Saw This On Instagram And Felt Like Tumblr Should See It Too

okay but honestly I WAS GONNA GO TO BED EARLY BUT IM TOO MUCH OF A DRARRY TRASHCAN FOR THAT

Imagine Draco being so stupidly smart that Harry’s favorite activity is putting on dumb game shows and watching Draco get every question right.

Imagine Draco writing Harry notes with the most obscure quotes ever on them but they’re all rlly pretty and romantic but sOMETIMES the vocabulary is way too difficult for Harry and so Harry is all “Again. In /English/” 

Imagine Draco being fluent in four languages and mediocre and three more. iMAGINE DRACO SWITCHING BETWEEN LANGUAGES. Like, he loves going on angry tirades in Italian because it sounds better. 

Imagine Harry using Draco as his go-to encyclopedia because asking Hermione a question just results in lectures but Draco just answers the question directly and hangs up. 

Imagine Draco knowing exactly what each flower symbolizes. 

Imagine Harry being so ridiculously smitten and proud of Draco that he’s always saying “Oh im sure my boyfriend could tell you. He’s vry smart.” 

Imagine “Let me ask my boyfriend” being one of Harry’s most common phrases. 

Imagine Draco having multiple scripts memorized and cuddling harry and kissing him while reciting the enTIRE Romeo and Juliet balcony scene. 

IMAGINE GENIUS DRACO. BECAUSE ITS CANON. AND HIS SMARTS NEED TO BE IN MORE DRARRY FICS. 

i wonder when harry told ron and hermione that the dursleys used to make him live under the stairs

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

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:

Draco no.

(Based off this post)

Harry: Draco.

Harry: why is the outside of the flat painted in rainbow colours

Harry: Other people live here too

Draco: It’s pride month Harry! Gotta get in the spirit!

Harry: Does it come off?

Draco:…

Draco: It’s 20gayteen it’s pride year Harry! It doesn’t need to come off

Harry: That’s a no then

harry: CAN YOU NOT

draco: what

harry: MAKE STUPID LITTLE PAPER CRANES LIKE YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH ME

draco: have you looked inside those cranes?

harry: no *opens paper crane* *sees an animated harry and draco holding hands with love* *opens more* *there is one where they kiss*

draco:

harry: oh

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.

Lily: this is what I want to be wearing when my husband dies under mysterious circumstances.

Sirius: yes. Exactly. Standing out on a balcony that overlooks the sea, smoking a long cigarette and the police come to question me and I say “what are you implying officer? I loved my husband!”

Lily: *nodding* yes, yes. I offer them fresh tea in the cups that just happen to be set up waiting for them.

Sirius: nah, fuck the tea. I’m drinking a Cosmo. And I have a pet pig and I casually mention that pigs can devour a human body in under an hour…

Lily: not sure about the pig, but I have a rose garden and I mention how good fertilizer helps them grow.

Sirius: ah yes, and we walk down a beautiful staircase, our perfectly manicured hands running down the ornate banister.

Lily: of course. No other way to do it.

James:….

Remus:….

Lily:…

Sirius:…

Remus: ….pig needs to be in a matching robe.

James: and a flower crown made of roses

Lily: they’re right.

Sirius: yes… Too bad they have to die.

((Based on a conversation with @iforgotthesardines about this robe: