As readers we only know what Harry notices/pays attention to, and although we have no idea what color Cho’s eyes are or what Zacharias Smith’s voice sounds like, we know a lot about Draco Malfoy. Consider. We know:
His hair is blond. But not just blond. It’s a particular, white-blond color that gleams in the sunlight.
And very sleek, but loose enough that it falls around his face if he moves around vigorously enough.
He has grey eyes. Not just grey, but specifically light grey.
Harry also frequently describes them as glittering or sparkling.
He presumably has a sweet tooth as he gets regular sweets packages from home delivered by his eagle owl.
He has very pale skin which takes on a grayish tinge when he’s sickly.
He tends to narrow his eyes when he’s angry.
He doesn’t blush when he’s embarrassed but he does flush - just enough to give his skin a faint pink tinge.
He tends to move his hands a lot when talking animatedly.
His speech has a very specific drawling cadence and tone that makes his voice easily recognizable (to Harry at least).
This is all in canon.
Meanwhile, even though Harry and Ron are together practically 24/7 for seven years, we only find out that Ron’s eyes are blue halfway through Deathly Hallows.
The Brightest Witch of Her Age.
AU in which Snape has a potions show a la Gordon Ramsay style
-“You call this a potion, Smith? I wouldn’t even use it to scrub the lavatory.”
-“Abysmal attempt, you’re out.”
-“Hmm…this is… adequate.”
-*looks at subpar potion* “I would’ve preferred it if the cauldron had exploded.”
-*contestant reaches for their wand* *Snape materialises out of thin air* “What the *beep* do you think you’re doing? You *beep* *beep* *beep* dunderhead. *Beep* oxygen thief!”
One time, Gryffindor reached exactly 69 house points, and for two whole weeks they managed not to gain or lose any by being as boring as possible. It was finally broken when Hermione was awarded 10 points for some good Charms homework, and Ron was subtracted 20 for yelling “FUCKS SAKE HERMIONE” in response
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.
daniel radcliffe calling out j.k. rowling on her bullshit is big dick energy
Harry: Hey Draco, guess what this shirt is made out of.
Draco, rolling his eyes: We’ve been dating for years, Potter. I know it’s boyfriend materi—
Harry, getting down on one knee: Wrong. It’s husband material.
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