so uh yea

wut the fuck how do I explain this

on-my-wayward-gay:

I love fics where they’re all shy glances, courting, & giggles

But when they finally do get intimate

Its rough & bloody; marks, bruises, teeth & nails, pushes & shoves

Then after it’s all fluffy & sweet again

  • Someone: Do you like to write?
  • Me: Oh yeah, I love to write!
  • Me: *writes gay sex at 5 AM*

pope-prancis:

Okay so what if Hogwarts teachers shipped their students like teachers in regular schools do?
“If we put them in the Forbidden Forrest together, they have to fall in love, right?”

shorthairjoe:

"C’mon Draco! You’ve got to do it, you lost the bet. You’re not a coward are you?"

Draco Malfoy sneered. “Of course I’m not. But can’t it be someone else? I HAVE to drink it in front of Potter?”
He practically spat the boys name and his friends laughed. 

"Of course. Everyone knows how much you hate him." Crabs slipped him the vial. "Drink it during Potions, it will just be another vile in the lot," Doyle said. It was probably the only clever idea he ever had. 

Grudgingly, Malfoy agreed, and the next morning, he fingered the small pink vial in his robe pocket, his eyes fixed on Harry Potter; a glare of pure hatred. 

Crabbs, Doyle and the other Slytherin boys in the class who knew about what he was going to do sniggered and tried to keep their cool. 

With one last glance at his friends, Draco popped the cork and downed the bottle, frowning at the back of Potters head as he chatted with Hermione Granger about the lesson, who was trying to stop Ron from stealing her potions. 

The Slytherins could hardly contain themselves. They waited for Draco’s eyes to widen with adoration, for his chest to swell with just the sight of Harry so close in front of him…for something! 

But nothing was happening. 

It was true, Draco felt the potion working. He had taken enough potions to know the tingling in his stomach when a spell was taking affect, but he felt no different. 

By the end of the day, the whole Slytherin house was watching Draco’s every move around Potter. 

But he still nagged at him for the rest of Potions, he insulted Potter during Care of Magical Creatures and he sneered at Harry from the ground when he and a few of his friends walked by Quidditch practice that evening. 

Draco Malfoy, who was supposed to be under the influence of a 24 hour love potion for Potter, wasn’t acting different at all.

Later that evening, some of the Slytherin 5th years who now knew about the joke, we’re discussing it in the Slytherin house common room. 

"It doesn’t make any sense. Malfoy hates Potter, their families hated each other. Why isn’t he acting different?"

"Perhaps the potion didn’t work properly."

"That can’t be true, my younger brother made it himself, and he’s better at Potions than I ever was."

They sat for a moment in silence, before a forth spoke out in a quiet and excited, mischievous tone. 

"You know what this means, don’t you?"

The other three shook their heads. 

"Malfoy took a potion that was supposed to make him fall in love, but when he took it, he don’t act any different."

The boys’ face were still blank. 

"This must mean Malfoy was already in love with Potter," he whispered, a huge grin widening on his face, and the rest of the group slowly understood. 

Their laughter echoed up through the hall, into the Slytherin boys’ chambers, where Draco lay on his bed, still in his robes, staring at the wall, knowing full well why, and dreading the following morning.

shorthairjoe:

"C’mon Draco! You’ve got to do it, you lost the bet. You’re not a coward are you?"

Draco Malfoy sneered. “Of course I’m not. But can’t it be someone else? I HAVE to drink it in front of Potter?”

He practically spat the boys name and his friends laughed.

"Of course. Everyone knows how much you hate him." Crabs slipped him the vial. "Drink it during Potions, it will just be another vile in the lot," Doyle said. It was probably the only clever idea he ever had.

Grudgingly, Malfoy agreed, and the next morning, he fingered the small pink vial in his robe pocket, his eyes fixed on Harry Potter; a glare of pure hatred.

Crabbs, Doyle and the other Slytherin boys in the class who knew about what he was going to do sniggered and tried to keep their cool.

With one last glance at his friends, Draco popped the cork and downed the bottle, frowning at the back of Potters head as he chatted with Hermione Granger about the lesson, who was trying to stop Ron from stealing her potions.

The Slytherins could hardly contain themselves. They waited for Draco’s eyes to widen with adoration, for his chest to swell with just the sight of Harry so close in front of him…for something!

But nothing was happening.

It was true, Draco felt the potion working. He had taken enough potions to know the tingling in his stomach when a spell was taking affect, but he felt no different.

By the end of the day, the whole Slytherin house was watching Draco’s every move around Potter.

But he still nagged at him for the rest of Potions, he insulted Potter during Care of Magical Creatures and he sneered at Harry from the ground when he and a few of his friends walked by Quidditch practice that evening.

Draco Malfoy, who was supposed to be under the influence of a 24 hour love potion for Potter, wasn’t acting different at all.

Later that evening, some of the Slytherin 5th years who now knew about the joke, we’re discussing it in the Slytherin house common room.

"It doesn’t make any sense. Malfoy hates Potter, their families hated each other. Why isn’t he acting different?"

"Perhaps the potion didn’t work properly."

"That can’t be true, my younger brother made it himself, and he’s better at Potions than I ever was."

They sat for a moment in silence, before a forth spoke out in a quiet and excited, mischievous tone.

"You know what this means, don’t you?"

The other three shook their heads.

"Malfoy took a potion that was supposed to make him fall in love, but when he took it, he don’t act any different."

The boys’ face were still blank.

"This must mean Malfoy was already in love with Potter," he whispered, a huge grin widening on his face, and the rest of the group slowly understood.

Their laughter echoed up through the hall, into the Slytherin boys’ chambers, where Draco lay on his bed, still in his robes, staring at the wall, knowing full well why, and dreading the following morning.