strange-and-beautiful-sorro-blog

[strange-and-beautiful-sorro-blog]

[strange-and-beautiful-sorro-blog]

i’m crying look

[strange-and-beautiful-sorro-blog]

Me:I'm gonna focus on school this year

Friend:We have an exam tomorrow wanna study?

Also me: Nah I'm just gonna scroll Tumblr and read fanfics ✌️

[strange-and-beautiful-sorro-blog]

This is hilarious and true as hell!

[strange-and-beautiful-sorro-blog]

snapchat, insta, and quidditch=games that gryffindor JUST CAN’T LOSE. 

amazing illos & hilarz captions created exclusively for SparkNotes by the awesome @sasmilledge

[strange-and-beautiful-sorro-blog]

I know way to much about gay smut for a female bisexual virgin

[strange-and-beautiful-sorro-blog]

The Reader and the Writer (Part 4)

Part one here    Part two here    Part three here

Anon requests: Please tell me there’s going to be a part 4 to The Reader and the Writer. Its amazing!!

WHAT’S MY REAL NAME??? PART 4 4 4 4 4

THEY CALL ME Y/N, THEY CALL ME L/N THATS NOT MY NAME THATS NOT MY NAME PART FOURRRRRR PLSSSS 💜

Can you do a part four to reader and the writer?

PART 4 to reader and the writer omh it’s amazing

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: A part in which we get to read what the writer has written, and we learn what happens to both the reader and the writer.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,206

A/N: ok so this is gonna be a bit choppy at first because we’re just taking glimpses of Jughead’s writing, but bear with me here. I hope you guys like this part, enjoy!

Jason’s death had been announced a week ago.  Our small town was buzzing with the news, and right when things couldn’t get any more puzzling, a new girl arrived in Riverdale.  A new mystery to be solved.

She entered Pop’s for only a minute, and I heard an unfamiliar last name.  Is she involved in Jason’s murder?  Probably not, but strangers are always a good plot twist.

Three days later, I found this mystery in my booth reading Wuthering Heights.  Normally, I would kick her out, but because of my undying curiosity, I let her stay.  Maybe with her sitting across from me, I could learn where she fits in the story of Riverdale.  I had an enigma sitting right across from me and I didn’t even know it yet.

(Y/N).  Her name is (Y/N).

It’s difficult to notice because of her constant reading, but her eyes are like stained glass, tinting the morning light in a church.

She has a new book almost every day.  Today it was Emma. 

We haven’t spoken in three days.  She’s here, I’m here, but we haven’t spoken.  Although I crave to hear her voice, somehow I’m satisfied by this comforting silence.

Today it was To Kill a Mockingbird.  She asked if I read it, to which I replied yes.  I thought she’d begin a discussion, talk about the ghosts that occupied the small southern town, or the unjust prejudice people carry.  Instead, she smiled, nodded, and turned back to her book.

“Good,” she muttered under her breath.  I smiled.

What makes a person do foolish things?  Is it because of the flawed spontaneity of humans?  Or is it because maybe they were trying to impress someone?  I read A Tale of Two Cities last night.  As I read through the dull writing, I asked myself why I was reading literature that did not interest me.  I could not answer my own questions; all I know is that the next night in Pop’s, I subtly quoted the book during a conversation with (Y/N).  She was smiling for the rest of the night, and so was I.

I tried to tell her about my book.  She started talking about The English Patient.

When two worlds collide, do you praise the workers of fate for taking two dearly loved universes and combining them into one, or do you curse the forces of nature for creating such an impact?  Betty and Veronica met (Y/N), and a week later, so did Archie.

She was reading Macbeth that night. Our silence was comforting, but I wanted to talk to her more. I offered for her to help me with my book.  I wanted her to be a part of something that was important to me.  She refused and stormed out of the diner.  I didn’t know it then, but that would be the last time I saw (Y/N) (Y/L/N) in that light ever again.

After extensive research, I came to a shocking conclusion: (Y/N) (Y/L/N) is not a girl living in Riverdale in the 21st century. She is a writer from the 1700s, with four published works.  She is not the girl who has been sitting across from me in my booth for months.

One day after the truth: she isn’t here.  I called her, but she didn’t pick up.

Two days after our argument: I am in this booth alone.  I called her again.

Three days after she was reading Macbeth: she probably finished the book by now, but I wouldn’t know.  She isn’t here, and she still isn’t answering her phone.

It’s been a week.  She hasn’t returned, and my calls always go to voicemail.

Two weeks: Archie asked what’s wrong with me.  I said nothing, but my eyes didn’t leave the entrance of the diner. She didn’t come.

Three weeks later and Veronica and Betty checked on me.  They blabbered about what could be wrong, why I was brooding more than usual.  I didn’t reply, but my head perked up when they mentioned (Y/N).  They noticed.

She’s here.

She was born in Riverdale.

And so, a little light shined on the dark mystery of Riverdale’s (Y/N) (Y/L/N) like the calm before the storm.  The writer becomes the reader, the reader becomes the read. I found myself hooked on her just from a little information, like a drug addict craving his fix.  New girls can never hide in a small town like Riverdale, but God, I knew (Y/N), in all her enigmatic splendor, would lurk in the shadows of this town for as long as she possibly could.

As soon as she walked out of Pop’s that night, I told myself she would never return.  I told myself that she would probably leave Riverdale for good, and it’d be all because of me.  But lo and behold, 24 hours later, a familiar face entered my booth.

What is her name?

We haven’t spoken in two weeks; she’s still here, but we don’t talk.  Her real name remains a mystery to me.

A name. Everything is given a name, but a name does not define anything.  We call the number two so that we can define a value, but we could call two a horse and it would still have the same value.  I refer to (Y/N) as (Y/N), because that is the girl who sat across my booth.  That is the girl who I spent months developing a relationship with, and that is the girl I grew to love.

She told me her real name.  She said it with tears blurring her vision and a trembling lip, and when she choked it out I moved next to her and held her as she cried.  I enveloped her in a hug and I held her as all the sadness that she carried with her spilled out, and once it was all out of her system I wiped away her tears.  I kept holding her.  With a shaky voice she asked me why I was still there, why hadn’t I left?  I replied that I could never leave her. After all, I called her every night she was gone.

Then I told her I love her.

And she smiled, because I think deep down she knew.  She kissed me so softly, it felt like my lips were brushing up against flower petals.  I knew that was her way of telling me she loves me too.  We broke apart and I stared into her stained-glass eyes, and I remembered how it felt looking into them for the first time.  But this time was different.  Because now I knew the story behind those eyes, now I knew what those eyes have seen, and now I knew what emotions those eyes hid.

Now I know.

I whispered in her ear, my lips barely brushing against her skin, and told her I would call her by the name I knew her by.  I would call her (Y/N) (Y/L/N) because that is the girl I fell in love with, and that is the girl I want to continue to love.  She was no longer the enigma sitting across from me, nor was she the strange new girl in Riverdale.

Her name is (Y/N), and she is the girl I love.

[strange-and-beautiful-sorro-blog]

TUMBLR IS FINALLY LETTING ME UPLOAD THIS!!  Today’s BCAC was to write a song based on a ship that you guys chose in under an hour. You guys chose Lams, and I did succeed, but tumblr decided “Hey, let’s make her wait four hours before she can post the video!”

Anyway, bitterness aside, here’s a short and sad song about Laurens and Hamilton entitled “Alone”. Enjoy!

[strange-and-beautiful-sorro-blog]

Late Late Show

Summary: At the launch of your new series Riverdale, you and Cole’s relationship has finally become public after KJ leaked a photo of you two out of character onto Twitter. In addition to dating him, your character is Jughead’s love interest, and so you have an interview with James Cordon.

Word Count: 1141

“Everyone please welcome, one of the newest stars of the CW’s hit Riverdale, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!”

Keep reading

[strange-and-beautiful-sorro-blog]

Being a Hufflepuff & Dating H.G Would Include:

‣During the school year cute dates to The Hog’s Head

‣Sneaking Hermione up to your dormitory to study because the Gryffindor common room is too loud

‣Not much PDA because you both prefer the intimacy of your affections but you do hold hands

‣She does give you forehead kisses whenever there’s no one around though

‣Hermione definitely spoils you like crazy

‣You make flower crowns and Hermione wears them proudly, hexing anyone who makes a comment about them

‣Hermione is naturally overprotective of you but you enjoy her overprotectiveness rather than finding it patronizing

‣Dates in the muggle world where she takes you to the city and you spend the nights loading up on street food, enjoying watching the street dancers, and then finally going to the London Bridge to watch the River Thames below as street musicians play in the background

‣Dates where you take Hermione to magical beaches where you can swim along with the beasts and you take Gillyweed to swim underwater with the mermaids; at the end of the day you cuddle by a bonfire and roast marshmallows

‣Always taking a small backpack everywhere where you have your camera and a small photo album to record all of your adventures

‣Scrap books with pressed flowers

‣Her parents absolutely adore you and they feel a parental protectiveness over you

‣Spending Christmas with the Granger household who immediately take you in as family and get you presents and a customized stocking over the fireplace

‣Hermione reading you to sleep while you are nuzzled into her neck

‣When she is stressed you take her outside and lay her head across your lap, threading your fingers through her thick hair while you sing to her or just talk about nothing

‣Sneaking up to the Astronomy Tower at night to stargaze; eventually you end up lying on your sides, facing each other, whispering breathy promises between feather light kisses

‣Uncontrollable giggles as you chase each other across fields of sunflowers or try to splash one another while avoiding getting splashed

‣Using secret passages to leave the school when the pressure of Voldemort’s impending return haunts the students

‣Piggy! Back! Rides! Every! Where!

‣Aesthetically pleasing everything

‣Hermione snuggling you in a cocoon of blankets by the fire when you’re sick and vice-versa

‣You are very close friends with Luna who seems to be the only one besides Hermione who doesn’t judge you and she’s just a great person to be with overall

‣Hot chocolate with a shit load of whipped cream and probably, maybe sprinkles?

‣Switching jumpers and house ties to mess with the other students

‣Traveling everywhere and probably eloping in a place where it’s just the two of you and your parents are going to kill you but it doesn’t matter because you found your soulmate and also, what’s the point of waiting?

A/n: Thanks to @Anon for requesting this💕Where are my Hufflepuffs?🌞

[strange-and-beautiful-sorro-blog]

Break Me [Draco x Reader]

A/N: Haha let me start off by saying I honestly don’t believe Draco would be the cheater type, but I love angst and I love Draco so ,,, Also!! Don’t know if anyone would be interested, but I’m probably going to make a separate Hamilton Imagine blog!! I love Hamilton and all the characters and all of the cast members! Anyways, enjoy!! Love you all!!

  Word Count: 1,636

 Warnings: Angst. Cheating. Self blame. Cursing.

 Summary: (Name) gave everything to him, but he wasn’t willing to give back.

 Requested: No lol im a jerk

Masterlist

The sight of (Name) and Draco Malfoy turned heads. The mere thought of (Name) and Draco Malfoy turned heads.

(Name), perhaps the most loyal, caring, and kind girl anyone would ever know somehow ended up head over heels for Draco Malfoy. She would follow him around, a sweet smile never faltering. He would look pretty content with himself, arms linked with (Name’s) own. It didn’t take much to realize that (Name) was very attractive in a dreamy, almost fantasy like way. In fact, multiple men and women had asked for her affections. She only replied with a sweet smile and a polite rejection, claiming she already had a boyfriend.

Draco was no idiot. He knew that many people wished to have his girlfriend for themselves.

At first he merely got jealous at this. How dare someone fantasize over his girlfriend?!

As days grew into weeks, and weeks grew into months, his jealousy turned into pride. She was another thing he had that many people, including Harry Potter, didn’t have.

The two started off hopelessly in love. Starry eyes and rosy cheeks were exchanged. Longing looks and sweet messages were sent back and forth.

Over time, Draco became more and more distant. However, (Name) stayed the same, remaining completely infatuated with him. Draco, from a first glance, didn’t seem to be as in love with (Name) as she was with him. 

The First Month.

 Of course, like many couples, (Name) and Draco had a phase where nothing else seemed to matter but the two of them and their love for each other. It was almost as if they couldn’t be apart from one another or they would fall ill.

“Draco! Draco, come here!” (Name) chirped with the same giddy smile playing at her cheeks.

“Yes? (Name), what is it? Are you injured?” His voice was frantic and shaky. (Name) laughed and shook her head. “No, silly!” She spread her arms out wide. “Come here!”

Draco did so with a smile, leaning into her embrace. “What is all this about?”

“Mmm… Nothing, really. I just wanted to cuddle you. I love you, you know?” Draco chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around her, closing his eyes and savoring the feeling of his beloved breathing softly into his chest. They didn’t seem to notice the dozens of students amongst them stare in disgust, envy, or even admiration.

“And I love you, (Name). Always.”

The Seventh Month.

 While (Name) was in fact hopelessly, blindly in love, she was no idiot. She noticed when Draco avoided her affections or avoided her in general. She didn’t pay much attention to it, though. She assumed she was being clingy, and her herself was at fault. Sometimes the two would be together, a joyful smile ever present on (Name’s) face. But she noticed they only ever seemed to be affectionate around each other in front of crowds.

The thought that Draco may be using her crept in the back of her mind. He wouldn’t, would he?

No… He couldn’t. He loved her.

At least… That’s what she told herself.

The Eleventh Month.

  It was nearing their one year anniversary. (Name) had been looking forward to this for about… Well, about a year now.

It was now their sixth year and the couple were just now growing out of the phase where they looked like they had matured, but not fully. (Name) admittedly had larger curves and had matured significantly over a single summer, and Draco had a sharper jawline, broader shoulders, and the attitude of how he described as a “true Malfoy”.

Yet (Name) still had the innocence and the happiness she held during her younger years. She had made many friends, more male friends than Draco would like to admit, due to her upbeat and kind nature.

“Draco!” She just stepped off the train and finally got to see him. She didn’t get a chance to see him on the train, either from bad luck or the fact that Draco was avoiding her.

She tried to tell herself that Draco didn’t just roll his eyes. Instead, she focused on the smile, fake, he wore.

“I’ve missed you! Oh, how was your summer, love? Tell me all about it!” Her hands gently gripped his shoulders and his hands rested on her waist, tense.

“Mhm, of course. You’ll have to excuse me, (Name).” And with only that, he left. (Name’s) smile faltered as she waved goodbye and tried to ignore the stinging feeling in her chest.

As usual, she was forced to ignore it and wander off to find her other friends.

“Don’t you think he’s a little… You know…? Neglecting?” Lyssa, one of (Name’s) friends asked. (Name) almost spat out her beverage as if what Lyssa was saying was in a whole different language. She quickly shook her head, eyes widened. “No! He’s just busy… That’s all…” But deep down (Name) knew. She knew something was wrong.

Tomorrow was it. Tomorrow was their one year anniversary.

(Name) was ecstatic. She hadn’t been this happy since Draco asked her out.

She had to refrain from running to him when she saw him eating. “Draco!” she chirped, hugging him from behind lovingly. He nudged her off with a look she couldn’t quite place on his face. “What are you doing?” he snapped. (Name) recoiled, blushing from embarrassment.

“Oh, sorry… Anyways, I just wanted to give you this!” She smiled and handed him a neatly wrapped box with a grin. He looked at her, both puzzled and annoyed. “Uh… Thanks?” At this, her face fell.

“Oh… U-Um, okay…! I’ll be… Um, off… Then…” Her voice was dejected and her heart felt like lead. As she walked away she heard one of his friends mumble, “Why do you put up with her?”

She never heard Draco’s response, but she was certain she didn’t want to.

As she walked the world turned to mush around her. She didn’t even feel it when she sat down beside her friends, for she was far too absorbed in her own thoughts.

Had she done something wrong along the way? Was she overwhelming?

Why didn’t Draco seem to love her anymore?

As if moving on its’ own, her hand clutched her heard as she almost felt it crack. No… That couldn’t be it. Draco still loved her. He had to… Right?

Her thoughts kept her occupied throughout the night. (Name) blamed herself entirely—I mean… It had to be her fault, right? It couldn’t be Draco’s fault.

As it felt as if she had just fallen asleep, she caught sight of the sunlight drifting in through the window. She heard her dorm mates shuffling around, probably getting ready.

She did the same, much to her annoyance.

(Name) walked down the corridor alone. Her friends simply weren’t there at the time and she looked like she had spent the last night doing anything but sleeping.

In her defense, that’s exactly what happened. She didn’t get a wink of sleep.

“—And he’s great in bed!” (Name) scoffed, rolling her eyes. She normally wasn’t this bitter, but the voice was very obviously targeting her intentionally. She whipped her head around to see—

“Draco…?” Draco, seeing (Name) full and clear, immediately pushed away from—Who was that? Wasn’t her name Patty? Pansy?

Draco hadn’t realized that was (Name) walking in front of him. Her hair, usually full of volume and loose, was pulled back. She wasn’t surrounded by friends as she usually was.

“What did she say, Draco? Was she talking about you?” (Name’s) voice was full of hurt, betrayal, and disgust. Pansy (Or was it Patty?) held a smirk.

“Oh, yeah! Didn’t you know?” (Name’s) eyes snapped to her.

“You. You shut up. I never asked you,” she snapped. Pansy recoiled with an offended face. “I need to hear it from Draco.” (Name) looked at him. Her eyes softened seeing his face. “Draco, for once in your life, tell me the truth. After a year of this shit, I think I deserve one truth out of you.” Several people couldn’t help but stare at the girl who was normally so bright and mellow.

His throat felt as if it was closing up. He couldn’t seem to form words. He opened his mouth to speak, only to close it once more.

(Name) huffed, pathetically wiping her eyes with her sleeve. “I can’t believe you!” She shoved him back with her two hands, sending him stumbling backwards a bit. She was weak at this time, both physically and emotionally. He looked at her with wide eyes, along with every other passing student. “I spend a year! A year! Giving everything I had, everything I felt, everything I was made of to you! I gave everything to you! And you can’t even muster up a couple of words to tell me if you are cheating on me?” She looked at him with vulnerable, broken eyes. They softened as she lowered her head. “I’m sorry, Draco… Just… Tell me this one thing, okay?” He gulped, suddenly aware of how many glaring eyes were on him.

“How long has this been going on?” She spat out the word ‘this’ like venom.

“About two months…” At this, (Name) ran a shaky hand through her hair and exhaled with a sob. Before she could break down, her friend tugged at her wrist and ran her to a bathroom. As she retreated, Draco could hear small and broken mumbles of “What did I do wrong? What could I have done wrong?” down the hall being emitted from her form.

All he could do was stare. All he could do was watch as he, Draco Malfoy, somehow turned someone brighter than the sun, sweeter than honey, and happier than anyone he could ever know, into nothing but a broken, empty shell of a girl.

[strange-and-beautiful-sorro-blog]

Reblog if Drarry is most definetly a thing

Because we all know they fuck like rabbits whether you want them to or not..

.

[strange-and-beautiful-sorro-blog]

That’s My Boy! (Harry Potter Imagine)

Request: hi could i possibly get a harry potter imagine (james & lily are alive in this) where they’re dating (no more awkward harry) and are making out somewhere and people find out and they tease them? If u cant it’s fine. Thank you!

Quick note… This is my first imagine on Tumblr for the Harry Potter Fandom.. So… um… please don’t like hate it… Okay? Okay. Let’s get the show on the road…

Also… Side note: Since Lily and James are alive, I assume that the timeline of the story would be different. Basically, what I’m going to say is that this is an AU. So yeah… 

Requests are Open (bear with me on them though)

I Hope You Enjoy!

Knowing Harry Potter… Oh that was definitely something. A new surprise nearly every day… Dating Harry Potter? That was the biggest and best, in your opinion, surprise. 

Hermione and you were chatting, awaiting the two boys, before you all headed to Hogsmeade, “Ron’s so stupid.” You agreed. Hermione had been leaving hints all summer that she fancied Ron, but the boy was too oblivious. 

“And now he’s snogging Lavender Brown. Can you believe that?” Herminoe ranted even further then letting out an irritated growl. 

You felt two arms snake around your waist and turned to meet your boyfriend’s green eyes then smiling. You turned to give Hermione an apologetic look and she nodded, understandingly. She was, after all, the person who set you both up. 

In fourth year when Draco Malfoy someone put in Harry’s name in the Goblet of Fire, you were completely worried especially since they made him participate in the events. When the Yule Ball rolled around, Harry meant to ask you to accompany him, seeing as he’s fancied you ever since first year, but was “too shy” to do so. So when the two of you were flirting at breakfast, she lost it and yelled “Will you two just bloody be together?!” 

“Where’s Ronald?” Hermione questioned, obviously upset. Before Harry could say that he was with Lavender, Hermione had already stormed off, cursing at the Weasley. “That’s so like him! Now I’m stuck being an unwelcome third wheel to Hogwarts’s steamiest couple.”

“Steamy? I don’t think we’re like that.” Harry stated, pulling you to what was supposed to be a peck but led to a more heated kiss. 

She coughed and the two of you pulled apart. “Okay, just a little bit steamy.” You agreed, giving your friend another apologetic look. 

Then there was laughter from behind the three of you. Seamus, Dean, Ginny, and Neville stood there with Professor McGonagall along with more people who were unrecognizable to you. 

“A little bit steamy, (Y/N)?” Ginny smirked. 

“Yeah right,” Seamus added, “it’s not like snow is melting around the two of you.” And sure enough, when the both of you looked down, snow was beginning to melt. 

You felt your cheeks heat up as you saw Professor McGonagall attempting to not laugh. In result, you tried to hide by burying your face in the crook of Harry’s neck. He chuckled at your actions. “Sod off, mate.” Harry laughed. “Don’t be jealous that you don’t have anyone to kiss under the mistletoe this winter.” 

“It’s not like the two of you kiss only under a mistletoe. You’re practically sucking face any chance you get. I’d give you both detention, but you’ll end up making out in the class.” Professor McGonagall stated, the whole crowd laughing. 

“Just like my parents, I reckon?” Harry remarked.

Before she could answer him, you mumbled, “Harry. Shut up.” 

-=+=-

The next morning, the teasing was still never ending. “Why don’t you all mess with Ron and Lavender?” You suggested. 

“They don’t mind it. They aren’t ashamed. The two of you make out all the time but yet get all flustered when people point it out.” Hermione rolled her eyes. “Don’t be so bloody embarrassed about it and just own the fact that you both enjoy public displays of affection.” 

Harry gave you a smug smirk and pulled you closer to him. You gave him a warning look before the two of you leaned in. Before the your lips could even touch, an owl dropped a blazing red envelope that slid right in between the two of you. 

You both gave each other a look before looking down horrifically at the howler. It seemed as if the whole hall became silent, the teachers, themselves, stilling. “Open it.” Ron encouraged. 

Harry picked up the letter and prayed that his mother hadn’t heard the news and that this was for something completely different. 

He opened the howler and the red envelope was brought to life. He immediately recognized his father’s voice, “Harry James Potter! Your mother and I do not… Lily, I can’t be mad if you’re going to burst out-” His mother’s laughter rang throughout the hall, very uncharacteristically of her. “laughing… Anyways son, don’t be stupid with your actions. (Y/N) is a lovely girl! Keep her and treat her right, son.” 

As his mother’s laughter began to die down, she said, “Next time, don’t do it so publicly. Alright, love?” 

James’s voice rang out again, “Lils! Our son is all grown up! I’m so proud! That’s My Boy!”

[strange-and-beautiful-sorro-blog]

(Draco Malfoy x Reader)  She Drew Me

        She draws. Oh my god she draws.

  That was Draco’s only coherent thought as he flipped through your sketchbook. As to how its in his possession; well, he didn’t exactly steal it per se. He just happened to be in the area when you dropped it and then he also just happened to pick it up and, uh, didn’t yet get around to returning it, yeah. 

  He is planning to return it of course but we mustn’t forget that he is also a Slytherin after all and you didn’t even put any wards on the thing so it’s technically your fault that he is now lying in his bed carefully examining each page.

  He’s got to admit that you have talent though. Each drawing seems to leap out of the page. They look almost real enough to be able to touch. As for what you draw, Draco hasn’t yet been able to discern any pattern in your objects of inspiration. You seem to draw everything; the Whomping Willow, the quidditch pitch, a hippogryff, a teapot?, a basket of fruit, treacle tart, a birthday cake etc. Turning to the next page he’s surprised to see a full body portrait of Blaise Zabini. 

 Ah yeah, they’re friends now, aren’t they.

  This is a development his isn’t all that happy about but seeing as he can’t seem to gather enough courage to talk to you himself there is literally nothing he can do about it.

  Something at the bottom left corner catches his attention and he realizes that it’s a caption:

  ‘This guy isn’t as funny as he likes to think he is’

  Draco raises his eyebrow in amusement and turns to the next page. This time he greeted with a very realistic Harry Potter and he’s already rolling his eyes before he can stop himself. Of course you would draw him, best friends and all that. This picture had a caption too:

‘Harry, your hair alone took me 4 hours. Fucking fix it’

  He snorted out loud this time and covered his mouth in horror. Mother would not be proud. All of the pages after that were drawings of people with little captions underneath;

Weasley: 

‘The day you stop eating is the day Professor McGonagall dies her hair pink.’

Granger: 

‘When in doubt, go to The Hermibrary’

Longbottom; 

‘I will not apologize for saying I despise your frog, Neville.’

Lovegood; 

‘Please stop telling me that my head is full of wrackspurts’

Finnegan: 

‘Stop blowing things up my dude’

  There was even one of Pansy and the caption underneath made him laugh out loud.

‘I will never get back the full 40 minutes it took me to shade your cleavage, Parkinson.’

  The next page made Draco stop in his tracks and his eyes widen almost comically.

 She drew me. She actually fucking drew me. Holy shit holy shit holy shit.

  It was a simple picture. All he seemed to be doing was standing and staring off into the distance. He really doesn’t want to read the caption. What will it say? That he’s a git? That you hate his guts?

  After what felt like forever he managed to gather up his wits and like a true and proper Malfoy he looked at the caption head on.

  ‘I wish he would smile more’

 What?

Bewildered, Draco read it again. Smile more? Why would you want him to smile more? Malfoys don’t smile. At least not in public.

  Ignoring how abnormally fast his heart was now beating he turned to the next page and let out a noise that sounded suspiciously like a squeak because it was another drawing of him. This time he was in the library hunched over a book. His eyes flickered to the caption; ‘Well well well, he does study’

  He traced it with his finger. “Of course I study” He scoffed but his words held no bite. He flipped to the next sketch……. another drawing of him? 

  This one was of him in Potions class, carefully measuring out an ingredient.

  ‘He’s quite good at this class’

The next one was of him in quidditch uniform.

‘Fucking smile already, you git’

 Refusing to acknowledge the butterfies that now occupied his stomach Draco quickly flipped through all the pages. They were all drawings of him. He snapped the book shut and buried his face in his hands.

 Oh god oh god oh god. He’s definitely blushing.

 Up until now he hasn’t dared to let himself think about it. Hasn’t allowed himself to hope. But what if-oh merlin what if - no, it can’t be.

 Slowly, Draco reopened the sketchbook and turned to the very last page. His breath caught in his throat as he took it all in. It was a strange picture. The lines seemed rough and hurried as if you were in a rush when you drew it, in fact you seem to have given all the details to his face. His heart clenched suddenly when he saw why. In this picture, he was smiling.                         

‘He’s smiling. Took you a whole fucking book too, you prick’

 Draco let the book fall into his lap as he put his face back in hands his brain going a hundred million miles an hour because what if, just what if-

  What if she likes me too?

______________________________________________________________

Should I do a continuation of this? Like one where Draco gives the sketchbook back or something…. I dunno. I don’t even know what made me write this hahaha.

[strange-and-beautiful-sorro-blog]

When you say something bad about your self and your friends agree

[strange-and-beautiful-sorro-blog]

“The concept is simple. Take a blank sheet with nothing but the basic outline of a pinup girl and illustrate a unique scene around her.”

Art by David Jablow