Regulus Black Joins The Death Eaters, But He’s Really Not Prepared For What He Finds Inside Their Ranks…

Draco Malfoy, a summary

What Harry thinks he’s like:

What his friends think he’s like:

What the Gryffindors think he’s like:

What his parents think he’s like:

What the fandom think he’s like:

What he thinks he’s like:

What he’s really like:

i’m just sitting here dying of laughter thinking about McGonagall looking over Harry in first year like yeah the kid gets into some dangerous shenanigans but it always seems to be for a greater purpose and his heart’s in the right place and he’s so sweet and quiet usually, clearly he takes after his mother Lily thank goodness this is good this boy is good 

and then dead ass one year later kid shows up to school crashing into a tree with his bestie in a flying car instead of just owling the damn school that they’d missed the train and she’s just like DING DONG I WAS WRONG

Me: *asks my followers to send me writing prompts*

My Followers: *send writing prompts to my inbox*

I know it don’t work like that but shhhhhhh, hear me out

Harry Potter AU where they put fidelius charm on Harry himself. Because voldy can’t kill him if he can’t figure out that our boi exists

Teacher: Excuse you, the lesson isn’t over. Where do you think you’re going?

Me: Sorry, Professor, I ran out of energy trying to glare at my nemisis and now I have to go throw a stick for the dog outside to gain even a fraction of it back.

just shut up, Jk Rowling

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Fact: the Gryffindor and Slytherin trios are gay and in love with each other

Quick Guide to Punctuating Dialogue

“This is a line of dialogue,” she said.

“This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a speech tag.”

“This is a full sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence.”

“This is a sentence followed by an action.” He smiled. “They’re separate sentences, because I didn’t speak by smiling.”

They were both slightly drunk, then, on Christmas Eve. It was Neville who threw the party. Malfoy’s cheeks were flushed, his eyes a bright glint in the dark. They had stood on the balcony, which faced north, and the chilly wind bit their faces numb. Harry’s cheeks burned from the cold and the liquor both. It was at once pleasant and confusing.

“No, no. Not the new year’s resolutions.” Malfoy made a face. He was more pliant when he was tipsy, more expressive. “How old. How boring.”

“Well. What’s not old, then?”

“Hmmmmmm.” Malfoy swayed slightly, took a long sip of his champagne. Posh git. “Ah! Let’s play Truth.”

“That is old!”

“I’ll start. How was it, the twenty-fourth year the savior hath graced this world?”

“Lonely,” Harry said. The word simply tumbled out, and only then did he feel the syllables echo through his empty ribcage, resounding through his body. He shivered. “It was lonely.”

Malfoy stared at him. Harry took a quick sip of his beer and hid his face in his scarf.

“I’m lonely, too.”

“’s not what I said,” Harry mumbled.

“Do you want to be lonely together?”

Harry lifted his gaze and stared at Malfoy. Malfoy stared back, his eyes huge and serious. They caught the glimpses of light from underneath, a midnight London. They caught Harry’s reflection.

“Why not,” Harry said.

*

Harry was trying to get the newt to stay on the Christmas tree when Malfoy came, wrapped his arms around his waist, and kissed him on the mouth. He tasted like mulled wine, like cinnamon and star anise, sweet with the bitter tang of orange.

Malfoy pulled away, his arms still around Harry’s waist. He was smiling.

“Happy first-year anniversary,” he said, teasing, “of being lonely together.”

Harry’s smile faltered. It was a jest, he knew. But he wasn’t lonely anymore. He hadn’t been lonely in such a long while, in fact, that he barely remembered what it felt like. All that happened when he thought of Malfoy was a flooding warmth in his chest, brimming and overflowing, and an urge to fight the smile. As though he was afloat.

“Are you?” he asked, voice light. “Lonely, still?”

Malfoy’s face softened.

“No,” he said. “I’m happy.” Then, colors creeping into his cheeks, “And in love.”

Oh.

“Good,” Harry said. “Good. Let’s do that, then.”

“Be happy?”

“And in love.” Harry’s cheeks burned. “Together. Let’s do that together.”

“Oh.” Malfoy smiled, oddly shy. He had flushed furiously down his neck. He looked pretty like that. “Okay.”

“You make me happy, Malfoy.”

Malfoy kissed his chin. “I love you, too.”