8th Year Harry:- Wears Eyeliner, Baggy Jeans And Oversized Hoodie (+tattoos), Simultaneously Does Wandless

OK but Draco getting visibly annoyed every time he hears someone say that Harry is the Heir of Slytherin is so relatable because which among us hasn’t had that reaction when we hear people wildly mischaracterizing one of our blorbos?

What the FUCK. What the FUCK.

I notice everything. I just don't say anything.

microfic may day 3: coffee

drarry. 273 words. this is unequivocally the stupidest thing I’ve ever written.

After the war, rumour had it Draco Malfoy disappeared. Puffed up and away in a cloud of smoke because he was cursed by Voldemort.

Rumour then had it that he ran far, far away.

Rumour also had it that he was completing a potions mastery somewhere exotic, and that one day he’d return home.

The one thing rumour didn’t have was a timeframe. So naturally, Harry was quite surprised to attend his 3pm appointment and come face to face with Draco Malfoy.

“Err. What did you say her name was again?”

“Coffee, Potter. Please do keep up.”

“Because the scales on her head look like coffee granules and you think they’re multiplying?”

“Well, yes. But there’s more. She’s been more tired than usual. And she’s not been eating too much. All in all, rather concerning.”

Harry poked around at the speckled snake coiled around Draco’s hand. A forked tongue gently lapped at his fingertip and was that a wink?

He cast his usual diagnostic charms which all pinged a gorgeous, normal green.

“I can’t see anything unusual, Malfoy. I’ll give you a standard vitality potion and check back in next week.”

Draco baulked. “There’s nothing wrong? At all? Are you sure?”

Harry gave him an affirmative nod and Coffee a gentle scritch under the chin. “I’ll see you both next week. For a check up.”

Draco was gracious enough to thank Harry for his time on the way out.

Though the more Harry thought about it, he was pretty sure the parting hiss from the reptile translated roughly into something like:

Foolssss. 10 yearssss apart and all he talkssss about issss you.

like minds shitpost (6/6)

pansy: okay, draco, we’ve been at this for hours. i know you can do it. just say it slowly, okay?

draco: okay.

pansy: now repeat after me

pansy: will you

draco: will you

pansy: go out

draco: go out

pansy: with me

draco: with me

pansy: harry

draco: harry

pansy: will you go out with me harry

draco: choke on a snitch and die, potter

pansy: DRACO NO!

i have once again reread running on air

Nobody gives me butterflies anymore, y'all just give me brain damage.

One more update for today, I decided on a title quicker than expected and was able to post it! It's a short first chapter, shorter than I thought tbh, but it's up now! "Interconnected" by 0lith3gh0st

I've started writing a (possible) fic for like minds because it's taken over nearly my entire mind, and I've read nearly all of the fics on ao3 by now. This is what I've got at the moment, i can't decide if i should post it. I've also never actually posted anything on ao3 before, which doesn't help

What do yall think i should do?

Been reading Frankenstein for class recently and Frankenstein seems in love with Henry