dreamydrarry:

Draco: a little higher

Crabbe: i’m trying but-

Draco: HIGHER!

Crabbe: your shoe is digging into my palm!

Goyle: yeah, Draco, *struggles* you’re a lot heavier than you used to be

Draco: *pauses and looks down, offended*

Draco: hang on. are you two calling me fat?

Crabbe: wha-

Goyle: course not! we just-

Theo: he’s coming!

Draco: shit!! never mind. we’ll talk about this later. get me up into the tree! hurry!

Draco: *gets situated in time to play it cool*

Harry:

Draco: WHY SO TENSE, POTTER?!

Harry:

Draco: >:(

Harry:

Draco: my father and i have a bet, you see…

Harry:

Draco: i don’t think you’re gonna last ten minutes in this tournament

Harry: *finally acknowledges Draco*

Draco: :D !

Harry: …

Draco: *flirty ferret jumps down from the tree*

Draco: he disagrees. he thinks you won’t last five!

Harry: i don’t give a DAMN what your father thinks, Malfoy!

Draco: :O ????? wait.

Harry: he’s vile, and cruel… and you’re just pathetic.

Draco: pathetic?!

Harry: *walks away*

Draco: :( ?

Blaise: damn, dude

Pansy: well… there’s always next time…

Draco: shut up! this is your fault!

Pansy: MY FAULT?!

Draco: YOU SAID IF I WOULD JUST ADMIT THAT I’M ACTUALLY ROOTING FOR HIM-

Pansy: TEN MINUTES, DRACO???

Draco: I FLAT OUT TOLD HIM TO HIS STUPID FACE HOW I BELIEVED IN HIM DOUBLE THE AMOUNT THAT MY FATHER WAGERED!!! WHAT MORE COULD HE POSSIBLY WANT FROM ME??? IT ISN’T MY FAULT HIS SKULL HAPPENS TO BE THICKER THAN HIS ARSE!!!

Crabbe: woah, what

Goyle: what

Theo: hold on

Blaise: back up

Moody: wtf lol

McGonagall: wasn’t here. didn’t hear anything.

Harry: wait, what

Draco: what

(via dracolucius-abraxusmalfoy)

egdramaqueen:

kn-rainbowblood:

lupinatic:

mostlyginger:

mostlyginger:

can we just talk about the time that Lupin was recovering from a full moon and Snape taught the DADA class and made all the students write essays on how to kill werewolves for Lupin to read when he got back I hate Snape so much it’s not funny

Lupin gets back and he feels like crap and suddenly his best friend’s son is writing an essay about how to kill him like that is so fucked up

Bear in mind that an ex-Death Eater does this to someone who was in the Order, risked his life fighting against said Death Eaters and lost his best friends to the Death Eater’s genocidal leader, for the sole purpose of screwing him over, and as far as we know he experiences no consequences whatsoever for doing so.

And if that wasn’t enough, he made them write those essays hoping some of them would realize Lupin’s a werewolf. And one did, but Hermione is a fucking DECENT HUMAN BEING and said nothing. Apparently the ‘insufferable know-it-all' can keep her mouth closed, when it’s for something important. Just like Snape didn’t do at the end of the book.

I’m getting mad, so here’s something I’ve realized while reading The Order of the Phoenix again. (Please keep in mind that my books are in Italian and some concepts might be hard to explain, I apologize for my English mistakes)

In chapter 14, when The Trio talked with Sirius, he said that two years before Dolores Umbridge had written a law against werewolves that made it almost impossible for Lupin to find a job.

Now ask yourself this question. Why two years?

What had happened two years before? During Harry’s third year? Oh, right. The Magical World had discovered that one of Hogwarts’ teachers (someone who was in constant conctat with their children) was a werewolf. Does that ring any bell?

But that’s not all! If we take a look at chapter 15, in the Daily Prophet article we can see a familiar name: Remus Lupin. In a newspaper. Where everyone can read it. “The werewolf Remus Lupin”. No wonder he couldn’t find a job!
And it’s not the first time the Daily Prophet has written about him, as it’s stated in the article itself. There must have been a huge scandal when it had all come out.

So basically, when Snape decided he couldn’t bear not having what he wanted (for example, SIRIUS BLACK GETTING KISSED BY A DEMENTOR) and spilled the secret, he didn’t only tell the whole school. He didn’t only tell the kids’ parents. The told the whole Magical World.

He told the whole Magical World that a man who had kept his condition secret all his life was a werewolf.

And the Magical World responded with a law against werewolves.

So, basically, Snape didn’t only ruin Remus Lupin’s life. He ruined the life of every single werewolf in the UK.

But, you know. Bravest man I ever knew.

FUCKING HIT THAT REBLOG SO FAST THANK YOU

(via dracolucius-abraxusmalfoy)

dracolucius-abraxusmalfoy:

snakesandlions-recs:

Rating: Explicit
Words: 17k~
Tags: Angst, Slytherin!Harry, Hogwarts era

Draco’s rendition of the love story that never was.

THIS FIC BROKE ME. The author captured Draco’s voice and his feelings so beautifully and tragically, really, you’d feel for him so much. It’s the story of Draco’s feelings for Harry, his longing, his joy and finally, his heart shattering into pieces. I want to say more but I really don’t want to spoil it. It’s so intense and bittersweet and the ending…oh god the ending.

I’m crying right now. This fic tore me the fuck apart. If you want to feel your heart soar and then have it crushed give this a read

Just crack open my sternum and steal my heart. 💔 so beautiful

astolat:

pennypaperbrain:

ancientreader:

hannibalsimago:

AO3 needs help from European writers!!

https://archiveofourown.org/admin_posts/10637

OTW Legal and our allies have been active in fighting on fan-unfriendly legal proposals in the EU. Since these proposals were introduced in 2016, OTW Legal has submitted comments opposing them and has joined in calls for action against them. We’ve managed to hold them off so far and encourage some revisions, but a key vote will be happening in the European Parliament’s JURI committee on 20/21 June that could have a significant impact on the Internet and fan sites. In particular, two provisions of the current proposal would be bad for fans. Article 11 would impose a “link tax” that would make it more expensive for many websites to operate, and Article 13 would impose mandatory content-filtering requirements on websites that host user-generated content. These provisions have been hotly debated and revised a bit since the last time we reported on them. (For more on recent revisions and debates, see these discussions by the Electronic Frontier Foundation and the Hogan Lovells Firm) But despite revisions, they’re still bad deals for fans. Importantly, they don’t preserve the “safe harbors” that websites rely on to operate, and they don’t include user-generated content exceptions.

Without safeguards for user-generated content, Article 13 would require your favourite websites to implement systems that monitor user-generated content and automatically remove any content that could potentially infringe upon copyright, giving publishing giants the power to block your online expression. Sites like YouTube, Tumblr, GitHub, Soundcloud, etc., could be required to block the upload of content based on whether it has been “identified” by big corporations, rather than based on its legality. The law is still being debated, and it is difficult to predict how it would impact the OTW’s projects, including the Archive of Our Own, if it is passed. Regardless of how this vote comes out, the OTW will work as hard as we can to keep the Internet fan-friendly. But we need your help. The most effective thing you can do right now is contact your Member of European Parliament. You can use one of these tools to e-mail your MEP or call your MEP to tell them that having user-generated content on the internet is important to you.

Here’s what you can tell them: Without safe harbors for user-generated content, Article 13 of the Copyright Directive would stifle free expression on the Internet. We don’t want mandatory filtering. Algorithms don’t understand limitations and exceptions to copyright like parody, public interest exceptions, fair use, or fair dealing, and we don’t want our non-infringing videos, website posts and art blocked because of a biased algorithm created by big corporations. We want the law to protect user-generated works, not harm them.

OTW Legal will keep fighting for fan-friendly laws!

Please signal boost if you can’t help directly!

If any of my followers are in Europe, please help protect the AO3 (and other fannish archives as well)!

@katsuefox

Signal boosting! If you’re a European, please contact your MEP to vote against Article 13! 

https://changecopyright.org/en-US/

More info: https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2018/06/eus-copyright-proposal-extremely-bad-news-everyone-even-especially-wikipedia

(via dracolucius-abraxusmalfoy)

icanhelpyouthere:

Slytherin  x  Hufflepuff  Relationships   (photos not mine)

“ I’m  glad  we  hate  all  of  the  same  people. ” 

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bumblebeebats:

It baffles and infuriates me that Hogwarts students don’t take Latin or Greek. Accio? Literally “I summon.” Lumos? Fucking “light.” Expelliarmus? Expel weapon!! Ooooh I wonder what Levicorpus does– you Dumb Ass Bastard. You ILLITERATE. It’s called Levicorpus, it lifts someone’s body, it LEVIES your goddamn CORPUS-

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ibuzoo:

1000 Picspams Challenge | #999 - The Slytherins

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dracolucius-abraxusmalfoy:

Some, and Now None of You.                                                               

 5726k. By teenage_minds

“Everything looks grey, and his stomach drops into his feet. 

Because the room looks exactly the same as it had last night, every displaced sock and jumper, every discarded pair of pants left carelessly on the ground, and trousers slung over chairs. But something is unmistakably different. Something is wrong. 

When he stands, Harry feels like his whole world is starting to unravel. Like somebody has pulled on the loose thread of knitting, and the stitch it running. It takes walking all the way into the bathroom for Harry to really realize what’s different. To process what he thinks he has suspected since the moment he awoke to the wasteland of a bed.

Fifteen years ago, waking up to an empty bed was unthinkable. Ten years ago it was uncommon. Two years ago, it became a regular occurrence. But this emptiness was different. Draco was gone. The bed was cold, and his scent has faded from the room. The shower is dry, and the lemon scented steam is missing. Harry can sense it; the house is empty.

He feels like he’s been left alone with a ghost.”

Hey guys, I wrote a thing, but it’s too long to post here so, go check it out!

leader-of-standing-purgatorians:

princess-romanova:

So I hadn’t yet come out to my mum and today I got home to see that someone had changed the cover on my bed to this

And then I saw that they left a note on the bed, so I went over to take a look at it and

My mum is the best 

Whenever I see this I think well what if you weren’t gay and you came home one day to this

(via hijerking)

wheezeplease:

Harry shuffles some papers around the desk. He folds some parchment into neat squares. He lines his textbook up with the table edge. He checks the stash of ink bottles in his bag. He ruffles and then straightens the feather of his quill. He engraves circles into his textbook with his wand. He flicks his hair away from his eyes. He kicks the table leg. He pops his knuckles.

Ron finally raises his head, and a questioning eyebrow, annoyed, and fed up of his friend’s fussing. Harry just shakes his head. He can’t concentrate. He is sorry for being so twitchy. But he can’t help it. And it’s all Malfoy’s fault.

They must have gotten carried away last night. They met in the Astronomy Tower. Midnight, sharp. Just like they do most nights. They stayed there for some time. No insults were hurled, no wands were drawn, no skin was tarnished. Well…

Draco is sitting prettily at his desk, (he always looks pretty), in the middle of Transfigurations, with a rather large, rosy-red bruise on his neck. On the left, close to his ear. It’s right below that adorable mole. 

Harry can’t stop himself from looking. He doesn’t want to stop himself from looking. But every time he glances in that direction he has to grind his teeth and squeeze his eyes shut tightly. He can hardly believe it. He doesn’t believe it. Malfoy always spells away his hickeys.

Harry loves giving hickeys. (Hickey - what a hideous word). Almost as much as he loves receiving them. But Malfoy spells them away, always. Harry likes to make sure Draco hides one, lower down, on Harry’s collarbone. Just so that he can walk about, knowing it is there, a constant reminder that Draco is his, that he is Draco’s. That this is real. Draco doesn’t leave any hickeys on his own skin, no matter how much Harry would like him to. Maybe it’s because Harry wants him to. But Harry couldn’t ask him to leave one, to stop spelling them away. He couldn’t explain to Draco why he likes it so much, why he likes hickeys so damn much, (or why he likes Draco so much!) He can’t even explain it to himself. Nobody likes hickeys. Harry accepts that, he knows that he’s the weird one, it’s not unusual. Malfoy always spells them away.

But today, today he has left it there, on show, for the entire school to see. For Harry to see.

Harry looks up again, he can’t stop it. His boyfriend, (not yet), is staring at their professor. He’s tilting his head to the side, as if he’s interested in what McGonagall is saying. Harry knows him better. He knows Draco couldn’t give two shits about Transfiguration. And he knows Draco is trying to drive him crazy. And he knows that Draco knows he is succeeding.

The sunlight makes Draco’s pale skin seem almost translucent, and the mark contrasts harshly against the creamy surface. It’s so fucking obvious. If anyone were to just look at him now, just glance at him, just for a second, they would see it. Notice it. There’s basically a sign above Draco’s head - ‘I’m snogging Potter! Harry licks his lips and imagines it’s the smooth skin of Draco’s throat that he’s tasting. Why does he have to be such a git?

Harry tries to catch Draco’s eye. Tries to glare into those misty pools of silver. Tries to communicate his discomfort, his concern. But the teasing Slytherin purposely avoids his gaze, pretending to be engrossed with Parkinson’s split ends. Harry huffs frustratedly, and he thinks he can see Draco’s mouth twitching. Draco’s mouth is moving. His lips are turning up at the corner. He’s smirking, the bastard.

But then Harry is distracted by Draco’s mouth. As if the movement was intended to distract him in that way. From over here, at his desk, at a distance, those thin lips don’t look like they’re good for much, except maybe sneering. Or maybe that stomach-melting smirk. But once you get close enough, so close that you can see the swirls of blue in Draco’s eyes. So close that you can see the tiny, nearly-transparent birthmark on Draco’s cheek, right below his left eye - that little smudge. When you’re that close, you quickly realise that they are actually perfectly good lips. Pouty, and soft, and addictive, and tasty. Delicious.

Draco ruffles his white hair with an equally fair, bony hand, acting as though it’s a casual gesture. But Draco never ruffles his hair. At least not in public. Actually, he always smooths it back, away from his forehead. He hasn’t done that today. Harry loves it when Draco’s hair is fluffy, fluttering over those high cheekbones of his. Draco knows that. Every move is calculated, measured.

Harry growls. Ron turns back to stare at him again, with wide eyes, he’s alarmed. Harry grits his teeth again and turns his attention back to McGonagall. His nails dig into his palm.

When the bell rings, Harry sweeps the entire contents of the desk into his bag, including Ron’s slimy chunk of wood. They were supposed to be turning a fish into a pencil. Harry’s fish was laying, sweating, on his tile. And his pencil is somewhere on the floor. He throws the grubby bag aggressively over his shoulder, then rushes away from the desk, shadowing Draco as he exits the room. He hastily shouts a last-minute “goodbye!” to Ron without turning back, and dashes out of the room, having to force himself not to run. A gang of Hufflepuffs have overtaken him.

Harry quickly spots Draco’s distinctive platinum hair amongst the crowd. He also notices the tapestry he knows leads to a secret, quiet, desolated corridor. Hurrying forward, he grabs Malfoy’s pointy elbow and drags him away from the crowd. Merlin, everything about that boy is pointy.

Ducking past the flimsy material, Harry dumps his bag and slams Draco against the wall. He swallows the Slytherin’s protests with a heated kiss, and Draco gasps in happy surprise. After a minute, Harry pulls back to nudge Draco’s chin upwards with his nose and stare at the bruise there, tarring that perfect skin. Marking him. Showing Harry that Draco is his. It’s bigger that he first thought, and positioned directly beside his vein, which is throbbing with Draco’s accelerated pulse. Harry smirks and allows his gaze to slide to a spot under Draco’s jaw, finding the other cute mole, biting his lip. Then he reaches down to bite another hickey in beside it, and another. And another.

“Merlin, if I knew hickeys made you act like- mm- this, I’d have stopped spelling them aw- uh- away ages ago!” Draco gasps out, pulling Harry up by his unruly hair.

“Fuck you,” Harry whispers before kissing him again.

(via dracolucius-abraxusmalfoy)