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And I will stumble and fall. I'm still learning to love Just starting to crawl.

Say something, I'm giving up on you. I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you. Anywhere, I would've followed you. Say something, I'm giving up on you.

And I will swallow my pride. You're the one that I love And I'm saying goodbye.

fanfic: Back to Black

not me actually trying to draw something in digital after 10+ years without a pen or a tablet 

hopefully ginny & draco in progress (updated)

There was a time in his life, when he didn’t know her.

When he didn’t know Ginny.

It feels almost impossible now, a decade after.

Ten years.

Ten years of knowing her. Six years of loving her. Five years of missing her.

He still loves her. Even though they spent half of the time they knew each other apart. Even though the last time they kissed was when he was seventeen, and he’s twenty two now. Even though he moved on to being with somebody else – to loving somebody else. 

Harry never stopped loving her.

He couldn’t.

High Fidelity by lucid dreaming

“Well, that was a bit stupid of you,” said Ginny angrily, “seeing as you don’t know anyone but me who’s been possessed by You-Know-Who, and I can tell you how it feels.”

Harry remained quite still as the impact of these words hit him. Then he turned on the spot to face her. 

“I forgot,” he said. 

“Lucky you,” said Ginny coolly.

HP Next Gen Ships: Scorily/Scorlily

It was a big surprise to everyone when the most energetic Potter began to date the calm and collected Malfoy.

Lily Luna was very much a rocket in terms of energy: always shooting for the stars. She was loud and bubbly and bouncy. Scorpius Malfoy was usually seen with either her brother or by himself, either reading a book or parchment. When he was with her, Scorpius felt like the sky really was the limit, and yet when Lily was with him, she felt more grounded than ever before.

Their relationship was like the stars in the sky: better seen from afar, otherwise you would get blind at how bright they burned. He was the simple black-and-white while she screamed colour.

She should have been firm. She should have told him to go. It was a bad idea, him being here in her room. What if Lily had a nightmare and came looking for Mummy? What if Harry did hear them? Or worse, what if Ron did? But she was tired, dammit. She was tired of her own family acting like she was the villain. As if she’d broken poor Harry’s heart – which she bloody well hadn’t, thank you very much. Never mind her own heart, which had been ignored in the process. And with Draco… Merlin help her, but he made her feel that spark she’d been missing – only it wasn’t a spark at all. It was an inferno burning hot. She might go down in flames with it, but selfishly, she didn’t c a r e. [x]

i still have some!

Do you guys remember when Boyd Holbrook was the perfect Dream Cast for Draco Malfoy and Cynthia Decker was the perfect Dreamcast for Ginny Weasley, because I do!!?

The edits and graphics were mind blowing gorgeous and they fed the flames for all Fire and Ice shippers until we had an uncontrollable inferno and we all rejoiced in it's flames.

Ah, I miss those days....

I miss that ship.

Dang, I feel old.

He had been at the epicenter the disaster breaking like a wave across the wizarding world until it drowned his family and broke his beliefs and crushed every hope he ever held. He’d emerged out of the putrid labyrinth as soiled as the next wizard, Death Eater or not, more dead than alive until the day she walked back into his life.

fallenwitch, “where the hell is she?”