Ravenclaw: Do you ever wonder which of your friends will die first?
Slytherin: Raven, it's three in the morning. Let me sleep.
Ravenclaw: Do you ever wonder which of your friends will die first?
Slytherin: Raven, it's three in the morning. Let me sleep.
Suga is a Slytherin. Change my mind
Harry X Draco
Summary: Request: @hopelessbutterfly maybe all his friends go to his house at night, bringing him to a secret location away from privet drive to celebrate his birthday? like maybe they go to a secret fairy garden or something, idk.
A/n: *gasps* Drarry, I know. Anyway, it is the prats birthday, and I do enjoy drarry as much as the next so I thought I’d have my hand at it, and tbh, I enjoyed writing it. Not saying that I’ll only write drarry, but now and again... perhaps.
Happy Birthday Potter
Harry never thought that he’d be standing on the porch of Privet Drive ever again. Before the war, before the Dursley’s fled, it was all he had known. A place to run from and a place that held him down when he couldn’t be where he longed to be. Harry was twenty-one today. It had been four years since the war—four years since he stood on these steps.
The old house had been completely abandoned since then. Mold and algae raced up the stucco sides, obscured by weeds and overgrown flowers. His aunt spent many weekends keeping the front garden in tip top shape, something to be seen in Home and Gardens magazine. Now, it was rubbish—forgotten and grown over.
Much like Harry felt.
After being the star for so long, harry had grown tired of being the call boy for every wizard in England—or even Europe. He had been asked to be Minister, and Head Auror, and Headmaster of Hogwarts, and Ambassador for Wizard kind. Harry didn’t want to be any of that. He was tired of leading, of having to have the answers, of being a part of the solution.
The dog days of summer created perspiration along Harry’s skin as he stood in the afternoon sun, frozen in place. There was nothing stopping him from going in but his own volition.
He shouldn’t be here, was Harry’s reasoning. This house held nothing but terrible memories and hurt and pain and fear. Yet, this was the first place Harry thought to run to when the current Minister, some pinched faced man named Timmens, asked if Harry would come to the gala held in his honor.
Harry was standing here because he didn’t want to go to his own birthday party.
He didn’t turn when he heard the crack of Apparation behind him. He figured that Ron or Hermione would figure out that he would run here.
“I told them you’d be here,” The soft musical voice almost laughed. It wasn’t Ron or Hermione after all.
“How did you know I’d be here?” Harry mused, still not taking his eyes off the haunted house before him.
“Because, if I had to run somewhere, despite it all, I’d probably hide at the Manor,” Draco leaned against the front wall of the house, drawing Harry’s attention.
“I’m not going to that gala,” Harry said stubbornly.
“Quite right,” Draco smiled, rolling his eyes. “Though I’d never turn down such a marvelous party, you have very different tastes that I tend to,”
“Figure that one out all on your own?” Harry rose his eyebrows looking over at Draco, who looked almost unrecognizable with his long hair in a flowing flowered maxi skirt and cotton t- shirt, but all the same, it was the Draco that Harry knew.
“Some oaf helped me see it,” His grey eyes never changed though. “The same oaf that’s not gonna miss his birthday party,”
“I told you I don’t want to go—”
“And we’re not going to the gala,” Draco dismissed. “Heavens, you think I’d show up to the ministry this underdressed?” He held out his hand.
Harry laughed and took Draco’s hand, glancing back once more at Privet Drive. Draco paused a moment and neared Harry, leaning his chin on Harry’s shoulder.
“Coming here isn’t going to let you be seven again,” Draco murmured. “I’m afraid that that security is gone,”
“I told you, I do the same thing. Sometimes I end up at the Manor, waiting for things to go back to the way they were before... and it just never happens,”
Harry hummed an acknowledgement before following Draco. “Aren’t we going to apparate?” Harry asked skeptically.
“I thought we’d walk,” Draco mused, lacing his fingers with Harry’s. “It is a lovely day,”
“It’s hotter than hades Draco,” He complained. “Come on, where are you taking me?”
“Always one to want your way, aren’t you?” Draco smirked.
“It is my birthday,”
“Oh, pulling the birthday card I see,” A laugh fell from Draco’s lips and Harry’s heart skipped a beat. “Fine, fine. If the birthday boy insists, I suppose we can apparate,”
Holding close to him, Harry closed his eyes and felt the queasiness flutter through his stomach as Draco whisked them away to somewhere new.
Harry didn’t let go of Draco’s hand when they stopped moving. Harry could immediately tell the difference in atmosphere—they had gone somewhere northward, where the weather was cooler, and the sun was beginning its descent. Tall trees casted speckled light onto the scene, illuminated by floating lanterns and fireflies. Wildflowers grew lazily in every variation. Disrupting it all was a long table—or rather many tables that had been linked together to create the grand length— covered in teas and puddings and sweets of all varieties. Mixed in where some rather expensive looking bottles of wine and liquor which Harry was certain that Draco had something to do with.
But, despite the fairytale like aura the table gave, it was nothing compared to the warmth of the company that surrounded it. Ron and Hermione stood at his arrival, followed by Luna and Ginny, along with Neville and Pansy.
“Harry,” Hermione sounded relived as she embraced him. “I should have known that Draco would be able to find you,”
“Yeah... sorry,” Harry rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
“Don’t even mate,” Ron grinned. “Any excuse to get out of another stuffy gala,” A brief hug was shared.
When the hello’s had been said, they all sat, Harry at the end of the table, in the furthest seat from the head of the table. Draco sat beside him, his hand still intertwined with his, laughing and engaging in conversation, but still attentive enough to keep rubbing the back of Harry’s hand softly with his thumb. No one really mentioned Harry’s birthday—there was not even a cake. Rather it was a group of friends catching up with sweets and alcohol.
Little by little, Harry relaxed into the scene. He felt like the wildflowers around him, not pressured to grow, but free to just wave in the breeze; a stark contrast to long to be the weeds growing at Privet Drive. Perhaps Draco was right, there was no way to go back to Privet Drive before the past decade of his life unfolded, but here with Draco and his friends in the fairy lights of a forgotten garden, Harry decided that it wasn’t a loss.
When the garden party had faded to just Draco and Harry nestled under the stars, Harry finally felt contented with his life. Here with Draco, he wasn’t hiding from anyone—he was sure that half the Wizarding World knew where he was, and yet left him alone—and here, he wasn’t trying to run to something that was no longer there. Draco didn’t look to him for any answers, and the stars couldn’t care less about who he was.
It made Harry laugh.
“Maybe you’ve had too much to drink,” Draco looked at him, slightly concerned.
“Nah,” Harry leaned over and pressed his lips to Draco’s as he had done many times before, this time Draco tasted like strawberry wine. “I just—” He chuckled again, at a loss for words.
“Maybe I should get you drunk more often,” Draco laughed, stroking a few of Harry’s wild curls out of his face. “Carefree suits you most handsomely my love,”
“Couldn’t have done it without you,” Harry said, pressing his lips to Draco’s again for a soft kiss. “Merlin knows all of the sappy things I want to say to you right now, but despite your accusations, I don’t think I’m drunk enough,” A laugh tumbled from his lips.
“Save them,” Draco encouraged, laying his head on Harry’s shoulder. “I’m content knowing that you’re happy, even for a moment,”
“I’m the happiest I’ve been in a long time, dove,” Harry placed a soft kiss on Draco’s temple— knowing he was a bit more than tipsy to let that pet name slip.
But Draco had him pinned—Harry was carefree.
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SLYTHERIN: "Never underestimate the predictability of stupidity." –Guy Ritchie (Bullet Tooth Tony: Snatch)
this was the serotonin i needed to write.
No trigger warnings, just under the cut cause it’s almost 1K
-He first saw you in your first year, you were reading in the great hall. You were in Slytherin, which is one of the reasons you stuck out. Being in Slytherin and being a reader was not common.
-You ignored your housemates trying to get your attention, you were enthralled by whatever words were on the page.
-You stuck out to Fred. He found you adorable.
-You were also absolutely gorgeous.
-You never left his mind.
-Your friendship sparked in your third year though, you were in Potions class and absolutely schooled him with a potion.
-My man was ready to propose despite being thirteen years old.
-After he just, kept pestering you.
“Y/N! What’re you reading?”
“What’s it about?”
“The girl murders the boy who keeps bugging her.”
“Did you write it?”
He found your look of annoyance endearing.
-Eventually, you very reluctantly, started hanging out with him.
-You learned how great he was. How amazing, kind hearted and hilarious.
-How hot he was.
-Oh God, were you catching feelings?
-It’s okay though, he feels the same.
-Fifth year, he asked you to the Yule Ball, and you, with your confident Slytherin attitude said, “only if you kiss me.” You smiled.
-He immediately grabbed your face and kissed you. Right then and there.
-When you pulled away, you went, “I meant after or during the ball, but this works too.”
“Good, I’m glad. Cause no other lad is gonna kiss you.” He declared.
-The night was amazing, it was actually your first date with each other. Not having time between the first kiss and the ball.
-Most people would’ve been intimidated by the event as a first date. But you two felt it was perfect.
-It was extra enough for the both of you.
-Anyway, now you two are dating. And sickenly in love.
-He definitely teases you for being a nerd.
-Like, really teases you.
-That being said, if anyone else does it, he’s ready to go to war for you. Even his siblings.
-Whenever he needed to find you, he went to the library or courtyard. But when you were supposed to be in bed, he’d go to your dorm and find you with a book in your hands.
-He has a list of your favorite authors.
-He goes to the muggle bookstores with you as well.
-He either watches you in adoration as you flutter around the bookstore, or he runs to the toy section to look at the cool funkos.
-When he does stay with you in your section of reading, which is all over the store, he holds your books for you. He also is just so baffled that you are his.
-You just look so at peace surrounded by books.
-When the shop opened up, and you moved into the dingy apartment above the store with George and Angelina, you couldn’t take all your books with you. They had to stay at your parents, and you could’ve stayed with your parents as well.
-But you wanted to be there for Fred. He needed partner support and you loved him, even more than your books.
-He was very touched that you lived with him for three years in that apartment, even when George and Angelina moved out, to their own home, he said you could have their room for your books.
-You declined, saying you wouldn’t have him working in the living room. Him and George had been doing that for three years, he deserved a proper office.
-You shut it down quickly, stating that you could live without your massive literary collection for a little while younger.
-You had a tiny bookshelf in the living room, where your favorites resided.
-He vowed that he would save tons of money to get you the library you deserved. He was almost there with the three years worth of savings, but, there was at least two more years before youtube would be able to move into a house that you wanted.
-And he did.
-You two moved into a massive home, you both had wanted a massive family, four kids at least, plus a spare bedroom for uncles or aunts or grandparents to stay, and independent offices for the both of you.
-The house had 8 bedrooms, four bathrooms, a massive kitchen, dining space, living room, and a basement that was completely furnished, it was where three of the bedrooms lay. Plus a bathroom there. The basement living area could’ve been a cinema room.
-You two worked hard to get to that house, it was yours. You built it from the ground up. Of course, hiring construction workers to help. Plus the Weasley family.
-The house was on a secluded plot of land, like the burrow. You two liked being able to have that space to throw parties, and no nosey neighbors.
-Anyway, back to the books.
-Fred was probably more anal about your library/office space than you were.
-He wanted it to be perfect for you, he wanted it to be able to be wholly yours.
-And it was.
-Wall to wall shelves, they were floor to ceiling. There was a couch in the corner.
-He was very happy to help you move into the room. He forced his brothers to carry books for you up the stairs to the top floor where the library was.
-You were at the top, directing the boys with the books, then you would start shelving. You had a whole pinterest board for organization ideas.
-Hermione definitely comes over for reading dates but that’s besides the point.
-He loved his little nerd, and there was no other way for him. You were it.
-You are his forever.
NEGATIVE TRAITS OF THE ZODIAC SIGNS .
𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺. tries to do everything at once. doesn’t know when to stop & take care of themselves. bends over backwards for everyone even if someone did them dirty. has entirely too much on their plate. over-assertive. both insensitive and oversensitive.
𝑻𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑼𝑺. idealistic. spends a lot of time trying to impress others. doesn’t like to apologize. eating is a coping mechanism or just addictive personalities in general. a tad co—dependent.
𝑮𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑰. the most flip—floppy people ever. what’s today’s mood?. never apologizes. in denial 90% of the time. their way or the highway. desperately needs a break. has a hard time setting goals because their goals scare them.
𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑹. the literal meaning of ‘i’ll give you the shirt off my back’. isolates themselves in fear of someone hurting them. wants to change but is scared of change. complains a lot but never takes the advice people give them.
𝑳𝑬𝑶. no one takes them seriously because they feel they always have to portray themselves as the fun one. is actually really sad inside. honestly needs a hug. always exhausted. a crackhead.
𝑽𝑰𝑹𝑮𝑶. can dish it but can’t take it. rushes everything. anxious. plans their future but forgets to live in the moment. sometimes ignores their friends because they have so much on their mind. talks about themselves a lot & sometimes forgets to ask the other person how they are.
𝑳𝑰𝑩𝑹𝑨. solves everyone’s problems but their own. is actually really sad & lonely. gets easily heartbroken but tries not to show it. will do anything to justify bad decisions. honestly just wants everyone to love them but doesn’t really love themselves.
𝑺𝑪𝑶𝑹𝑷𝑰𝑶. easily set off. will give anyone the cold shoulder at any given time even without reason. keeps a lot in. so observant that they often times find out things that hurt them. too many ‘what ifs’ swirling in their head. has trouble showing their true self.
𝑺𝑨𝑮𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑼𝑺. impatient. brash. commitment issues. body issues. doesn’t realize they don’t need to change for anyone. has a lot of different goals to a point where they get overwhelmed. just wants to disappear & do what they want without anyone questioning them.
𝑪𝑨𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑶𝑹𝑵. scared people won’t like them unless they’re at the top of their game 24/7. it takes a lot for them to talk about their feelings. secretly struggling. fake happy. needs a plan but doesn’t know what that plan is. confident but insecure at the same time. wants to be stable but sometimes wishes they could drop everyone’s expectations of them & live normally.
𝑨𝑸𝑼𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑼𝑺. gets heartbroken like 30 times a week. trust issues. can be unmotivated & disinterested. feels they have to adapt to every person they meet so they can be liked. doesn’t know how to tap into their emotions despite being very intuitive. confused. expects little.
𝑷𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑺. empathetic, often to a point of no return. plays the victim. doesn’t know when to say no. cynical. hermit. is very impatient. trusts everyone too much. can be secretly very critical & judgmental. can only tolerate maybe ten minutes of social interaction. needs a lot of validation.
TAGGED BY: stolen from @lamentedhope. TAGGING: steal it from me or else.
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐍𝐎. 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄. Oliver’s famous speech before games is a speech his father once told him to get over his fear of flying as a young boy. While long Oliver is always inspired by his father’s speech and wants his teammates to feel the same ( however with it’s length it make his team feel the exact opposite of inspired ).
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐍𝐎. 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑. Charley Weasley was a rolemodel for Oliver when he was younger. When Charley left Hogwarts and Oliver became captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team the young Gryffindor put a lot of preassure on himself to be just as good of a captain as Charley was.
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐍𝐎. 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄. Oliver never had an issues with Slytherins. He actually gets along quite well with a few of them. He does, however, have a deep hatred with the Slytherin Quidditch team. He despises their love of messing with his team, cheating, being unsportsmanlike and messing with his training schedule. Unless the Slytherin student supports their houses’ disrespect on the sport Oliver will treat them as he would any other student.
Ravenclaw: Oh, Gryffindor is sick? I've got to avoid her at all costs.
Slytherin: I already do that.
Narcissa: Is everything okay?
Regulus: If by "okay" you mean my life is a meaningless black cauldron of swirling failure, then yes, everything is great.
Narcissa: That is not at all what I meant by okay.
Bellatrix: You think I'm evil, right?
Rodolphus: Yes, dear.
Bellatrix: Thank you, angel.
guest of honour energy.
EDITS. misc. partners okay to reblog.
it’s harrys birthday tomorrow.
any requests involving the birthday boy?
I need a bigger bed.
I saw this image and automatically thought of Lucius and Severus...
And in the end, draw this ...
but that led me to think ...
How would other clothes look on them?
And finished by drawing this ..
Emo boys~ 🖤✨
And this ..
Severus is always going to be a secret Hello Kitty fan to me 🙈🖤✨
* ⊰ endless edits » THE GOLDEN SLYTHERINS » mutuals may reblog .
Due to the affair between Severus and Orion, I'm certain Walburga left him.
And considering how Severus is, he now sends pictures of him kissing Orion to her just to piss her off.
slytherin: stay strong buddy
gryffindor: who are they talking to?
ravenclaw: their wifi