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reblog to spread the word?? also this may be temporary idk yet
Hmmm, I don’t really know any that take place during hbp. I know a couple that take place before and after if you’re interested??
Sorry I couldn’t be more help!
Sorry Anon, I have way too many projects I’m working on right now to take on anymore ;A;
15. meeting in the E.R/A&E au
(warnings: liberal use of swear words, sorry)
"Of course it’s you," An all too familiar voice huffed, and Harry’s head snapped up. Draco Malfoy stood before him, cloaked in lime green healer robes and holding a clipboard. Oh joy, Harry thought miserably, Now I’m hallucinating.
A wicked smirk pulled at Draco’s lips.
"Oh, I assure you Potter, you’re not," Draco said, a gleam in his eyes as he raised his clipboard. Out loud, he read, "Patient hit with a faulty legilimency spell. Symptoms include: headaches, nausea, irritation, short temper —"
Harry scowled. He didn’t think those last two symptoms had anything to do with the spell and everything to do with the annoying assistant healer who had written down his symptoms.
"— and," Draco continued, eyes flashing, "An inability to withhold one’s thoughts."
Stupid prat, probably just waiting for a chance to use this against me —
"Oh, most definitely."
"Stop that!" Harry snapped, heat rushing to his face.
“I am not doing anything, Potter,” Draco said lazily and Harry could see the amusement in his eyes, bastard. Draco’s smirk grew.
"Well, can you fix it?" Harry demanded. Probably not even a real healer, he thought mutinously. Bought or threatened his way in, more likely.
"I don’t know," Draco drawled coolly. "After I’ll, I’m barely even a real healer."
Harry felt himself flush. Fuck — Shit — No. Don’t think, don’t think, he can’t know — La, la, la, la, la, la —
"Will you stop that!" Draco snapped in frustration.
Harry smirked. LA, LA, LA, LA —
"The spell will wear off on it’s own in a few hours. After you take these potions, you can go home and lock yourself up until — FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, POTTER, SHUT UP!"
Harry grinned victoriously. So cute when he gets mad—
Draco froze, eyes wide, and Harry’s grin disappeared immediately, horror flooding through him.
Oh shit, oh shit, he just heard — Shit, shit, shit — LA, LA, LA, LA — pointy not cute git — AHHHHH — Not cute, not — FUCK.
Draco blinked and then a slow grin spread over his face and Harry’s thoughts came to an abrupt stop as he stared, wide-eyed.
He just smiled. He can do that? So gorgeous. He should do that always — OH FUCK.
Draco was grinning broadly now, and Harry was sure he was going to die of embarrassment at any second.
"Potions," Harry blurted out desperately. "You said I needed to take some potions."
Draco pulled two small potions out of his pocket and held them out to Harry, that smug grin still firmly in place. He waited until Harry unstoppered one and began pouring it down his throat to ask, “So, like my smile that much, do you? Think it’s gorgeous, do you?”
Harry choked violently. Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck —
Daniel Radcliffe » ‘What If’ promo tour
Daniel Radcliffe at the Copenhagen Premiere of What If (x)
Interviewer: You took your time out there!
Dan: Well, there’s a lot of people out there! So I’m sorry to keep you waiting, but — they’ve been waiting even longer
Every great wizard in history has started out as nothing more than what we are now: students. If they can do it, why not us?
Harry Potter + Memorable Moments (1/?)
↳ Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Inspired by (x)
Slytherin Appreciation Week | Day 7 - Least Favourite Slytherin
↳ Dolores Jane Umbridge
As I told you, Mr. Potter, naughty children deserve to be punished.
"She’s like my sister," he went on. "I love her like a sister and I reckon she feels the same way about me. It’s always been like that.