“I Didn’t Even Say anything?!?!?..”

*FLIPS TABLE*

GIVE ME GRYFFINDOR DRACO. GRYFFINDOR DRACO WHO GROWS UP BEING TOLD THAT HE DOESN’T BELONG IN HOUSE OF THE BRAVE AND CAN’T STAY IN THE COMMON ROOMS BECAUSE HE’LL BE DESTROYED, SO HE FREQUENTLY STAYS AS FAR AWAY FROM THE COMMON ROOMS, INCLUDING HIDING OUT AFTER CURFEW.

GIVE ME SLYTHERIN HARRY, WHO LEARNED THAT HE’D MAKE FRIENDS IN THE HOUSE OF THE SLY AND CUNNING. GIVE ME HARRY WHO IGNORES THE WHISPERS OF HIM BECOMING THE NEXT DARK LORD. GIVE ME HARRY WHO LEAVES THE COMMON ROOM AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE BECAUSE IT’S TOO COLD.

GIVE ME RAVENCLAW RON, WHO FEELS WRONG, BECAUSE HE THINKS HE’S THE FARTHEST THING FROM SMART, WHO GETS LOCKED OUT OF HIS COMMON ROOM BECAUSE HE CAN’T FIGURE OUT THE PASSCODE.

GIVE ME HUFFLEPUFF HERMIONE, WHO CONSTANTLY LEAVES THE COMMON ROOM BECAUSE ITS MUCH TOO LOUD. WHO FIGHTS THE STEREOTYPE OF HUFFLEPUFFS BEING LEFTOVERS.

You still with me? Good because remember how I said they all stay out of their common rooms?

GIVE ME ALL FOUR MEETING AND BECOMING ACQUAINTANCES, THEN BEST FRIENDS.

Draco takes time to warm up to them, but slowly starts losing that prejudice(through a lot of corrections from Ron and Harry sometimes Hermione).

Give me them becoming friends and starting house unity.

Give me Draco bashing someone in the face for calling Hermione mudblood.

Give me Harry ruining someone’s status for making fun of Ron’s family.

Give me Hermione chewing someone out for calling Draco a carbon copy of his father.

Give me Ron asking his Fred and George to prank someone bad for starting rumors about Harry.

Give me all of them being protective of each other because they’re the only family they’ve got here.

You’re in a Zoom meeting, Harry

The most unrealistic thing about Hogwarts is there is no overt petty drama?? There are like 5 kids per year who have to live together for SEVEN YEARS and they can do MAGIC. You can’t tell me the muffliato charm wasn’t used to talk mad shit about people. How many witches hexed their best friend’s dress robes to always be one size too small because they were fighting? And you expect me to believe that people ACTUALLY stayed in bed during curfew instead of flying through the Scottish highlands? Also the castle is designed to ruin your fucking life. Can you imagine being drunk on the moving staircases?? That’s an entire mythology of student stories in and of itself. I’m just saying, when I was in high school someone locked and duct taped a car alarm into a locker and then set it off for two hours straight and I’m 95% sure he wasn’t even a wizard

Reblog if you write fic and people can inbox you random-ass questions about your stories, itemized number lists be damned.

Being a writer means having like 5 baby name websites bookmarked, a very suspicious browser history, and a vast amount of knowledge about seemingly random topics like when stop lights were invented or how much blood you can loose before passing out.

I still wonder what it’s like to Feel the firm grip of your hand Imagining the quiet whispers of “I’m sorry, I understand,” &  Loving you’s a living hell But I want to do it well & I don’t know how

- Like Hell, @staganddragon

I feel like the problem ppl have when constructing redemption arcs is people make 'the character realizes what they've done is wrong' the end step instead of like...one of the earliest ones. a satisfying redemption arc doesn't resolve when the character first feels sorry, it resolves when a character has really journeyed towards atonement and made enough change in themselves to achieve some kind of symbolic victory over who they used to be

Harry hadn’t actually meant it when he told Draco that “he should try not getting arrested every few weeks.” At the time maybe he had, but Harry had grown antsy over the past few weeks.

Things had been quiet. Too quiet.

“You’d like to what?” the Head of the Aurours department asked.

“I’d like to conduct a search for Draco Malfoy,” Harry replied. Ron stood at his side looking unimpressed. Search missions required back up by law, and Harry had managed to convince a reluctant Ron to be his.

“He’s not going to give this up,” Ron pointed out.

“You know what, fine. Fine. But make it quick.”

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Harry found Draco in the basement of Fangtasia brooding at 11am on a Thursday.

“You’re not wearing the necklace,” Draco pouted.

“That thing was bloody hideous Malfoy,” Ron said defending his friend. Draco actually looked almost offended.

“Come on Draco we both know that you usually have much better taste,” Harry said as gently as he could. Draco had clearly been struggling ever since he’d become a vampire, and as amusing as it was to watch, Harry wanted Draco to accept himself and find happiness...preferably with Harry.

“I knew you liked the leather,” Draco said proudly gesturing to his current outfit. Harry just shook his head and decided not to start this arguement.

“Draco are you okay?” Harry asked. The basement was windowless, but well lit. Draco sat at the head of a long table filled with unoccupied seats.

“None of them came,” Draco said looking at the empty seats around him with dismay.

“None of who came?” Harry asked.

“I tried to construct a founders council, and invited all the prominent Vampire families, but no one showed up,” Draco sulked. Harry nudged Ron before the boy could start laughing.

Harry was prepared for this. Harry had researched the Vampire Diaries when he’d realized Draco’s habit of picking up the identies of famous fictional vampires.

Harry spent the rest of the day making calls with Draco. They ended up enlisting Luna’s help and instead created a council of influential magical minorities.

Harry hopes that this was a good substitute for the support groups Draco had opted out of having. But wasn’t surprised when Draco ended up back in his office a week later.

Vampire Draco XD

LISTEN YOU… I WASN’T SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONE WRITING THIS GOD DAMMIT! Tagging @violetclarity for inciting shit too. :D

Word count: 200

Harry sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose for what felt like the 20th time this month. Today was supposed to be a normal day, his day for paperwork and non-magical nonsense. So when his eyes fell on Draco, sitting as casually as possible in Harry’s office chair, Harry knew his day was done.

“What did you do this time?” Harry sighed, waving his hands in a way that indicated Draco should get the fuck out of his chair.

“I asked a wizard if he knew what I was….”

Harry looked at Draco quizzically. “What’s wrong with that?”

Draco sighed and reached into his pocket, pulling out a handful of glitter. Harry stared, already knowing where this was going but really hoping it wasn’t.

“Draco… Please tell me you didn’t.”

“….I did.”

Harry let his head fall to his desk, hands pulling out his hair in hard tugs.

“But- But, just listen! It was going great, I was broody and reciting poetry. He was totally hooked.”

“And then…?”

“And then I threw glitter in his face.”

“Draco, what the actual fuck? That’s not even… The vampire in that book fucking actually sparkles. Like “diamonds”… He doesn’t throw sparkles.“

“Oooooh….”

muggle 1: hey, do you ever hear from that kid in primary school with the weird name…hermione, that was it.

muggle 2: nah she kinda dropped off the radar a while back

muggle 2: weird thing though, her parents moved to australia for a bit and stopped talking about her

muggle 1: what?

muggle 2: yeah, like, my mum’s friends with her mum, and they just moved one day? hermione wasn’t with them, though, and they stopped mentioning her at all

muggle 1: didn’t she go to some fancy boarding school? i bet she’s, like, training to be a spy

muggle 2: dude, you’re so full of shit