#hermione gets a haircut

[jomiddlemarch]

I loved and guessed at you, you construed me

It was not that he was waiting for her as much as that he was most often in the faculty sitting room at this hour and so was she and the staff knew to leave out a full tea service and also a magically chilled bottle of very dry amontillado, the color of her eyes. And then to tell anyone else that the room was occupied and that they were not to be disturbed.

It wasn’t that he was waiting for her, but he did look up when she came into the room, letting the ancient, rare and precious book he held slip out of his hand, an instinctive, wandless spell keeping it from clattering onto the floor.

“You cut your hair,” Draco said. 

Any pretense to eloquence, savoir-faire, or intellectual rigor associated with achieving his Potions Mastery and Mwandamizi kemia had been decimated by the four words, uttered in a tone of complete shock, which given his Pureblood upbringing meant flat, with a hint of scorn. He had spent the past twelve years working to convince Hermione he wasn’t that man anymore, the one who would have meant the scorn, the fault-finding appraisal, cold and superior and not terribly clever underneath it all.

(The one he’d felt doomed to become before the chandelier fell in his family’s ballroom. Before she’d testified to keep him out of Azkaban. Before she’d returned his formal letter of apology with a brief addendum You were a child, Draco an absolution he didn’t deserve.)

Blaise always said he was his own worst enemy. Theo always nodded and offered a glass of single malt Scotch. Neville always shrugged and tried to reassure Draco, meandering through some nonsense about how they’d all had to grow up too soon, let down by the adults, forced to experience trauma that they’d been lucky to survive and a plate of buttered toast would soon set him to rights.

Luna changed the subject and talked about some possibly fictional chimerical creature to take his mind off his shortcomings. It never worked but he appreciated her effort and consistency.

“I suppose that’s better than ‘Bloody hell.’ And “Holy fucking Christ.’ Harry reverts to Muggle obscenity when he’s really surprised,” Hermione replied. “You only told me what I already know, as I didn’t accidentally fall into a Mongolian silver scissor-bush.”

“Is that a thing?” Draco asked. 

He had to keep talking but there was a lot to take in, the startlingly gorgeous line of her bare neck, the angle of her jaw, how her eyes looked enormous, luminous. How her chestnut hair was swept across her brow and came to a delicate little point on the nape of her neck, all these hidden aspects suddenly marvels revealed. Suddenly, astonishingly breath-taking and erotic and also heart-breaking, because he’d wanted so to run his fingers through her loose hair, to stand behind her and draw a brush through her curls. Watching her eyes get drowsy in the dressing-table’s looking-glass, resting a hand on her bare shoulder and feeling the tickling silk of her hair. He’d wanted to cast the spell that ended the charm securing her chignon, to pull out the jeweled pins she used to keep her braids in the coronet around her head. 

“No. It sounds like something Luna would mention though,” Hermione shrugged. It was as if he’d never seen the gesture before.

“It’s a lot to take in,” he said.

“It’s actually not. It’s both literally and figuratively not,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Snape being a double-agent in love with Harry’s mum was a lot to take in. Any Sunday lunch at Molly Weasley’s table is a lot to take in. War and Peace in the original Russian without a translation charm is a lot to take in. I took off a few inches—”

“A few inches?”

“Fine, I got the first professional, Muggle, haircut of my adult life because I was fed up with my hair and charms and Sleekeezy and glamours, so many glamours, and you would think I have announced I am Grindelwald’s secret lovechild,” she said in a tone of complete exasperation, pursing her lips in a matching moué he felt an impossible urge to kiss very thoroughly and until she was gasping his name. 

He was fairly certain that action would not be requited, not now, and potentially not ever.

But definitely not now.

She was now almost glaring at him, waiting for a response.

If this was ever to become something beyond hopeless pining, if he were ever to be allowed to call her sweetheart and coax her back to bed, he couldn’t get the next part wrong.

“Are you happy with it?” he said. It was a gamble, saying anything would have been a gamble, but there was a chance he’d gotten it right.

He’d surprised her, that he could tell instantly, though her face changed very subtly. It meant no one else who’d seen her had asked and considered she might be. No one else had thought about why she’d done it, only what they thought of it. Evidently, both Weasley and Potter had indicated a negative response, Weasley likely driven by his own unrealized Pureblood upbringing, where all witches wanted the long hair associated with power and Potter never wanted her to be anything other than she’d been in their youth, when her unruly hair was her most obvious signifier.

“Yes, I think I am,” she said. 

“That’s good. That’s what matters,” he said. He was supposed to reference the book he’d been reading or follow-up on their most recent conversation about geopolitics or whether Chopin was a Squib or at the very least offer her something to drink, the tea first and then, when she demurred, the sherry. But all of those would require him to look away from her and he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Not quite yet.

“I ought to have done it a long time ago,” she said. She spoke without her usual forthright confidence, but also without any of the regret the statement might have implied. She sounded hesitant, as if she wanted something from him she felt she shouldn’t. Or shouldn’t ask for.

It was tempting to make some sort of declaration, offer reassurance or an argument. But he’d gotten this far by asking her a question.

“Why do you say that?”

“I don’t know. It would have been a way to move on. Grow up. Make my life easier, decide it for myself,” she said. She was watching him very closely as she spoke. She liked that he’d asked, though she wasn’t smiling. “It wouldn’t have been grief or some kind of, I don’t know, unhinged trauma response.”

It would very much have been a response to the colossal trauma she’d experienced if she’d hacked it all off after being tortured, and it wouldn’t have been unhinged when one considered the myriad extremely risky alternatives she might have chosen, but Draco wasn’t about to ruin everything. Even as his own worst enemy, he could keep from doing that.

“It could have been just something you do when you’re in your twenties, trying something out. Like, going to the Maldives or studying Norn. Learning earth magic from tribal elders in Namib.”

“Only you would saying learning earth magic in Namib is something you do in your twenties,” Draco said wryly. “Most people just go to the pub and fret a lot.”

“You didn’t,” she said.

“I think it’s well established I’m not most people,” he said.

“No. You’re not. You’re the only person who didn’t tell me cutting my hair was a terrible mistake,” she said. “As if it could even remotely compare to the other terrible mistakes I’ve made.”

“It’s not a terrible mistake,” he said. “And you’re the person I know best whose made the fewest terrible mistakes in her life and we can sit here drinking sherry talking about it because of it.”

“My parents wouldn’t agree,” she said.

“Neither would mine. I wonder how people grow up when they don’t have to discover their parents were deeply, entirely wrong about something absolutely crucial to survival,” Draco said.

“We could ask Blaise Zabini,” Hermione said after very clearly Thinking About It, a little crease appearing between her eyebrows.

“Too risky,” Draco replied. “It’s only the husbands people talk about but people have a way of disappearing when they ask questions about his mother.”

“No one would comment on her haircut,” Hermione said wistfully. “What a bloody icon.”

Draco laughed, startled.

“You’re enchanting,” he blurted out. Stupid, gauche, impulsive—he could go on (and on) about how ill-considered it had been.

“Well, I am a witch,” she said. She did not seem put off. In fact, she smiled at him, a little shyly.  “Goes with the territory—”

“You enchant me. Bewitch me,” he said, throwing caution to the winds. “You don’t want anyone to comment on how you look, so I shouldn’t but you’re exquisite—”

He broke off, fearing he’d broken it all. She was still in the room and he still had all his bits and bobs, when he knew she was a dab hand at wandless curses. It was rather late to decide discretion was the better part of valor, but better late than never.

“I didn’t do it for you,” she said.

“No,” he replied.

“I didn’t do it only for you,” she clarified. “But I was curious to see how you’d react.”

“Did you have a hypothesis? You usually do,” he said.

“Yes. You’ve exceeded it slightly,” she said. There was a gleam in those sherry-brown eyes and when she tilted her head to the side, he understood the vampire’s insatiable lust. 

“I can do better than slightly,” he said, half-dazed with the realization that she was requiting far more than he’d ever imagined. And that she’d imagined his response to seeing her bare neck, had wanted his admiration. He got up from his chair and crossed the room to her, standing close enough to take her in his arms. “I can do a wide margin. Prodigious. Overwhelmingly—”

“I like prodigious,” she said and he leaned in and kissed her parted lips softly, then deeply, one hand at her waist, the other cupping her cheek. The urge to possess her was tremendous, held in check only by an immense and constant tenderness, the moon that could pull the devouring tide back from the shore.

“Can I see overwhelmingly?” she whispered. “For comparison—”

“Of course,” he answered and moved to kiss her neck. He tasted the pulse of her carotid, sucking gently where he wanted to nip her. He moved back up to the hollow behind her ear, grazing her lobe with his tongue, then murmured,

“You cut your hair. I love it.”

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?

Pairings: Fred Weasley x Reader (no specific gender) Summary: you go to Headquarters to see that your boyfriend, Fred, has cut his long hair Warnings: none Note: this is a shorty. ~ loosely based on that part of clueless

"well isn't this place...lively" Hermione tried to smile as we looked at the Headquarters, aka 12 Grimmauld place

you sighed as you walked to the front door, Mad Eye leading us in

"go upstairs and make yourself at home" he grumbled as we reached the stairs

You heard Ron yell from the top of the stairs and come down

"hey" he smiled at Hermione

"hi" she blinked

"where's Fred?" you asked, wanting to see your boyfriend that you haven't seen all holidays

"he's upstairs, first door to the right" Ron responded.

you thanked him before going upstairs, looking for your boyfriend

you turned to the right and looked at the first door

you knocked and there was no response, but you heard shuffeling

"Freddie?" you called through the door

"come in!" he called back

you opened the door and walked through, putting your bags by the door as you looked at him on the bed, his blanket over his body and head, covering his hair and shoulders

you went over to him and sat beside him

"are you cold?" you asked, motioning to the blanket

"yeah...it's quite chilly" he responded

"Y/n!" you heard George yell from behind you

you turned around with a smile that slowly dropped when you saw his hair

his hair that was once long, to now short

the twins always had the same haircut, they never had different styles, so you knew that Fred had also cut it

you slowly turned your head to face Fred, who smiled innocently

in the corner of your eye, you saw George's smirk

you took the blanket off him and stood up when you saw his hair

"what have you done!?" you yelled at him

he got off the bed and reached for your hands

"it was getting too long, babe, hard to manage. and it's not that bad! I think I look good!" he defended himself

you've always loved his hair, but you loved it when it was long.

'more to grab on to' you always said

"why wouldn't you ask me! I'm the one who has to look at you!" you shook your head, disappointed

"I'm sorry! I didn't think you would hate it this much" he chuckled

you stood there, looking at him blankly

you reached up and grabbed onto his hair, gripping it lightly

you ran your fingers through it and sighed

it was still soft.

it was still thick

you ruffled it and smiled when it got in the way of his eyes

it wasn't short short, just shorter

"you owe me 5 sickles" George spoke proudly

Fred huffed and pulled the silver coins out of his pocket before handing it to his twin

you looked at them both weirdly

"he knew you wouldn't like it" he said

"I don't...not like it. I just prefer it long" you rolled your eyes

"either way I was right!" George grinned, apparating out of the room

you turned back to the older twin and looked up at his hair

"I guess I'll get used to it" you frowned

"you have to, it's never going long again" he laughed lowly, bringing you into a hug

"not even just a few inches?" you tried

"nope" he shook his head

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[dracoxsworld]

Dozed Off - Harry P. x Reader

You arrived at Kings Cross station, bags in hand. The crisp Autumn air flew through your hair. Your knuckles were white, strongly grasping the handles of your bag.

You see your friend, Hermione, standing with her parents, speaking with another Hogwarts student.

“Granger!” You call out, standing on your tippy toes so she can see you better.

“Oh my goodness, Y/N!” She responded, her face lighting up. She runs to you and wraps her arms around you. You set your bags down and wrap your arms around her as well. “How was your summer?” Hermione asked, helping you with your bags. “Not long enough, surely. I actually packed so last minute I didn’t get much sleep.” You admitted, chuckling to yourself. “You really should do better with your sleep schedule, Y/N, sleep is your brains best friend-!” Hermione went on about how I can help my brain.

You then see another familiar face, Harry Potter. You and Harry never had classes together, so you never had much conversations even though you've known each other for years. He greeted you and Hermione. "Has Ron arrived yet?" The boy with the messy black hair asked. Hermione shook her head. "No, not yet, Y/N and I were just talking about our summer, how was yours?" She asked.

"Oh, you know- brilliant, the Dursley's are always the best family to be around." Harry said sarcastically. Hermione frowned. Harry waved it off. "It's fine, Y/N, how as your summer?" Your head perked up.

To tell the truth, Harry Potter always had you in awe. He was fearless, intelligent, and charismatic; characteristics you felt attracted to. "oh, it was- you know-" You stammered. Hermione gave you and ornery smile. She knew. Before you could finish, Ron Weasley, your red-haired and freckled skinned friend came running to your group.

“Hermione! Harry! Y/N!” He exclaimed, giving you all a group hug. “How was your summer?” Hermione asked Ron. “It was fine, mostly playing Quidditch with Fred and George.” Ron smiled.

“Well, I’d love to stay and chat, but Ron and I have to sit with the Prefects on the train, we will see you two once we get to Hogwarts.” Hermione politely explained, grabbing Ron by his arm. Ron rolled his eyes. “Hermione I just got here-“ he started to argue, but she was pulling him away. I chuckled as the pair bickered.

“Well then, would you like to sit with me?” Harry asked, pushing up his glasses awkwardly. “Sure, sounds good.” You said, unable to keep eye contact. Harry was very handsome, he had grown into his looks quite a bit. He had gotten a haircut, although his raven hair was still messy. His glasses were taped together in the middle, and his skin was fair. His eyes were a beautiful shade of green.

Both you and Harry boarded the train, and found a compartment to sit at. “So, Y/N-“ Harry started as he put both yours and his luggage above your seat on the shelf. “We’ve never talked much, have we?” He asked. You shook your head. “What was your childhood like?” He asked. Deep question, required some thought.

“Well, my moms a half-blooded witch, my dad is a pure-blooded wizard, so it wasn’t a surprise when I levitated for the first time.” You chuckled. Harry’s eyes shined, he took a seat next to you. “What’s it like growing up in the muggle world?” You asked. Harry shrugged. “Kinda boring compared to the magical world. I’m sure it wouldn’t be so bad if I wasn’t living with the Dursleys.”

You and Harry talked for about an hour about your childhoods, embarrassing moments, and funny stories. Your eyelids started to get heavy. “Godric. It’s been a long day.” You yawned and stretched. Harry was tired too, he took off his glasses for a moment to rub his eyes. “I suppose this has been a long train ride. You’re just very entertaining I haven’t noticed.”

You blushed, “Why thank you, golden boy.” Harry’s lips curled into a smile. Your eyelids were getting heavier, and you felt yourself getting more and more sleepy.

Harry’s POV:

Y/N’s head was swaying left and right, until I softly pushed their head onto my shoulder, which then fell into my lap.

They were out like a light, very quietly snoring. I chuckled to myself. Why have I waited so long to get to know them? My hand gently went through their hair. I had a small bag on the floor next to my feet, with a quilt. With my wand I swished and flicked and the quilt unfolded itself and softly covered Y/N; leaving their head on my lap.

[russellsppttemplates]

Rora watches Harry Potter and asks mama to have her hair just like Hermione. Thing is, yn and Mick get really busy, and it ends up slipping their minds. Aurora, being the little force of nature she is, is not gonna be without her haircut, even if she tries to make it herself, in front of the mirror, with her baby scissors, the thing even ends up cuttimg a little chunk of hair... Mama knows she has to do something about it before Rora ends up with half of her hair off🤦🏼‍♀️

"Mama, can I have my hair like Hermione's?", your daughter wondered, "sure, I think it would look good on you", you added, "Good! I'm going to grab my scissors then!", she was about to get up when you stopped her, "no, my love. That's not how it works, you can't just go and cut it yourself", you explained, "I'll book you a hairdresser appointment, okay?".

Life got busy, with Mick travelling to the triple header and your own schedule, so the appointment slipped your mind in the middle of everything that was happening. Seeing you were so busy, Aurora helped you around the house as much as she could and as you allowed her, always keeping her room tidy and doing as you asked.

"Well, Angie, since mama is so busy, maybe o can get this done on my own, so it's one thing less she's worried about", Aurora reasoned, adjusting the stool on the bathroom so she could herself in the mirror, grabbing her scissors and starting with a hair piece on the back of her head, "it was about here", she snipped, her tongue only the slightest bit out as she attempted to precisely cut her strands.

Not having heard a lot of noise from Aurora or Angie, you walked up the stairs to see what they were up to. And it was true when they said that quiet in a household where there is a child is never a good sign, seeing Angie laid on the bathroom floor while Aurora trimmed her hair, "Rora, my love, what's happening here?", you asked.

Feeling caught, she stopped what she was doing, "I know you are busy, so I thought I'd save some time and do my hair myself!", she began, "I know you said that I couldn't do it, but I think it looks alright!", she smiled at her accomplishment, flipping her hair and seeing the wonky pieces of hair, "I think it's best if we stop, Aurora", you said sternly enough do she would understand that you weren't mad but that she must follow your order, "I'm sorry, gorgeous, but this is not looking so good from the back, so I'll see to that appointment right away, okay?", you reasoned seeing her hand you her scissors.

"I just wanted to help, mama", she noted, "I know, my love. I'm sorry that I haven't been able to fit in the appointment", you kissed the top of her head, "but can I show papa? I still think it's good, you know?", she smiled hopefully, "I don't see why not", you shook your head at her antics, "C'mon Angie, downstairs we go. We never know if you might be next!".

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

You've done what ifs where Aro or Carlisle swapped places with Dumbledore, but what if the protagonists swapped roles instead? Harry Swan and Bella Potter? How would that go?

Anon's referring to this post as well as this post.

Caveat That Bears Repeating

I've said this a number of times in these kinds of posts already, but the thing is that backstories matter. Harry and Bella don't just pop into existence, informed by nothing, they all have histories that lead them to where they end up in canon.

Bella has her parent's messy divorce, her alienation from her father, her irresponsible mother, as well as the socialization of being an American girl in the early 2000's.

Harry is an orphan physically and mentally abused by his surviving relatives, at the age of eleven he suddenly discovers that in a secret society he's bigger than the Beatles, he's a young British boy in the early 1990's who then is thrust into the wizarding world culture.

My point is that as much as I can theorize what Bella or Harry would be like in the AU where Bella's now a British girl living in a cupboard beneath the stairs and Harry's now living with Renee, it's just me handwaving and guessing.

I really don't know with these things.

With that said, we can try.

Bella Potter

We'll say the Dursleys pull the exact same shit with Bella as they would Harry. I imagine Bella's almost New Moon levels of depressed at eleven.

She thinks she's ugly and is purposefully made so by her relatives (given bad haircuts, clothes that don't fit, probably Dudley's castoffs making her look more tom-boyish and less 'cute' than what might be acceptable), she's told her parents were drunks and losers, and her family despises her and thinks she's stupid and a waste of space.

I imagine Bella often contemplates whether it'd be better if she'd never been born in the first place. Where Harry reacted with anger, I imagine from what we see of canon, Bella crumples in on herself.

Then she discovers she's a witch, that weird scar on her forehead that she always tries to cover a sign of her defeating You-Know-Who, and that her parents were wonderful people.

Bella waits for the other shoe to drop, for people to realize she's a phony, that she's not cool, special, pretty, or anything any of these people seem to believe she is based on nothing. Worse, Bella would want to come clean, but she doesn't want to lose any of this.

Hagrid is treating her nicely, on the train that boy Ron genuinely seems to like her and think she's cool and interesting, she has friends and people think she can do things.

Bella's terrified of being found out as a fraud which makes her more nervous than Neville in trying to use magic (especially in Potions where Snape mercilessly bullies her and thus makes her even worse than she otherwise would have been).

However, this gets in the way of typical Harry adventures, as Bella to the best of her ability keeps her nose down and out of trouble (as then everyone would hate her again). As a result, she doesn't save Hermione from the troll, Ron eventually gets bored of her and thinks of her as another girl, she doesn't go after the Philosopher's Stone or later involve herself with the Chamber of Secrets debacle.

Voldemort gets the stone offscreen (likely eventually able to get through the enchantment on the mirror) and is able to resurrect himself at which point Bella is terrified as everyone's now expecting her to do something about it.

"I am twelve?" Bella asks, then cries because she's not a magical princess like everyone wants her to be.

Harry Swan

Where Bella is depressed, Harry is angry.

Harry's not happy about moving to Forks but it was made clear he didn't have much choice. He's very bitter with Renee about this and bitter at Charlie in general for being an absentee father. He's ready to take on the whole school, gossiping all about him he's sure, and spit in their faces.

Unlike Hogwarts, as he doesn't want to be here and doesn't have good preconceptions, it's the equivalent of him being told he's going to Malfoy Boarding School in Malfoy County, to a place where he's sure to hate the people and they're sure to be looking for any weakness. (Remember, Bella did not at all have a good perception of Forks or its people).

He, in fact, immediately does so just to make sure they know where he stands. Yeah, he knows his mom ran off, what about it? I imagine he gets in a fist fight with Mike Newton on his first day, Harry is labeled a delinquent.

He catches a look at the Cullens and thinks they're rich freaks and weirdos who moved to this nowhere town. Charlie is at his wits end with Harry and utterly unsure how to deal with him as most the kids in town don't make this kind of trouble.

Unfortunately for Harry, he catches Edward's interest, unfortunately for Harry, with his outspoken anger and bitterness he's not Edward's type.

There's only two doors for someone with the smell, Edward takes the door labeled "eat me, I'm delicious".

[bigmack2go]

Newsies as Things my friend and me have said bc im shocked i haven’t done this yet

Sarah: THIS!

Sarah: *points at tailor doll*

Sarah: this is the reason i‘m into women!

(Sarah *in a whispered sob*: my hand fits her waist so perfectly….)

Race after getting one single question wrong: if you’re alowed to be dumb, so am i

Albert *shocked*: why is there no crossover of „sing“ and „zootopia??“

Albert: i mean—… NOT EVEN A FANFICTION!

Jack: there are very few names that are acceptable for sausage dogs

Jack *clears throat*….

Jack: NUMBER ONE—

Race:*wakes up david from his much needed afternoon nap*

Race: do u ever mix up the feeling of attraction with the one of jealousy???

Les: so if harry potter is an otter—

Les: and ron weasly is a weasle….

Les: whats hermione??

Albert: anyone else ever wonder how it would go if henry danger went to hogwarts?

Davey (in the middle of a conversation about hotdogs or smt): is there a place where you can give emoji suggestions??

Hotshot: what are you doing?

Autistic!Spot *squatting*: i need to make sure these pants don’t give me over sensory issues

Race: i dont get hyperfixations

Albert: you— you litteraly memorised Hamilton

Race: IT WAS TO KEEP MY BRAIN IN FORM

Katherine: why is it, whenever i find someone hot, they get a haircut???

Albert: SHUT UP YOU LITTLE— YOU LITTLE… i can’t think of an insult but imagine something thats really bad just so you know i am in fact very mad

(Race: woah who would have thought i’d live to see the day albert dasilva isn’t able to think of an insult)

Albert: ok but like… the characterbuilding of pawpatrol is like,,, really fucking good

Albert: like that shit deserves an oscar

Spot: did it hurt when you fell—

Race (litterally from down on the floor): when i fell from heaven?

Spot: no when you-

Race: when i fell for you?

Spot: RACE YOU JUST F E L L OF THE STAIRS

Jack: ah where did i put my crutchie?

Jack: GAYS HAS ABYONE SEEN MY CRUTCHIE?

Jack: damnit why do i keep losing i— ahhh there it is!

Elmer: ask for forgiveness, not permission

Hotsot: *sighs exasperated while watching elmer proceed to pull out a baloon sword with a genuinely evil look on his face*

Jack: you ever notice how you can deescalate literally any situation by [doing smt] as long as the situation is right?

Davey: *blinks* what?

Smalls: soooo i think i may or may not have just accidentally invented backwards stealing

Jack: ugh! Nephew, grandson! Wheres the difference, really??

Jack: i just stepped on my painting

Jack: haha! Look at those cute lil paint pawprints on the floor

Jack:

Jack: wait why do my feet make pawshaped pawprints???

Davey: thats it. Im done. I quit.

Elmer: quit what?

Davey:

Davey: life.

Spot: im trying to work on my anger issues

Albert: you literally just punched somebody

Spot: and it made me less angry

Mrs Kirby: buttons what are you doing here? This isn’t your classroom

Buttons (shamelessly): avoiding my teacher hopefully for another….

Buttons (squinting at the clock):

Buttons (happy as ever): 36 minutes!

Graves: my bf is being homophobic

Hotshot: youre single???

Graves: exactly!!

Davey: i may be antisocial but im still a socialist

Albert: spot, if i dropped dead here and now and race wasn’t there to witness that you didn’t murder me, what would you do with my body?

Spot: bold of u to assume I didn’t murder u

Spot: or need race as a witness

Spot: or—

Albert: OKAY I GET IT

Albert *putting on creme-deodorant*:

Jack: is this hair wax you’re putting under your arms???

Albert:…

Albert: yes.

Albert: it blocks the sweat glands.

Jack: *proceeds to go on about a ten minute speech about how tiktok spreads false information and life hacks*

Race: ow ow ow ow

Spot: what?

Race: i put on the wrong glasses

Spot: race w h a t

Albert: im a left handed green eyed ginger and thats not even the worst part—

Race: there are four types of people.

Race: watch.

Race: *shoves crutchie so he falls*

Jack: *gasps and runs to fight race*

Davey: *gasps and runs to help crutchie*

elmer: *gasps and laughs at crutchie*

Albert: *gasps and laughs at race*

Race: see

Race: *the most satisfied hes beenin his life*

No one:

Absolutely no one:

On this entire planet no one:

smalls *giving b i r t h*: ow ouch ow ah- yeah that does in fact hurt, owowow

[sailtomarina]

Haircut

“Please don’t laugh.” Draco stood awkwardly in the Floo, poised to flee. His usually impeccable locks grew wildly past his shoulders, thick tresses shining like rivers of white gold. Hermione pressed her lips closed tightly together to prevent her giggle from escaping, simply quirking a brow at him. “Depending on what happened, I’m sure I can fix it.” He heaved a sigh of relief before settling beside her on the couch, shucking her legs over his lap. “I was brewing hair growth pots and was distracted when Blaise came by—” Hermione cut him off when she leaned over and ran her fingers through the strands along the arm closest to her. “Mmm, no wonder Zabini's product sells out so fast. Your hair looks and feels a-maaaazing.” His adam’s apple visibly bobbed as he gulped at her touch. “—and, I, uh, neglected to seal the cover when I left. By the time I came back my lab was filled with fumes and I accidentally breathed in a bit.” Her fingers progressed up to comb through the full length of hair, occasionally pausing to massage circles into his scalp. “…Granger?” “Hmmm?” “Not that I’m complaining, that feels fucking fantastic, but care to help a bloke out?” He leaned into her ministrations with a soft growl in his voice, reminding Hermione of dear, departed Crookshanks. “Are you sure you want to cut it? Seems a shame…you could go Lucius-style and tie it back?” Hermione whined when he tugged his hair out of her grip. He glared back at her, offended at the suggestion while simultaneously lifting his chin in a manner reminiscent of the Malfoy patriarch. He swiftly stood, tugging her along with him down the hallway to the washroom. "If there's one thing I'm thankful for with your time in that infernal tent with Potter and Weasel, it's that they gave you plenty of practice on their haircuts." Hermione's mouth went dry when he tugged off his shirt and displayed his chest in all its glory, lean, muscled, and dusted with light hair at the chest that led to a tantalizing trail straight down his stomach into his waistband. "Snip, snip, Granger. Let's get this over with." "Did you have to remove your shirt? I can't focus with all that," she exclaimed, waving at his form. He waggled his eyebrows as he smiled a salacious grin. "I'd rather not get hair all over my clothes, and I'll just take a shower after to clean up. You're free to join me." "Don't tempt the witch with the scissors." She clicked the shears at him menacingly. "Now let's see here..."

[drarrydisabilityfest]

Drarry Disability Fest 2023 Masterlist & Wrap-up

Title:Any Emotions

Author/Artist: @steampunkserpent27 (AO3/Tumblr) Grievers27 (Discord)

Rating: Teen

Word count (if applicable): 11,261

Warnings/Tags: No Archive Warnings, Alternate Universe- Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, Post-War, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Mental Health Issues, Disability, Disabled Character, Autistic Harry Potter, Autism, Sensory Issues, Emotional Dysregulation, Crying, Gryphons, Social Anxiety, Social Issues, Misunderstandings, Bullying, Ableism, Hogsmeade, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Developing Relationships, Good Harry Potter, Good Draco Malfoy, Supportive Draco Malfoy, Painter Draco Malfoy, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Honeydukes, Kissing, Getting Together, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Self-Discovery, Happy Ending, Minor Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger,

Summary:During Harry's Eighth Year at Hogwarts, he finds himself not only trying to figure out his feelings towards his old rival and nemesis, Draco Malfoy, but also trying to figure out why he's always felt so different, even amongst his closest friends.

Title:Songbird

Author/Artist:@queenie-jinny, QueenieJinny (AO3)

Rating: Teen

Word count (if applicable): 4,393

Warnings/Tags:POV First Person, POV Alternating, Disability, Physical Disability, Healer Draco Malfoy, Hard of hearing Harry Potter, Diabetes, Happy Ending, Blood and Injury (briefly), Anxiety/Panic attack (briefly), Light Angst, Romantic Fluff

Summary:When Harry sustains an injury in the line of duty, he has to come to terms with the fact that sometimes there are no magical solutions.

Title: What Works For Us

Author/Artist: flightinflame

Rating: Teen

Word count (if applicable): 1,821

Warnings/Tags: Autism, Autistic Scorpius Malfoy, Haircuts, Parenthood, Good Parent Draco Malfoy, Family Fluff, Good Parent Harry Potter, meltdowns

Summary: Scorpius wants to have short hair. Unfortunately, he doesn't want to have his hair cut.

Title: Like Father, Like Son

Author/Artist: @ladderofyears, Ladderofyears (AO3)

Rating: General

Word count (if applicable): 5,648

Warnings/Tags: Autism, Autistic Character, St Mungo's Hospital (Harry Potter), Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, Original Character(s), Autistic Scorpius Malfoy, Implied Mpreg, Past Mpreg, Harry Is Reluctant To Accept Scorpius's Diagnosis, But Soon Opens His Mind, Established Relationship, Established Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Married Couple, Fatherhood, Autistic Harry Potter, Supportive Draco Malfoy, Kind Draco Malfoy, Vernon Dursley Being an Asshole, Abusive Dursley Family (Harry Potter), Pureblood Culture (Harry Potter), Past Child Abuse

Summary: During Scorpius's autism diagnosis, Harry begins to understand that he might be autistic too.

Title:He's Perfect

Author/Artist:@itsphantasmagoria

Rating: Teen

Word count (if applicable): 7,988

Warnings/Tags: Autism; Autistic Scorpius Malfoy; Post Mpreg; Minor Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy; Parenthood; Ableist Language; Lucius Malfoy Being an Asshole; Lucius Malfoy Redemption; Supportive Narcissa Black Malfoy; Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE; Domestic Fluff; Neurodiversity; POV Draco Malfoy; Good Parent Draco Malfoy; Good Parent Harry Potter; Scorpius is an adorable bean; Digital Art; Kid Fic

Summary: Draco's son with Harry is a shining light in his life, and is perfect just the way he is.

Title: Boundaries

Author/Artist: SleepyElephant

Rating: General

Word count (if applicable): 4,790

Warnings/Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE;Post-War;Some Humor;Established Relationship;Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley;Disability;Chronic Illness;Undiagnosed Illness;Unsolicited medical advice;Setting Boundaries

Summary: Harry has been dealing with undiagnosed chronic symptoms since the war. Hermione won’t stop giving unsolicited advice. With support, Harry finally sets a boundary with her.

Title: Pain, Potions, & a Prick Known as Potter

Author: ChesterPoe (AO3), DeathsDaisy (Tumblr)

Rating: Teen

Word count: 11,378

Warnings/Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Drarry, Redeemed Draco, Child Abuse, mentions of torture, (only in the first chapter), bad parent lucious malfoy, Post War, Hurt/Comfort, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Massage, Chronic Pain, Fainting, Passing Out, A lot of comfort, especially at the end

Disability Focus: Chronic pain & nerve damage

Summary: The repeated and sustained Crucios used on Draco during the war have caused him permanent nerve damage. He suffers from chronic pain, temporary occasional loss of sensation in parts of his body, poor circulation, trembling and shaky hands, etc.

Harry gets assigned as Draco's probation auror, they start off where they had left in school, but Draco has changed and so has he. They need to grow together these next few months to see what had been missing in their school years.

P.S. The way I talk about chronic pain in this is from personal experience. Not all of us experience the same thing. I assume those who suffer along with me know that, but for those who don’t/those without a chronic “issue”: please remember your experiences/ideas of what it’s “really” like are not universal. Be nice, thanks.

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That's a wrap! We want to give a HUGE shout out to our creators who worked so so hard to make this happen, we are so proud of you, and we hope you will join us again next year! All 7 of these stories are beta-read and sensitivity checked, so we ask that you refrain from berating our creators if you see things that differ from your own experience and knowledge of these conditions; every disabled person's experience is different and unique and deserves space!

And from Mod Kel to my fellow mods, thank you so so so much for your patience, hard work, and dedication to this fest. It is because of you both that this fest idea was able to take form because there would have been no way it could be done solo. Specifically I want to thank Ceylon for her amazing work with header art and the airtable system, as well as her hard work in managing communications through the email; thank you so much lovely! I want to thank Rowan specifically for their/his work on our tumblr and AO3, as well as all the time they/he spent on the Discord helping us figure things out and working around the time difference, and effort they/he put into posting; you're absolutely incredible!

Please leave comments and kudos for the hard working creators of this fest, even if you just comment an emoji or a "good job" your feedback means a lot to our writers. Also share! Spread the disability pride month joy, and we'll see you all next year for Drarry Disability Fest 2024!

Warmly,

- Your Drarry Disability Fest 2023 mods: Ceylon (@quackquackcey), Kel (@slytherinthelibrary), Rowan (@basicallyahedgehog)

[harrydracobang]

Drarry Art + Fic: Eager for the Sky

Title: Eager for the Sky Author: @oknowkiss Artist(s): @upthehillart Pairing(s): Harry/Draco (background Harry/Ron, background Draco/Blaise, brief Ron/Hermione and implied Harry/Ron/Hermione) Other Key Characters: Ron Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Oliver Wood, Hermione Granger, Zacharias Smith, Ginny Weasley Rating: Mature Word Count: 35.4k Art Medium: Digital Illustration Era: 8th Year Content/Warnings: Quidditch Players Harry and Draco, Slow Burn, Getting Together, Coming Out, Mutual Pining, Teasing, Drinking, Haircuts, Nonmonogamy (with Drarry Endgame), Sexual Experimentation, Cutting Fruit as a Love Language, Implied Sexual Content, Masturbation, Shower Masturbation, UST, Resolved Sexual Tension, Brief Blood, Mentions of Depression & Caring for an Unwell Parent, Brief Nightmares Summary: It was announced, just as the Triwizard Tournament had been, at the start of term feast.

A year-long, international Quidditch varsity match — the inaugural Wizarding Academy Cup.

In which Harry is Hogwarts' star Seeker, Draco is on the bench, and they both have a thing or two to learn about playing for the same team. Author's Notes: This was so much fun—my first fest back in… over a decade! Yowza. Massive thanks to UpTheHill, whose art is truly a thing of beauty, and is the inspiration for this story. If you’d like to look at the art first, it’s at the end of chapter four.

Thank you as well to my incredible betas: iota, makeitp1nk, and nv-md! You are a dream team and whipped this entirely into shape. Like having three Oliver Woods at hand, except fully in charge of your mental faculties. I am so privileged to have you in my corner. Thank you thank you thank you.

And, of course, thank you to the HD Reverse Bang Mods, for all the work and time and energy you’ve put into this amazing fest. You’re all rockstars, truly. Artist's Notes: Nothing beats the good ol' Drarry rivalry and competition... Unless it also involves snogging. Maybe secretly in a deserted locker room after an intense match. Yes, that's it - nothing beats THAT! haha I love reading fic like this, so of course I had to draw it for the Reverse Bang! ;) Enjoy!!

FIC AND ART POST ON AO3

ART POST ON AO3

[phdmama]

Drarry, ~780 words, G/T This was inspired by the @drarrymicrofic​ image prompt from January 31. As always, this is as micro as I get, sorry.

It’s another boring party at the Ministry and Harry cannot wait to go home. The ballroom is stuffy even with all of the doors to the outside patio thrown wide open and the planners went with the caterers who do decent desserts but terrible hors d’oeuvres. However, the wine is better than average and plentiful, Harry figures he doesn’t have to spend more than another thirty minutes making the rounds before he can escape, and it’s probably going to rain tonight. All reasons to be optimistic.

He tugs at his tie and winces when Hermione elbows him in the ribs. 

“Stop fussing,” she mutters. “You’re fine.”

“I hate ties, I hate these events, and I sort of hate you,” Harry informs her and she elbows him again.

“You do not, you big baby. Go talk to Henderson, you know he’s a pivotal vote on your equipment budget.”

Harry rolls his eyes at her as Hermione walks away and has to grin when she doesn’t even turn around to flip him off behind her back. But she is, as always, absolutely correct, and in any case, Harry is well-aware that this is as much a part of his job as the whole solving crime and tracking down dark wizards stuff. So he sucks it up, chitchats with Henderson and finally gets a break and heads for the dessert table, where he finds—

“Malfoy.”

He gets a cool nod in return and then Malfoy holds something up.

“Have you tried these? They’re pineapple. They’re good.”

“Oh,” Harry says, feeling curiously off-kilter. “Um, no. Pineapple?”

“Pineapple,” Malfoy confirms and pops the tiny tart into his mouth. 

He closes his eyes as he chews. His lashes, surprisingly dark for such a fair man, stand out in contrast to his translucent skin and Harry can’t look away from Malfoy’s throat as he swallows and then opens his eyes and gives Harry a distant smile.

“I’ll see you around, Potter,” Malfoy says and then he’s gone.

It takes Harry another twenty minutes to extricate himself from the party, and it’s only when he promises Hermione that yes, he will absolutely follow up with the three separate people she thinks are crucial on Monday that he finally feels free to go.

Harry steps out into the cool, dark night, shivering even though the damp air feels good on his overheated cheeks. The rain hasn’t started yet, but he can feel it in the air, and he walks just a bit faster down the empty street. He’s almost to the corner when a figure steps out of the shadows.

It’s Malfoy, just finishing a cigarette, which he banishes with a snap of his fingers. Harry refuses to find that hot as they eye each other and then Malfoy steps closer.

“Took you long enough,” he says, reaching out to snag Harry by a belt loop, yanking him in for a quick kiss. He tastes of smoke and spice and whiskey.

Harry kisses Malfoy back, taking his time, one hand on Malfoy’s hip, the other tangling in the hair that curls at the nape of his neck. He knows Malfoy’s been too busy with the Alexander prosecution to get a haircut. Harry pulls back and they’re both a little breathless.

“I can’t believe you safeworded out of a party,” Harry says and Malfoy flashes that quick, sharp grin that never fails to get Harry’s heart racing.

“I really, really needed to get out of there,” he says and leans in to kiss Harry again. No matter how many times they do this, every time it feels new.

“Oh yeah?” Harry says softly against Malfoy’s lips, loving the way they curve under his own. “You have somewhere more important to be?”

“Yeah,” Malfoy murmurs in response. “I do.”

The first drops of rain hit Harry’s face and he pulls back reluctantly.

“And where’s that?”

“With you,” Malfoy says simply, and then shifts, winding an arm around Harry’s waist and Harrry’s arm automatically wraps around Malfoy’s back as Malfoy starts them walking down the street to the closest Apparition point. “Let’s go.”

“My place?” Harry asks, and feels something big that he can’t quite name yet filling up his chest as Malfoy nods and tips his head onto Harry’s shoulder for just a moment. 

Harry turns his head to brush a kiss to Malfoy’s cheek, but he misjudges and instead it lands on Malfoy’s ear. Malfoy snickers at that. The rain starts to come down harder but they don’t walk any faster.

Malfoy glances over at Harry and then smiles, slow and sweet in a way that he so rarely is.

“Yeah,” he says finally. “Let’s go home.”

[sunnyie-eve]

2 | Your House

Series: Little Things

Paring: Mattheo Riddle x OFC Potter!

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: Might be a few mistakes

| MASTERLIST |

"Blimey, is that the time? Sorry. I'm gonna have to leave you both. Dumbledore will be wantin his, uh... well, he'll be wantin to see me. Now, your train leaves in 10 minutes. Here's your ticket. Stick to it. That's very important. Stick to your ticket." Hagrid hands us our tickets so we look at them.

"Platform 9 3/4? Umm Hagrid... there's no such thing as this platform." I look up and he was gone. "Now what?" I ask Harry.

"Guess we find the platform." He says and we go on our way to look for the platform.

"There is no such thing, Harry." I say as I see no platform 9 3/4.

"Excuse me, Sir." Harry goes over to a man to ask for help but he thinks we are joking.

"It's the same every year packed with Muggles, of course. Come on." We hear a lady so we go follow her and her family.

We watch as one by one run into one of the pillars and no one takes notice to it happening. Harry and I go over asking how did they do that.

"How to get into the platform? Not to worry dear, it's Ron's first time to Hogwarts as well. Now, all you've got to do is walk straight at the wall between platforms 9 and 10. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous." The woman explains to us.

"I'll go first and wait on the other side for you." Harry tells me then runs through.

"Your turn dear." The woman smiles at me so I then run through.

"Wow." I say joining Harry, who nods his head.

On the train Harry and I find an empty cart and take a seat. "Excuse me, do you mind? Everywhere else is full." The red head from the platform, Ron asks us.

"Not at all." Harry tells him so he joins us.

"I'm Ron, by the way. Ron Weasley." He introduces himself.

"I'm Harry, I'm Hazel. Harry and Hazel Potter." We do the same.

"So-so it's true. I mean, do you really have the-the the scar." Ron asks Harry so he shows it.

When the trolley comes by Harry says we'll take the lot so we do. As they pig out and talk I just look out the window. "I'm gonna go for a walk." I get up leaving the car.

"Be back soon." Harry says as I walk out.

"Excuse me, have you seen a toad. A boy lost one." A girl asks as I walk down the train.

"Nope, sorry haven't seen one." I let her know. "I'm Hermione Granger." She introduces herself.

"Hazel Potter." I smile and her jaw drops.

"It's nice to meet you. Now, excuse me." She walks past me and I continue.

"Did I here you say you're a Potter?" A girl with a bob haircut pops out of a car.

"Yeah, you are?" I ask her.

"Pansy Parkinson." She puts a hand out so I shake it.

"Hazel Potter."

She smiles then pokes her head into the car she come out of, "Draco, It's one of the Potter Twins." She tells someone then pulls me in.

Inside there was two bigger boys sitting next to each and across from them was a bleach blonde boy.

"Wow, the Potter's at Hogwarts. I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. This is Crabbe and Goyle." He introduces himself and his friends.

"Hello." I nod my head at them. "I should go change into my robes." I back out of the cart.

"Hopefully we end up in the same house." Pansy smiles as I leave.

"You're back." Harry smiles as I join them again and get my robes to go change into.

When we get off the train all of us students are met with Hagrid. "Hello, Harry, Hazel." Hagrid tells us so we say hey back to him.

Hagrid leads all of us to the boats towards the school. It was just an amazing sight to see. Once inside we are met with an older lady who tells us about being sorted into our houses. "They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin." She names them then explains that our houses will be like our families.

"Trevor!" A boy shouts grabbing his toad making some of us giggle.

"I still can't believe it's true. The Potter twins have come to Hogwarts." We look over to see Draco and others gasp. "This is Crabbe and Goyle... And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." He introduces himself to Harry this time and Ron snickers. "Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask you yours. Red hair and a hand me down robe? You must be a Weasley." Draco glares at him and it makes me mad. "Soon you will realize that some Wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." Draco puts a hand out.

"I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks." Harry tells him making me giggle and get a dirty look too.

When she comes back we are escorted into the great hall. Dumbledore gives a few reminders before we start the sorting.

"There's not a Witch or Wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin." Ron tells Harry and me.

"Harry Potter." He looks at me.

"You'll be fine." I pat his back as he goes.

"Hmm. Difficult, very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent- oh, yes- and a thirst to prove yourself. But where to put you? Not Slytherin, eh? Are you sure? You could be great, you know. It's all here in your head. And Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness. There's no doubt about that. No? Well, if you're sure... better be... Gryffindor!" The sorting hat shouts.

"Hazel Potter." I'm called up so I take a seat.

"Ahh difficult just like your brother. Very very difficult. You have courage and determination but your ambition with your determination. Where to put you?" The hat thinks.

To be honest I didn't care if I really got Slytherin but part of me didn't only because of what Ron said and I didn't want to lose Harry.

"Well, lets see what happens with a Potter in... Slytherin!" Only Slytherin's cheer and a teacher.

Harry looks at me upset then gives me a smile, "You will be fine."

As I take a seat Pansy pats my back giving me a smile, "We have a Potter." Draco eyes me then rolls his eyes.

While I eat I stay quiet watching Harry chat away. "Wish you were with your brother?" A girl across me asks.

"Well yeah... he's my brother. We're pretty close." I say eating my food.

"Well if you're pretty close your relationship shouldn't change because the house you got put in. I'm Willow." She gives me a smile.

"Nice to meet you Willow." I smile back.

"Oh and this is my best friend Sienna." She motions to the girl next to her.

"Hi, and this is my brother Lorenzo but he prefers Enzo." She rolls her eyes and he hits her.

"It's shorter." He huffs.

"I do the same thing. I use Theo instead of Theodore. Also hi, I'm Theo Nott." A boy next to him says.

"You all know my name." I laugh and so do they.

"Of course we do. Everyone knows the Potters." Theo chuckles.

"The twins that lived." Enzo adds.

"Technically Harry survived the curse... I died first but then came back." I let know know.

"How is that possible?" Willow asks confused with everyone else.

"I don't know. I was just told the other day and they couldn't explain it either." I shrug my shoulders looking away and see a boy with his head down playing with his food.

"He's weird... We all introduced ourselves and he just stared at us." Pansy looks at who I was looking at.

"Maybe he nervous and scared to meet new people." I say as we keep eating.

I get to know everyone a little more and they were nice but at the same time I couldn't stand them because hearing their beliefs about pureblood wizards made me uncomfortable.

After dinner we are escorted to our common room and are told about our password to get in then go to our dorms. My dorm mates were Pansy, Willow, Sienna, and a girl named Daphne.

"I gotta ask... How do you feel about the password being pureblood when you aren't?" Pansy asks me.

"This might ruin the mood but I find it stupid. The whole purebloods being better." I say making the girls look at me.

"We can still be friends if we just ignore our different beliefs." She gets ready for bed and I go down to the common room.

I see the boy that was quite at dinner sitting alone so I walk over to him. "Hi, I'm Hazel, Hazel Potter but you probably knew that." I put a hand out and he just looks at it. "You're not used to making friends? I'm not. I grew up living in a closet being treated badly." I take a seat at the table with him.

"The family I live with told me to just keep my head down and stay quiet." He tells me.

"If you don't mind me asking... What happened to your parents?" I ask him.

"My father is dead and my mother is in Azkaban." He looks at the table.

"I'm sorry... I know how it is growing up with no parents since both of my are dead. But the family you grew up with shouldn't tell you not to make friends. If you ever need a friend, I'll be there." I smile getting up.

"Name's Mattheo. Mattheo Riddle." He tells me.

"Goodnight Mattheo." I go back to my dorm to go to bed.

-

The next morning I get dressed for the day and make sure I have everything in gonna need for all my classes. "Hey about last night... Me and Sienna don't care for the whole purebloods are better thing as well. I think we're the only pureblood Slytherin's that disagree with that belief." Willow tells me.

"My brother on the other hand does believe it. We are all raised that way because of our parents but we know different." Sienna adds before we all go to the common room.

"Morning." I smile to Mattheo as we pass him.

"Morning." He smiles back. "You got the quite boy to talk to you last night?" Pansy joins us. "Yeah." I say as we all head to class. First thing we had this morning was transfiguration. As we were working Harry and Ron rush in late. They said they got lost so she told them they should get a map.

"Really Harry, the first day?"

Harry looks back at me and glares, Do you know how far the Gryffindor room is. You would've been lost too. He turns back around. 

As we all walk to our next class, which was potions, I walk with Ron and Harry. "How is it being a Slytherin?" Harry asks. 

"Not terrible just the others... Pureblood this, pureblood that." I huff. 

"But you're not a pureblood." Ron looks at us and I nod my head. "You remember how I said about no good comes out of Slytherin? Well... I don't think you will go bad. I mean why would you go to a bad side that killed your parents?" Ron says then realizes how he said that. "I didn't mean it that way. I rant at times." He pouts. 

"It's okay, Ron." I laugh at him. 

"Why do you only have red hair?" Ron asks me. 

"Our Aunt Petunia says I take after our mother. So I guess Harry takes after our father." I nod my head.

"You look nice with red hair." Ron smiles making me smile too while Harry gives him a look. 

As we walk I see Mattheo glance back at us. "Who is that?" Harry asks. 

"Mattheo. I'm the first person he's talk to." I tell them as we enter the classroom and Pansy pulls me over to sit with her and the girls. 

"There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few... who possess the prediction... I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death. Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities of formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention." I see Snape glaring at Harry.

"Mr. Potter. Our new celebrity... along with his sister." He looks at him then glances at me before narrowing his eyes in Harry again. He then starts to quiz him and Harry has no clue because we know nothing about this world. "Miss Potter, did you know any of that?" Snape turns to me. 

"No Professor." I shake my head. 

"Why not?" He asks. 

"Harry and I grew up knowing nothing about the wizarding world. Our Aunt and Uncle keep it a secret from us." I tell him the truth before he starts the class.

[jomiddlemarch]

We are never ever getting back together

“Listen, ‘Mione, I’m just going to say it. We don’t work, love,” Ron announced, sitting on the armchair he’d dragged over to face the sofa in what was generally referred to as Hermione’s reading room at Grimmauld Place, in that it was the old library which she’d spent roughly a week scouring, sorting, and reshelving the books that hadn’t tried to bite or burn her Muggle-born hands. She’d Transfigured some of the uglier pieces of furniture from other rooms and made an approximated mash-up of her favorite parts of the Hogwarts Library and the Bodleian. She’d reached a détente with the only portrait that remained, some wizard ancestor of Sirius’s who could at least tolerate a witch with an appreciation for old runes who hadn’t tried to chuck the moldy lot of Hagalaz into the fireplace and who arranged a reading pedestal with an open book to alleviate the boredom of the past two hundred years. She had a bedroom on the third floor, down the hall from the bath, but she was most often found tucked up in a corner of the reading room, so it hadn’t taken any genius on Ron’s part to beard her in her den, so to speak.

The rest of the house was empty, which was either a wise precaution or the stupidest decision he’d ever made in his life.

“What do you mean?” Hermione said, trying to keep her voice even. “I don’t understand—”

“Yes, you do,” he said, looking up at her. He’d picked the chair with the low, squashy seat, that hadn’t taken the Transfiguration especially well, so that she’d focused on the nap of the dark velvet and let the springs go hang. It made him a supplicant, now, which she supposed was a canny decision, one she might expect from someone who was a grandmaster at Wizard chess. “You know and you and I both know you’d never say a word if it was left to you. We’d be married seventy years with a dozen curly-haired ginger grandchildren, and you’d sacrifice everything rather than say it.”

“You don’t want me,” Hermione said. He’d taken Padma to the Yule Ball and he’d left her with Harry when they were hunting Horcruxes—why was she surprised? It still felt like a Bludger to the chest or what she imagined one would be, having had no interest in playing Quidditch for the duration of her Hogwarts education and then having been forbidden (ha!) by Madame Pomfrey after Dolohov’s near-fatal curse in the Department of Mysteries. She tried to focus on Ron’s blue eyes, the furrow in his broad forehead. 

“You don’t want me, love,” Ron said. “I don’t want you to start calling me Ronald in that carefully not-exasperated-yet-totally-exasperated tone, bossing me about like you’re Molly Weasley Junior. I don’t want to squabble and fight and then be those people who are contemptuous or bored with each other. You’ll never walk away, you’re too loyal, not just to me but to the idea of us, and you can’t bear that it was a mistake. Your ideas got us through the War, saved everyone’s bloody lives, but this one’s wrong.”

“A mistake,” Hermione repeated. 

“Well, not a mistake. It made sense to try but it was only meant to be a date or two for us, don’t you think?” Ron said, giving her a wry smile. He needed a shave and a haircut and he’d put on a stone of pure muscle once they’d won the final battle. He was a man looking up at her and she was bedraggled and thin, a streak of white in her chestnut curls like a virgin priestess’s filet. The sleeves of her jersey flopped over her wrists to her knuckles. “Don’t take it so hard, it’s not your fault.”

“Seems like it is,” she muttered. “If you’re breaking up with me.”

“You know better than that,” Ron said. “Think about it—if we hadn’t been dealing with the possible end of the Wizarding world as we know if and the annihilation of the entire Muggle-born and Muggle population—”

“It’s called genocide, Ron,” she put in. He rolled his eyes.

“Fine, if we hadn’t been dealing with all that and the genocide and you having to hide your parents, et cetera, if it had been normal, we would have gone out a few times. A Hogsmeade weekend, a dance, a walk around the lake. We would have snogged without having to break it off to face down a melagomaniac—”

“Megalomaniac,” she corrected.

“Bloody Riddle. Anyway, we could have tried it out and seen that all there was was a flicker of attraction but mostly friendship,” Ron said. “I like you, ‘Mione, and I think you like me. That’s enough. We don’t have to be this perfect love story and you know we won’t be.”

“You have to work at relationships,” Hermione said.

“Not this bloody hard, love,” Ron said. The kindness in his voice was too close to pity and it hurt. 

“There’s no need to be rude,” she snapped.

“I don’t mean you’re difficult and I’m a saint, far from it,” Ron laughed. “I mean, we’re alike in all the ways that make it hard and not alike in the ways we need. You don’t have to work this bloody hard, ‘Mione, to be happy with someone and I truly think that if you weren’t with me, you’d be able to find the person you want.”

“I suppose you have someone you want to be with instead of me,” she said.

“Nope,” he said. “I just want to a chance to figure it out. To play, to not have everything be so bloody serious. Everyone pairing off and repopulating the entire Wizarding world before we turn twenty-one, for sweet Circe’s sake.”

“Your mother won’t like that,” Hermione said.

“She can stuff it,” Ron declared. “Besides, Fleur’s up the duff again and this time it’s twins, so that’s her sorted for a bit. Bill has his work cut out arguing that Shell Cottage can hold all of them and they don’t need to move closer to the Burrow. Plus, I think Ginny’s going to sign with the Harpies and Mum is up in arms about the first Weasley witch not to sit her NEWTs in like a thousand years, which is bosh because there weren’t NEWTs a thousand years ago.”

Hermione smiled. He was right, she did like him an awful lot, when the other parts weren’t clamoring for her attention or generally getting in the way.

“I’m right about that last bit, aren’t I?” Ron said. “The NEWTs bit?”

“Yes, they’re more recent than a thousand years,” Hermione said. She squared her shoulders and pressed her lips together. She had to like it or lump it and it seemed like lump it was the easier option at the moment.

“I don’t want you thinking it’s because I don’t find you attractive,” Ron said. He laid one big hand on her denim covered knee where her robes had fallen apart and she felt how warm he was. “Thinking about shagging you and then getting to do it were quite honestly the only things getting me through the worst of it these past few years. It’s why I left, innit, when the Horcrux was messing with me, being jealous, thinking you were with Harry when I wanted you all for myself. But that’s not going to be enough for us, for you or for me—”

“I’m to believe you’re being sincere?” Hermione asked. Ron grinned, squeezed her knee and the bit of her thigh that was right above it.

“I got there on my own about not being enough for you. George caught me moping, gave me some older brother advice and general whatfor, telling me I was a twit for thinking getting to shag the brightest witch of our time would be enough for me, that I wasn’t as shallow as that and to buck up,” Ron admitted.

“I would have thought Bill,” Hermione said.

“Nah, I wouldn’t have taken him seriously,” Ron said. “He married a half-Veela, what does he know about being with a regular witch? For the record and before you get your knickers in a twist, I’d say the same about Hagrid, it’s not anti-creature bias.”

“Seems to me you shouldn’t be mentioning my knickers,” Hermione retorted.

“That’s my girl,” Ron replied. “Though, my entire point was that I am quite enticed by your knickers and what’s in them. It’s just not enough for a long-term relationship and you and I, we aren’t made for a fling.”

“If we were, I think we must have flung it by now anyway,” Hermione said.

“We do have the house to ourselves if you’re interested in a last hurrah, love,” Ron said, waggling his eyebrows and smiling. It was the look in his eyes, an appreciative lust, that told her he wasn’t joking.

“And what would you do if I called your bluff and took you up on the offer?” Hermione asked.

“This,” he said, both hands suddenly at her waist, lifting her off the couch and onto his lap. “I’d have my way with you and give you something to remember me by while that git Draco works through a whatchamacallit redemption arc and gets up the gumption to make a move—”

“Draco Malfoy?” Hermione exclaimed. She ended up wrapping her arms around Ron’s neck to keep her balance. His were steady at her hips.

“He fancies you, that’s obvious,” Ron said. “But it is a two-way street. Maybe you’d prefer our snakeslayer Neville? He’s got a whole striding the windswept moors thing these days that’s rather dashing, like that Heath Ledger bloke you told me about in the Muggle book, but without the creepy parts. Or Zabini? Never took the Mark and he’s nearly as clever as you and mad fit.”

“You mean Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights, who’s frankly not much like Neville in a good way. This is a very odd conversation to be having with my ex-boyfriend-and-undeclared-fiancé,” Hermione said. She left out how it was even odder than they appeared to be on the verge of shagging, as if that was something one could be on the verge of. 

“That’s why it’s best we’re about to be best friends,” Ron said, though the word friends was lost a little as he nuzzled the side of her neck. “I’ll have to cede all the filthy details to Ginny though. You can just give me the broad strokes, hm-mm, like that…”

It was all rather a blur after that, hands and lips and Ron muttering about how her skin felt like silk and a grand tussle over denims being pulled off and not Vanished, not this pair which he agreed made her arse look amazing, and she probably would have blushed to recall it afterward anyway, but Harry walking in, stopping dead in his tracks like he’d been hit with Petrificus Totalus, then choking out “You were breaking up—” before he fled the room made her almost wish she had not taken an iron-clad vow against ever using an Obliviate again. 

“He’ll get over it,” Ron said calmly enough after they’d finished, laughing madly like they were drunk on Firewhisky and not multiple orgasms. 

“And if he doesn’t?” Hermione said.

“You leave that to me, love. That’s what friends are for,” Ron said.

[thedrarrylibrarian]

I've been working on this list all month. I really wanted a list that would show the diversity of our Queer community. It's a long list, and I did something a little different. This list has more pairings than just Harry and Draco -- I tried my best to make sure everyone was included and represented in this list.

In case you haven't heard it this month -- you are loved. You are valid. You are important. You are perfect just as you are. Your uniqueness makes our world brighter. I'm proud of you. I am so glad each of you exist. Keep up the fight - you're not alone.

I hope you're safe, I hope you're comfortable. I hope you always have enough to share and friends to share with.

I love you.

🌈 Happy Pride

-The Drarry Librarian ❤️

Pride 2022

Husband by @ladderofyears (108 words, rated G)

Whenever a person recognised Draco for the man he was, a brilliant flare of exultation bubbled inside him.

The Art of (Not) Being Broken by @stargazing-enby (308 words, rated T)

Draco reads an article that explains a few things. And so he shares it with Harry.

The Toothbrush of Commitment by @fleetofshippyships-archive (372 words, rated T)

A stray comment from Pansy makes Draco suddenly realise just how serious his relationship with Harry has become.

The Last Chord by @lqtraintracks (379 words, rated M)

Thousands of people want him. Only one man truly gets him.

Ken and Barbie by Bubblegumhead (805 words, rated M)

What if he wants Ken and not Barbie?

what draco does on thursday nights by @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (1,550 words, rated G)

harry didn't know what draco does on thursday nights. until he mistakenly comes over with takeout.

Haircut by @cavendishbutterfly (1,733 words, rated T)

Draco's cutting Harry's hair short for the first time. He's going to make them look sexy. It'll be great.

Molly Weasley: the Greatest Ally of Them All by orphan_account (2,122 words, not rated)

Aka: Molly Weasley is a supportive and simply amazing human being

[T4T] by @corvuscrowned (2,616 words, rated G)

It was the simplicity of it the ad, tucked away at the end of The Prophet, that made Harry send the first text. “Something of a late bloomer trying to figure out this whole ‘woman’ thing,” the ad read. “Looking for someone who might understand.” And then there it was at the end, like an ancient spell no one but the initiated would understand: “T4T.”

like the sun came out by @academicdisasterfic (3,068 words, rated E)

Harry realises that Draco loves him, and it's like waking up.

Do You Want to Bet on That? by @phd-mama (3,771 words, rated E)

“Oh for god’s sake,” Hermione says, her tone equal parts amused and annoyed. “Just ask him to dance, Harry.”

Be Better Than You Were by @m0srael (4,548 words, rated M)

Harry huffs a laugh of acknowledgement. Then he comes to a decision, one he hadn’t realized he’d been deliberating. He sets aside his mug and descends the remaining stairs before turning and extending his right hand out toward Draco, palm up.

“Draco, would you like to dance with me?” He asks, willing himself not to look away from Draco’s eyes that are suddenly going very wide.

Traitor by @maraudersaffair (4,685 words, rated E)

Pansy never thought she’d teach Transfiguration at Hogwarts. She also never thought she'd work with Ginny Weasley to set Draco up with Harry Potter.

Grazed Knees by @montpahrnah (5,483 words, rated T)

The war is over, except that it isn't, and Ginny is done fighting, except that she's not.

5 Times Harry Tried to Propose (and The Time He Gets it Right) by @carpemermaid (7,300 words, rated M)

5+1 marriage proposals Harry makes to Draco.

Headway by orphan_account (7,482 words, rated M)

“It’s called courting,” Draco spat suddenly, livid and red in the face. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand a single thing about it, actually Potter, since it’s formal, and there are rules, and neither of those are concepts you’d know anything about even if they took on human form and kicked you right in the fucking dick.”

Love to Give by @kittycargo (9,542 words, rated E)

Neville and Harry are in a relationship when Draco moves back from Italy and needs a place to stay. Neville never knew how much love he had to give.

Strikhedonia by @spacediino (10,079 words, rated T)

Strikhedonia, or: the pleasure of being able to say "to hell with it"

Something in the Water by Leontina (10,170 words, rated T)

Ginny and Pansy force a lonely Harry to join them on their road trip through Italy. They fail to mention that Draco will be joining them too

A Home by the Sea by @teacup-tai (10,778 words, rated E)

I press my face against your neck, smelling like home and warmth and peace. This is what being with you feels like nowadays: peaceful, certain, like the waves on the sea in a never-ending dance.

An ode to falling in love later in life. To this kind of love that is mature, stable and comforting.

the way you make me glow by @softlystarstruck (11,090 words, rated M)

In a cottage next to the sea, love blossoms. Or perhaps it’s been there all along.

House Style for Gryffindors by @femmequixotic and @noeeon (11,735 words, rated E)

The Slytherins have always ruled the Sortilegus, a wizarding society magazine popular since the Middle Ages which lost most of its staff during the recent Unpleasantness (informally known as the Campaign against Noses). Pansy Parkinson has just been made the youngest witch ever to head the publication and has been charged with livening up the magazine and helping it move into post-war society whilst maintaining tradition.

Which is all fine by Draco until she brings Harry Potter on staff, an obvious attempt to force Draco into a nervous breakdown by requiring him to work cheek-by-jowl with his arch-nemesis.

sometimes you amaze me by burstofpeony (54,289 words, rated T)

Hermione’s on track to become the youngest Minister of Magic in history. There’s just one issue-- the polls hate her. Well, the polls hate her gayness, specifically. When a solution is presented that could fix everything, who’s she to decline?

❤️ As always, if you find a fic you enjoy, please remember to leave the author a kudos or a comment! ❤️

[vukovich]

Your filthy turkey day challenge (as per your post) should you choose to accept it… Some more musings on the length/width/breadth/magnitude/mass of Ron’s Dong. May the odds be ever in Hermione’s, Harry’s and/or Draco’s favor. There is plenty to go around 😈

"I heard all the Weasley men are hung like that," Theo says into his mug of tea.

"Looks cumbersome," Blaise replies.

Pansy scoffs. "Don't get defensive."

"Maybe that's why his dad started using a cane. Needed a fourth leg to balance out that third one."

All the Eighth Years are crammed into one long table for breakfast, just as they're all crammed into one makeshift dormitory at night, but no one complains, because they feel out of place being back at school, anyway.

Granger is getting increasingly clucky. Harry isn't-not trying to decide if Malfoy got his hair cut or just parted it differently. As far as Harry's concerned, Ron's dick is irrelevant, because it's attached to Ron.

Ron is up at the front of the Great Hall talking to Hagrid, and too many eyes are glued to his crotch when he saunters back to his seat.

Blaise and Theo elbow Draco from both sides, and the tips of his ears turn pink. Harry isn't sure what that means, but it definitely means something.

Blaise spoons marmalade into his oats. "You ask."

"Who wants to know?" Theo asks.

"Not I," Pansy says.

Blaise is undeterred. "For the good of the commonwealth. We must know dimensions."

Theo bites the inside of his lip. "What'll I get if I do?"

Pansy rolls her eyes and dumps her tea into Blaise's oats when he's not looking.

"I'll give you..." Blaise scowls down at his ruined oats, "me not bringing up your sixth year Paris Hilton infatuation for exactly three months."

"I never had a thing for Paris Hilton. Gross."

"And nobody will ever hear otherwise, if you can get us the scoop on the Ginger Menace."

There's a flush creeping down Granger's chest, and Pansy wonders if her nipples are hard.

Harry is ninety percent sure Malfoy got a haircut.

"Alright," Theo says, turning to Ron. "Weasley. Exactly how big's your-"

Granger slams her palms on the table. "I SWEAR TO MOTHER-FUCKING-MERLIN!"

Draco squeaks like a hamster. Blaise clutches imaginary pearls. Pansy is delighted.

"WHY IS THIS SUCH A BIG DEAL TO YOU? WHAT IS IT WITH YOU BOYS?"

Ron rests a hand on her shoulder, but she slaps it away. "EVERY MEAL IS BIG DICK THIS, AND WEASLEY COCK THAT! WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?"

Theo's making a weird, constipated noise. Blaise has to clear his throat twice. "It's just a friendly-"

"OH FUCK RIGHT OFF, ZABINI."

Harry surfaces from daydreaming about touching Malfoy's hair. "She's not wrong. You two do talk about Ron's dick pretty much every time he's not at the table."

Ron looks like he's just swallowed bitter tea.

"It's just-"

Hermione whips a piece of toast at Blaise's face and hits him square in his open mouth. "AND IT'S SEXIST! NOBODY GOES ABOUT THINKING ABOUT WHERE HE PUTS IT OR THAT MAYBE SHE'S GOT QUITE A PACKAGE WORTH DISCUSSING!"

"I do," Pansy says. She's got her fingers wrapped around one wrist, sizing it up. "For the record. I think about it."

Hermione slumps back into her chair. "Oh."

[vampwritersposts]

HARRY POTTER AND THE SORCERER'S STONE REVIEWS :

Well hello people today I'm gonna review the best movie of the century yea hawwy powtah 🥴. but before that I want you to feel the vibes of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry soo we can imagine it well, howw? Alright.

Okayy u've already played the music?? Let's get started

Okayy this kid is Harry Potter. He's look like geek 🤓 he's wearing that round ass glasses and having a bowl haircut. If you don't know him very well u might be thinking that he was a geek, but don't get him wrong. He was actually powerful and son of the great wizard.

His parents have been murdered by Voldemort because they was stand against him. Harry nearly get killed but because the power of love from his mother, that turns love into magically power, harry can finally survived.

Harry raised by his abusive aunt's family. They treat harry like a servant, you can see the difference between Harry and his cousin Dudley. Harry is very skinny while his cousin is soo fat.

At the age of 11 Hagrid came to picking up harry to Hogwarts to study for become a real wizard. He has a friends named Hermione granger and Ron Weasley. And his adventure as a wizard is begin.

HOW DOES THIS MOVIE MAKES ME FEEL.

I feel soo excited because the cgi is soo perfect, the characters is soo relatable. I like how Hogwarts sorting their students and put them to their house, according to the personalities. If I were there maybe I'm a Slytherin and i will be Malfoy's friend. Yea btw i took the test a couple days ago and the results is a Slytherin.

Well anyway i really love the vibes of Hogwarts school, it's soo majestic and perfect. Like they must have been spent soo much money on this movie. And it was in two thousand and fuckin one ( 2001 ).

Well i watched this 2 times. First time i watch is in 2018. and when i get mature like now ( aww 😏 ) i fuckin realised that Harry Potter's plot twist is soo cool, like i didn't expect when the meaning of this movie is deeper than i thought there is a lot of points that i got in this movies;

1. LOVE

2. FRIENDSHIP

3. SACRIFICE

4. BRAVERY

5. AND CARING

Also... From Harry Potter i learned to choose what kind of friends that i want, it determines what kind of person we will become in the future.

[shostakobitchh]

chapter 46 sneak peek!

another rough draft from the opening of the chapter! there’s a time jamp of about two-ish weeks to when term begins for everyone. 

alternatively, Ariel gets bombarded by Weasley children. 

“Ariel!”

Hermione’s head craned out of the carriage, despite the fact that there was apocalyptic rain beating against it, the wind howling in protest. Ariel waved excitedly as Ariel stood at the main entrance, battling to keep her hood on against the storm.

She battled the wind, struggling not to go flying off the steps as the students began barrelling past her to get into the castle and out of the rain. Hermione’s carriage right at the front. Ron nearly fell out after her, ending up with a mouthful of Hermione’s hair as the wind knocked Hermione’s hood off. Ariel grinned as she watched the two of the bicker, the sound music to her ears.

Ariel, unable to help herself, met them halfway down the steps, throwing her arms around Hermione’s neck. They took turns for a minute trying to lift one another off the steps, but when Hermione almost lost her footing, they dissolved into a fit of giggles as the rain left them absolutely drenched.

When they pulled away, Hermione was grinning so hard it looked like her face would split open. “I’ve been so worried!”

“About what?” Ariel teased. “About the owls not being able to send me more than ten books at a time?”

She swatted at her shoulder and laughed. “About you — about Black. I was relieved when you wrote that Professor Dumbledore insisted you come to Hogwarts early, but not being able to see you…”

“I missed you too.”

Hermione hugged her again tightly. When Ariel pulled away, she saw Ron watching them from two steps down, looking very grumpy and very wet.

“We don’t have to do that, right?” Ron asked.

“Shut up,” Ariel said, and then launched herself at him.

Ron sputtered as she pulled away, wiping at his tongue, but he too seemed to look a little relieved. “You two have too much bloody hair.”

Seamus and Dean laughed as they passed, causing Ron to turn beet-red. For a moment, it looked like he was going to break away and follow after them, but he wiped the water out of his eyes instead and shook his head.

“Come on,” Ariel pulled Hermione forward, Ron right behind them. “It’s freezing out here, and the house elves have outdone themselves this time, you should see the spread.”

Hermione grumbled under her breath about slave labor, but Ariel didn’t hear her. Her heart felt it had been surrounded in the Lumos, only ten times brighter. Once they were inside, they took turns drying each other off with some spells, wringing out their cloaks. Ron pointed his wand at their hair, to which Hermione dodged.

“Don’t you dare,” she warned. “My hair will grow three sizes.”

“Really?” a curious expression crossed his face.

“Ronald, I am warning you —”

“Here,” Ariel motioned for her to turn, tying back her hair into a somewhat tidy ponytail. “At least it’ll stay out of your face.’

Ariel did the same to herself and Hermione watched, smoothing down the top of her head to try and de-frizz. “Your hair’s gotten longer, you’re going to need a haircut soon.”

She shrugged. She liked having it long, being able to thread her fingers through it. She’d never been able to do it before — Aunt Petunia had given her haircuts that made her look like a convict. “Maybe.”

They finished drying themselves off, Vanishing the puddles they’d managed to make in the process as they drier students began piling into the Great Hall. Ariel craned her neck over the crowd, still somehow shorter than most of the Second Years, and waved to Lavender and Pavarti, who were excitedly chatting with Padme towards the front of the hoard of people.  

A figure moved to block Ariel’s view, her pale face much healthier, more filled out, her brown eyes wide with hesitation. She almost didn’t recognize her for a second, blinking dumbly until a small, hesitant smile graced her face.

“Ginny —” Ariel started to say, wanting to ask her how she’d been, but she was abruptly cut off when something slammed into her.

Ginny then promptly burst into tears, flinging her arms around Ariel’s neck.

“I’m so sorry —” she blubbered. “I’m sorry —”

“Ginny, Ginny it’s okay,” Ariel soothed, turning red as the other students stared at them.

“I got all your letters, I just couldn’t write back, I couldn’t write it all down after…”  

I have written you down now, you will live forever —

“I know,” Ariel said quietly. “Listen, Ginny, that arsehole ended up turning into Voldemort. It wasn’t your fault, I don’t blame you for what happened. I’m just happy you’re okay.”

She sniffled, wiping at her face. “I should have known, all he talked about was you after a while. I feel so stupid.”

She’s terribly jealous

I was hoping for more than this cliche

“I did too,” Ariel admitted. “Hermione and I knew something was off, we should’ve kept after it more. I’m sorry.”

Ginny just shook her head, almost in disbelief. “Hermione told me everything, all you did for me. How did you manage it all? Killing the basilisk alone —”

Ariel felt her body tense as she remembered the sound of the floor shaking beneath her feet as the basilisk moved, not wanting to relive the memory. She diverted and asked Ginny how she had been doing instead.

Ginny looked away for a moment before saying softly, "I'm okay. It's not easy, but I remember what the Headmaster told me, that there were older and wiser wizards tricked by him." she smiled faintly. "I still have nightmares, I still get scared sometimes when writing... but it's getting better. The Mind Healers helped a lot.”

Ariel squeezed her hand, feeling the same sensation in her chest. “I’m glad.”

“The trip to Egypt definitely helped to take my mind off of it, too. Did Ron tell you in his letters — Fred and George almost locked Percy in one of the tombs.”

As if right on cue, a pair of arms picked Ariel off the ground from behind, squeezing her into a hug.

“Evans, old girl,” said George’s voice as a second pair of arms picked her up. “My, how you’ve grown! We used to be able to lift you over our heads with one arm.”

“Very funny,” Ariel said dryly, but she couldn’t wipe the grin off her face. “Maybe you too are just getting shorter.”

“Or weaker,” Ginny supplied, earning a snort from Ron. “Once I learn that Bat-Bogey Hex, it’s game over for you two.”

George clutched at his heart mockingly, pretending to keel over. “The very thought strikes fear into my heart.”

Ron rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “You’re on your own, mate. I’m not going anywhere near that.”

Ginny shot him an indignant glare before turning back to Ariel with a smirk. “Obviously I can only take them down when they get tired of meddling with each other.”

“Smart,” Ariel agreed. “Divide and conquer.”

“Terrifying,” Fred shuddered theatrically. “It almost worries us as much as that Sirius Black does.”

Hermione shot them both a very cross look, still shaking water out of her hair.

“Any sign of him?” Ron asked Ariel, glancing at the doors at the heavy oak doors as they swung shut. “Dad said he'd be mad as a hatter to try and escape, let alone after twelve years in Azkaban. He was going to write to you, you know, warn you, but Mum thought it’d frighten you…”

Fred gave Ron a little smack on the arm before leaning on his shoulder. “Life of the party, this one.”

Ginny snorted loudly as Ron and Hermione glowered. Ariel sighed and shook her head. “Nothing, I honestly haven’t heard any news about it. Have you?”

“Just a few sightings here and there but nothing concrete.” Hermione interjected, sounding only a little like one of the professors. “Besides, Ariel is perfectly safe here. Black can’t get anywhere near the castle as long as Dumbledore is Headmaster, and that would be without the Dementors keeping guard.”

George shuddered, for real this time. “Awful things, those Dementors. They searched the train on the way here.”

Ariel’s mouth went dry. “What? They did?”

“Yeah,” Ron shivered, rubbing his arms. “I think I would’ve broken out of Azkaban too, if I had to feel like that all the time. I felt like I’d never be happy again.”

“Did anyone faint?”

They all blinked at her. Ariel immediately regretted asking.

“No, but Malfoy came running into our compartment like a bat out of hell.” George grinned. “Slimey little bugger was shaking like a leaf, wasn’t he Fred?”