One Time, Gryffindor Reached Exactly 69 House Points, And For Two Whole Weeks They Managed Not To Gain

hi! if you’re still taking requests may i ask for draco laying his head down on harry’s lap and harry is just stroking draco’s hair

more cuddles and sweaters >:)c

harry potter gently brushing a stray piece of hair away from draco malfoy’s flushing face. reblog if you agree

So I’m applying to go to University in July...

Me, writing a Personal Competencies Statement: How do I say, ‘I write gay wizard porn in my spare time’ but in an academic kind of way?

Like this,

'I am a prolific writer of relationship based fictional fantasy stories which I publish periodically in an online community of like-minded authors.’

Good stuff.

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“I don’t know what I was expecting. Something flashier, I guess?”

“What, I’m not impressive enough? I just saved your life.”

“Next time, do it with flair.”

Hundreds of innocent people are dying and being raped every day, stop doing whatever you are doing right now and inform yourself. Talk with others about it and share.

Imagine your sister/mother/aunt and possibly even you was being raped by multiple adult men, DISGUSTING

And it goes on every single fucking day. This sounds like pure hell. People are hiding everywhere they can, probably not getting out and getting enough food. There is so much shit wrong with that.

And lastly, it doesn’t matter how much influence you have on social media or what your status is as long as you post just one single thing about what is happening right now. You are helping. Look, I for example have 20 followers, but do I care? No, maybe only 5 of my followers will see this, but that’s better than 0.

And if you live in one of those countries mentioned above, PLEASE donate if you are able to.

Regulus Black joins the Death Eaters, but he’s really not prepared for what he finds inside their ranks…

« Maybe hot chocolate wants to be called beautiful chocolate once in a while, how about that? »

Remus Lupin, drunk off his arse at a Gryffindor party, probably

8th Year, Draco is tentative friends with the trio, they study together. Draco and Harry are shagging in secret (everyone knows Draco is with someone, no one suspects Harry).

Harry snagged some cauldron cakes and passed one to Draco.

“Fattening me up, Potter?” Draco asked, even as he bit into it. “I am capable of feeding myself.”

Harry snorted. “Wouldn’t know it from your skinny arse.”

“Look at my arse often, do you?” Draco smirked.

“It’s a fine arse,” Harry said, winking at him.

“Watch yourself!” Draco snapped playfully. “This arse is taken.”

“Quite often, I imagine,” Harry couldn’t help but reply.

Across the table, Hermione inhaled sharply, and Ron choked on his mouthful.