#olivunders

[dramiones]

 THE SILVER TRIO (draco malfoy, pansy parkinson, and blaise zabini) 

“ Clever as the devil. Twice as pretty. ”

[prideprejudce]

ur post about not wanting 2 be famous bc ur a dumbass spoke to me on 12837213 different spiritual levels can we be friends pls

absolutely!! anyone who can admit to themselves and the entire world that they should not be famous for the sole reason that they are dumb as fuck is completely valid 

tbh we are practically doing charity work for the rest of the world by not becoming celebrities lmao

[olivunders]

you don’t need to know now, how i’m doing

[nviles]

secret santa gift for @olivunders

@hogwartsschoolnet the hogwarts challenge- 3/7 relationships

harry potter + ginny weasley

harry looked around; there was ginny running toward him

she had a hard, blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him

and without thinking, without planning it

without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching

harry kissed her

[nevillelongsbottom]

CONGRATS UNCLEE 💖💖💖💖 IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!! can I have a neville + theo drabble/headcanon

pt.2: “wHOOPS I FORGOT A PROMPT um coffee shop au??”

theo is one of the lucky ones: number one, a university student with enough money to have coffee three times a week, and number two, a university student with a cute and quiet coffee shop in the close vicinity of his halls

he has regular times: monday mornings and wednesday and thursday afternoons, and it’s always the same man behind the counter, probably the same age as theo but taller and wider; he projects a little shyness, though, just like theo, with a half-awkward smile when he serves and a way of avoiding physical contact when he takes customers’ change or notes

the café’s nice, and it’s always quiet: it has wooden tables and plants all over them and on windowsills and hanging from points on the ceilings and the walls, with special shelves screwed on just for cute little plant pots and crawling ivy 

it’s always playing strange music, too - theo was used to the coffee shop and starbucks jazz, but this place plays guitar-twanging indie tracks that make theo feel either happy or calm depending on the barista’s mood

and sometimes he comes round and waters the plants, too

theo always sits with the plant he sees watered the most, just to strike up conversation with the barista: he’s sweet, and has a nice smile, and since they see each other for most of the week, they might as well get to know each other

but he’s too shy to say a word - and so, apparently, is the barista, and so nothing happens at all

until it’s week three of whatever album the barista has been playing over and over, on repeat (theo’s head thrums with “should i stay or should i go”); theo could probably sing the whole thing, and he could really have just googled it, but his curiosity gets the better of him, and so when he’s in on a wednesday afternoon and an english whine over the speakers declares the subject of the song is getting an “even atom tan”, he leans in to the barista

“hey,” he says, “i, um, really like this album - what is it?” 

the barista looks a little startled, but he smiles brightly: “it’s, um, combat rock by the clash. do you like it?”

theo nods, “oh, i really do! it’s not traditional coffee shop fare, of course, but i definitely like it more: it gives this place its own unique ambience, and makes it a nice place to come to, especially when you’re playing that funk track”

“that’s great; i was kinda worried that people wouldn’t like it, since it’s such an unusual choice… old punk and stuff,” he laughs; the barista seems to unravel at this, creeping out of his shell. “the lady who runs the shop is really sweet, she lets me play whatever i want”

“well, i really enjoy the music,” theo blurts, and then blushes, feeling stupid for having said it so earnestly; god, he’s an idiot - no wonder nobody really speaks to him these days. “and this is definitely the best café for studying in, in the whole town”

the barista goes red, too; “oh, thank you, i’ll have to tell miss sprout that, then…” he glances up. “sorry, i don’t think i’ve ever caught your name. i’m neville”

“theo,” he says, softly; gosh, what a cute name the barista has, just like the rest of him. “say, would you like to maybe go out for a coffee sometime… at another shop?”

neville looks both bemused and amused by this request, but he nods gleefully. “okay,” he says, “that would be great”

charlie celebrates 500!

[azkabcn-archive]

Satisfied, a Romione fanfiction; Part 1/1

This has been done for a very special member of my Harry Potter family. It's her birthday today and she deserves something really special. Charlotte, @charlotteweasley, my sister in everything but blood (especially in heart ilysm), I bring you Satisfied. I hope you're *satisfied* with the result ;) 

PSA: my first time writing Romione so like, cut me some slack, yah?

''Mione,' l murmur.

She hums in response from her place at the window.

'The war's over. He's gone.' I'm still in shock.

I see a ghost of a smile grace her lips. 'It's been over for three years, Ron,' she says with a laugh.

I put my Chudley Cannons magazine on the bedside table and go to join her. 'Yeah, I know. I still can't believe it sometimes.'

She chuckles and turns on the spot so her arms lay around my neck. 'I know where you're coming from. I haven't felt this peaceful since before first year.' I hug her back and close my eyes, my cheek resting against her hair.

It's at times like this that I truly get to appreciate Hermione Granger and the love we share. When we understand that we were so close to not having any of this. That we were going to lose everything if it weren't for Harry and his bravery.

I hear a flutter of wings and a tiny patter of feet landing on the windowsill. Hermione turns her back to me and breathes out, 'It's Remus.'

Sure enough, Harry's Tawny owl looks up at us, innocently waiting for us for untie the roll of parchment.

I take the letter from him and unroll it, Hermione reading over my shoulder.

Ron, Hermione,

Harry and I hope you're well. It's been a while since we've seen you, what with work and things being busy. Hopefully, we can all take a break and meet up at The Burrow. We'd like that.

Anyway, we have... news. Harry proposed to me! We're engaged! Wedding planning won't begin until a few months' time; I guess we're content to leave things as they are for now and take it slow. We've not told Mum or Dad yet cause we thought telling the five (ohmygosh how I miss you, dear Fred) of you first would be the best. Or something. I don't know.

So yeah. That's us. Hopefully we'll see you soon. Missing you both.

Love,

Ginny x

I gape at the letter. I can't believe it. Harry's only gone and beat me to it. I lost the bet. His words, 'I bet you five galleons that the time will feel right for you two first, Ron. I bet you. I'm not good at... at love,' run through my brain and it makes me laugh to see how wrong he was.

I have been meaning to do it. Soon. But it just... hasn't felt right. I want to make sure we're work-and-hassle-free, that Hermione feels truly at peace.

I turn to my girlfriend to see she's scribbling at a furious pace on another piece of parchment (she does read a lot faster than I do.). I catch the words 'congratulations,' and 'happy for you,' and 'meet soon,' before she rolls it up and gives it to Remus to carry in his beak.

'Take it to Ginny, okay?' she explains softly as she strokes his feathers.

As the owl flies off, Hermione turns to me. 'They're engaged,' she says.

I smirk. 'I read the letter, 'Mione.'

She stares at me until I slowly crumble under her gaze. 'You're wondering when it's our turn, aren't you?' I sigh, running a hand through my hair.

'What? No! No, Ron, honestly—'

I raise an eyebrow. 'You're not?' I can't keep the surprise from lacing my tone.

'Of course not, silly.' She takes my hands in hers and the fond, soft smile that I've grown so used to never leaves her face. 'When the time is right, it'll happen. For now I'm content to just know that you're mine and I do have a future with you because I love you.'

I smile back, unable to stop the rapid beating of my heart. 'You definitely have a future with me. I'm yours and I'm not going anywhere,' I whisper. I take my hand to her cheek and feel her lean into my touch. 'I love you, Hermione Granger.'

Our lips meet; slowly, gently, softly, and I can't help but feel that the right time is coming. As we stand there, bodies entwined, I know. I know it'll happen.

I guess we're satisfied to leave things as they are for now and take it slow.

[rogerdvies]

hello congratulations on 1.5k!! can i join your fandom fam?? my name is sandra, characters: neville longbottom, cedric diggory, george weasley. and my favourite quote (at this point im so indecisive i change my mind every few hours whoops) "stars hide your fires, let not light see my black and deep desires"- act 1, scene 4- macbeth

message #2: oh and can i join the chat too??

message #3: wAIT OHMY I FORGOT TO PUT LITERALLY MY FAVOURITE CHARACTER OF ALL TIME: james potter please if he isn't taken

@olivunders. thank you sandra !! I’M SORRY JAMES IS TAKEN BUT I PUT YOU DOWN AS THE AMAZING NEVILLE WE NEEDED A NEVILLE SO BAD AND I LOVE YOU FOR PUTTING HIM ALSO I WILL SEND THE DISCORD LINK IN A MOMENT !!

the family !

blacklist “#ohana means a 1.5k family” if you don’t want to see posts !!

[dramiones]

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