froekenpest:

D: …are you wooing me, Potter?

H: is it working?

well Sirius’ bike had to end up somewhere and I think Harry would gladly take that burden, especially if he can pick up his boyfriend from work or sth so they can be 100 % ostentatious 

besides, Harry still hates flooing imo.

the leather jacket was somehow a success so I thought why not go all the way but I was so wrong omgggg sorry for the extremely oversimplified bike but I had no patience with it. also, I figured it would have to be a bit bigger if Hagrid could comfortably ride it? idk

I’m never doing this again I’m not even joking lmao 

sprout2012:

yesbocchan:

diydrarry:

youarethelightoftheuniverse:

If you want to see me weep, just mention Draco getting a Weasley sweater from Molly.

GOD. SAME THO.

I always always think about in GoF when Molly knits Harry a Hungarian Horntail jumper?! Because the jumpers in the books were SO LEGIT. And like maybe maybe she tries really hard to come up with a cool idea for Draco?? Because she can’t bring herself to knit a snake one??? And that’s so obvious with him being from Slytherin and all but things are DIFFERENT NOW and Draco is different. Softer. Trying so hard.

And I feel like maybe maybe she spends a little extra time on it. Stays up late a few nights. And then maybe, just maybe, when Draco opens up his package from her on Christmas morning, utterly bewildered (“Merlin, Potter, I hardly know the woman”), perhaps he gets a dragon jumper of his very own??? Like maybe a nice soft gray with a cute lil welsh green on it??

‘George, where’s you sister? Everyone, sit down- Would you help me with those over there, dear?’

Mrs. Weasley let at least six colorful packages drop on top of the dinner table which had just been cleaned from all the delicious Christmas food she had cooked for them. Fleur helped with the remaining presents before sitting down next to her husband. Bill bent down to kiss her belly which was almost the size of a watermelon as she stroke his hair smiling softly.

Draco blushed, turning his gaze away to find a small package, a blue one covered in silver stars placed in front of him. He eyed Harry suspiciously but the boy just grinned at him, expectantly. What was he supposed to do? He wasn’t even family, why would he-

‘Now! Go on, open it!! Ronald, I think this is not your package- Oh, Hermione, dear, just like I thought! This color looks lovely on you’

Hermione blushed and let Mrs. Weasley kiss her on the top of the head before grinning at Ron.

Harry opened his package smiling as soon as he saw the sweater was exactly like the one he owned with the Hungarian Horntail, except this one would fit him properly now.

‘Draco, look at this- What… Draco, what’s wrong?’

The room went silent when everyone looked at them. Tears were streaming down his cheeks but Draco didn’t seem to notice them at all. His eyes were blown wide, transfixed on a gray sweater with a green welsh dragon knitted on the front.

Realization hit Harry hard. Draco most likely had never received something handmade before. Something like a sweater.

Harry’s fingers brushed one tear away from Draco’s cheek, startling the boy.

‘I- ah, th-thank you, Mrs.Weasley, this is- this…’

Mrs Weasley hugged him tightly and Draco let a hiccup escape his lips before hugging the woman back.

‘I didn’t know if you’d like it, but, well, it matches Harry’s!’ She grinned at him and Draco couldn’t help but smile back.

He looked over at Harry, lacing their fingers under the table.

‘You’re a true Weasley now!’ George shouted from the door and Harry couldn’t help but laugh at the way Draco blushed furiously.

Draco receiving a Weasley jumper is one of my favourite things. I can see why you couldn’t help yourself @yesbocchan – another brilliant ficlet.

sappypotter:

amazingphilslover:

rilgwilym:

AU where whenever anyone (friends, family, lovers, enemies, w/e) kisses you be it, on the lips, cheeks, forehead, hand, shoulder, etc, etc, etc… it makes that patch of skin momentarily change color and, depending on how strong their feelings are for you, the intensity of that color and how long it lasts varies.

@sappypotter would you PLEASSSe make this for drarry???

Harry Potter’s kisses had always been blue.

Which was a very very unpopular, cold, romance-lacking colour, a colour that was reserved for old acquaintances, colleagues, classmates – anything but a soulmate.

At first he hadn’t minded.

His life was busy enough, anyway, much too weird and fucked up to be involved with anyone seriously.

He hadn’t even blamed Ginny when everything colored blue, their dates like a cloudless sky, a cold but beautiful color nevertheless.

Now, however, he had enough.

Harry wanted what everyone had, he wanted to see his skin flush in orange and yellow and pink, he wanted warmth and affection – he wanted someone he belonged with.

So he tried.

He went to every party, to every miserable dating event (much to the enjoyment of his fanatic admirers) but it still hadn’t worked. Everything was still blue, a gorgeous but persistent blue.

That was until, on a rainy afternoon during a reunion at Hogwarts, Harry threw all caution in the wind and asked his old arch-nemesis Draco Malfoy to kiss him.

Harry Potter’s kisses had always been blue.

But when Draco’s soft lips met his, everything turned red.

goldentruth813:

Everyone is always going on and on about how unobservant Harry is.

But I like to think it was a product of growing up neglected; learning to be noticed as little as possible, and spending basically his entire life in the wizarding world facing off against evil.  So its not entirely that at his core he was unobservant but that he had learned it, because he had learned growing up to take up as little space as possible, both emotionally and physically.

So to Harry it became second nature to not notice things because god he didn’t want anyone noticing anything about him.

Except after the war, when he returns for 8th year he starts to notice all kinds of things; the way Dean and Seamus sit oh so close and gosh did they always do that, the way Ron and Hermione both tense up when the other one isn’t in the room but relax as soon as they’re near each other, the way people seem hopeful and scared all at once, or even small things like the way the wind sounds blowing against the window when he can’t sleep.

And the more he notices, the more he finds that maybe he wouldn’t quite mind if someone else noticed him.

Which is exactly how he starts to notice Malfoy.  Because now that he has started noticing all kinds of things he recognizes what these things mean too…and he definitely recognizes the slump of Malfoy’s shoulders, or the way his head turns up whenever someone new enters a room, or the way he finds every corner to sit in as soon as entering a room, and especially the way he’s always alone.  Because Harry knows exactly what it looks like when you don’t want people to notice you. 

And the more Harry looks the more he can’t stop looking, and he wonders how he could have spent so many years obsessed with Malfoy but never actually noticing things about him; like the way he cradles his tea as if absorbing its warmth before drinking it, the way he licks his lips when he reads, the way his face looks flushed and healthy only when he sneaks back into the castle after a secret broom ride (except its not so secret because Harry is pretty much always watching him), or the way he reads muggle novels in the library when he thinks no one can see.

Until one day, when Harry has his head buried in a book studying, and someone sits down beside him and he doesn’t even need to look up to know who it is because he recognizes the sounds Malfoy makes when he pulls out a chair and the way he holds his breath when he’s nervous and especially the way he smells; like fresh air and too strong tea and ink – he smells like hope Harry thinks, holding his breath too as Malfoy slides down into the seat beside him.

“So…” Malfoy whispers.

”So,” Harry answers back, still staring at the book in front of him, almost afraid to look at Malfoy as if he might spook him.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be here,” Malfoy finally says after several minutes of silence which should be awkward but instead just feel charged with anticipation.

“I’m always here on Saturdays,” Harry says, finally turning to look at Malfoy.  He wonders why he looks so nervous. 

“I know,” Malfoy huffs, finally making eye contact with Harry and the look in his eyes makes something deep and tight in Harry’s chest uncurl because oh…oh.  Maybe he hasn’t been the only one noticing things.

“Did you want-”

“Yes,” Malfoy blurts out.

“I didn’t even finish asking you.  What if I asked if you wanted to go jump in the lake naked and look for the giant squid,” Harry says, his face breaking out into a smile that seems to make Malfoy relax.

“Still would’ve said Yes,” Malfoy says, no hint of sarcasm.

“Oh.  Well aright then.”  And Harry does something which feels a bit brave and a bit stupid and reaches over to lay his hand on Malfoy’s knee.  Only instead of yelling at him or pushing him away Malfoy smiles, for what Harry thinks must be the first time that whole year, and lays his own hand over Harry’s.

“Alright,” Malfoy says, linking their fingers.

And Harry smiles again, because yeah things really are alright.