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Since the first picture made me kinda sad, I felt like I had to let the scene end on a more hopeful note.
Also this whole comic is heavily influenced by me listening to the Titanic soundtrack and ‘Avalon’ by Roxy music. Like, I’m picturing Snape standing on the balcony, looking at the school grounds bathed in morning sunlight, his hair flowing in the wind, and ‘Rose’s theme’ is blasting from my EarPods.
Is it cheesy? Is it dramatic? Yes. Am i ashamed of it? Hell na.
Saving Severus Snape
Author: MegGonagall
Rating: Exceeds Expectations
Length: Epic, 156,153 words (42 chapters)
Era, Publish Date: DH, 04.04.2016-12.08.2023
Categories: Time Travel
Genres: Romance, Adventure; Marauders, Post-Hogwarts
Summary: Hermione's Plan: Travel back in time and show Severus Snape that he does have a life worth fighting for. Not Hermione's Plan: Fall in love with him. (author)
Awards: FROG Round 1 Novel 🥇 FROG Round 3 Long-Form Romance 🥇
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Unequivocal
Title: Unequivocal
Author: BeaneyWeasley
Rating: T
Genre(s): Romance
Chapters: 17
Word Count: 57,575
Status: Complete
Summary: "You just what! You want me to kiss you and sweep you off your feet and tell you I'm in love with you and always have been? Well, I tried that! And guess what, Weasley? You're still engaged and I'm still the idiot that thought I had a chance. So please, if you have any shred of feeling for me, just leave me alone."
THE ALGORITHM
Chapter 06 is up! ❤
HAPPY READING 😍
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
To the wonderful person I have borrowed the quote from, thank you so much. 🤗 I have not featured the line in my story only on the mood board. 😘
Draco braced himself to the incoming barrage. His mouth dry, he swallowed hard and got to his feet.
Theo shoved Blaise out of the way and yelled, "You rotten wanker."
He had always been the tallest. The gangly man had hit another growth spurt. His dirty blonde hair was cut short, and he narrowed his clear blue eyes at his best friend.
Theo instructed Blaise sternly, “Grab him and hold him still so I can kick his nuts.”
He added angrily, “You turn up after all these years, you fucking arsehole.”
A high pitch voice hurled, “Do you have any idea what you've put us through?”
Heels clicked impatiently against the marble floors, and everyone ground their teeth.
Pansy hadn't changed much except she looked like she stepped out of Witch Weekly Magazine with her short bob, stylish pleated pants, manicured nails and a fashionable silk shirt.
Draco put his hands up in surrender and backed away slowly, "Calm down." He went to stand behind a rather sturdy cushioned armchair. The more distance he put between himself and the enraged frothing woman, the better for his wellbeing.
Blaise walked behind the impulsive duo with a happy grin and his hand out.
He was an inch shorter than Draco but broader and built. His chocolate brown skin was gorgeously tan, and his green-tinged ears lit up happily at the sight of his long-lost friend.
Pansy choked back a sob, "You miserable worm. Do you have any idea how worried we've been?"
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Oblivious to the Rose by dirtymudblood
Every Friday is theirs and theirs alone. But they’re not dating. Really, they’re not. They’re not. So it shouldn’t matter if he misses a Friday for a date. Right? Right.
My little Christmas project. Hope you like it!
Merry Christmas to all Potterheads!
Nowhere else to turn Chapter 64: Custody
‘Blaise seats himself on the well-worn couch, feeling as though he’s being grilled for a job interview as Tavi leans forward; her fawn brown eyes glint with mischievous intelligence. She drops her voice, the clatter of the pan and crockery masking her interrogation from Gus.
“Do you have romantic designs on Gus, Mr Blaise? She needs a nice, strong, reliable boyfriend – not a nasty, selfish one,” Tavi declares, peering critically at him.
“I– um– I’m generally considered to be a nice guy?” Blaise offers weakly, wondering if the kid is enjoying the fact he is blushing furiously. “Gussie– Gus told me she’s not interested in dating me, Miss Octavia.”
Tavi blows a raspberry. “Fffffft – Gus tells everyone that. She thinks I require more parenting than I really do, you know,” she pronounces authoritatively. “I love her, but she needs to get a life – even Mrs Green says so.”
“Mrs Green?” Blaise echoes, hoping to change the subject and perhaps shift the girl’s oddly wise eyes off his visage. “Is she your nanny? Governess?” he hedges, feeling slighted as Tavi roars with laughter, clapping her delicate hands onto her knees as her entire slender form vibrates with mirth.
“What’s so funny?” Gus calls. “You’re not harassing Mr Zabini, are you, Tavi?” she warns, momentarily ceasing stirring the heating milk.
“He asked if– if Mrs Green was my n–nanny! Or my governess!” Tavi howls. Blaise is aggrieved when Gussie also starts to snigger.
It’s a perfectly valid question, he crossly assures himself. It’s not that funny.
“Remind me to let Mrs Green know of her elevation in status tomorrow, Tavi,” Gus cackles. “Don’t make fun: Mr Zabini is not used to mixing with humble commoners, such as we are,” she drawls.
“No need to pout, Blaise: Mrs Green is our dear widowed neighbour – she minds Tavi when I’m at work. We’d be lost without her, isn’t that right, Kiddo?”.
“Gus! Don’t call me that – I’m almost eleven,” Tavi hisses, looking thoroughly scandalized at the term of endearment.
“Eleven?” Blaise parrots, trying to mask his shock at the girl’s true age. She looks so… little… though she talks and acts as though she’s forty going on eighty, he smiles to himself.
“Practically grown up – you’d better get a job and find your own place, huh?” Gus teases, before turning her attention to pouring the warmed milk into three mismatched, well-loved mugs.
“As if,” Tavi scoffs. “You’ll miss me like crazy when I leave for Hogwarts, Gus Gus.” Swinging her head back to Blaise, Tavi misses the tense, pensive look that crosses her sister’s face.
Something worrisome lurks behind that expression, Blaise muses…’
https://archiveofourown.org/works/23994118/chapters/67969261
Harry: You always look like someone, somewhere, is disappointing you
Draco: Someone usually is
Harry: It's me isn't it?
Draco: ...
Harry: ...
Draco: Would you like some tea?
