#✨RON DINNER✨

[fannedandflawless]

The Great Galleon Plot Hole

You ever sit there re-reading Harry Potter and suddenly get punched in the face by a plot hole so loud it drowns out the Hogwarts Express?

Because I just remembered something:

Wands are the most essential magical tool in the entire wizarding world—your literal magical lifeline—and they cost less than a decent meal in Diagon Alley.

Meanwhile, broomsticks? Luxury items. And somehow, everyone’s just… fine with that?

✨Absolutely not.✨

Let’s talk about it—because the wizarding world economy is giving narrative convenience over logic, and I have questions. Big, wand-swinging, Gringotts-auditing questions.

But Why Is the Soul-Bound Wand Cheaper Than a Broomstick?

THE WAND IS YOUR LIFE

It’s your weapon.

Your shield.

Your link to identity, emotion, power, precision, and survival.

You can’t even perform most standard spells without it—unless you're a trained wandless magic user, which is incredibly rare and usually requires advanced discipline or heritage-based skill.

It chooses you. It bonds with your magic. It’s irreplaceable. So how much does it cost?

Roughly 7–20 Galleons. Literally less than a decent cauldron—or, depending on the wand, not much more than dinner and dessert in Diagon Alley.

According to J.K. Rowling, wands sold at Ollivanders are generally priced around 7 Galleons, though some fans speculate they could range up to 20 Galleons depending on wand complexity or materials. If we use the exchange rate Rowling once suggested (1 Galleon = ~£5), that means the average wand costs £35–£100—cheaper than a modern mobile phone, and it lasts your entire magical life.

Considering the effort it takes to craft them—rare magical woods, powerful cores like phoenix feather or dragon heartstring, and the expertise of a wandmaker—this price range is still shockingly low for something that serves as a witch or wizard’s most essential magical instrument.

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MEAL PRICES IN THE WIZARDING WORLD

Let’s quickly look at the cost of food in the wizarding world, since we’re comparing life-altering artefacts to lunch.

From the Hogwarts Express trolley:

Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, Chocolate Frogs: ~1–2 Sickles each

Harry buys a dozen items with a handful of Sickles (17 Sickles = 1 Galleon)

A full trolley binge? Roughly 1 Galleon.

In Half-Blood Prince, we also get a glimpse of Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley prices:

Butterbeer: ~2 Sickles

Light lunch at the Leaky Cauldron: ~1–2 Galleons

Full sit-down meal with drinks and dessert (e.g. Madam Puddifoot’s): ~3–4 Galleons

So yes, a wand could cost less than a proper meal out—especially if you’re treating someone.

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THE BROOM COSTS 50x MORE?

A Nimbus 2000 is gifted to Harry—major moment. Retail: ~100 Galleons.

A Firebolt? Easily over 1,000 Galleons. That’s more than Arthur Weasley’s entire annual salary, and he works for the Ministry of Magic. Literal luxury transport.

Some Hogwarts students can’t even afford a broom—they borrow school spares.

So what are we saying?

“Yes, your enchanted flying stick of wood is more expensive than your magical soul-bonded wand.”

🚨 IT’S A PLOT HOLE. A BIG ONE.

We’re expected to believe that the literal core of magical life is cheaper than school transport, postal birds, and half the Hogwarts supply list?

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ROWLING’S LIKELY INTENTION:

A cheap wand makes magic feel accessible to everyone.

Expensive brooms show status and privilege (Malfoys flexing 101).

It creates visual contrast: Ron’s taped wand vs Draco’s top-tier broom.

But from an internal logic standpoint?

You can’t ride a broom into a duel. But you can hex someone across the room with a wand. So why is the life-sustaining object priced like a trinket?

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HEADCANON FIX (Because We Always Clean Up for Her):

Wands are partially subsidised by Hogwarts or the Ministry. → A “no child wandless” policy. A right, not a luxury. → Ollivander charges less than market value to protect magical equality.

Brooms are like cars. → Basic ones are cheap. → High-end ones are status symbols (think: Quidditch Rolex on a stick).

Ollivander keeps prices low on purpose. → His family name is legacy. → He’s not selling wood and string—he’s handing over destiny.

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🫠 BONUS RAGE: OLLIVANDER HAS TO EAT, TOO.

Wandmaking isn’t hobby work. This man carves magical wood, cores it with dragon heartstring or unicorn hair, and attunes it to individual children’s energy signatures.

And you’re telling me he charges 7 Galleons and calls it a day?

Meanwhile, in the Muggle world, wand replicas at Universal Studios theme parks sell for £40–£70, depending on whether they’re interactive or display-only. That’s almost the same as—or more than—the actual wand price in-universe. And those don’t even come with phoenix feathers.

Either he’s surviving on principle alone, or there’s a secret Wand Subsidy Act nobody talks about.

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“If my wand is cheaper than an enchanted kettle, someone’s cooking the books—and it’s not in Potions class.”

Capitalism really said ‘Expelliarmus your wallet.’

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💸 If wand prices made you blink, wait until you see how Severus Snape maintained a house, a potions lab, and an aura of controlled menace on what Slughorn called a “meagre” salary. → Read Spinner’s End Wasn’t Poverty—It Was Privacy.

[the-golden-comet]

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Allllright let’s get started on these….who should I—

….Oh.

Cheers, mate! 🍻

Five Things that make you happy?

Benjamin, Rum, my ship, my mates, and blasting the smug grin off the faces of royals :)

If you could save just one other person who would it be?

Take one guess, mate.

Tell us one of your funniest jokes.

There once was a lad whose nose flew off from a point-blank shot. What did he say? “Tell us one of your funniest jokes.” No? Not laughing? Oh darn, I thought that was quite the knee slapper there. :)

Where would you like to visit?

Around the Caribbean Isles with my husband and crew. The waters should be good this time of year…

When do you usually go to sleep?

Well, depends….usually after Benji and I—

Benjamin: —STOP. 😡

Are you a jealous person?

Absolutely.

Have you committed a crime?

….Nah. ;)

Do you have a chore you absolutely hate?

Usually it’s the mates that do those, but cleaning the heads has never been a favorable chore for any of them.

Benjamin:…Not at all. 😑

Tell me an embarrassing childhood story.

I was spending a night in the slammer after Officer Ralph caught me pickpocketing. I tried using the butter from my bread at dinner to slip through the bars, and wound up getting stuck. Officer Ralph was none too pleased about that one, as he had to get out the hacksaw on the iron bars to free me.

Are you a good person?

I’m a pirate. Are pirates known to be good people?

Benjamin: You’re a pirate with a heart of gold, Peter.

Oh love, you’re gonna make me blush. I’ll remember that line next time I’ve pissed you off enough~

What's the worst thing you've ever done? Do you regret it?

…..Oh Gods. I don’t think I want to go there…

Benjamin: …It’s fine, Peter—

—it’s not. Back on Bloodwater Bay, I….I still wake in cold sweats to that scream.

Benjamin: It had to be done. I realize it now. You saved me….

….I may have saved you, but I’m no hero for that.

What's the quickest way to make you laugh?

Insulting parliament. Or robbing them blind.

What is your favorite song right now?

“The Wellerman” is right fun, it is. Never fails to make me break out in a jig with the mates.

Do you sometimes wish to be someone else?

Mmmmmmnope. Can’t say I do.

Do you push forward or take time to rest?

I’d take time in the islands to let my mates rest, but if I let my guard down for even a second it could spell disaster. I remain vigilant, even in slumber.

What is your favorite drink?

Ron de Barbados. A gorgeous, rich rum with earthy flavors and hints of vanilla. A kick of cinnamon spice, and a dash of hazelnut that tickles the tongue. A bottles worth about twenty grand, but you’d be a fool to think I’d purchase a bottle to enjoy its contents :)

If you had to pick an item of clothing or an accessory to wear for the rest of your life, what would it be?

It’d have to be my father’s tricorn. I’m honored to continue his legacy.

If you were forced to forget one memory, what would you choose?

Remember that thing I regret? On Bloodwater Bay? If I could erase that from my mind, I’d do so in a heartbeat. The day I nearly lost my husband is a day that still rests as a deep scar stitched across my chest, and perched there is the little red bird that I must protect at all costs.

What is a positive thing your worst enemy would say about you?

That I have guts. And I’m not afraid to spill them.

Thank you, Peter. 🏴‍☠️💛✨

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[itsnotaphasemomitsanobsession]

It's the holiday season

✨ These are the fics that elicit feelings of happiness and love and found family in a time where we are all stressed about the holidays. So bundle up in bed, drink a cup of hot chocolate and enjoy some sweet holiday fluff. ✨

You are in love (T): Harry has a car and Draco needs to go home for the holidays. Eighth year rolls around and Draco and Harry take a road trip. Very sweet. This fic had me giggling and kicking my feet!

Love actually (E): a super cute professor AU, where EVERYONE knows that Harry has a thing for Draco! It's super cute, there's a wedding, silly students, and a very good Christmas for both parties!

Snow on the beach (T): a series of incidents where auror Potter visits the malfoy family on Christmas eve. Very cute and very sweet, features adorable Scorpius and snowflakes!

Wreck my plans (T): LISTEN! I love a good Hermione and Draco friendship more than anything in this world BUT a draco and Ron friendship???? PLEASE! This story is really sweet and cute and just a really nice thing to read after and during the holidays!

And the songbirds keep singing (like they know the score) (G): the roommate fic with added bird lore and cute living together cuteness! It's precious and I liked it!

The month of giving (M): Draco is homeless and Harry is an auror. Need I say more? No. But I will. This fic is overwhelmingly cute and there's so many good parts of this fic, like a cute little owl, down and out draco malfoy, 'and they were roommates', and just a whole lot of Christmas cuteness!

Mrs Weasley's Miracle (G): cute little ficlet about Mrs Weasley taking in Draco for the holidays. Features knitted outerwear, holiday dinners and a little bit of pining. Very cute and perfect for a holiday read!

My tidings aren't glad, they're ghastly (G): it starts with a Christmas card from Harry and then escalates from there. Just two boys sending holiday cards back and forth through the years, it's very cute and soft in only the best of ways.

✨ please remember to leave a kudos and drop a comment if you like any of these fics, happy holidays and I hope you all have a lovely rest of the year ✨

[pomegrnteseed]

I really love heist films. Here's how I'd set up the HP cast in a magical heist scenario:

Hermione Granger: the brains of the operation, former lover of Blaise Zabini, struggles to let others take on planning responsibilities. Gets Shit Done. Will never take on an apprentice. Outstanding strategist and extremely well connected, with allies in the unlikeliest of places. Learned magical mapmaking from Remus Lupin, and several other things besides. Closet adrenaline junkie. Openly disparaging of high society. Considers herself a liberator of fine arts. Donates generously to social impact projects.

Blaise Zabini: reputable conman and first class fixer, smooth talker, typically in charge of sourcing financing for larger operations and always negotiates extremely good deals. Head over heels for stay-at-home husband Ron and brings home a trinket from every country he visits, even if there's no passport stamp to prove it.

Ron Weasley: zero interest in heists, but hosts regular Sunday dinners with crews when they're on a job locally (no shop talk at the table) to remind them all that there's more to life than getting one over on the misogynistic moneyed pricks who hoard priceless art and jewels for bragging rights' sake.

Seamus Finnegan: explosions expert, eternal bachelor, his dyslexia and dyspraxia led him to building a wholly unique labelling code that inadvertently means he's irreplaceable. Created three innovative corrosive or inflammatory chemical compounds by accident at his kitchen table. On seventeen watchdog lists internationally, has his mail interfered with regularly (so he makes sure to buy some bizarre items to keep the police guessing).

Neville Longbottom: resident hacker and safecracker, particularly skilled with untangling pureblood protections, something of a fixer. Has a mutually beneficial ✨arrangement✨ with Hermione. He has been cultivating a curse-detecting sentient plant to aid his work, but as of yet the seedlings are proving... Unruly.

Charlie Weasley: the getaway guy. A bit mysterious, doesn't say much (unless the good whisky's been cracked open). Sings to himself while he's deep in thought. Lusting after Harry James Potter.

Pansy "Parks" Parkinson: con artist with a proficiency for fake identities and building believable backstories. Only in it for the thrill and to fuck over the patriarchal pureblood upper crust she was stifled by as a younger woman. Rarely without a cigarette in hand.

Luna Lovegood: surveillance whizz, sees things no one else spots. Attuned to pattern recognition, enjoys mixing divination arts with her camera work (much to Hermione's chagrin, it's very effective). Waiting for Gin to realise they're destined to fall in love.

Gin Weasley: the muscle. They're unmatched in speed and agility, and chronically underestimated given their lithe stature. And though they're not often needed, they like knowing they're the protector for the motley crew.

Hannah Abbott: extraordinary artificer, far outranking anything the Weasley twins could rustle up. Calls her wife Millie her lucky charm. Weaves magic and technology together with impeccable precision.

Daphne and Astoria Greengrass: fixers, a little unsettling in their telepathic communication style, but largely trustworthy and reputable. Astoria is engaged to Gregory Goyle. She'll tell him after the wedding vows protect them both from implicating the other in crimes.

Greg Goyle: has no idea his fiancée spends her days rubbing elbows with crooks and criminals. He's too busy building his magical art restoration business. On the downlow, he cases potential marks for his buddy Blaise. Because that's what friends do.

Harry Potter: fully aware of Hermione's hijinks, can't bring himself to worry too much because she's scarily smart and wouldn't take kindly to such a condescension. Lets her use him as scouting and surveillance distraction on occasion because he misses the high life but he's too fucking tired to get involved, tbh. Enjoys the perks of her snark and sneakery at boring galas, and occasionally helps Ron in the kitchen for heist roast dinners, his homemade Yorkshire puddings are unmatched.

The mark: Malfoy Manor

The vague idea: A magical relic of great historical significance is said to be hidden in the bowels of the ancestral Malfoy home. Hermione, loathe as she is to return to the building that still occasionally haunts her dreams some twenty years later, agrees with Blaise that the cut - 10 million gallons - is too great to pass up. But it also means having to rub elbows with Draco at ministry affairs and high society dos alongside Parks. Research will take her on something of an adventure through ministry archives, a tour of crumbling castles in the Scottish Highlands, and dredging a lake the arse-end of Wales for the necessary components her team require in assembling the perfect plan. Unfortunately, Draco has repeatedly legitimate reasons to appear at each location, threatening the op before it takes off. With her crew assembled and financing secured (though Blaise is tight lipped on the identity of their benevolent benefactor), they plot to break into Britain's most heavily fortified home to seek a treasure they're not even fully sure exists: Pair Dadeni, the cauldron of rebirth.

(obvs I'm thinking endgame Dramione, but I also kinda like the idea of a lil Draco x Neville x Hermione triad, honestly.)

[missemyei]

One Match Away - Chapter 4: Harry and Ginny in Sydney

By Miss EmYei Rating: M (18+)

Sometimes, stories don't end. They just... go quiet. Like the hush before a summer storm. Like a message left unread. Like two names still tangled together after all these years.

This isn't a love story. It's a story about what comes after. 🔗 Previous: Chapter 3: About to Expire 🔗 Next: Chapter 5: One Word, Too Much History Chapter 4 – Harry and Ginny in Sydney

Ginny Weasley didn’t waste time. She turned her love for Quidditch into a career, packed up her grief, and rebuilt her life under the Australian sun. Sydney wasn’t London. It didn’t carry the ghosts.

Not long after, Harry followed. Not for fame. Not for duty. Just to breathe.

He opened a tiny magical shop hidden in Taronga Zoo, tucked behind a wall of painted koalas and eucalyptus trees. You had to tap the wall and whisper "gumtree" to find it.

Sydney's magic was quieter—woven into street markets, surfboards, city parks. Harry liked that.

Some days, he trained with Ginny. Some days, he just flew, sunset painting the sky gold. Some days, they drank tea, traveled when they wanted, lived without ticking clocks or flashing headlines.

They didn’t have kids. They had freedom. And quiet routines. And memories they chose not to touch.

Except one.

Except Ron.

When Ron left—with Astoria Greengrass of all people—he left more than his family behind. He left a fracture no one could name. A silence too loud to ignore.

They didn’t speak of it. Not at dinners. Not even in dreams.

And Hermione—Hermione never spoke of it either. She just folded it into her heart like another unfinished story.

One Sunday evening, Ginny picked up Harry with a smoothie and a smile. They walked home like it was any other night.

Except tonight, Ginny said, "Hermione matched with someone."

And everything... shifted.

Hermione had shown her the photo. A man. Not suspicious. Not wizarding-world obvious.

But his eyes.

Those eyes Hermione had looked at like they hurt. Like they remembered too much.

"It's worse than an ex," Hermione had said.

Which left only one possibility.

Harry and Ginny sat in the small kitchen, tea steaming between them. Outside, the sea murmured against the coast.

"Maybe it's him," Ginny whispered.

Harry didn't deny it.

Some stories don't end. They just slip into your life when you're not looking. A match. A message. A mistake. A maybe.

✨ your turn ✨

What do you think? Is it him? And if it is... would you swipe right on a ghost from your past? 👀💬

Tell me in the comments or reblog with your theories— because something tells me this story is just getting started.

[themanirealityshifter]

✨🌟💫Golden Trio DR💫🌟✨

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<{ • First Name: Mars • }> <{ • Middle Name: Fynn • }> <{ • Last Name: Black • }> <{ • Nickname(s): None • }> <{ • Age: 16 • }>

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<{ • Pronouns: He/Him • }> <{ • Gender Identity: Genderfluid TransGuy • }> <{ • Romantic Orientation: Gay Demiromantic • }> <{ • Sexual Orientation: Gay Fraysexual • }> <{ • Other Orientations: Ambiamorous; Homoqueerplatonic • }>

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<{ • Parent(s): Sirius Black and Remus Lupin • }> <{ • Sibling(s): None • }> <{ • Other Family Member(s): Harry Potter (god-brother)(cousin); Draco Malfoy (cousin); Other Unnamed Family Members • }> <{ • GodParent(s): James Potter and Peter Pettigrew • }> <{ • Partner(s): Trevor Garrick • }> <{ • Best Friend(s): Harry Potter; Hermione Granger; Ron Weasley; Fred Weasley; George Weasley; Ginny Weasley; Luna Lovegood; Draco Malfoy • }> <{ • Friend(s): None • }> <{ • Dormmates: Trevor Garrick; Draco Malfoy; Blaise Zabini; Freddie Lilac • }>

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<{ • Hogwarts House: Slytherin • }> <{ • Wand Type: Hawthorn, 11”, and Thunderbird Tail Feather • }> <{ • Abilities: Expert at Legilimency • }>

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<{ • Description: Wavy Black Hair (wolfcut, i use it sm i know, but i love it); Black eyes; Lean, muscular body; Top and Bottom surgery scars; Several scars all over body; Oval face; Sharper jawline • }> <{ • Style: sweatshirts and sweatpants; baggy jeans; converse sneakers; flowy black and white shirts; lots of jewelry (rings in particular); tons of piercings • }> <{ • Positive Trait(s): Intelligent; Sarcastic; Good memory; Witty; Funny; Quiet; Book-ish; Creative • }> <{ • Negative Trait(s): Whiny; Anxious and Depressed; Tired always; Easily Overstimulated • }>

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<{ • Hobbies: Chaos-making with the Twins; Potion and Spell-making with the Twins; Poetry; Painting; Searching the Hogwarts Grounds to add more sections and rooms to the Map; Reading • }> <{ • Likes: Food; Sleep; Spending time with cousin; Working out; The Library • }> <{ • Dislikes: Bullies; Schoolwork; Bedtime; Boredom; Time away from partner and besties • }> <{ • Favorite Class(es): Potions and Divination • }> <{ • Least Favorite Class(es): Astronomy • }>

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<{ • Pet(s): Ferret (GreenBean) • }> <{ • Extra: Schoolwork is easy and I can always get it done quickly; Voldemort and the Death Eaters (or any alternatives of those) do not exist; Sirius, Remus, James, Regulus, Peter, they all live and they’re all good; Cannot die; Cannot get significant trauma there; None of my family or friends can die • }>

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<{ • Schedule • }>

<{ • 6:00 AM-7:00 AM: Breakfast Time • }> <{ • 8:00 AM-9:00 AM: Potions • }> <{ • 9:00 AM-9:30 AM: Free Time • }> <{ • 9:45 AM-10:45 AM: Charms • }> <{ • 10:45 AM-11:15 AM: Free Time • }> <{ • 11:30 AM-12:30 PM: Herbology • }> <{ • 12:30 PM-1:30 PM: Lunch Break • }> <{ • 1:40 PM-2:40 PM: DADA • }> <{ • 2:40 PM-3:10 PM: Free Time • }> <{ • 3:20 PM-4:20 PM: Divination • }> <{ • 4:20 PM-4:50 PM: Free Time • }> <{ • 5:00 PM-6:00 PM: Magical Creatures • }> <{ • 6:00 PM-7:00 PM: Dinner Time • }> <{ • 7:10 PM-8:10 PM: History • }> <{ • 8:10 PM-9:00 PM: Free Time • }> <{ • 9:10 PM-9:40 PM: Astronomy • }> <{ • 9:40 PM-12:00 AM: Free Time • }> <{ • Curfew: 12:00 AM • }>

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<{ • Classes • }>

<{ • Potions (Slytherins and Gryffindors): Harry Potter; Hermione Granger; Ron Weasley; Ginny Weasley; Draco Malfoy; Trevor Garrick • }> <{ • Charms (Ravenclaws and Slytherins): Luna Lovegood; Trevor Garrick; Draco Malfoy • }> <{ • Herbology (Hufflepuffs and Slytherins): Trevor Garrick; Draco Malfoy • }> <{ • DADA (Slytherins and Gryffindors): Harry Potter; Hermione Granger; Ron Weasley; Ginny Weasley; Draco Malfoy; Trevor Garrick • }> <{ • Divination (Slytherins and Ravenclaws): Luna Lovegood; Draco Malfoy; Trevor Garrick • }> <{ • Magical Creatures (Slytherins and Gryffindors): Harry Potter; Hermione Granger; Ron Weasley; Ginny Weasley; Draco Malfoy; Trevor Garrick • }> <{ • History (Hufflepuffs and Slytherins): Draco Malfoy; Trevor Garrick • }> <{ • Astronomy (Slytherin and Ravenclaws): Luna Lovegood; Draco Malfoy; Trevor Garrick • }>

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<{ • Me In This DR (Picrew Form) • }>

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[kdlavs]

Jonathan Bailey, Matt Bomer, Ron Nyswaner & Robbie Rogers at the HRC National Dinner where Jonathan Bailey presents the Human Rights Campaign National Impact Award to Matt Bomer ✨

[downtoncoquetteroach]

Summary: A fun chapter. Reader and Fred finally got to talk.

Notes: So this chapter its short but I hope you liked it, I was missing Fred a lot so I hope Neville lovers can't forgive his absence. He's coming back on the next one I promise.

Chapter one

Chapter two

You can also find this work on AO3 ⭐🩷

Chapter Three: Lumos 🪄✨

Lee was sitting on the benches opening a chocolate frog, while chewing the frog's head he pulled out the card to see which wizard he got, it was Gilderoy Lockhart who instantly showed a flirtatious smile, Lee gave him the finger. The twins continued arguing on the field for a while, they were really dumb, Lee already knew what they were discussing because the sound of the field traveled the same way it did in churches so you could hear everything from the other side. After a while it ended the same way it always did between the two redheads, rolling on the floor like kids, they were like a childhood cartoon, predictable but funny. A classic.

Y/n wasn't at dinner and Hermione was concerned about her absence, asking annoying questions to Fred and George, increasing Fred's guilty feelings, deep down worrying about y/n being hurt or I'll. His brother had made clear that being embarrassed for something you said during sex wasn't enough reason to disappear from a girl especially under THIS specific circumstances with THIS specific girl. He was looking for her the whole time but she just wasn't there.

He looked for her in the library, the hospital wing, her dorm, the common room, the astronomy tower, the girls bathroom and even the kitchens. Nothing. He was desperate, what if she went home? He couldn't bear the thought. He went to bed, miserable and concerned.

Y/n woke in Neville's arms, feeling the warmth of his chest and his chin on her head, she was embracing him too. It was so weird but familiar at the same time, as If it was meant to be this way. She separated from his body very carefully but he woke up to the cold of her absence. They looked at each other for a moment and smiled in silence, she told him in signals that she was leaving and he nodded.

She was grateful for Ron's snoring covering her steps, the morning sun illuminating her way out and with great care she opened the door just to encounter Fred Weasley coming downstairs.

Wtf?

She gasped and after a second she ran out.

She couldn't believe her luck. She felt guilty but at the same time she didn't knew why, after all, Neville was just her friend and nothing happened and even if it did, Fred and her weren't a couple. But the weight in her stomach told her otherwise.

Some weeks passed and the things between them got cold, they avoided the other, Fred seemed hurt somehow, sometimes she felt like he was about to talk to her but in the end he backed up. She was still hurt but started to miss him and George so much. Without them around classes were so boring.

Neville and y/n had growth closer, spending all of their meals and free hours together, endlessly talking and laughing, exchanging secret notes on the hallways while they ran from classroom to dungeon and they knew what the other had to say just by looking into each other's eyes. Neville felt like this period at Hogwarts was definitely everything he had hoped Hogwarts to be.

Rumors started to spread but they didn't care, except for Fred who seemed grumpier.

The morning of Christmas break before they got on the train back to London, Fred finally reached out.

Y/n was getting back from the library after returning the last books when she felt a cold hand on her wrist, pulling her towards the nearest closet. It was dark but she knew instantly it was Fred.

Lumos

His eyes were scrutinizing her in silence, she was nervous, butterflies fluttering on her stomach, hands sweating. She was about to open her mouth but he stopped her by putting his forefinger on her lips and before he coul say anything she sucked it.

He didn't expect THAT. But he recovered fast and with a grunt, he put her against the wall while his left hand reached in between her legs, fingering her with no mercy without breaking eye contact. She was already soaked when he spoke breathlessly.

Oh you've been a bad girl, pretending you didn't care about me but here you are, do you get wet just by the sight of me sweetheart?

Y/n's whimpers were getting loud, Fred was already so turned on he pulled his fingers out of her panties and licked them out

See love? You are mine, I'm gonna give you something to think about on the holidays

He went down on her, got his head under her skirt and tore her underwear, his warm watery tongue ranged all over her pussy, sucking and licking, eating her ferociously while she tried not to moan so loudly.

His dick was so hard it was painful to keep inside his pants so he took it out and before he could start to pleasure himself she begged

Fred please fuck me

He got up and looked at her in the eyes

Say that again darling

Fred please fuck me hard

Will you be a nice girl?

Yes Fred

Would you spread those beautiful legs for me? Would you let me fill you?

Yes Fred I promise, that's all I want

I'm gonna fuck you until you are pregnant sweetheart

She gasped and he lifted her against the wall, he got inside her easily, instant pleasure consuming both of them, she put her arms around his neck and he finally kissed her.

Y/n felt dizzy of ecstasy, Fred's dick hitting the right soft spot inside of her, filling her so well, his lips kissing her eagerly. She was getting close to the edge and so was he. She pulled his hair and he started to suck her neck violently while she came on his dick, pushing him to the edge as well, Fred's cum overflowing her legs. Y/n thought nothing had felt so good as his warm cum drenching her skin.

They held each other for a while, trying to breathe property again. He looked at her

Are we good now then?

She laughed

You bet Weasley

[thecouchsofa]

You are the queen of kid fics so for the ask game I'm going to say kid/baby!

✨🪩 Word Excerpt Ask Game 🪩✨

Featuring 'kid', taken from The Lesson of You (65k, E, 2018)

“Daddy, no,” Ollie cried when Harry reached for a plate of bread rolls. “You didn’t wash your hands yet. You might still have Floo powder on them.”

Harry looked at him, blinking for a moment, before reluctantly getting up from the table and heading to the kitchen sink.

“Blimey,” Ron muttered, his eyes wide.

George snorted into his plate, getting a smack around the back of the head from Mrs. Weasley in return.

“Quite a sensible boy you’ve got there,” Mrs. Weasley said, smiling fondly at Ollie.

“He’s clearly not got that from Harry then,” Ron said, looking down at his plate when his mum shot him a glare.

“Papa insists on cleanliness at the dinner table,” Ollie said seriously, nodding as he bit into a roll.

“Mate, I don’t know how you’ve done it, but that’s definitely Malfoy’s kid,” Ron said through a mouthful. Hermione snorted into her hand when Ollie shot Ron a glare, tapping his lips with a finger and raising an eyebrow. “Sorry, Ollie,” Ron said sheepishly, making George and his mother smirk at his tone.

Featuring 'baby', taken from A Wizard’s Guide to Co-Parenting with Your Ex-Arch Nemesis (38k, T, 2024)

Malfoy rolled his eyes. “Were you not listening? How typical. He’s blond and a boy because I’ve selected those as the preferred characteristics for my child. We’re good to go.”

Harry moved closer to the blob baby to take in its full appearance. “Why does it look like that?”

“I told you, I selected the ideal appearance –”

“You’re such a bloody tosser,” Harry said. “I mean, why’d you make it look like you?”

“Better me than you,” Malfoy said with a smirk. “I’m giving him the best start in life, after all.”

[bendingwind]

20 asks for writers

I wasn't tagged I just like talking about myself 😌

how many works do you have on Ao3? 158

what's your total Ao3 word count? 429,818

what fandoms do you write for? Just, so many. I think there's over 25. Top 5 by number of fics are Doctor Who, The Witcher, The Avengers, Dragon Age: Inquisition, and Bleach

what are your top five fics by kudos? - The Orphan Boy (Avengers) (sigh) - Reputations (Protector of the Small) (legit what, when did this happen) - Dreaming (Avengers) - Adventures In Social Media (Avengers) - Shapeshifting and Shenanigans (Avengers)

do you respond to comments? Sometimes! I generally respond pretty regularly to comments on new fics I've written and I try to respond to long comments regardless of when they're left.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Okay. Ironically, given how much I love angst, I hate angsty endings. It has to be i've got a feeling (this was meant to be) (Avengers) which isn't properly an ending, because this is my only unfinished work on AO3. It was intended to continue and have them meet when they were older and fall properly in love then.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I tend to skew towards happy endings except when I write dark endings, but maybe (don't pay no mind to) the demons they fill you with fear (Avengers) just for the sheer sense of hope?

Do you get hate on fics? I got some flames when I was younger for a variety of reasons, most often when I wrote material that I wasn't really old enough to handle respectfully or correctly yet and people got (rightfully if rudely) angry. The end of 2023 had a weird rash of people nitpicking minor canon details with me though.

Do you write smut? Yes.

Do you write crossovers? I was about to say no but I literally linked a Pacific Rim/Avengers crossover earlier so. I suppose I do.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know?

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, someone translated Adventures in Social Media into chinese, and I think one other story though I'm a loose ends trying to think of what it was.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes! Die on Every Hill (Dragon Age: Inquisition). It was a delightful experience.

What’s your all time favourite ship? Look this depends on everything from what i ate for dinner to the phase of the moon. I am a multi-shipper and i will die a multi-shipper.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I've gone over these I think twice recently so skip. (But it's the 10 BILLION WORDS ABOUT KEL RIP)

What are your writing strengths? I think I'm good at characterization and at, idk, mimicking author voice? So that the tone feels like the original material, where appropriate.

What are your writing weaknesses? I really, really struggle to write if I'm not ✨inspired✨ in the sense that I... simply do not write if I'm not inspired. I'm trying to do better about that this year.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I usually try to write it in the original language or the anglicized version of the original language and build up the appropriate context around it so that it's clear what the character is saying. Otherwise, italics.

First fandom you wrote for? Arguably Narnia, in that my fourth grade standardized test essay was basically Narnia meets the horror genre fanfiction, as seen by a nine-year-old. The first I ever posted was Harry Potter, Ron/Hermione. I still have it. It is... so incredibly bad. I believe I was about ten at the time I wrote it.

Favourite fic you’ve written? all my possessions for a moment of time (Dragon Age: Origins)

[insociometry]

Darling Inso I am once again writing because I am absolutely floored by your writing 

I may or may not need to be mopped up later

Anyways, the sushi scene piqued my curiosity, what are the RON!SKZ boys’ favorite foods? Are Channie, Felix and Hannie as baby about spice as their irl counterparts?

I think this may have been touched on before, but I’d love some further details about like what someone might prefer on a dinner date, or their comfort foods ✨

I love how much thought you put into them 🫶🏽💕

I may or may not have roped some of my friends into reading RON and we may or may not be planning a book club/picnic for RON 👀👀

Hope you’re having a great week! 💋

Darling Chryssi!!! 🫶 I’m so glad you liked the chapter; thank you for reading!! 💛💛 The thought of a RON book club/picnic is so cute omg, I’m so flattered I’m actually blushing. Am I invited…?? 🥺 I’m a good cook, I’ll bring snacks……

Their tastes are about the same as IRL! So yeah, our beloved Channie has negative spice tolerance, Felix and Han are hardly better, Seungmin loves Korean food and Hyunjin loves fruit and all of them love meat to a degree that is concerning to the Jeju hog population. We do get to eat with them quite a bit in this fic, but let me think of what kinds of foods they’d generally gravitate towards on dates 🤔 Hmmmm…

Chan: cooking for or with you; kind of greasy Western take-out foods, like pizza or burgers, with the occasional fancy dinner, like a steakhouse or something

Lino: pop-ups and hole-in-the-walls; weird places that offer weird experiences. I feel like I remember thinking he likes anju, but I don’t remember where from…? Going to a pocha with Lino… 💛

Changbin: barbecue and fresh seafood - crab, shellfish, squid, octopus. I feel like he’d mostly like homemade food or actual sit-down restaurants

Hyunjin: barbecue again… it’s hard not to list barbecue for all of them 😭 or pasta! Honestly though, anywhere that catches his eye while you’re out together

Han: familiar, casual haunts; sashimi and noodles and little desserts. Another pocha goer. And ordering in!

Felix: trendy dessert cafés…! Late-night fried chicken places! Matching sweet drinks! Korean soups, nonspicy 🔥🙅

Seungmin: he really loves gukbap… I kind of think he would take you for gukbap over and over. You have to threaten him to stop taking you for gukbap

I.N: spicy noodles and burgers and ice cream 😊 And barbecue again hahahahaha

Thank you for the ask! This is so cute 🫶💛

[wolfpants]

hi wolfie! Congratulations on a suburb kinkuary - what were your favorites to write? any lines that made you excited to hit post? anything that really surprised you?

Thank you so much Starry!! 😭💘✨

How fun, a little Kinkuary interview! I am obsessed!

What were your favorites to write?  I don’t think there was any I didn’t enjoy writing, which is a first for me! I leave so many fics in the Scrivener graveyard but for some reason, once I started writing all these, I just kept going and spitting out whatever came to mind onto the page. I think that’s really what helped me get through the month - just… allowing myself to write whatever the hell my brain decided it wanted to write that day.

There are some that stand out though, as fics that were really fun/rewarding to write: I loved creating the atmosphere of Nightcall and was heavily inspired by Under The Skin; Almost Us was my first Sirry fic and I was actually really nervous about posting it, but the process of writing it? Absolutely freeing; Ronarry really hold a special place in my heart and I wrote Seat You Higher Than The Stars so fast, because it all came so naturally to me; Yours & Mine was special to me because I love being in Ron’s headspace, he’s probably the character I feel most comfortable/natural writing; If You Show Me Yours and Enterrement de vie de garçon were just really fun to write because they’re more lighthearted than the rest of my stuff; my little Romp piece Summertime Pleasures was a hoot and I loved revisiting those versions of Draco and Harry, and I can’t wait to join them again in more adventures. Finally, a special call out to Run on Gasoline. Out of all of my Kinkuary fics, this is the universe I want to revisit most/first. A longer, angstier, Draco/James fic with some added Drarry to make things complicated, perhaps?

Any lines that made you excited to hit post?  Okay, I’m going to be generous with myself here and pick a few quotes, some of these are nsfw:

Despite the earlier faux pas, Scorpius shows he isn’t new to this after all. And maybe that’s the deciding factor here. Maybe that makes this whole situation a little more palatable, and Harry will be able to look Draco Malfoy’s son in the eye at dinner or at family get-togethers without thinking about the time he sucked his cock at the most popular cruising spot in South London. From C*cksuckers Anonymous

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“Hints aren’t enough for me, Charles, I need actions,” Draco says, picking one of those lovely big hands off his bum and lifting it to his mouth. From Hell Bent for Leather

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But Harry also just touched Draco’s hair and is staring at him like he’d make a better dessert than the French delicacy he’s painstakingly crafting, and what the actual fuck, I’m right here. From Yours & Mine

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Harry huffs and puffs like a damn Welsh Green and snatches his toothbrush from the shelf on his side of the room, announcing—rather redundantly—that he’s going to brush his teeth, and that Draco should “fuck the fuck off”. From If You Show Me Yours

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“Behave yourself,” Draco whispers against the back of James’s sweaty hair.  From Run on Gasoline

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I search his face. The faint smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose. The long fan of dark blond lashes. His full, worried mouth. The deep scar that slashes up his right cheek, whiter than his pale skin, the scar he hates and can’t hide with magic so he tries to hide with his hair instead. The scar I put there as a boy. From Your Breath, My Lungs

Anything that really surprised you? To be honest, finishing it. It wasn’t surprising that I went over the word limit for most of the fics - that’s just something I do! - but I was surprised I was able to write all 28 and post them on time!

What also surprised me was that I have been able to earmark a few of what were supposed to be really throwaway fics to develop into something larger. I’ve already got a few ideas in mind for how I can expand on some of these universes and create bigger fics out of them.

[warmerthanhotcoco]

to live for

Draco apparates to “Where Dobby is”, only to find said elf’s grave. At least Aunt Trixie’s knife didn’t hit Potter… Who turns up right when he’s about to leave. So he decides to stay a while longer with this… newfound friend/secret lover.

Tags: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Golden Trio, Post-Malfoy Manor, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, RIP Dobby, mild angst with comfort, gay wizard fluff, ✨Their First Kiss✨, just a lakeside Drarry date

A/N: To all this beautiful gayness in the world. Lol- And to my gay bestie. Faun, you'll always be the most casually beautiful, Pinterest-worthy girl in the world ✨ Have a lily from Drarry xx 💐

It was late at night, he could tell that much from the cold breeze humming from the lakeside. The Golden Trio had just returned from their first and probably last visit to Malfoy Manor. Harry Potter had just climbed into bed after a most tragic burial, and lay there staring up at the canvas roof of the tent. 

Merlin’s pants, it had been one mad rollercoaster ride. From being nearly caught by Greyback’s searchers… to Hermione’s hex-disguise on him… to Malfoy lying to save him… to Pettigrew meeting his long overdue end… to Dobby's sacrifice... 

Harry hardly had tears left tonight. 

The grief and exhaustion was too much. It was so bad for his friends that both had fallen asleep fast. Somehow, he was the only one up.

Nothing new there, I suppose.

The after-effects of Bellatrix Black's torture had been enough to make Hermione pass out onto Ron's lap over dinner. He'd left them both to their own side of the tent, a tinge of satisfaction at the whole ordeal bringing the two closer. 

But he couldn't ignore how it only made him feel lonelier. 

He shook his head and sat up, giving himself a slow moment of silence to see if he might just feel drowsy. Sleep never came. 

He slipped out of the sheets, dragged his feet outside. They had run out of whatever sleeping potion Hermione had, and the muggle sleeping pills were left at their last hideout.

Hands in his pockets, feet buried in the gravel (he ditched his shoes, too much noise), he took in a deep breath of the moist lakeside air and looked up at the sky. The crescent moon hung low overhead, lighting up the blanket of dark grey clouds. The sky wasn’t half as gloomy here as it was back in England. It felt nice. The warmth and brilliance of the moon was sort of a reassurance that he was safe here. That his friends were safe here. 

All at once, he was aware of a presence that radiated a feeling of security: a strong feeling of “I’m safe now” washed through him. 

Which was new given all he ever thought about was his friends’ safety. Others’. Most of whom he lost. 

Ugh, quit brooding, Harry. Let’s just… take a breather, he chided himself, walking across the banks to the little elf's grave. He could feel the warm presence still though he convinced himself it was merely the moon. His fingers wrapped tight around the wand just in case the presence was... deceiving. Another lie. 

Nothing had happened by the time he subconsciously stopped beside Dobby's grave. "Hello, Dobby."

The clouds cleared up a bit to shed more moonlight along the lake banks, and that was when he saw. Strings of elegant, shimmering flowers were strung around the headstone, wrapping up the rock firmly and yet tenderly. They were creepers of the finest, sparkliest lilies. The green of their stems and leaves, however, were an oddly familiar shade of dark green... and the flowers themselves had a magical glow to their even more familiar pristine, platinum white.

Years of duelling and fighting took action and made Harry grip his wand ever so tight ––

But one day of seeing the hidden truth kept him from attacking. 

So this was the “comforting presence” lurking in the dark… he lowered his wand. 

Harry heard a soft exhale. “You're not going to Sectumsempra me?”

“...you saved my life.” 

“Hm. Pity.” 

“What are you doing here?" The burning question spilt out of his chapped lips. What abominable reason could possibly bring... HIM... of all people... to this place, at this hour?

Draco Malfoy scoffed. “He was my elf before yours.”

Well, he had a point. Harry waited for any other remarks, any of the usual snarky comments... but none came. So he nodded, sat cross-legged on the sand, subtly shifting to the side. Draco walked into the light at last and Harry caught a glimpse of green turtleneck sweater and black coat. Draco pondered for a minute before sitting right beside the Gryffindor. 

Silence.

Both wizards sat there on the sand, staring at the white lilies glowing in the moonlight. Both are nothing but young boys being shoved into a war, left without a choice because of their parents. Both are young adults that were once merely children playing with Dobby secretly, in Malfoy Manor or Privet Drive: because neither family would have allowed it. 

Perhaps they both saw this at last. Perhaps they finally grew up. Perhaps that was why Harry waved his hand for a quiet wandless Accio charm. 

"Show-off," Draco mumbled when a Firewhiskey bottle flew somewhere out of Ron's secret stash and into Harry's grip. Harry held it out to his once arch-nemesis. The latter hesitated, staring silently at the dark, calloused hand before him.

Harry placed the bottle down, rolling up his sleeves.

“Those flowers—“

“They’re called lilies, scarhead.” 

“Right. They’re… nice.” 

“If that’s your best attempt at complimenting my magic then no thank you.” 

Harry sighed, shaking his head and taking another sip. He HAD to be drunk to be doing any of this. “They’re beautiful. Very.” 

“…Thanks.”

“But honestly, what’s with the green sweater?” Harry grinned. “Your mania over your house is far from just pride at this point—“

“It’s my favourite colour. For other reasons. Got a problem?” 

“What reasons to make the lilies look that greenish?”

“That was for you, you blasted idiot.” 

Green to signify Harry being Dobby’s closest friend? Or green lilies to comfort him? The way this is going, I’ll never know, the green-eyed son of Lily thought to himself, gulping down another two sips of Firewhiskey to calm his spinning head. 

Back to the silence. 

A slow breeze washed over them, splashing the string of lilies with a bit of moisture, sweeping over the grave. Both Gryffindor and Slytherin watched the draught glitter gold with sand; waltzing across the lake, away from them, over to the hillside. The lakewater splashed against the rocks, tide rising a little with the wind current. The gust of wind took away a lot more than just a pile of sand. Hatred… Coldness... 

He downed some more alcohol to hide the sudden smile. Silence was exactly what worked with the both of them, he concluded. They’d probably never be able to talk like normal humans.

“What are you, daydreaming?” 

Yep. This is exactly what I meant. “No, I realised we can’t ever talk without sounding like we’re duelling.” 

“‘Duelling’. A decent way to phrase it. I’d vote for ‘murdering each other’.” 

“Well what do you want me to do, apologise? You started it!” 

“You’re the idiot who decided to go against all Slytherins just because of whatever we did as eleven-year-olds on the first day of school!” 

“Well I’m sorry but you were being ridiculously rude—“

“I just wanted to befriend you, but all you did was scowl at me, what—“

“Draco.” 

“… stop that,” the blond looked away, tossing a handful of grass at him. 

Harry blinked in confusion, seeing the tips of the other’s ears gleaming red. “I’m sick of calling you your father’s name, it’s stupid,” he shook his head, delighted he really was drunk. “You’re nothing like him.” 

“He reminds me of that everyday, thank you very much.”

“Ugh, I meant you’re more…” Better? Understanding? Handso— What— Harry, get yourself together. “Humane. Than him. You’re better.” 

The red crept a little down his neck. “Whatever. Don’t expect me to call you Harry.” 

“That would need a miracle,” Harry laughed. “But Draco, I did want to be a friend, you know. I was new to the world, and you were the first I saw at Diagon Alley. When I saw you again at Hogwarts, I was happy, actually.” He scoffed sourly. “Until you decided to ridicule my first friend, that is…” 

Draco remained silent, drawing doodles on the sand, having plucked off all the grass nearby.

“You know, your sticky glossy hair never helped your impression, I hated the sleek look.” 

That won a laugh. “Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah. Looks much better now though.” 

Draco laughed again, nervously ruffling the back of his head. “You’re drunk bad, aren’t you?” 

Harry shrugged and offered the bottle to him. 

“I don’t want Firewhiskey.” 

“Then what do you want?” 

The sparkling platinum head snapped up in surprise, eyeing him to see if he was joking around or if the tone really did mean anything this time. Draco found the eyes a bit too intoxicating, more so than the whiskey bottle below, so he diverted his gaze away from their sharp green and down to the pink, injured lips.

…Bad idea.

“Eyes up here, Draco,” Harry smirked. 

“You’re seriously more drunk than I am,” Draco shook his mane. “If you’re such a bloody Gryffindor and you know what I want then I dare you to—“ 

His slurring words cut off as a pair of hands cupped his face, pulling him closer. Soft, chapstick-covered lips crashed against chapped, dry ones. On reflex, Draco punched his shoulder and grabbed him by the collar, but when Harry didn’t relent — or rather kissed him a little harder — he let go. Let go of the eight years of tension and sat there, eyes shut, drinking it in. He couldn’t help but smirk: Harry seemed to be enjoying himself. 

“What are you grinning for? Am I that bad at it?” Harry whispered, pulling away panting. 

“Hm, fairly tolerable.” 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” 

“Means you need more practice,” the Slytherin laughed. Wrapping one protective hand around the back of his head and the other cupping his chin, he pushed him onto the sand. Lips felt each other at first, before their tongues danced in a frenzy, like the draught of wind with its pile of sand. Harry found himself straddled and locked in place by a pair of perfect pearl-white arms. 

Not that he wanted to move away from this anyway.

Draco didn’t stop either, not until Harry tapped his back to come up for air. The blond rolled off the body underneath him and sat on the sand. Harry sat up to find him deep in thought, head hanging, skin aglow from the rising sun. “Draco?” 

“I have to go.” 

Harry felt his throat constrict, but nodded his agreement nonetheless. “You can’t stay? You’re not really with them… right?” 

Draco shook his head, openly denying it for the first time in his life. “I have no choice, just like you. Mum…” he bit his tongue. 

As it finally dawned on Harry why Draco was doing all this, he sighed. “I see. She’d be looking for you then,” he pointed to the specks of sunlight dotting the horizon. 

Draco nodded. “I…” He didn’t know what to say, or rather how to. So he rose to his feet, dusted off the sand. 

Harry stood too. “Erm,” he held Draco’s shoulders still to leave a light peck on his cheek. The Slytherin blushed hard, punching him lightly in the stomach while the other laughed. “I’ll see you around, Potter.” 

“Someday,” Harry nodded back.

And just like the wind, he disappeared.

“Thank you, Dobby,” he whispered, patting the grave. Because had it not been for Dobby, the Gryffindor hero who lost almost everyone, had just found another person to love, to live for.

[thebooktopus]

@veelawings... I don't know where to even start.

do you know how much work Noella puts into this fandom? Quidditch Fest ✅ Fluff Fest ✅ Creature Kinktober ✅ Animagus Fest ✅ Chubby Neville Fest ✅ have you ever seen or used this fest tracker before? ✅ she has a hand in all of it.

and amidst all of that, she finds time to write. well. like, really well.

random superlatives and recs:

hexing as foreplay: dirty duelling // E // 6K // Dralbus // this is probably my favorite cross-gen pairing, and noella absolutely killed it with this fic. A+ banter, great approach to the age gap, really enjoyable overall.

THE multiverse Drarry fic: Into the Potter-Verse // E // 4K // Drarry // is it a little crack-y? maybe. but it's SO good - I love how noella features all of the various tropes that are popular in the Drarry universe. simply the best.

THE THICK RON DRON I DIDN'T KNOW I NEEDED: Evolving // E // 3K // Dron // the artwork by @ada-lovelaced kicks this off in the best way, but noella just picks up the ball and runs with it. such a beautiful tribute to curves and a tender take on these two.

caught second-hand embarrassment for Scorpius in the best way: Never Play a Safe Card // E // 2K // Drarry + Scorbus // I can never get enough awkward dinners with these two couples. add in a butt plug? dead.

noella, i hope you know what an incredible asset you are to this fandom and how lucky we all are for your presence. i hope you're having a great day. 💚

for more info on mutuals march and/or to figure out why the hell I just wrote an ode to you, check out this post.

i'll be out of town through Sunday! ✨@anaxandria-writes✨ is doing a takeover of mutuals march in my stead (the gracious bean that she is!), so go check out her blog! excited to see her recs for MM! ♥️

[romqnticstylez]

Quick! Long ass reply as to why Percy is a Good Person and anyone who disagrees can go Rot In Hell

@percydarling @percyweasleyspuff @creative-girl @roonilwazlibweasley join me 🛐

so contrary to popular belief percy actually cared about his siblings a lot. i dont have the books right now but there were lots of instances of him being worried about ginny and caring about his other siblings too. fred and george, as much as i love them, took it too far with him majority of the time. but im gonna focus on the last three books.

a lot of people forget that arthur and percy were both involved in the fight that made percy leave. why does everyone only blame percy? because ron, ginny and the twins did? they didnt agree with percy so of fucking course they're going to put the blame on him. plus, they probably werent even involved in the fight. it was between arthur and percy, and we were never told what arthur said. we never even got PERCY's side of the story, when is everyone gonna stop making assumptions without hearing both sides of the story? they're really important!

picture this. you've just got promoted. you're really happy and excited to tell your family about it! you never expected it because last year, you got into a load of trouble. but you got promoted and that's the point. so you’re at home, eating dinner with your family and you finally decide to tell them why you’re so happy. but then, they’re not happy. they look worried. why do they look worried? then they’re basically telling you the only reason you got promoted was so your boss could spy on your family. that’d hurt, wouldn’t it?

i don’t remember the details but i do remember that percy also said that arthur’s the reason they’re poor. that was definitely wrong but it’s explainable. he was mad and hurt so he snapped at arthur with something that was probably just a vague, childish complaint. it was WRONG but it was EXPLAINABLE. i haven’t read the books in a while though, so correct me about this if i’m wrong.

as for the infamous letter he sent to ron. he wasn’t obliged to like harry. he didn’t even KNOW harry that well. harry was probably like his little brother’s best friend who always got him and ron into trouble. the only good thing he did was save his little sister. that was probably oercy’s perception of him. of course it was wrong, but it wasn’t like percy completely changed his opinion on harry or something like that.

anyways, as to why he didn’t come back after he realized he was wrong. that requires a lot of courage. and he DID come back eventually too so. but was anyone in the weasley family except molly making it easy for him? nope. when he was at the burrow during christmas of 1996, instead of trying to make a tense conversation or just ignoring him because ‘i’m mad at you’ they glared at him the whole time and threw food at him before he left. how would he have known they’d forgive him if he apologized? besides, i’m pretty sure arthur needed to apologize too.

ok okakdkekskd seventh book now. the scene of him owning up to his mistakes and apologizing is underrated! he even made a JOKE (yes emphasizing because people still think he can’t make a joke even if his life depended on it). not sure how to continue this so ✨ goodbye

i definitely did not do this ‘quickly’ so very sorry about that jajsehwjdh correct any mistakes fellow percy stans ig (and continue bc 😔)

[silverdelirium]

Ok fine 🙄

You and Ron never broke up in fact you’re still together and very happy

One night y’all come home from dinner or a movie or something and he rails you

Then you get in a bath with the intention of relaxing but he ends up fingering you

Then he actually helps get you relaxed in bed under the nice covers cuddled up and watching a movie

Which turns into you sucking him off while he tries his best to stay focused on the movie

Then you actually take a nap but then ✨morning sex✨ ensues

And then you go start making you both breakfast

And you thought I was gonna say something sexual then, didn’t you?

And you were right

Making Breakfast turns into “do you think I can make you cum before the food is done?”

IS THIS BETTER?

YES SM BETTER

oh to be in a hypersexual marriage :,)