back and forth a little ball of banter.

You worked together and you were known to take work home. It only made sense when the two of you moved in together a few months into your partnership. You set basic boundaries and you mostly managed to squash the tiny little voice in your head that begged for him to make a move. If being platonic meant you could have Charlie in your life, you were happy to just be friends.

Living together worked out to be a blessing, the only problem was his singing. Not because it was bad, oh no quite the opposite. His voice was gravelly and had such a warm tone to it that it was like fire whiskey to your ears. He was constantly singing, while he cooked, in the shower and even on the job. It got to the point where you would just zone out as soon as you heard his voice. It always gave you butterflies. No not butterflies, they were fully grown dragons flying around in your stomach.

“Y/N!” the object of your thoughts came bursting into your living room, full of energy as always, “there’s a rumour going around that we might be getting a Hungarian horntail in sometime this month!”

He dropped onto the sofa across from the chair you were currently perched on and grinned. The two of you had been busy at work preparing to transfer some dragons in from a sanctuary across the country. It was always exciting when you had new dragons to study and look after but Charlie was especially thrilled each time. You’d never met someone who loved their career as much as he did.

“That’s fantastic Charlie!” you closed the book that had occupied you and watched the curly headed man toss a ball up in the air as you chatted. He always needed something to keep him busy, he always had energy to burn. “I heard there’s some babies coming along as well.”

“I know, it’s fantastic,” he shot you a quick grin, “it’ll be like a brand new addition to our little family.”

“Our family?” you chuckled and raised your eyebrow at him, “that makes you what? Their uncle?”

“Mm yeah, you’re right, we’re like the fun uncle and aunt that the kids can’t wait to see at Christmas,” he stuck his tongue out at you and tossed the ball up again with ease.

“You’re one of a kind Weasley,” you shook your head and stuck your tongue back out at him.

“Then aren’t you lucky you know me?” he winked at you and rolled off the couch to stand up. You weren’t too phased by his flirty personality as much as you were when you first met him but it still kicked up a little blush on your face when he caught you off guard.

“I’m gonna shower and then I’m thinking of making pasta. You know, in case you’re interested.”

“In what, the pasta or the shower?” you flirted back and smirked up at him, “cause those are two very different offers Charles.”

“Hey, I’ll leave that for you to decide darling,” he wiggled his eyebrows and tossed the ball up and down again as he backed out of the room. He turned to leave and yelled a quick, “I’ll be in the shower!”

You smacked yourself in the forehead with your novel as your cheeks coloured red. You let yourself take the five seconds to consider following him before putting the book back in your lap and distracting yourself with the text. He just couldn’t help being flirty, you knew that, it was a part of his personality. You’d be a hypocrite if you didn’t say the same about yourself. But with Charlie it was always slightly different.

“Carbs will fix this,” you muttered, choosing to let your thoughts drift to pasta instead.

And there it was, as if on cue, Charlie singing in the shower. You couldn’t help but smile a little bit as he loudly sang along to whatever was stuck in his head today. He was far from shy and you loved that about him. The man could be comfortable anywhere and never had any shame for being a bit strange.

It was easy to fall in love with him the way you had. He was kind, fun, handsome and practically your best friend. You would be shocked if anyone managed not to fall in love with him if they were in your position. You knew you were basically an old married couple at this point anyway. Last Christmas he’d even taken you home to the Weasleys for a few days to meet his family. Normal, colleague behaviour, right?

“Hey,” Charlie stopped in the doorway on his way to his room, towel wrapped around his waist. It wasn’t rare to see Charlie walking around without a shirt, just as you would often walk around without pants. It was your house. But still, your eyes skipped over his torso and you forced your eyes to stay on his face. “so, yes on the pasta? Maybe some ice cream?”

“You should know you don’t even have to ask at this point Charlie,” you grinned and shooed him out of the room, waving your book at him.

His humming made nice background noise to your reading, trying your hardest to stay focused on the words on the page. Eventually you gave up and decided to see if you could help in the kitchen. There you found Charlie stirring a pan on the stove and humming along to the radio he had playing from the counter.

“You know you have a wand right?” you crossed your arms with an amused smile playing on your lips.

“You know, somehow this seems safer for me,” Charlie barked out a laugh and turned to grin at you, “don’t exactly have a great track record with household magic do I sweetheart?”

“Can’t deny that,” you laughed and pulled some plates out of the cupboard and started setting the little table in the centre of the kitchen. The two of you sitting down to gorge yourself on cheesy goodness.

You often split the chores between you, alternating who cooked for who. It wasn’t really a competition to see who was the better cook between you but if there’s one thing he could cook well it was comfort food. Something that came naturally to the Weasleys was a creating comforting environment so it was no surprise.

“Nope, I got it!” You grabbed Charlie’s plate before he could get up and put it away, “You cooked, I clean.”

“You’re too good to me,” Charlie chuckled and helped bring everything to the sink, “one of these days my mother will demand I marry you.”

You bit the inside of your cheek and turned towards the sink so he couldn’t see your eyes widen. Wouldn’t be so bad Charlie, you thought to yourself. You could hear him continue to hum along from the living room as you flicked your wand over the dirty plates to clean them. He came waltzing back into the kitchen as Frank Sinatra played over the speakers. Reaching out his hands dramatically to serenade you as you leant against the counter and crossed your arms with a smirk.

“Please shut up, I can’t stand how appealing your voice is,” you pretended to plug your ears.

Charlie just shook his head with a grin and continued singing, grabbing your hand to pull you into the kitchen to join him in his dancing.

I could be a king on crown

Humble or poor, rich or renowned

There is nothing I couldn't do

If I had you

You let out a laugh as he spun you towards him and rocked the two of you back and forth. Your hand clasped in his, the other on your waist he danced the two of you through the small kitchen. Resting your head on his shoulder, eyes closed as you listened to him sing along. He smelled like fire and cinnamon and Autumn. A smile was permanently stuck on your face even as your heart skipped a beat.

His hand was warm against yours, scars littered his fingers and forearms along with light freckles from the sun. His thumb stroked the back of your hand as you swayed comfortably, the music fading out.

You opened your eyes to look up at the man who held your heart and were surprised to find him looking back. His hand travelled up to your cheek and his calloused thumb stroked your cheek gently. You held your breath and nuzzled your cheek into his hand.

“I am so insanely in love with you,” he whispered. It was so soft, you’d feared you’d misheard him somehow. “It’s driving me crazy Y/N.”

Without second thought you stood up on your toes and pressed your lips to his. Your arms easily resting on his shoulders, pulling him closer to you as his hands gripped your waist and steadied you. His lips were soft and moved perfectly against yours. You smiled into the kiss and let out a soft chuckle as your forehead came to rest against his, the two of you smiling and laughing breathlessly.

“I love you,” you smiled, “I’m so in love with you,” you let out a joyful laugh as Charlie picked you up with a dopey grin on his face and kissed you again. You wound your hands in his hair as he held you against him.

“Thank god,” he laughed as he set you down, your feet touching the floor again. “there was a moment there where I thought I’d have to find the dragons a new aunt.”

You slapped his chest with a laugh and rolled your eyes at him. He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and kissed your forehead it’s a smile. It was everything you could have possibly hoped for with Charlie.

“So you really think my voice is incredibly appealing huh?” he asked with an innocent expression in his face, a gleam of mischief in his eyes.

“Oh shut up,” you laughed as your face flushed again.

“No, In considering a career change now,” he teased, “Yeah I can see it now, Charlie the dragon taming pop star.” he squeezed your hip with his hand.

“Right, you call me when that works out,” you snorted and patted his chest with your hand.

“What if I can’t wait that long to call you?” he smiled at you and kissed the tip of your nose.

“I’m sure we can arrange something,” you smirked and tugged him down by the front of his shirt to kiss him again.

[octopus3320]

so ive seen lots of people headcannon that the marauders gifted Remus his trunk and stuff but I would like to propose another idea.

Its from a prank they pulled and Remus kept it.

In one of the maruders later years they come up with a plan in the holidays, several owls are sent back and forth so that they can get it right, they spend ages planning this. When they arrive at the train station the marauders all get on the train except for Remus. Remus is standing outside with his trunk label in clear view and is directing first years around like a teacher. The other mauaders have their heads popped out the window about 7 or 8 carriages down stacked on top of each other with peter at the bottom, James in the middle and Sirius on top. eventually the train has to take off so Remus gets on the train and make a big show of checking everyones carriages. As he makes it to the marauders carridge he puts a fancy piece of parchment up that says ‘Teachers only’ on the door, closes it and then relaxes as the train takes off. Sirius and James are going nuts, so happy that phase one has worked. Once the train gets to Hogwarts Remus wastes no time and practically sprints out the train with his trunk. Once again standing with his trunk in full view he begins to order first years around and manages to get half of the first years to follow him. Sirius, James and peter act as shepards, surrounding the group to make sure none get lost as they all start walking the long way into hogwarts. Remus is walking backwards at the front of the group and teaching the first years how to ‘properly’ enter Hogwarts. Meanwhile in the castle the staff are freaking out, the students are settled in watching the sorting but every second first year from the list seams to be missing. They carry on as normal, skipping those that are not there. Once they get to the end of the list they start to panic, wondering where half of the first years were. Suddenly, in storms the ‘lost’ half of the first years and the marauders, practically screaming the Y.M.C.A and dancing.

They got detentions for the whole term and managed to have Gryffindor start the year in negative points but the marauders all agreed it was worth it.

And as Remus dozed of in the carriage during Harry’s third year, this was what he was dreaming of, making it super easy for him to cast the protronus charm just after waking up.

[apr1cots]

a moment in time

Harry’s headache had intensified throughout the afternoon, and Hermione’s softly whispered spell had faded completely. He didn't think he could stomach dinner at the moment, and he told this to a stressed and disheveled Ron in the corridor before turning to walk in the opposite direction of all the children shuffling in a mob towards the Great Hall.

He headed in the vague direction of the owlery, knowing that a flight might calm the ache slightly, but unwilling to really think anything through. He realized with a bit of a start that he was taking a very unusual route through the castle, and that he was in a relatively low-activity corridor, where classes weren't being held this year. He kept walking, pausing only when he heard the tell-tale moan of a secret tryst occurring around the corner.

He quickly dismissed the noble part of him that considered turning back, and rounded the corner only to feel the breath knocked completely out of him.

Draco was shoved up against the stone wall with his shirt half unbuttoned and his robes in a pile on the floor, his head tipped to the side with none other than Blaise Zabini kissing his pale, luminescent neck.

“What. The. Fuck.”

At this, Draco’s eyes flew open and he became the picture of shock, open-mouthed and slightly panicked.

Harry’s head hurt so intensely, he felt as though the only escape would be to just explode on the spot. It felt as though an entire army was inside his skull, pounding on it, trying to push their way to the outside.

He turned on his heel as abruptly as he could manage and stormed down the hallway. If he had remembered to throw on his thick wool cloak or even some robes, they would be swirling around him right now and he would be able to feel his fingertips, but in the last month he had been hard pressed to even throw on a sweater. A familiar inky, encompassing darkness crept deeper and deeper inside his body, choking him, and muting the world around him.

It wasn't until an all too familiar hand wrapped around his wrist and yanked him back into reality, that Harry was able to feel the hot tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Harry!” Draco shouted, and Harry realized Draco had probably called his name multiple times now. “Harry, please, just listen to me.”

Harry ripped his arm away from Draco. “No, sorry, Malfoy,” he spat the surname like a curse. “I wouldn't want to come onto you, you're not fucking gay remember?” Dark jarring images of the scene Harry had just witnessed flashed violently in his mind.

“Harry no- it’s not. It’s not what you think. I just-“

“What? Did you forget Blaise was a fucking man? Mix him up with Pansy for a minute there, Malfoy?”

“Harry, please let me talk.”

“No! Draco,” Harry’s voice cracked here, despite his best efforts to remain impassive. “Draco, I gave you a chance to talk on Christmas Eve.”

“Harry, you were drunk on Christmas Eve and-”

“I was only tipsy and it didn't change what I was saying”

Draco’s voice became immeasurably softer, in a sharp contrast to his typical demeanor. “That’s really how you feel?”

“How I felt… yes… how I feel now… I don’t… I don’t- I can’t”

“Harry, do you really love me?” A strange intensity overtook Draco’s face and voice and Harry didn't know what to say.

“I… I don’t… I”

“Harry, yes or no? Please just-“

“Fuck! Okay fuck, yes Draco. I’m so in love with you my toes fucking curl when I see you okay? Are you done humiliating me?”

Apparently, Draco was not, as he swept Harry into his arms, as grandly and elegantly as everything else that Draco did, and kissed him deeply and darkly. Harry had been waiting for this moment for months but every daydream in the world couldn't amount to how Harry felt in this one moment.

Draco was the soft warm beach and Harry felt like a tsunami, but at the same time Draco was a tornado of emotion and passion that picked Harry right up, frozen and starstruck, and spun him round and round and round, draining every last drop of darkness from Harry. It felt like every role that had ever been assigned to Harry, and every role that had ever been assigned to Draco, all the darkness and light between them was being knitted together as tightly as possible, a link that could never be broken. Every inch of Harry was tied to Draco forever.

When they finally pulled apart, Harry tried to take a step back to collect himself, even the slightest bit, but Draco pulled him in closer, dropping his forehead to Harry’s.

“Have I humiliated you enough, then?” Draco asked.