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HARRY: I’m going to try with everything I’ve got—to be a good dad for you. ALBUS: And I’ll try and be a better son.

- Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, Act Four, Scene Fifteen

19 years later has finally come :)

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Stealing kisses as easily as cigarettes

Ref

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s c a r r e d

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Fact: the Gryffindor and Slytherin trios are gay and in love with each other

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Hermione & Draco for @beachmomma77 <3

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☆ Happy Holidays from the fam! ☆

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Drarry

Draco: nice face Potter

Harry: we have been married for 13 years you can stop calling me Potter

Draco: uhh I was looking in the mirror

Harry: ...

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harry potter meme: [5 of 7] relationships ~ harry x hermione

He caught a brief glimpse of a gloomy high-ceilinged, twin-bedded room, then there was a loud twittering noise, followed by an even louder shriek, and his vision was completely obscured by a large quantity of very bushy hair – Hermione had thrown herself onto him in a hug that nearly knocked him flat.

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Harry, leaning over to Draco: Draco has no idea that I'm high

Draco: You're high?!

Harry: Oh! I'm sorry.

Harry, leaning over to Ron: Draco has no idea that I'm high

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Draco dying his hair light blue

Harry can’t stopstaring. His breakfast is forgotten. Malfoy’s hair is blue.

“Harry! Harry? Whatare you – “

“Malfoy.” Harryanswers Hermione without looking away.

Ron pauses midway through a mouth of potato.“What?”

“Malfoy,” Harryexplains again, ���He – Look what he did.”

Hermione’s eyes remainfixed on Harry. “Don’t you think you need to stop obsessing over him? The waris over. We’re all on the same side.���

“No, look what he didto his hair!” Harry all but shouts. MALFOY’S HAIR IS BLUE.

Hermione and Ronfinally follow Harry’s gaze to the Slytherin table to Draco Malfoy, blue hairand all.

“Bloody hell.”

“That is surprising,”Hermione admits.

“Maybe someone cursedhim?” Ron suggests.

“I hope not,” Hermionefrowns. “Like he doesn’t have enough to deal with – his mother is being retriedthis week.”

Harry’s chestconstricts. “That’s this week?”

“Yes, Harry. I thoughtyou were the one stalking him?”

“Well he has beensadder than usual. He’s been eating cereal since last Friday which is odd as healmost always goes for – what?” Harry stops at the looks Hermione and Ron are giving him.

Hermione shakes herhead. “I was being facetious, Harry. I can’t believe you’re stalking himagain.”

“I’m not stalking,”Harry clarifies, focusing his attention solely on Hermione and Ron to prove hispoint. Which is difficult when MALFOY’S HAIR IS BLUE. “I’m just observant.”

Hermione smiles wickedlyand Harry already knows he’s stuffed before she opens her mouth. “Okay, thenwhat do I usually eat for breakfast?”

Harry tries to eye herplate discreetly but she already has her hand covering it. He desperately triesto remember what she’d been eating only seconds earlier. “Uh….uh…”

“That’s what Ithought.”

“I’m not stalkingMalfoy,” Harry tries again.

Ron sniggers into hismorning omelette. “Sure, mate.”

Hermione rests herhead in her hands (revealing her breakfast of poached eggs). “Why don’t you goover there and ask him?”

“Ask him what?”

Hermione closes hereyes in obvious exasperation. “Why hishair is blue.”

“I can’t – “

“Mate, just go,”Interrupts Ron, now with a mouthful of tomato. “You’re going to be like thisall day if you don’t.”

Malfoy looks up insurprise as Harry approaches, his cereal spoon hovering above his bowl. “Potter?”

“Malfoy.” Harry nods.He tries not to stare so openly at Malfoy’s hair but…it’s BLUE.

Malfoy drops his spoonand pushes the cereal away. He stares at Harry suspiciously. “Are you lost?”

“No, I – why is yourhair blue?” Harry blurts out, unable to hold it in any longer.

One of Malfoy’s handsautomatically jumps to his hair, as if he’d forgotten the colour for a moment.After the initial surprise, Malfoy’s turns defensive. “You got a problem withit?” He asks.

“No, not at all. It’sjust – never mind. Forget I asked.” What was he thinking? What were Hermioneand Ron thinking sending him over here? He turns to leave.

“it’s poetic, Potter.”

Harry turns back toMalfoy. “Poetic?”

Malfoy shrugs, andlooks down into his cereal bowl. “I’m feeling blue. I dyed my hair to match. Itmade sense last night after the second bottle of firewhiskey.”

Harry considers this. “Yourmother?” He asks, softly.

“Yes,” Malfoy saysinto his cereal.

“Do you – I mean,would you – would it help if I came with you?” Oh Merlin, did Harry really just saythat?

Malfoy looks up,sharply. “Why would you want to do that?”

Harry feels his cheeksreddening. “Your mother saved my life,” he offers, which is true at least, but only a small part of his real motivation.

“Of course,” Malfoysays with a polite nod. Is Harry reading into it or does he seem…disappointed?

“And you mightneed…support.”

A small smile plays onthe corner of Malfoy’s mouth. “I have friends, Potter.”

“Right, I didn’t meanto say – it’s just – I’d like to be there. For both of you.”

Malfoy tilts his headand looks Harry over with a curious gaze. This only makes Harry blush harder.

“Okay,” Malfoy finallysays, “You can come.” He picks up his spoon and returns his attention to hiscereal.

Harry can’t stopstaring. His breakfast is forgotten. Malfoy’s hair is green.

“Go ask him, already.”

Malfoy looks up. Thistime he doesn’t seem surprised. “Potter. What brings you here?”

“You know what.”

Malfoy smirks. “Enlightenme.”

Harry stares at Malfoy’shair. “Why green?”

Malfoy shrugs. “Justfelt like it.”

Harry frowns. Hewonders whether Malfoy’s being entirely truthful. “That’s not very poetic,” hepoints out.

“His eyes are as greenas a fresh pickled toad,” Malfoy whispers.

Harry blinks,processing. “What?”

“His hair is as darkas a blackboard. I wish he was mine, he’s really divine, the hero who conqueredthe Dark Lord,” Malfoy continues with a shy smile. “Poetic enough for you?”

Harry feels himselfblushing again.

“Maybe I should havegone pink to match your face,” Malfoy suggests with a wink. Merlin, Harry mightmelt.

“You remembered the po– “

“I wrote the poem,”corrects Malfoy.

Harry frowns “But Ialways thought Ginny – “

Malfoy shakes hishead. “Nope.”

“Does that mean you –that you used to – “

Malfoy interrupts witha roll of his eyes. “Like you?”

Harry gulps. “Yeah.”

“I thought that wasobvious, Potter.”

Harry feels like hisknees might buckle at any moment. This is really happening. He runs a handthrough his hair nervously. “And now?” he asks.

Malfoy raises his eyebrows, a playful smirk on his lips. “I thought thatwas also obvious, Harry.”            

And just to be an infuriating bastard, Malfoy chooses this moment todust himself off and leave the Great Hall, with one last wink at Harry.

Harry wants to follow but he thinks his legs may have turned into jelly. Hehas to grip the table tightly just to keep himself standing.

Harry can’t stopstaring. Breakfast never stood a chance.  Malfoy’s hair is pink.

He doesn’t even botherto take a seat at his own table, instead heading straight over to the Slytherinside of the Great Hall.

Malfoy watches him ashe approaches with a smug smile. “Pot – “

Harry interrupts by leaningdown and smashing his mouth onto Malfoy’s, his hands reaching out to finally runthrough that gorgeous hair. The entire Great Hall is watching and Harry’s face ison fire, but none of that matters, because Draco Malfoy is kissing him back.

And his hair is bloodypink.

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If I don’t return, at least you won’t have to deal with the King in the North anymore.

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Alright, not Dany.

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“I’ve grown used to him.”

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“No, Harry!” Hermione gasped in a petrified whisper; Ron, however, spoke to Black. 　　”If you want to kill Harry, you’ll have to kill us too!” he said fiercely, though the effort of standing upright was draining him of still more color, and he swayed slightly as he spoke. 　　Something flickered in Black’s shadowed eyes. 　　”Lie down,” he said quietly to Ron. “You will damage that leg even more.” 　　”Did you hear me?” Ron said weakly, though he was clinging painfully to Harry to stay upright. “You’ll have to kill all three of us!”

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, or That One Time Fourteen Year Old Ron Weasley Stood On His Broken Leg To Tell A Convicted Murderer He Would Go Down Fighting For His Best Friend’s Life. (via ronweasley)

 #SOMETHING FLICKERED IN BLACK’S SHADOWED EYES #YOU KNOW WHAT THAT WAS?#THE KNOWLEDGE THAT SIRIUS WOULD HAVE SAID THE SAME FOR JAMES AND VICE VERSA #AND THAT HARRY HAD FOUND EQUALLY LOYAL FRIENDS AS HE HAD IN JAMES AND REMUS #I will fling myself from a cliff (via dearprongs)

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I don’t know who made this video but i’m crying