A Gift For @quicksilvermaid​ Commissioned By @drarryruinedme7 Who Requested A Scene From Quicksilver’s

So I’m trying to write (again), but this time I’ll be here too...

...probably just talking to myself

so my boyfriend and I tried roleplaying the other day and we did the whole “professor and bad student who needs to pass” thing, only he wanted to be the professor, so I had to be the horny and failing student. I’m the valedictorian of my senior class of 400 and I have a horrible phobia of flunking, so when he whispered “you’re failing my class, you naughty girl” in my ear, I started crying and we had to stop

ok but draco malfoy as a hot queer millionaire fashionista with high cheekbones and a crush on harry potter is literally my religion

Knowing his godfather will not approve of skipping class to see The Bent-Winged Snitches, Teddy Lupin calls for some spiritual intervention.

have you ever seen the english subtitles for a chinese bootleg of harry potter and the chamber of secrets?

because

they’re

great

full album here

has been opened

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.”

To Be Written

Source: Steven Ingels

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

“listen… harry’s in trouble, and we could tell mum and dad, but I reckon we should just steal the flying car and go kidnap him in his muggle neighborhood, even though I’m 12 and you’re both 14 and this is a crime and the three of us cant drive”

“excellent”